“Okay,” I said lamely.
At times, I really did wish I was more profound, more prolific, but when my heart was hanging on by a thread and my brain was mush from the man sitting next to me, I had no ability to form a sentence.
Running his hand through his hair, I watched as his muscles flexed under his shirt, the same muscles I once had my hands on.
Then it hit me…oh, my God, I was a virgin clinger.
No!
No, I was not a clinger, I was a girl who fell in love with a boy way before she got intimate with him. I just denied my feelings to save my heart. A lot of help that was, I thought, as I sat on Henry’s new couch, contemplating whether or not I was going to have a heart attack from his proximity.
Softly, his hand grabbed mine, and he forced me to look him in the eyes. My heart pounded against my chest, making me very aware that he was holding me. Virginia stopped weeping for a second and took note that the man who stole our souls was now holding us.
“Rosie, I need to tell you something.”
“Are you dying?” I asked, letting my mind wander to the worst thing possible.
“What? No,” he said, confused, but then chuckled softly. “I’m not dying. I just…damn, I thought this would be easier.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you?” I teased, trying to ease the pressure in my chest.
“No,” he laughed. “But I did have a scare for a second on Monday.”
“Sounds frightening. Never been happier to see Aunt Flo, have you?”
“This is so wrong,” he laughed some more, and then took a deep breath. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek, making me sweat even more. I was a hot mess. “God, Rosie, I’m so far in love with you, it’s ridiculous. I don’t just love you, I’m in love with you, like desperately, hopelessly, can’t be without you in love with you.”
Chills flew over my body as my stomach flipped upside down and Virginia started flapping in excitement.
“I know I was an ass, and I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be around lately, but I blame you,” he smiled. “You turned my life upside down the minute you decided you wanted to date. I couldn’t take the thought of you with anyone else, because I knew deep down in my soul you belonged with me. Rosie, I’m sorry for everything, the way I treated you, for bringing Tasha into this; I was just…lost. I thought you wanted to go out with that Atticus guy, right after we shared one of the most amazing moments of my life.”
“One of the most amazing?” I asked, while tears streamed down my face.
“Yes, the most amazing was when I met you.”
I chuckled and wiped a tear away from face. “That was so corny.”
“Yes, but true.” Looking me in the eyes, he asked, “Do you feel the same, Rosie?”
His eyes pleaded with me, begged me to say yes, and that’s when I realized the man truly adored me. He wasn’t playing with me, he wasn’t trying to just be kind, no, this man sitting next to me, searching my eyes for an answer, undoubtedly loved me with every inch of his being. The revelation was intense, heartwarming, and so damn overwhelming that the only thing I could think of was to throw my body at him and kiss those lips that I’d been dreaming of for the past week.
Without warning, I launched myself on his lap and grabbed his face with my hands.
“Henry, you have no idea how far in love I am with you.”
A giant grin spread across his face, just as my lips found his. His hands went straight to my waist where he gripped me hard, as if I was going to float away. Slowly, I felt his hands work their way under my shirt, but not in a sexual way, just in a way that conveyed to me by touching my skin, he was getting as close to me as possible.
My lips danced with his as we both reveled in being with each other, giving in to all of the anxiety, the road blocks and misgivings our relationship had brought forward. Instead, we pushed past it all, put our hearts out on the limb, and took the leap.
I pulled away for a second and stared him in the eyes while I rubbed his face with my thumbs.
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Rosie. Not having you near me these past couple of days has been torture. I truly thought I lost you.”
“Me too,” I said sadly. “But if you were in love with me, why did you move away? Why didn’t you fight?”
He gave me a half grin and moved his hands up to my shoulders, where he gripped me tightly.
“This apartment came up on my radar, and I knew I couldn’t give it up, because it’s your dream apartment. If I couldn’t win you back myself, I was hoping the apartment would.”
“Wait, what are you saying?”
He kissed my nose and said, “Rosie, I want you to move in with me. Just you and me. No Delaney, no Derk, no subway rides out to Brooklyn. I want you here, with me, I want a life with you.”
My heart soared and tears once again sprung from my eyes. This time, tears of joy.
“Are you serious?”
“Beyond serious, love. Live with me?”
“Yes!” I said, while wrapping my arms around him and hugging him tightly. “I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it, love. It’s just you and me now.”
“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked shyly.
“It better,” he nuzzled my neck. “You’re mine, love.”
“Wow. Aren’t you just taking all my virginities? First boyfriend, first apartment I share with only a guy, first to visit my down below.”
“Your down below?” he asked, laughing. “What about the elevator guy you farted on?”
“You know what I mean,” I said, while playfully hitting his shoulder, making him laugh even harder.
“Do you think you have enough material to finish that book of yours now?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. I might have to do some more research in the bedroom. Test some things out I’ve read in some of my books.”
“I’m yours, love. Test away.”
His cute smile hit me hard in the gut as I looked back at him. I was one hell of a lucky girl. How I’d snagged Henry to be mine, I had no clue, but now that he was mine, I wouldn’t be letting him go.
Love is funny. It comes in all different shapes and sizes. Sometimes it’s hard to find and sometimes it’s sitting right in front of you, waiting to be recognized. What I learned from all the books I’ve read and from the book that I’m writing is that no matter what, you have to work to find love. It isn’t a given and it isn’t instantaneous. It’s a privilege to find, and should never be taken lightly.
Everyone deserves a happily ever after; I’m just glad I found mine. Now, I just have to turn that happily ever after into a book. With Henry by my side, I have no doubt I’ll be able to make it happen.
