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

The car jerked a little like when I’d told him I was a virgin. I considered that maybe I should stop giving him any kind of information while he was driving.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not even a little. I told you. I was fourteen when my parents locked me down. I’ve done basically nothing.”

“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered.

“I tell you this so you know why if I do something wrong. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.”

“There is no wrong,” he told me, glancing from the road to me. “If it feels good, then it’s right.”

“Oh, I guarantee I could do things wrong.”

“Like what?”

“Bite your dick,” I said. He flinched as I giggled into the cool car air. I’d stolen that from my sister and the story of her first blow job.

“Yeah. Maybe don’t do that.” He swallowed hard. “But it explains why you’re so fucking tight.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Of course it isn’t.” Now he glanced over at me. “But try really hard not to bite my dick. It’s possible I won’t care but let’s not find out.”

We both laughed as we pulled up in front of my house. This time, he didn’t stop at the neighbors’ probably because we’d already done a lot of kissing goodnight.

He got out and met me on my side of the care.

“Eventually, I’m walking you up to that door,” he told me.

“Eventually, yes,” I agreed.

Tonight’s kiss was less intense, less needy. It was one that said we’d have plenty of time to do more tomorrow.

12

Bonham

It’d been a while since I’d come as hard as I had last night after dropping Jurnie off at home.

When I’d gotten back to my apartment and hopped in the shower, I’d still been a walking hard on and there hadn’t been a choice but to take care of it. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been awake all night. I’d thought about her and the way she’d felt as I’d brought her to orgasm. The way she’d tasted on my fingers after and that was all it had taken. I might’ve even set a fucking record.

This morning, I’d slept in because it was Saturday. Hopefully, Jurnie had as well. I’d spent my time falling asleep thinking about her and the fact that she hadn’t been with anyone else. Most guys had some sort of boner for virgins. Mostly, I thought it was because then there was no one to compare you to.

That wasn’t me. If you were doing your job properly, there’d be no comparison. The only reason it even occupied any of my head space was because that first time was a big deal, especially for women, I thought. Yeah, it was for guys, but for very different reasons. I wasn’t afraid of her getting attached or falling in love. At this point, I wanted her in love with me because I was fairly certain I’d be fully in love with her in no time. I’d been in love once before and knew the warning signs. Though that time hadn’t ended the best. This time… I’d make sure it didn’t end at all.

When I finally checked my phone in the morning, there was a sleepy Snap from Jurnie. It just said good morning, but she looked happy and satisfied and a small knowing smile played on her lips. Damn. I screenshotted that and didn’t care that she’d know about it. That was going on as her pic when she called. At least until I could get one in person.

I sent her one back of me still in bed with the same message. I made sure to get more of me in the pic, given how she’d liked the last shirtless picture I’d sent her.

Sure enough, about twenty seconds later, I received an alert that she’d screenshotted it. Then I scuffled out to the kitchen for a drink and something to eat.

“Gross. Can’t you put a shirt on?” Van acted like he gave a shit that I wasn’t wearing one. Lexi was with him, but that wasn’t it. He just liked to give me a hard time.

“Pretty sure she’s seen it before. We are identical.”

Lexi giggled. “Not exactly. Your tattoos are different.

“Yeah,” I told her. “We had to get those so that people could tell us apart.”

“Then why wouldn’t you get more obviously different ones?” she said. “I only know they’re not the same because I’ve seen them up close. Farther away, you cannot tell.”

“This is true,” Van agreed.

“When are you guys leaving for Chicago?”

Van gasped and clutched his pearls. “Are you trying to get rid of us?”

I took a big drink of the bottle of water I’d grabbed out of the fridge and nodded.

“How dare you?”

When I was done, I said, “I’d like to have Jurnie over without you two here.”

“Hey, we get along,” Lexi protested.

“I know you do and I appreciate that, but I’d like to have her here alone.”

“Oooohhh…” Van acted like he knew the reason. “You want to be loud and freaky and not scare my girl.”

“Yup. That’s it,” I deadpanned.

“That sucks.” Lexi sat back and folded her arms over her chest. “I was hoping we’d get to hang out at least for a bit before we left. We aren’t coming back before the tour starts again.”

“I know.” Fuck. The idea of leaving Jurnie gnawed at my gut.

This was honestly ridiculous, but I hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and I was just getting to know her. Couldn’t imagine how intense this would get when I was actually in love with her. Which was going to happen. And I’d never had a girlfriend while on tour before. I could only imagine how hard it would be, given that she wasn’t with me on tour like most of the other guys’ girls were.

“We’re leaving in the morning. King Bossy decided and rented a car so he can just return it there and we won’t have to worry about it.”