Her First Time (Insta-Love on the Run Book 3) Page 2

  That’s when I notice a few familiar faces.

  The woman in the baseball cap that reads ‘Bride-to-Be’ looks just like one of the two sisters who lived on the street where I grew up. The hesitant girl next to her that they’re all pushing toward the stage proves it.

  I squint to double-check.

  Yes.

  It’s Dakota and Dina all right, plus seven or eight of their loudest friends, I’d have to guess. They toast each other with shot glasses, and I notice three who have chosen something different to drink right afterward. One, a brunette, is chugging a beer. Another cradles a rum and Coke, and a third keeps refilling a shot glass with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Luckily, she seems to be slowing her rate of consumption. Otherwise, I might fear for her later on. For me to do my best, all of these lovelies need to be awake and alert. I would hate for my singular talent to go to waste on a bunch of boozers.

  I give the ladies a wave and get back to my moves. Before I can finish my potentially award-winning performance, fate catches up to me. Three burly bouncers stalk toward the stage to get rid of me. I’m actually surprised it took them this long. Raising my arms to show them my readiness to cooperate, I step down and begin walking toward my friends, who have quickly made it to the exit.

  There’s just one thing.

  Dina is outside waiting for me with a leggy blonde I’ve never met.

  “Oh, hey neighbor,” I greet her, eyebrows raised as I scan down the blonde’s body. My eyes make it back up to Blondie’s face, and I see she’s sizing me up too. Plus, her eyes linger around my groin area for a little longer than expected.

  “Hi, Owen. Happy Holidays,” Dina replies.

  I honestly cannot remember the last time she or her sister spoke to me. But then again, I live on campus now. I’m home for all of maybe five or six weeks a year.

  “Same to you. And congratulations on the wedding.”

  “Thanks,” she says, and nods over at her blonde friend. “Oh, right. Owen, this is Veronica, my best friend. Veronica, Owen.”

  I extend my arm for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Veronica. Happy Holidays.”

  “Thanks.” The ladies exchange another cryptic look, and Veronica tilts her head to one side. “So, uh, Owen. We have a dare going on. Do you remember Dina’s sister, Dakota?”

  “Sure. She was just inside, right?”

  “Yes. Her. Well, I have it on good authority that she’s into you. And we more or less dared her to have you…to let you…look, there’s no easy way to put this without it sounding shady as hell. We dared her to sleep with you. She’s pretty tipsy and she’s more or less willing. So, are you game? Oh, and I hope you like oral, because she’ll need some extra time in that general area.”

  I look back and forth between the two ladies, wondering if this some kind of strange joke. “Is this some kind of strange joke?” I ask, just to get the awkwardness out of the way.

  “It’s not,” Veronica says. “We’re at a strip club close to a college campus. A random hookup is no big deal. Is it a big deal for you, Owen?”

  “Of course not,” I reply, shaking my head. “But it’s a bit weird not having a direct conversation with the person you’re looking for me to sleep with.” I turn to Dina. “Especially knowing the request is coming from her sister.”

  “Well, we can’t be more serious. Between you and me, Dakota needs to get laid. Urgently. Here’s what I’m thinking. You get your regular clothes back on. You go back in there and ask her to dance for a couple of songs, and…” she pulls out a hotel key card. “You get her over to room seven twenty-five at this hotel, and work your magic. Easiest hookup ever, no?”

  “Just make sure you wrap it up,” Dina adds, smiling as she glances down at my groin for a split second. “And you’re welcome.”

  I look around at my friends. The bastards have overheard the whole thing, and are laughing their faces off. Chad calls me over.

  “Excuse me for a minute,” I tell the ladies and head over to the boys. “What’s up?”

  Chad reaches into his pocket and retrieves a strip of fold-out condoms. “Keep it wrapped,” he says, throwing the strip to me.

  “What the hell makes you think I’m game?”

  He huffs out a skeptical laugh. “You’re game, dickhead. You’re game.”

