sweet.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart? This might hurt for a second.”
I tensed and nodded. I heard Gunner get a condom from his jeans pocket, roll it on, and fit himself against my opening, then push, slowly. It took a second to adjust to his size. It wasn’t so much pain as a tight discomfort.
“You okay, baby?” he asked. I nodded again. “Goddamn, you’re so tight.” He grimaced, his jaw tight as he pushed harder, driving deep into me.
It was an explosion of pain and pleasure, and I went stiff waiting for it to ease. “Damn, so wet,” he whispered, pulling back and pressing again. And again. Soon the pain and tightness was replaced by this amazing feeling of fullness that I never wanted to lose.
I put my fingers on his hips. “More?” I gasped.
“Holy hell, baby. Let me take it slow for your first time,” he begged.
“Just a little more?” I whimpered.
He took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and kissed it. “Fine. But we keep it slow.” He got up on his knees, used his hands to spread my thighs, and pressed deeper. I cried out and his hands went to my breasts. “You’re killing me, Harlow.”
I reached back, pulling at his tight ass, trying to get him in as deep as possible. “Please, more. More, Gunner!”
He told me we’d take it slow, but it got faster. I got wetter. And then I bucked up, back arched, mouth open, and screamed my orgasm. He let out a long groan and came into me a few seconds later.
We lay on the bed, panting, arms locked around each other, and I felt the glow of my new womanhood. I had lost my virginity with Gunner Hunt, and I could not have been happier.
Little did I know my happiness would be so short lived.
***
“Are we going to talk about what happened back there, or pretend it didn’t happen at all?” Daisy asks as she tosses her keys onto the counter.
“Hmm mmm,” I mumble.
“Harlow. Don’t go all catatonic on me. What the hell was that? Did you know he owned that bar? And a house?!” Daisy’s pretty face is like an open book, and I’m ashamed of the pity I see all over it. She feels bad for me.
Because I’m an idiot, and I walked right into a trick with my eyes squeezed shut because I didn’t want to see the truth that was staring at me.
“And has a fiancée?” I cut to the important part.
“Almost fiancée,” Daisy qualifies. “They aren’t engaged yet. Anyway, maybe this is a good thing.”
I stare back at my best friend, feeling like she’s betraying me too. “How is this even remotely good?”
Daisy kicks her shoes off and flops down onto the sofa. “I don’t know. Maybe you can finally move on. Let go of Gunner, you know?”
“He told me last night that he still loves me.” I sit on the opposite side of the sofa, and pull an overstuffed pillow into my lap.
“Oh, Harlow. Guys are dicks, you know this.” She whacks the pillow next to her with such a hard punch, I half expect it to explode in a cloud of feathers. “You didn’t deserve to find out the truth this way, that’s for sure.”
I blink hard and fast to keep the tears at bay. “I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. I was so sure that last night was real.”
“Well, Rochelle seemed pretty secure in her version,” Daisy says in a dry voice.
“I need to go talk to Gunner.” I start to get up from the couch, but Daisy grabs me by the forearm, her eyes begging me not to go.
“I think that’s a really terrible idea. Just let it digest for a while before you go stomping over there. If you go running to him now, you’re just going to further piss of the future Mrs. Hunt.”
I shoot daggers at Daisy with my eyes.
“Sorry,” she says, and clears her throat. “It was funny in my head. Anyway, you don’t want her going to your dad, Harlow. You’re trying to convince your pops that you’re responsible enough to move to New York City. You think if he finds out you’re fooling around with Gunner that’ll help your cause?”
“Gunner is worth it.”
Even knowing everything I know now, I still believe that right to the center of my heart.
Daisy shakes her head at me like I’m a child. “Only if he’s not currently engaged to someone else. Don’t risk everything for him. Not