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  “Oh my god, totally!” Sophie agrees. “I made out with my cousin once, but I didn't know he was my cousin at the time. But then it happened again…”

  I glare at Nate as Sophie launches into her story, and he smiles back at me. It's going to be a long night.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  I spin around in Nate's desk chair as he shuts his bedroom door behind him. I've been waiting here, fuming, ever since Greg dropped me off twenty minutes ago.

  “Jesus! What are you, a Bond villain?” he asks, genuinely startled.

  “What were you thinking?! I know you did that on purpose to ruin my date, you fucker!”

  Nate shrugs. “Come on, you really going to tell me you were having a great time before I got there?”

  “Oh, so you were just helping me out, is that it? Greg was completely weirded out by the whole thing.”

  “Sophie had a nice time.”

  “Sophie, please! Where'd you find her? A high school dance?”

  “I like her,” he says with a smug grin as he sits on his bed.

  “Oh, really? So why aren't you with her right now? Couldn't seal the deal?”

  His smile falters a bit. “Maybe I didn't feel like it.”

  “Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Just stay out of my life, OK?” I say, and stalk toward the door.

  “I'll stay out of yours if you stay out of mine,” he counters.

  I turn to face him, “Is that what this is about? You’re mad because I told you your mom called, so you try to ruin my date?” I hold out my hands in surrender.

  “No, it wasn't that.”

  “Then what? I don’t have time to play games with a crazy man-child.”

  “I'm sorry, alright? I just didn't like seeing you with that guy…something about his face is just, so punch-able,” he says, standing up and walking over to me.

  “Why? This is the second time you've come between me and a guy.” I hold up a hand to stop him from protesting. “And yeah, I know, Jackson wasn't a good choice, but that's not the case with Greg, OK? He’s a nice guy. So tell me, why do you care?” I challenge him as he looks down at me. There's a long pause as his pupils dilate, I can practically feel him struggling with the truth, but I refuse to move until he admits it.

  “You know why,” he says, looking me in the eye, his voice low and husky. Before I know what’s happening, his arms are around me, pulling me against him. His urgency takes my breath away—his fingers reach desperately under my shirt, grabbing at my bra strap and expertly undoing the clasps. His mouth devours mine as he reaches back around my waist and picks me up effortlessly, bringing me over to his bed. As Nate puts me down, I realize my bra is hanging free in the back, and he breaks away from our kiss to rip off my top. He pauses to look down at my breasts curving out of my limp bra before diving into my neck. “Oh god, Brynn, I have to have you,” he groans.

  I gasp as he sinks his teeth into my skin and then flicks his tongue across my taut neck muscles on his way up to my ear. My knees buckle as his tongue presses into my ear, and I grab onto his neck for support. My mind can't keep up with what's happening, all my thoughts are a blur, but my body is urging me on, desperately.

  As he sucks on my earlobe, I slide my hands down and under his shirt, finally feeling the body I've coveted for so long. His abs are even harder than I thought they would be, and they flex under my soft fingertips. I keep sliding my hands upward, feeling his nipples harden under my palms, and I feel the growing bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh…

  I turn Nate Thornhill on. Holy fuck.

  The thought drives me crazy and I feel myself instantly become moist with wanting, my body overcome with illicit, sinful lust. No man has ever made me feel this way before.

  He steps back for a moment and pulls off his shirt, tossing it carelessly on the ground, revealing his incredible body for all its glory. Thousands of hours spent at the gym on and on the field have painstakingly sculpted his muscles into a fucking masterpiece for womankind. He slowly reaches forward and takes my bra straps under his expert fingers, pulling them off my arms and tossing my bra onto the pile of clothes on the floor. I shiver involuntarily as he looks down my exposed body, exhaling softly out of his mouth. He sinks to his knees in front of me and leans forward, kissing me gently on my stomach. I place my hands on his shoulders as he moves up, running his tongue underneath the crease of my breasts. I cry out as he takes my right breast into his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple. He brings one hand up to massage my left breast, and I dip my head back, feeling pleasure swell in my body like I never have before.