Epilogue
The Insatiable Virginia
“Henry, you have to sit still. You can’t thread a needle if the needle keeps moving.”
“I’m sorry, but the look on your face is so damn serious, it’s hard not to laugh.”
Henry and I have been living together for a week now, and we’ve spent most of the time in bed, exploring the ins and outs of each other. We bought a bed together, found the softest sheets available, and picked a neutral comforter we were both happy with. The bedroom was the only decorated room in the whole apartment, but we were happy with it, and frankly, it was the only room we spent time in.
In books, once the characters have sex, they tend to go at it like bunnies, and I always wondered if that was real life. Well, if those characters had a penis eating vagina like mine, then yes, it was true.
Virginia was insatiable and wouldn’t quit. I didn’t know how she kept up, but she was like an orgasm spitting machine. Henry went down on me, orgasm, henry fingered me, orgasm, Henry used a dildo, orgasm, Henry pulled down his pants…yup, orgasm. She was a randy little hussy, but I loved her.
“I’m just concentrating.”
“It’s not that hard, love. Just put it on.”
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bsp; “It’s not going to fit. How on earth did you think this was going to fit?”
“Love, it’s going to fit, just put it on.”
I sat up on my knees, studied the cock ring in my hand, and then looked down at Henry’s erect penis. The man could hold an erection for days, even when chuckling.
“You should have gotten a tire…that would have fit.”
“Damn, love. You really know how to compliment a man.”
Instinctively, he started stroking himself, making my mouth water.
So, I once was a virgin who would poke a penis to see if it was real, but now I was a horny girlfriend with the need to fulfill every sexual fantasy that came across my mind. My latest experiment stems from a sex scene I started writing in my book about a cock ring and riding Henry cowgirl style while the ring was on him, like my own personal dildo, but Henry-shaped. I don’t know where the thought came from, but in order to truly write it out, I wanted to experiment with it first. Henry was very grateful for my writing, actually loving it, because he benefited from all of my experiments.
Please note, doing it against a wall, not as easy as it’s written. There’s a lot of fumbling involved. Also, shower sex equals awkward as hell, especially when the shower head starts to drown you. Sex doggy style while lying over a couch, exhilarating, but watch out for queefing.
“You’re drooling,” Henry pointed out, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I am not,” I said, while wiping my mouth, realizing I was drooling.
“You so were. Don’t be embarrassed; it’s a turn on.”
“Drooling? That’s a weird turn on, Henry.”
“The turn on is the fact that I could make you drool by just touching my dick, which, by the way, if we could hurry this along, that would be great. Poseidon is getting a little angsty.”
Yes, Poseidon. That’s the name Henry gave his penis. Unfortunately, Virginia was quite fond of the name and the member in question, so there was no changing it.
“Okay, but if this rips the condom, it’s your fault.”
“You lubed it; it will be fine.”
I leaned forward and placed the cock ring on the tip of his cock and then slowly worked it down to the base, afraid I was cutting the circulation off from his dick.
“Holy hell,” Henry moaned as his head fell back. “Love, please I need to be inside of you now.”
That plea would never get old to me, ever.
Giving the man what we both wanted, I straddled him and positioned myself to take him in. Slowly, I allowed the tip of his dick to play with my already wet center, thank you Virginia. The vibration of the cock ring ran up the length of his shaft and hit me hard, made me weak, and made me collapse on top of him, not taking him in slowly like I wanted.
“Fuck!” he moaned, while he gripped my hips and started thrusting. “Never gets old, love. You were made for me.”
I couldn’t agree more. We fit perfectly together.
With small thrusts, Henry moved in and out of me as the cock ring vibrated us both. The feeling was intense, magnificent, and so overwhelming that my hands fell forward and clutched his chest as I felt my orgasm already starting to build up.
“Oh, my God, Henry, this feels so damn good.”
“Fuck, it does.”
Henry was cute, because whenever he was intimate with me, his tongue slipped up and he swore more often than he normally did. It was cute, that I could make him slightly lose his mind like that.
“Love, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I gritted out, as my hair fell in front of my face, blocking my view of Henry.
“You’re so beautiful,” he squeaked out, just as he stiffened under me.
That was all I needed, together, we both fell over the edge and thrusted into each other, riding out our orgasm until there was nothing left.
My body flopped on top of his while he shucked the condom and cock ring to the ground. It was a habit I was not fond of, but that could be fixed by birth control or a waste basket next to the bed, simple.
Henry’s hands ran up and down my back as he kissed my shoulder, slowly bringing me back to the present.
“Is that going to make the book?” Henry asked me, full of hope.
“That is definitely going to make the book.”
“What else can we try?” he asked, making me laugh.
“How about we take a break for a second?”
“Come on, you know Virginia wants more.”
He was right, because Virginia was sending me her keegle sign for yes at a rapid pace, but I tamped her down. She couldn’t make all the decisions.
“She does, but give her at least a few minutes.”
“Fair enough,” Henry said, while kissing along my jaw. I knew exactly what he was trying to do, and damn if it wasn’t working.
Pressing against his chest, I lifted myself up and looked Henry in the eyes. “I love you, Henry.”
His eyes softened as he gripped my cheek with his hand. “I love you, Rosie. More than anything.”
And just like that, I had my happily ever after, and so did Virginia and Poseidon.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Epilogue
Meghan Quinn, The Virgin Romance Novelist
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