Impossible. I’m a D1 athlete. Ithriveon pressure.
Maybe it’s performance anxiety.
No fucking way. Cooper DeLaurentis doesn’t get performance anxiety.
Still, I glance down. Just in case.
My dick is still hard, tenting the front of my sweatpants.
I exhale, the breath rushing out of me in a screwed up combination of relief and frustration.
This can’t be happening. It’s like some Freaky Friday shit. Quinn’s ready to go and I’m hiding in the bathroom having a goddamn crisis of conscience.
And what do you think Quinn is doing right now?
Probably freaking out. Thinking I’m another asshole who’s going to bail on her.
Condoms. I’ll tell her I forgot the condoms. I put some in the nightstand earlier, but she doesn’t know that.
I open the lower cabinet and grab a strip of foil squares before turning my attention back to the asshole in the mirror.
“Chill the fuck out,” I order, glaring at my reflection. “You can do this. It’s one night. Not even you can destroy a person in one night.”
Don’t be so sure about that.
Fuck. The last thing I want to do is hurt Quinn.
Which is why I’m going to go slow and make sure her first time is perfect.
Then we can go back to being friends. Or strangers. Or whatever.
I scrub a hand over my face. The last time I felt this insecure, I was fifteen and lost my virginity to a cheerleader two years my senior. I’d been wasted, and it certainly hadn’t been special for either of us.
Quinn deserves better.
Hell, I’m going to make it so good the next asshole who touches her will have to work twice as hard to make her come.
The thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth, but I shrug it off.
What she does after tonight is none of my business.
I roll my shoulders and turn from the mirror, yanking the door open.
Quinn’s sitting on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around herself asThe Witcherplays quietly in the background.
“Sorry about that.” I flash a smile and hold up the condoms. “Figured we’d need these before we go any further.”
Her eyes widen, and fuck me, I feel like the world’s biggest prick for bolting.
“I thought maybe you changed your mind.”
“Not a chance.” I approach the bed like a lion stalking its prey and toss the condoms on the nightstand. I gesture between us. “This is happening, and no cosmic interference is going to stop us tonight.”
Quinn slips off the bed, standing naked and gorgeous before me. She reaches for the waistband on my pants, but I capture her wrists, pinning them between us as I claim her mouth, pouring all my pent-up frustration and desire into the kiss.
She moans softly and then she’s biting my lower lip, pulling it gently between her teeth.
White-hot need explodes at the base of my spine and my balls draw up so tight the slightest breeze would probably set me off.
