Chapter 38 Your Virginity Is Non-Returnable

She blanches. “What kind of parents do you think we’ll make? With everything that’s happened?” Tears well up in her eyes, making them glitter. “I can’t cope with something like that too. Not now.”

I ball my hands to prevent myself from touching her, from soothing her. From feeling sorry for her. “You didn’t think about it when you came in my mouth and on my cock. You didn’t tell me to stop when you screamed in pleasure.”

“I didn’t scream,” she says with a sharp intake of her breath.

My grin is savage. “Our neighbors will disagree.”

“Shit.” She drags her hands over her eyes and pushes her hair out of her face. “If Bart finds out…”

“So what if he does?” I say harsher than I intended.

She looks at me. “My parents are religiously conservative. You don’t know my mother. The shame I’ll bring over my family will kill her.”

I don’t care about any of those things—shame and religion and right and wrong. I was raised Catholic, but I’ve never practiced as an adult. I can imagine how a baby concei