The Bride (The Bride #1)(17)
Not a good fit.
Since he was basically as good as an orphan, I would make my dad give me money so Jake had a present on his birthday and for Christmas.
Today, first time as my husband, who knew what to expect. But it didn’t matter. Because no gift was going to be as big as tonight.
Tonight was prom night. We didn’t do proms by grades. Just one big dance where everybody could go. In the gym, which was a little old-school cheesy, but the only place in Riverbend that would fit us all for an event.
Riley had in fact asked me to go with him. We weren’t dating, but we were officially hanging out. With some kissing. Hanging out and kissing. Tonight was going to be our first real date.
I had a dress. I had an appointment with Bella to get my hair blown out. But the best thing was… I was going to lose it tonight. The V card. I was going to tell Riley I wanted to have sex. Actual sex. Full on penetration. His dick, my vagina. We were going to do it.
Chrissy had done it. Lisa had done it. Karen hadn’t done it yet, but she’d given her boyfriend a blow job.
I had done nothing! Nothing except the kissing and I was ready for more.
I had condoms. I would be safe. I figured it wasn’t going to be as good as Bella and Edward’s first time, but Riley was hot and I was really motivated.
Jake had met Riley and had instantly shut him down with a man glare. Of course. Worse, I could tell it had made Riley uncomfortable. When I’d called Jake out about it, he’d said a man shouldn’t be intimidated by a look. I would have reminded him that Riley was only eighteen, but it didn’t matter. Jake was not going to like any boyfriend I brought home. It was how he was built.
And truth was, he didn’t get to have a say in this part of my life.
We had been clear from the get go. Our sex lives were separate. Sure, he didn’t think I had one, and if he knew what I was planning tonight would probably do something to make that not happen. I figured what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
I knew entirely far too much about his. Thanks to a pretty loud Janet several months ago I knew his girlfriend called his dick a peen and that Jake liked blow jobs.
Things I figured out pretty quickly about myself: I would never call a guy’s dick anything other than what it was. A dick, a cock, a penis, whatever. Janet had sounded like an idiot.
Also I took it for granted that most guys liked blow jobs. I thought I wanted to start with some straight-up sex first, but I was of the opinion I should be open minded in all things related to sex.
How could you know what you liked or what you didn’t if you didn’t try it all?
I had even tried doing it to myself, but I was not having a whole lot of success pulling off the orgasm thing. I could finger myself and play with my nipples, and that felt good, but it never went anywhere, which I knew it should. Which meant I probably wasn’t doing it right, but it’s not like I was going to ask my girlfriends how to jack off and it certainly wasn’t a conversation I could have with Jake.
In some ways I was hoping he would be cool with me about guys and sex. He wasn’t that much older than I was. It’s not like he didn’t remember high school at all. I thought I could talk to him as one soon-to-be non-virginal adult to another.
It took that one hard macho staredown when I introduced him to Riley to seal the deal.
He couldn’t not be that guy. The overprotective, wrap me up in bubble wrap and let’s pretend that I wasn’t going to be on my own in a year running this ranch, guy.
I bounced out of bed washed my face and brushed my teeth and headed down for breakfast. I could already smell the bacon cooking. I would eat first, then chores, then get ready for school.
“I smell bacon,” I sang.
“Burning as we speak,” he said over a popping and sizzling frying pan.
I sat on the stool at the island and waited patiently. “Eggs, eggs, eggs,” I said, pounding the counter with my fists. Okay, maybe not so patient.
Finally he put a plate in front of me with eggs over easy, burnt bacon, and toast that was more butter than bread. My total favorite!
I dug in and after a few bites looked up at him and smiled.
“Birthday breakfast rocks,” I said.
“Happy Birthday, kiddo.”
Okay, that meant no gift. And let’s face it, I was seventeen. Not really a big deal year. Last year had been Petunia. Still, a part of me was a teensy bit disappointed. I was the guy’s wife after all. And since my dad wasn’t here, that meant no one was going to give me a present.
Well, I suppose Riley was. The gift of sex. I tried to hide my smile.
“One more year to go,” I said, shrugging off the no-gift thing. “We should find a place in the house and make those lines like they do in prison movies, counting off the days. Three hundred and sixty-five left.”
“Absolutely. Because living here with you is almost as bad as prison.”
Jake left the kitchen then, and came back with a wrapped package in his hands.
I clapped and squealed, because really it was my birthday and who didn’t want a gift on your birthday?
I took it. It was square and fairly heavy. When I opened it, it was a framed picture of my mom and dad that I had never seen before. It looked like Christmas, because there were lights up on the porch. My dad was standing behind my mom with his hands over her stomach, her hands on top of his.
They were both beaming into the camera. Oh my God I missed them.