She didn’t stop me from doing the things that I wanted to do.
She didn’t harp on me when I made a terrible decision.
She just stood by my side, and gave me the support that I needed, whether she did it with approval or disapproval.
But she was there.
Even Easton didn’t give that to me.
To be honest, I didn’t fuckin’ deserve her.
Not one fuckin’ bit.
But that didn’t matter to me.
If she was going to give it to me, I was going to take it. Because at least, if I took this, someone else couldn’t take it. This one little tiny piece of her would always be mine.
“Where?” I croaked.
I only had a fuckin’ bike.
That wouldn’t work.
She grinned at me so fuckin’ huge that my cock twitched.
Hell.
“I have a place,” she read my mind.
And she did, indeed, have a place.
Our place.
Over the last year that we’d had together, there was a trail that led through the woods that would come out right in front of our houses.
That trail led to a creek that never ran dry, and a beautiful field of grass that was just big enough that it could be called a field, but small enough that it wasn’t really useable thanks to the trees surrounding it.
She grabbed for my hand, and together we walked to the trail that led to our spot.
When we got there, I saw the blanket, the two pillows, and the beer.
I grinned at my girl.
“I like where your mind is at,” I teased.
Her eyes were twinkling when she slowly lifted her shirt to expose her belly.
Her eyes trailed down my body. “Hurry up. I’ve waited for what felt like forever for this.”
I started on my shirt. “Are we camping out like old times?”
“Camping out like old times,” she confirmed. Then she was on me.
“You’re stalling.”
I snorted as I turned to face her.
Her head was tilted upward so that she could see into my eyes as she looked down at me.
“I’m nervous,” I admitted. “I don’t want to fuck this up with you. I want to do it again with you when you come to visit.”
She smiled at me.
Then she lifted the shirt she was wearing off and tossed it to the ground at our feet.
The next thing to go was her bra.
That was when I closed my eyes.
If I saw her, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get to the point where I was naked with her.
I stripped off my shirt, my boots, and then began working on my belt.
When I had everything off but my underwear, I opened my eyes again to see her standing in front of me, deliciously naked.
I licked my suddenly dry lips and prayed that what I was about to do wouldn’t totally break me.
Because, whether I wanted to or not, tomorrow I was leaving.
Tomorrow, I’d be leaving her behind.
Tomorrow, she’d be making me leave whether I wanted to or not.
“I’m thinking that it’s supposed to be the girl, you know the virgin, that’s supposed to be downright terrified,” Beckham teased as she placed her hand on my chest. “Not the boy doing the deflowering.”
“Deflowering?” I choked. “And any man would be nervous. I’m literally about to take your virginity. I want to make it right. What if I ruin sex for you for the rest of your life?”
“Then it won’t matter, because you’re the only one that I’ll ever base anything off of,” she joked. “How will I know if it’s bad?”
She had a point.
But I would know.
I would know that I’d made it bad.
I lifted my hand and trailed it down the length of her side, trying not to focus on the way her nipples pebbled, or the way that my cock was only inches from prodding her in the belly.
“I’m not going to break,” she whispered.
Then she took my hand and placed it against her breast, her hand curving around mine to help mold it to the soft swell.
I’d always thought that they’d be a handful, and now I knew.
“No,” I agreed. “But I very well might.”
She flashed me a smile, then pushed past me and walked to the blanket.
That’s where she had everything set up, as if she’d known my answer before she’d even asked her question.
“I feel like I fell into your trap,” I mused as I followed behind her.
She looked at me with sparkling eyes over her shoulder, then knelt down onto the blanket she had spread out.
She bent forward and reached for something that was on the edge of the blanket, and it was right then that I realized that she owned me. Mind, body, and soul.
Hell, she didn’t have to even do anything overtly sexy for me to find her drop dead gorgeous.
All she had to do was look at me, or hell, bend over a goddamn quilt, for me to realize that she owned me.
“I hope that bag has those condoms,” I found myself growling.
She came up with an entire box.
“I, uh, had to guess on your size.” She eyed my cock with a worried frown on her face. “I don’t… now I’m worried that I didn’t get the correct ones.”
I looked down at my dick and couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face.
Every fuckin’ guy wanted to know that a girl thought his cock was big.
“I hate to break it to you,” I said, “but my dick is probably just average.”
I didn’t play the locker room games that some guys played.
Hell, I really didn’t know if I was considered ‘average’ or not.
But I imagined that I was.
I mean, it wasn’t like the girl I’d been with had been overly expressive about how big it was, so how would I know?
I guess I could actually measure it, but I’d never been the type of person to really care about what other people thought about me.
“Well.” She eyed it hesitantly still. “I guess we’re going to find out. I got larges. I just… I guessed based on how you, uh, felt.”
How I felt.
We’d done a lot of touching, but none of the touching was her feeling me up or anything.
She’d felt it against her backside, or her belly, a time or two.
But when I knew she felt it, I backed off, making sure to put distance between us so she wouldn’t think that I only ever thought of one thing.
Which, around her, seemed like the majority of the time that I did.
But I was a healthy eighteen-year-old. It wasn’t like I could totally control my reactions, especially when Beckham was such a beautiful girl.
“Come down here,” she ordered, patting the comforter between us.
I made sure that her eyes were on mine, and then I shucked my boxers off.
Her eyes went from my face to my dick and widened.
I would’ve laughed had I not been so insanely horny.
I dropped down onto the comforter beside her, then reached for the box of condoms.
“There’s no way we’re going to go through a value size pack tonight,” I said, eyeing the box of twenty condoms.
“Then we’ll save them for next time,” she suggested.
I liked the idea of that, actually.
“I don’t know when that’ll be,” I admitted.
Hell, bootcamp took who knew how long. Then there was…