  I feel his fingers hook over the top of my skirt and slowly pull it down as his mouth moves to my left breast, softly biting it before flicking his tongue back and forth across my areola. I hear my skirt fall to the floor and his hands glide up my legs from my knees, his thumbs hooking around my inner thigh. He dips his head and kisses me softly just above the top of my white cotton underwear.

  “I've been dreaming about how sweet you taste,” he murmurs, almost inaudibly. He pulls my panties down just a bit and runs his tongue over the now exposed skin. I begin to shake, a mixture of unbridled desire and nerves, as he slides my underwear down to my ankles.

  I feel his warm breath on my skin, just a moment before his mouth is on me, kissing and licking my most intimate of places. I moan involuntarily at the sensation…it's completely new to me, and it feels better than I ever could have imagined. He flicks his tongue across my aching clit, sending jolts of rapture through every inch of me. With one hand I tighten my grip on his strong shoulders, digging my fingers into his hair with the other, and letting my head dip back in utter bliss as he licks my pussy with slow, strong strokes.

  “Oh my god, Nate…” I hear myself moan from far away as I'm carried off by wave after wave of pleasure. Before I know what's happening, my body spasms, and I feel Nate grab my ass to keep me upright and pressed against his skillful mouth.

  As I begin to come down, I feel his licks becoming gentler. He reaches up and puts his finger to my lips, and I instinctively take it into my mouth, licking and sucking his finger, thinking about how incredible it would feel to do this to another part of him…

  He pulls his finger out of my mouth and slips it carefully inside my tight pussy. He circles it around slowly, and I can hear him grunt in satisfaction at my wetness. My eyes begin to open slowly and I glance down at him. He catches my eye and stands up, dipping his head down and catching me in a kiss, his finger still inside me. My eyes widen as I taste myself on his lips and he pushes his tongue inside me with abandon.

  “I'm going to make you feel so fucking good,” he promises with a wicked smile, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants in one fluid motion before pushing them and his boxers to the ground. I gape at his massive cock as it's unsheathed from his underwear. Its size snaps me back to the reality of what’s about to happen, and I feel overcome with fear and adrenalin…but I can't take my eyes off it. I want to feel him inside of me so much, but I think there's one thing I need to tell him first.

  He bites his lip and moves against me again. I can feel his cock, throbbing and ready, against my stomach. He wraps his arms around me, and eases me back onto the bed and lays on top of me, kissing my neck.

  “Nate…I…I have to tell you…” I murmur, his mouth a complete distraction.

  “Mmm, whatever it is, it doesn't matter now,” he replies, biting my earlobe.

  “It might, though. I just thought I should tell you, or warn you maybe, in case I'm not very good—”

  “I doubt that—”

  “I'm a virgin.”

  I feel his body stiffen as the words cross my lips. He pulls back and looks me in the eye.

  “What? No. No way.”

  I nod. “But it's OK. I want to do this.”

  “How…how are you a virgin?”

  Oh, dear. This is not the kind of conversation I want to have right now. “I don't know, I just am. It just hasn't happened
yet, but I'm ready now.” I assure him.

  “But you've…you must have done some things…” he begins worriedly.

  “Yeah, sure, you know, kissing…”

  “And? Wait, was that the first time anyone's ever gone down on you?”

  I can only shrug. “I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. I just was telling you, in case I'm not that good, or if I bleed or something.”

  He rolls off of me and sits up. Shit.

  “Brynn, it is a big deal, it's a very big deal to me.”

  “I don't understand…” I reply, sitting up and pulling the sheet over to cover me, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

  “It's just, your first time…it's going to mean a lot to you.”

  “So?” I say, confused. He spreads his hands open on his legs but doesn't say anything. I feel a sensation like a rock sinking to the bottom of my stomach. “Oh…you're saying it will mean a lot to me, but it won't mean a lot to you.”