  Chapter 3

  Dakota

  Dina and Veronica step inside through the front entrance, nodding in synchrony to the music. My heart makes it up to my throat when I notice Owen is directly behind them. He’s wearing street clothes now, and crap, he’s on his way over here. The other ladies in our party mysteriously disperse, leaving me standing alone near the stage.

  I’m an idiot for agreeing to this, but at the same time, I’ve had a massive crush on this guy for years. I can’t even count the number of times I fantasy-fucked him in my head. If there’s anyone I want to give it up for, it’s Owen.

  He stops at the bar, and a few minutes later, he brings over two beers.

  “Merry Christmas, Dakota,” he drawls, grinning down at me. “How’s it going?”

  “Hi, Owen. I’m good.” That’s about all I can manage to get past the massive lump in my throat. I gulp down the beer, hoping it’ll work some magic on my nerves.

  “So how’s college?” He asks. “All done with your exams?”

  “Yes. And you?”

  “Yeah. Cool. So, here we are. I heard that Dina’s getting hitched.”

  “She sure is.” I look around for Dina, and notice that she and Veronica are beside the jukebox. They form a circle with the rest of the ladies, and they proceed to imitate various scandalous sexual poses, including Dina, who is down on her knees with her tongue out about a foot away from Veronica’s crotch.

  He casually takes a sip of his beer. “How is it that we’re at the same college campus and I never see you around?”

  “We’re in different majors. And you’re in your senior year, aren’t you?”

  “That I am.” The original version of Blue Christmas comes on, probably thanks to Dina. Owen smiles. “Care to dance?” he asks, holding out his hand with his palm facing up.

  It’s not just the dare or the alcohol that compels me to agree. I’ve fake-danced with Owen countless times too. I’m ready for a benchmark comparison to know if he feels the way I imagined. Taking his hand, I let him lead me to the center of the empty dance floor. It’s awkward at first. At least it is for me. Owen is in his element, comfortable with one arm on my back and the other clasping my hand as he guides me.

  “So, is it true? You’re caught up in a dare?” he whispers in to my ear.

  “Something like that,” I admit. I have no idea what Dina and Veronica have told him. I’m praying to God that they wouldn’t come out and explicitly say that I’m a virgin. But then again, they’ve had way more to drink than me.

  “Do you know about this?” He lets me go, and reaches both hands into his jeans pockets. He half slides a hotel key card from one side, and a strip of condoms from the other, returning it once he’s sure I’ve seen it.

  Oh, I’m seeing it. I bite down on my bottom lip to avoid letting my jaw drop to the floor as he pulls me into his arms again to resume the slow dance. “Good Lord. What did they say to you?”

  “Nothing bad. Something about a lifelong crush and an itch that only I can get rid of.” Embarrassment causes heat to rise up my face and cheeks. I’m sure my face must be beet red. A half-smile soon crawls up his face. He pulls me closer. “I’m kidding. They didn’t say that exactly. I’m paraphrasing, but you know what? I can cross dance with one of the Taylor sisters off my bucket list.”

  Shock and relief washes over me. His relaxed, laidback attitude is contagious. “What else is on that bucket list of yours?” I ask, suddenly aware that I’m slow-dancing with Owen Miller.

  It’s fucking hot.

  I silently hope I’ll remember some of it after my head clears from all the alcohol.

  “You mean in general, or concerning you?”

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nbsp; I smile self-consciously. “Are you telling me you have items on your list... about me?”

  “Sure, I do. Don’t you?”

  “Name one,” I demand, ignoring his question.

  His hand slides up my back and comes to rest at the base of my neck. Owen lowers his head to mine. My eyes close as he brushes his lips against mine. I’m weak in the knees, and heat spreads out from my lower belly that very instant. “Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what kissing me would feel like.”

  “Maybe,” I acknowledge.

  He pulls out the hotel card again, pressing it into my hand. Our eyes lock for an intense moment. “How about I cross off a few more someplace private?”

  My head gives a nod without thinking, and a second later, Owen takes my hand and purposefully leads me out of the Blue Bayou.

  Is this really happening?

