The woman I’m going to lose if I don’t pull my shit together.
I’m still not wild about the idea of other guys fantasizing about my girl, but it’s not my place to tell her what she can and can’t do. It’s her body and her decision.
If she finds camming empowering, then I need to support her. That’s what it means to be a good partner.
“I don’t need your approval,” she says, as if sensing my inner turmoil.
“I know.” I shove my hands into my pockets, praying she won’t throw my next words back in my face. “And as much as I hate the idea of sharing you, I’m not going anywhere. I plan to be at your side as long as you’ll have me.”
She arches a brow. “That’s not the tune you were singing on Sunday.”
“I made a mistake. I’m not proud of it, but I can admit when I’m wrong.” She opens her mouth to speak, and I press on before I can lose my nerve. “I freaked out because I’m a virgin and I felt inadequate.”
The words come out in a rush, but it’s a relief to get them off my chest.
Piper’s mouth drops open and then snaps shut. “You’re…a virgin?”
Heat crawls up the back of my neck, but I nod. “When I saw the toys on your bed, I realized you were more experienced and I was afraid I wouldn’t to live up to your expectations.”
She laughs and my mortification multiplies, the heat on my neck fanning out to blaze across my cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.” No kidding. Here I am baring my soul and she’s cackling like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “It’s just that I’m only experienced in the same way you’re probably experienced.”
What the hell does that mean?
“I…don’t understand.”
“I’m a pro at self-gratification.” She grins. “But I’ve never had a partner.”
Is she saying what I think she’s saying?
“You’re a virgin, too.”
She nods and a disorienting mix of shock and relief wash over me, immediately followed by guilt. I jumped to the wrong conclusion because of her job and instead of talking to her about it, I ran home with my tail between my legs.
Like an asshole.
“It doesn’t matter to me, Piper.” It was never some antiquated concept of purity that sent me spiraling. It was my lack of experience. “My insecurities are my own, and I know they’re not your responsibility, but if you’re willing to teach me, to show me what you like, I want to learn.”
Hell, I want to learn everything there is to know about her.
She takes a tentative step forward and my pulse quickens.
“I like you, Brady. A lot. I’ve been fighting it since the night we met, but I’m tired of pretending my heart doesn’t flutter when you walk in the room. Of pretending you don’t rule my thoughts when you’re not around. I want to be with you. And not because we have great chemistry or because you gave me a toe-curling orgasm. I want to be with you because you’re a great guy and I think we could be really good together.”
I beam at her, feeling like a kid on Christmas.
Hearing that I gave her a toe-curling orgasm feels damn good, but knowing that she wants to be with me? It’s more than I could’ve hoped for and I will not blow it.
“So.” I grab one of her belt loops and pull her in close, cupping her cheek with my free hand. “Just to be clear, you’re not expecting a sexual savant?”
She laughs, low and husky. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain, but if we’re even half as good in real life as we are in my fantasies, I’ll be a very satisfied woman.”
Hell, yes. “Did you just admit to fantasizing about me?”
“The night we met, I came home and filmed selfie-time with my favorite vibrator.” She looks up at me from under her lashes. “It was your cock I imagined filling me, sliding in and out of my pussy until I came so hard my back bowed off the bed.”
Jesus Christ, that’s hot.