  I stare straight forward as he turns to me. “Brynn, you're smart, gorgeous, funny, ambitious…you're wonderful…but like I told you before, I don't lie to women and say that I'm interested in something more when I'm not.”

  “I guess I forgot about your policy,” I reply flatly, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. The biggest naked idiot in the world. “Could you…could you close your eyes?”

  “Brynn, I've seen—”

  “Just close them, OK?” I glance at him to make sure he's complied, and then stand up and begin to gather my clothes from the floor. I slip everything back on as quickly as I can, and then look back at him. His eyes are closed, and he's sitting nude and perfectly still on the edge of the bed. He looks as perfect as I've ever seen him look, which is really saying something. My heart breaks a little, as I move to the door and shut it behind me.

  I hurry down the hall and into my own bedroom, which now feels cold and empty. I crawl into bed without bothering to take off my clothes and pull the covers over me. I'm no different to Nate Thornhill than any of the other girls he's been with, and I should have known that. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  I hear a soft knock at the door and pull the covers up a little higher, but don't answer. If it's my mom, I don't want to see her, and if it's Nate, I really don't want to see him. There's another knock, a little louder, and then the door is slowly pushed open. I can just see Nate's shadow in the moonlight. He closes the door behind him and moves into the room. To my surprise, he walks around the foot of my bed and to the other side, then hops on, lying down over the covers next to me.

  “I'm sorry,” he whispers, laying his hands over his stomach.

  “You don't have to apologize. You were just being honest.”

  “No, I think I do. And I'll stop interfering with you and other guys.”

  I clear my throat to keep the pain down. “Good.”

  “I don't really have female friends…” He says.

  “Dana?”

  “Dana and I are, well, fuck buddies, mostly. And that's what she wants, too, so it's OK.”

  “Mmm.”

  “But I'd…I'd like us to be friends.”

  “We're already step-siblings,” I point out.

  I can hear him smile next to me. “True. But that wasn't by choice.” He pauses. “I like you. I can't deny that I'm attracted to you, of course, but I'm just not the relationship kind of guy. Not to mention the kind of issues that dating my own stepsister would bring up.” He sighs. “So can we be friends?”

  I consider for a moment. If I'm Nate's only female friend, then I really am different to him. Maybe not in the way I'd most like, but still, it's something.

  “OK. Friends, then. Wait, actually,” I turn onto my side and face him. “Before we're officially friends, I have to ask you some non-friend questions.”

  “OK…” he replies warily, turning on his side, too.

  “Was I…am I…OK at all that stuff? You know…”

  He laughs. “What we just did, you mean? Yes. You are more than OK at it.”

  I smile. “When did you lose your virginity?”

  “When I was fourteen.”

  “Wow.”

  “She was my friend's older sister.”

  “Wow.”

  “How many women have you slept with?”

  “Oh my god, I don't even know…”

  “Wait, really? You don't even know?”

  “I mean, dozens? I don't count.”

  “Sheesh. OK, one more: why aren't you the relationship kind of guy?”

  He pauses. “I don't know,” he says softly. “I tried a couple times, but that kind of closeness, it just makes me uncomfortable. That's all I know.”

  I nod, sensing he's telling me everything he can, and roll back over onto my back. I like the feeling of lying here with him next to me. I feel much more comfortable than I would have thought possible. I feel my eyes beginning to flutter closed as sleep pulls me under.

  “Brynn…I…” I can just hear Nate say. “You're going to make some man very happy one day.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  “I'm just glad the whole thing has blown over,” Greg says as we pull off the Beltway. I nod as I look out at the trees whizzing by in the dark. The woman who accused Pierce of sexual harassment rescinded her claims after it turned out she had accused two other former bosses of the same thing. “It just feels like there's been a shadow over the office for the last month.”

  “Yeah,” I reply noncommittally.

  Greg clears his throat as we near my house. “So, I'm glad we got the chance to go out again,” he says.