  Chapter 4

  Owen

  We sit on the living room sofa with the glasses of wine that Dakota has poured. Looking around me, I take in the surroundings, and catch her eyeing the bed in the next room.

  “How do you think they’re doing at the bachelorette party?” I ask, solely to break the silence, as she seems to be deep in thought.

  “Good and wasted, I’m sure,” she replies, her words just a bit slurred.

  She’s nervous. I’m not. The direct approach has served me well to this point, and I’m not about to sit here and wait for an invite. Taking her wine glass away, I rest both on the coffee table and run my hand through her hair.

  She shivers from the contact. “I don’t think…I can’t do this.” She ducks her head, cheeks flushed and hands pressed to her jeans.

  I reach for her, take her hand in mine and stroke my thumb over her knuckles softly. “Just relax.”

  “I’m relaxed,” she stammers out defensively.

  “I promise I am very good…and I’ll make it memorable,” I add with a grin. “Seriously. You don’t have to do anything you’re not up for. But we’re here, so let’s not fight whatever it is we’ve ignored for all of high school and college. Deal?”

  I stand and pull her up with me.

  With a palm resting at the small of her back, I steer Dakota to the bedroom.

  “Wait here.”

  Heading back to the living area, I grab the half-full bottle of red wine on the counter and take a swig on my way back to her. I find her leaning against the chest of drawers, seeming as though the bed is too intimate or suggestive to use right now. Dakota is short, some would say petite, shapely in all the right places with just enough to make any experience with her warm and comforting.

  Her wavy chestnut hair and hazel eyes shine bright, but that look in her eyes only gives off innocence and restraint. I can imagine men find her attractive and sweet, or cute and shy, but would probably assume she has someone. I know it’s the case for me, yet thinking back to our high school days, it would easily explain why I probably never thought to ask her out.

  I offer her the bottle.

  “Thanks,” she says, and downs a few sips.

  I take the wine away, closing the distance between our bodies. The fear in her eyes as I press her up against the dresser only makes me more sure that I want her. The second that I mold her body to mine, I’m sure there’s something more. I can’t wait to have her thighs locked around my head. Bracketing her with my arms, I wait. Silence is a powerful motivator. Dakota closes her eyes, taking a long, deep breath. I already know what I need to know about her. I’ve seen that look before. She has never been with a man. It makes her sister’s request all the more crucial.

  After a bit of hesitation, she opens her mouth to share, but I shake my head to stop her. I cup her face in my hands and caress her bottom lip with my thumb. Her face softens, so I cover her mouth with a kiss. She moans out a sigh into my mouth as I part her lips. The vibration of sounds makes my cock throb. The time for voicing her doubts is long gone. Dakota is about to do me the honor of letting me be her first. I won’t fuck it up.

  I take the sides of her face in my hands, and her body sways toward me. Her hands raise to my waist, gripping my shirt as our kiss intensifies. Pulling her with me, I back up to the bed. I sit on the side of the bed, eyes fixed on hers as I undo the waistband of her jeans. With the zipper lowered, I gently kiss her lower belly. Dakota’s hands reach into my hair, grasping fistfuls before her pants are even past her hips. Inching her jeans down her legs, I pause at the tops of her cowboy boots and smile. I quickly change places with her, dropping to my knees as she sits on the side of the bed. Her boots come off with little effort. The jeans are next to go, and soon I wedge myself between her legs.

  I press my hands to her inner thighs, spreading her wide as I lean down. She lets out a whimper as my lips brush along the seam of her panties. Just knowing she’s never been touched makes me want to devour her whole. I’m relishing the heat between her legs as much as the raw need pulsating in my groin, causing my cock to grow and stiffen. Gripping her thighs, I raise her knees until she’s flat on her back, and I press my mouth to her mound through her panties.

  Dakota moans. Every sound she makes gets me harder. I push her panties to one side, finding her folds with my tongue. She grips the bedsheets, seeming to hold on for control. There’s only one person in this room holding the reins, and it’s not Dakota. Her stomach flutters as I trace my tongue up and down her folds, tasting the sweetness of her hot, virgin juices. Sliding her panties down her hips, I lift up her ass and drag them down her legs, in a hurry to get back to giving her the best first-time experience possible.

