CHAPTER 9
“Wait…what?!”
“You heard me.” the biker holds my gaze. “You need learning in the “how to f**k” department, and I’m willing to teach you. You want these lessons or not?”
Not! Most definitely not!
The “No, of course not” is right there. But it lodges in my throat as his insidious suggestion snakes into my brain.
Creating complete havoc.
This awkward in bed thing has been an issue for me for so long. I’ve gotten the “have to get up early for work excuse” more than most after attempts at first s*x.
I was grateful when Jonathan actually exhibited some patience with me. “I’m sure it will be better the next time,” he declared over the package of frozen peas I’d given him to help with the swelling after our initial try.
I wasn’t so sure. Jonathan wasn’t the first guy I’d given pe
