Bad Boy's Bridesmaid by Sosie Frost

it, not while he lapped at me and
buried his finger deep in my pussy.
    “Tell me you’ve
wanted me.” His order was hard to ignore as he curled his finger against that
perfect spot inside me. “Don’t deny it, Mandy. Tell me I’m the best pleasure
you’ve ever gotten.”
    Technically he
was. I wouldn’t argue with it. I nodded.
    “Better than
your other boyfriends?”
    Again, I couldn’t
lie. “Yes.”
    Nate sensed me
tense. It was the wrong time for that pleasure, but I couldn’t stop it. I gasped
and writhed and bucked against his finger as he drew long and teasing strokes. 
He grinned as the trembling overtook me. My core superheated, and I bit my lip
to keep from crying out.
    The orgasm stole
my rationality, common sense, and ability to lie. I clenched and exploded as
his mouth suckled at my clit.
    “Tell me I’m the
best fuck you’ve ever had.”
    I couldn’t stop
the truth or my honesty. They blended into one, and I cried out.
    “You were the
only one I ever had.”
    The orgasm stole
my vision, hearing, and every other part of me that might have been embarrassed
to reveal the truth. Why didn’t it stop my heart? Was it too much to ask for
momentary muteness? Amnesia? Insanity?
    What the hell
did I just say?
    I crashed hard,
and my pleasure wasn’t there to catch me. My breath drew harsh and ragged over
the desperate heat in my core. I wanted more. So much more.
    But first I had
to do damage control.
    Nate pulled away
as I shamefully quivered against the desk.
    Did I leave a
wet spot? Oh dear God.
    His eyes
widened. “That night…were…were you a virgin ?”
    There wasn’t a
classy way to confirm or deny that. I looked down.
    “Holy shit,” he
said. “I didn’t know. I just thought you were…uptight. In more ways than the obvious.”
    Awkward . The word he
wanted was awkward .
    My fingers
didn’t respond quick enough to untuck the panties bound against a very
sensitive place. I swept my skirt over my legs instead and forced myself
upright.
    “Mandy…” Nate
ran a hand through his hair, tangling it in the blonde. “Why… didn’t you say
anything. You didn’t even act like…”
    “It’s fine.” I
swallowed. “You said we wouldn’t talk about it.”
    “No, I said we
wouldn’t talk about what happened today . This was sex a month ago. You
didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”
    Hadn’t told him
I was pregnant yet either. I was 0-2.
    “It wasn’t
important,” I said.
    “Like hell. If I
knew, I would have…”
    I smirked.
“What? Gone slower? Been more tender?”
    Nate leapt to
his feet. “I probably wouldn’t have chased you.”
    “Don’t kid
yourself.”
    “I would have
made it better.”
    “You couldn’t
have made it any better than it was.” I crossed my legs and twisted my fingers
in the skirt. Honesty was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to relieve me.
“That night was special to me. And it was amazing. And it was fun.”
    Nate set his jaw.
“But?”
    “That’s all this
is. All you want.”
    “What’s wrong
with that?” He pointed to the desk. “Lay down. I’ll prove how much fun I can be.”
    “I need more
than fun .”
    “Why?” Nate held
me before I tumbled onto my wobbly, satisfied legs. “Fun is what you need.
You’re wound tight, and you’re upset. Let me show you that there’s another side
to life—one that doesn’t require love, marriage, and fairy tales.”
    I wanted to
believe him. I wanted to see what he could offer. But all the fun and games and
messing around in the world wouldn’t make my life any easier.
    “I have to
believe in fairy tales now,” I said.
    It was hard to
say, hard to feel, hard to admit, especially as Nate stared so intently at me,
wanting more than just my excuses. My voice weakened.
    Why did it hurt
so much to say?
    “And I’m afraid
you aren’t the right prince.”

Chapter Six - Mandy
     
    I parked my butt
in the hospital cafeteria and waited for Rick. He was never too busy for a double
bacon