Chapter 6

RYAN

"Didn't the lack of a sex life in your relationship make you suspect he was gay?" She takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."

"It's not that. I trusted him. I still can't believe he was going to do something like that to me."

"At least you realized before the wedding was over."

"As soon as I saw him, I didn't hesitate. I couldn't go through with that lie." I watch her cling to the cup as if it were her lifeline. "I just feel so... betrayed."

"Bunny, how many years were you together?"

"Four years dating and one year engaged." I stare at her, not understanding how she didn't realize.

"And he never tried to take you to bed? Anything else?" She simply looks at me, inviting me to test her.

"There were a couple of times, but it was always something I initiated. Even then, something always interrupted us."

"What do you mean, interrupted?"

"His parents would always show up, or he’d get calls from his partner—I mean, Chad." Judging by her grimace of disgust, I assume Chad is the best man.

"I'll be honest with you, bunny. Any man, having you, wouldn't hesitate to take you to bed. No matter how religious he is, you're a damn temptation. And you don't seem like the type of woman who prefers to abstain from sex; if you did, it's because you were truly in love with him."

"I trusted him so much." She looks at the now-empty cup, avoiding my eyes. "I think it's better to stop talking about this."

"I don't think so. I need to understand you."

"You're a real busybody, you know that?"

"I've been told that before." I'm not going to let her end this conversation. "But come on, April, you had to have suspected that something weird was going on."

"Well, I didn't. You can make fun of me if you want. But I think that since we grew up together, he saw that I was a very naive woman and he could easily deceive me—which is what he did all along." She covers her face, throwing her head back. But this is driving me crazy; the move only draws my eyes to her chest.

"I could never let you get away, bunny." As soon as I win her heart, she won't feel the need to run.

"Not everyone likes boobs. Don't think I don't notice how you're looking at them."

"I'm sorry," I said, not feeling sorry in the slightest. "Tell me something, why didn't you go to anyone after what happened?"

"Our parents are best friends; I can guarantee they're together right now. My friends don't even suspect we were never intimate, and I didn't feel emotionally well enough to confess my latest findings—not to mention it's not my place to say it. But the worst part is that I can't even say he's guilty of everything. He just saw someone easy to deceive in me and took the opportunity. I'm the stupid one here."

"Don't say that. From the little I know of you, I can tell you're a bit naive, but don't devalue yourself like that." She’s so hurt; I feel like her pride is in the gutter.

"Fine, but can we drop the subject now? It doesn't feel good being me today." Then she looks at me, and not like before. That look goes straight to my cock. "You said any man wouldn't hesitate to take me to bed. What are you waiting for?"

"Don't do this. You're hurt, and I don't want to take advantage of that."

"Come on, Ryan, I'm not drunk today. Help me feel like a desirable woman." She has no idea what she’s asking me. She lets out a sigh and stands up, approaching me. Before I know it, she’s sitting astride my lap. My hands, with a life of their own, grip her waist. She slides her hands up my neck, pulling me close until our lips brush. That was when I gave in, kissing her with pure need.

I began to trace her jawline with my tongue while she swayed on my lap desperately, looking for more. With the tips of my fingers, I started to caress her through her panties, making her tremble with need.

"Keep doing it. Please don't stop." Despite her plea, I didn't think I could stop now even if I wanted to.

"Don't you prefer this?" With my thumb, I started making circles on her clitoris.

"Oh God!" Her head fell back. I continued the small massages on her intimate area, feeling how the fabric was slowly becoming damp. It’s been a while since I had sex with anyone, and the fact that she’s my mate adds to the nerves. I have to make this perfect for her. Then I remember her inexperience; maybe I should stop this.

"April," I murmur, but I stay quiet, giving her the chance to change her mind.

"No. I... I need it." Her words were muffled as she began to pull the strings of the corset. Once her breasts were free, there was no turning back.

"What do you need? Tell me and it's yours." She was working on undoing my belt. I still can't believe she went years without being intimate.

"I need you inside me. Please stop playing with me." A small frown formed between her eyes as she struggled with my zipper.

"Alright." I took my hand away from the sensitive spot between her legs, earning a whimpering sound from her. I pushed my jeans and underwear down, setting my cock free. "Your turn, bunny." When I said that, her eyes were still glued to my member, but her hands were already pulling off her panties. "I'll do this slowly or it might hurt. We'll go at your pace." I inserted a finger inside her, making her contract in surprise. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Please, keep going." With my thumb, I stroked her clitoris while my finger moved in and out of her. "Please." Her need was like an aphrodisiac to me.

"Let's begin, sweetheart." With one hand I took her hip while with the other I positioned myself at her entrance. Slowly, I pushed in until I was fully buried in her. My hands held her hips, keeping her from moving; she could hurt herself, she had to adjust first.

"Just wait a second, bunny. I’ve been waiting to feel you forever."

"Stop playing and move." With a smile, I gripped her hips, lifting her up before slowly lowering her back down. I did this over and over until she got used to the movement, and together we started moving in the same rhythm. She rode me, slamming against me in a fast frenzy. She kept going until we were both on the edge. She grabbed my shoulders and hid her head in the crook of my neck, letting herself go in a release and taking me with her as she bit my neck. When I managed to pull myself together, I looked at her, amused.

"Did you bite me, you naughty bunny? That should have been my move." I look at where she sank her teeth in.

"There's no blood, you'll survive," she says, starting to laugh.

"You didn't give me a chance to make it romantic. It’ll get better with time."

"It felt very good to me."

"It felt good to me too, bunny, but now we're moving this to the bed." With that, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.