Page 62 of Down & Dirty: Rage

“Yes to all of that.”

Should he discourage her by telling her that he didn’t dovirgins because they had no fucking clue about what they were doing?

He wanted to fuck. It wasn’t his job to teach a woman how to do it.

But this was Lyric and she was asking him for a favor, of sorts. One he would benefit from, too.

Goddamn it.

He was a damn fool if he truly thought he could walk away from a naked Lyric.

He wasn’t and he wouldn’t.

He only hoped she didn’t regret this and make him pay for it later. Because it would really fucking suck if doing this because he was a horny motherfucker damaged their relationship.

Damage could always be repaired, right? He sure as fuck hoped so. Because he was now as determined as her to finish what they’d started.

Fuck it.They were doing this. Consequences be damned.

But despite her reaction to what he’d said, he’d avoid being rough with her. Talking about it and actually doing it were two different things.

His lips locked on one dusky nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth before gently scissoring the tip with his teeth. With a gasp, her fingers dug into the shaved sides of his head.

After sucking it until it was shiny and swollen, he shifted to the other one, giving it the same attention.

“Oh, yes,” she hissed.

He had no idea just how inexperienced she was. She might not have gone “all the way” with anyone before, but she at least had to have had some sort of sexual contact.

Right?

She was twenty-four years old. She had been surroundedby horn dogs her whole life. No fucking way she had gone completely untouched.

He tried to remember if she ever had a boyfriend in high school.

In the past, the sisterhood avoided bringing any dates or boyfriends around the clubhouse or the MC in general. They especially avoided bringing them home.

Mostly because of how protective the DAMC was of their women. It didn’t take much to scare away any outsider with a dick sniffing around.

So while the club sisters could be sexually active or even just dating, Rage’s club brothers wouldn’t know about it unless they found out by accident.

Like when the women were drinking at a party, let their guard down, and would run their damn traps.

But one sister he never heard any whispers about was Lyric. Not from her father, not from her brother, and definitely not from any of the loose-lipped women.

This hammered home the fact that she might not have any experience at all.

Despite that, the opportunity to do everything he ever fantasized about when it came to the woman naked in his bed was right at his fingertips. He could touch and taste every damn inch of her. Worship her the way she deserved.

Was he also being a selfish motherfucker? That answer was pretty damn clear.

He thrust his throbbing length between her folds. Tempted to plunge into her, but knowing he couldn’t.

Her being a virgin simply meant he’d need to be more careful than he normally was. Alotmore fucking careful. Because he wanted to pound her until they both came, despite her first time not being the right time for that.

He needed toease her into it.

Since she was a virgin, he also had to assume she wasn’t on any kind of birth control. As always, it was on him to protect her, even if it was from unwanted pregnancies or diseases.