  The thing is, it’s her first time. I can’t spoil it for her. What I need to do is slow my roll. I link my arms under her back and stretch her out lengthwise on the bed, using my knee to part her legs. Cupping her ass cheeks, I take a moment to observe her pussy before I lift her to my mouth. Pale pink, her outer lips spread to reveal skin the color of a blushing red. Darker than her external coloring, her inner lips and entrance are mesmerizing in their contrast. Her clit is a tiny dot of darker pink. I can’t wait to see it flush crimson as the blood rushes in to sensitize and swell the area.

  A true redhead, indeed. Her neatly trimmed bush smells as sweet as she is. Pressing my nose to the hood of her mound, I nudge her clit to life to the sound of her moaning whimpers. Primed and ready, I take full advantage. I lick, my tongue wide and wet, the whole length of her pussy. Over and over, long and slow, I stroke from the bottom to the top, light and gentle. Her breaths become more like gasps. As her thighs tremble, I tighten my grip on her legs, keeping them separated. Kneading the flesh of her ass, I revel in the fullness.

  Then, I pick it up a notch.

  I hungrily taste, suck and lick her pussy, giving her swollen clit extra attention. Her hips roll as she grinds against my face, and soon my fingers want a piece of the action. I want to be sure she’s ready for me, so I start by penetrating her tight heat with my tongue. Dakota cries out my name, spurring me on as I tongue-fuck her. I pull her hips into my face with firm jerks, speeding up to the point where she is a quaking bundle of nerves as she comes.

  She pants hard. Her legs settle. She needs to know it’s just the beginning. Now is not the time for talking, so I opt to show her versus telling her. Running my fingers up her inner thigh, I don’t let her come too far down from her first orgasm. I part her legs, place a finger at her tight opening and lower my mouth to her clit. Dakota rolls her hips, bearing down on my finger as I take her to the next level. She slowly grinds against my extended digit, easing it inside of her at her own pace until she’s riding my mouth and hand. Fuck, she’s tight as a glove. I can’t even imagine my cock sinking into the space that’s hugging one finger. Or maybe I can.

  Her body goes from wild movements to uncontrollable convulsions as another climax hits her. I don’t want to stop. My dick is craving her, but there’ll be time for more tonight. For now, I taste her until her quaking body calms down.

  Chapter 5

  Dakota

  My
fingers dig into the sheets. I swallow, and nearly choke on the lump in my throat. I need to touch him, want to touch him. I’m not sure whether to shove him off or pull him closer. The sensations are too much. I can’t breathe. He’s only just begun, I remind myself, terrified. He hasn’t touched anywhere but between my legs.

  Absently debating how to ask him for what I want, my mind gets distracted with what he’s doing right now to cause my stomach to tighten, even after he’s made me come. Inner muscles that I didn’t know were there before are flexing against his finger, making me curious and anxious for him to take the next step. The wetness between my legs is as though a dam broke. Flowing out in spurts, I coat his face more as he continues to taste and tease me. Oh, fuck! I am close again. Very close. Every rough centimeter of his tongue against my clit has my skin on fire. His warm breath tickles and soothes my wet skin. Raw nerves, exposed and teased are screaming at my brain, weak from the last orgasm, yet ready for another.

  I want to tell him that I’m starting to love oral. Both giving and receiving, if he’d let me try him out. I don’t want to admit that I probably wouldn’t be a virgin if he hadn’t stood me up once during my sophomore year at our high school. I doubt he even remembers asking me out, let alone missing our date. I was so embarrassed about it back then that I never bothered to ask him why.

  Owen lifts up from between my legs. “Oh crap. I did that? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I was an ass back then.”

  Shit. I must have said it out loud. God, I hate drunken confessions.

  I sit up to look him in the eye. “I figured that. Don’t worry, I’m over it.”

  He ducks his head between my legs again, and his mouth moves against my clit. “I won’t ever let that happen again. And about that other thing, you’ll get your chance another time,” he says. “Tonight is about you.”