Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (read people like a book txt) 📕

for the first time in my life a guy was touching me. Taking me by surprise, he pulled his hand out and shoved two fingers into his mouth then was back in my pants.

I’d heard about this from girls at school and from Delaney. Anytime I was curious about what something meant, given my limited knowledge, I’d asked her. She’d promised she’d always tell me the truth.

Apparently, she had told me everything because the way his fingers moved against my clit elicited the exact feeling Delaney had talked about. He made full circles as he kissed me but soon my focus was on that one spot he was touching me and I couldn’t focus on his mouth.

As he moved his hand down farther, I grabbed his wrist and said, “Wait.” He was about to enter a far more sensitive area where no one else has ever gone. I’d heard that it hurt and was freaked out over the idea of Bonham doing it even though I really wanted him to.

His hand stilled. “Trust me,” was all I needed to hear to let him go.

I spread my legs wider to allow him access. That was as good as permission. He trailed those fingers down my lower lips before teasing my opening. Bonham was kissing me stupid again before he pushed one finger in. He moved slowly, letting me grow accustomed to it being there before he began moving it in and out. I assumed he thought I was ready for the second finger he added and I’d never felt so full in my life.

My breath came in gasps and groans mixed with the idea that his penis was probably much larger than those fingers and I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it when the time comes. I know that was a silly thought. Lots of women did this every day.

Maybe this would even make things easier later.

As he moved, he pushed the heel of his hand against my clit and that was all I needed. This foreign feeling took me over. The pressure increased and then it was like I was falling off a cliff, landing in a pile of tingling ecstasy. My heart was racing as I tried to catch my breath. His movements slowed as he coaxed every last drop of pleasure out of me.

The thought crossed my mind that I should’ve been embarrassed after we were done. Given the sounds I’d been making. Yet here I was reveling in the afterglow of my first orgasm. I was about to tell him as much when someone tapped on the window.

Mortified. That was the only word I could use to describe the feeling washing over me. I quickly scurried back to my seat, though my pants weren’t back in place while Bonham chuckled at me.

He pushed the fingers he’d been using into his mouth before popping them out.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth fell open. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

He winked and said, “Tasty.”

I opened then closed my mouth three times in a row but came up with no comeback to that. I’d heard guys did that but never considered it to be a real thing. Then Bonham cracked the window.

“Could you step out?” the male voice on the other side told him.

Of course a police officer had happened upon us right then. Of course he had. I slapped my hands over my face.

“Sure thing.” Then he turned to me and added. “Just stay here.” Before I could respond, he reached over and pulled me to him for a quick kiss. Then he got out.

While he was doing that, I quickly righted myself, slapped my hands over my face, and leaned over so that my head rested on my knees. This was the worst ending to the best experience.

“Bonham, what the hell are you doing out here?” the officer asked him. I couldn’t see the officer very well because of how he was standing. He must’ve known Bonham somehow because I hadn’t heard him demand an ID.

“I was just out here talking with my girl,” Bonham told him.

“Sure, you were.”

“Seriously, Pete. You can ask her if you want. We had dinner with the family tonight, then when I was driving her home, we decided to talk for a while.”

“Yeah, OK, but you might want to take her home now.”

“You read my mind,” Bonham told him. When I peeked over through the foggy window, I could barely see the cop reach his hand out to shake Bonham’s.

“Uh…” Bonham hesitated. “I don’t think you want to do that.”

Ohmigod. I groaned quietly and buried my head back in my lap. I knew exactly why he didn’t want the officer to shake his hand.

With Bonham back in the car with me and his window rolled up, I stayed right where I was. He ran a hand over my back three times before chuckling.

“There a problem?” he asked.

“Nope.” My voice was muffled against my legs. “Everything is fantastic.”

“Come on.” He pulled be back up. “It’s fine. Pete’s a friend of Mack’s from school. He’s not going to tell anybody.”

“But he knows.”

“It’s fine, Jurnie. I promise.”

My skin still burned from the experience.

“Everything else OK?” He watched me intently.

“Yes, everything up to that point was utterly perfect.”

“Good.” He pulled my lips against his for another minute until he said it was time to get out of there so Pete didn’t come back.

As we were driving, I decided to be honest with him. Since I didn’t have much experience with guys, I wasn’t sure how much they’d want to know. But I wanted to tell him.

“I’ve never done that before,” I told him quietly, squeezing his hand as if that would give me the courage I needed.

“Done what? Gotten fingered in a park?”

A loud cackle almost came out of my mouth. He really didn’t mess around with what he was saying. “Gotten fingered at all.” I decided to match him. It sounded so foreign coming out of my mouth, yet so natural