Wicked Games 11

Chelsea

Here it comes.

I waited for him to move away from me, to get off the bed and pull his clothes on. For him to tell me that it was a massive mistake and that it should never have happened.

I waited for him to do what he always did.

Push me away.

Wicked’s voice was tortured when he finally spoke. “Shit Chelsea, you could have at least told me I was your first.” But he didn’t get up. He carried on just looking at me. His eyes were softer than I had ever seen them. He looked thoughtful. Chewing on his bottom lip.

“It’s no big deal.” I didn’t want to argue about it. I just wanted to enjoy the feelings in my body. Even the biting tearing feeling between my thighs. I wanted to enjoy all of it and relish the fact that I was no longer a virgin.

“It is a big deal.” The hand that wicked had been smoothing down my body moved upwards to cup my cheek. “It’s a really big deal. Did I hurt you.”

I shrugged.

“Chelsea.” He sounded exasperated. “Did I hurt you?”

Our eyes met. “No Wicked. I