  “Me too,” I reply with a smile. This is our third date, and he still hasn't tried anything. I'm wondering if tonight will be the night. A nervous silence falls over the car as we pull through the gates and onto the driveway. He stops in front of the house and then turns to me.

  “Why don't I walk you to your door,” he suggests.

  “Sure.” A few butterflies begin to fly around in my stomach. We undo our seat belts and hop out, meeting around the front of the car and walking up to the front door. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and wish there were something calming I could say to him, because he looks way more nervous than I do. We reach the door and turn to each other.

  “Well, goodnight,” he says.

  “Goodnight.” He pauses, looking into my eyes, and then begins to move forward. I lean in, and close my eyes. His lips touch mine and I frown slightly. I mean, there's nothing wrong with his lips or anything, but I thought I'd feel…more. He keeps his mouth chastely pressed against mine for a few seconds and then pulls back and smiles at me.

  “Goodnight, Brynn,” he says again.

  “Goodnight,” I reply, and turn to go inside. I shut the door behind me, and lean back against it, disappointed. Greg and I get along well, and he’s such a nice guy—I’d hoped I would eventually develop romantic feelings for him…but that kiss…was not so good. I sigh and continue through the foyer and into the kitchen.

  “Hey,” Nate greets me.

  I stop as a buzz runs through me at just the sight of him. That's the feeling I can't manufacture when I'm with Greg. “Hey. You go for a run?” I ask, taking in his sweaty appearance.

  “Yeah, well, just on the treadmill. Too dark for a trail run. Did you…did you have a nice time tonight?”

  I glance over at him. He gulps a long sip from a Gatorade bottle and then puts it down on the counter.

  “Um, yeah, it was good,” I reply.

  “I was just going to watch a movie in the den if you're interested.”

  “Fine, but I choose tonight,” I reply with a smile. We've both committed to this whole being friends thing, though at times I feel like I'm going through the motions. I don't know if I'll ever be able to turn off the part of me that will always want more from him.

  “No romantic comedies,” he says, as he walks to the door of the kitchen. “I'm just going to hop in the shower really fast.” The phone on the counter rings and he steps towa
rd it, but it only rings once.

  We both look toward Pierce's study as raised voices emanate from that direction. A moment later, we hear stomping coming our way and frown at each other in concern. Pierce storms in and walks to the fridge.

  “Reporter?” Nate asks quietly.

  “Your mother,” Pierce replies, equally quietly, though there's a hint of venom in his voice. My eyes flick over to Nate. I hope I haven't made the situation worse by taking her call that one time. He meets my gaze and shakes his head quickly as though to warn me not to say anything. “I don't know how she got this new number—it's unlisted. That bitch just won't give up.”

  My mouth drops open at Pierce's language. I've never even heard him swear before, and it's so at odds with his genteel appearance that it sounds even more shocking coming out of his mouth.

  “We're going to go watch a movie,” I murmur, wanting to get away from him when he's in this kind of mood. I can feel the waves of anger coming off of him. But Pierce swings around to face Nate, the Gatorade bottle in his hand.

  “How many fucking times have I told you to clean up after yourself?” he growls, and I shrink back.

  “I wasn't done drinking—” Nate begins.

  “Don't interrupt me! You think the rest of the world is just here to serve you? That everyone else exists to make your cushy life a little easier? You've never had to work for anything in your life. It's pathetic,” Pierce spits at his son. I remain frozen on the other side of the counter, feeling like a coward, and not knowing what I should say.

  I see color rise in Nate's cheeks, but all he says is, “Yes, sir.”

  With that, Pierce slams the bottle back on the counter and walks back toward his office without even looking at me. Nate remains motionless for a moment, then walks over to the bottle, drinks the rest of it, and tosses it into the recycling.

  “I'm sorry, you didn't deserve—” I start, feeling horrified by the scene I just witnessed.

  “You still want to watch that movie?” Nate asks, tilting his head toward me but not making eye contact.