Chapter 19
Do You Want The House Tour?
My cheeks hurt from laughing so much. We spent several hours with Walker’s family. It was loud, boisterous, and positively perfect. The Halstead siblings teased each other nonstop, but that doesn’t diminish the close bond they share. They’re fortunate to have such a strong support system.
I’ve been over for dinner many times over the years, but being there as Walker’s girlfriend gave me a different perspective I’ve never had before. As an only child I’m used to the quiet, but spending the evening with the Halsteads reminded me how comforting the chaos can be.
When Briar, Jensen, and Caleb said they were heading back to the cottage for the night, Walker took it as his cue to excuse us as well. Briar agreed to watch Logan and Rory tonight, another reason she’s such an amazing friend.
As we climb the stairs to Walker’s studio apartment above the ranch house, a knot tightens in my stomach.
I’ve spent so long imagining what sex would be like, cataloging every possible thing that could go wrong.
Now I could be minutes from finally experiencing it, and my nervous anticipation twists into fear that I’ll ruin the moment and fall short of making my first time worth remembering.
Even though this whole thing started with Walker agreeing to teach me to have sex under the guise of dating, I want this to be memorable for him too.
Briar gave me a tour when the Halsteads added on the two loft apartments, but I haven’t been in this one since Walker moved in.
I take in the open floor plan, exposed brick walls, and the beam running across the ceiling, imagining the large windows along the side of the house must flood the space with sunlight during the day, though the blinds are drawn now.
The reclaimed wood floors cause my footsteps to echo softly as I look around the loft.
The living room and kitchenette are on one end of the space.
A well-worn leather couch faces a TV on a stand, and next to it is a bookshelf full of Westerns and action movies.
In the kitchen area, there’s a brown card table with a single chair, a compact stove and oven set against the counter with a microwave mounted above, and a small fridge tucked in the corner.
On the other side of the space, a queen-sized bed is centered against the wall with a black nightstand and lamp beside it, and a matching dresser sits against the opposite wall. And an open door leads to the bathroom.
The place might have minimal furniture and decor, but it’s still a warm, welcoming space that reflects Walker’s personality.
“Sorry, it’s not much,” he says, turning on the rest of the lights.
“It’s really nice, but to be honest, I don’t care about how your place looks.” I close the distance between us, my hand brushing against his arm.
I’ve been waiting to be alone with him too, and not just so we could have a conversation.
Walker exhales sharply, and before I can react, he lifts me into his arms, my hands finding their way around his neck. He walks us backward until I’m pressed against the nearest wall, holding me steady with one arm while his other hand cups my face, his thumb and forefinger gently cradling my chin.
“I swear my family dragged out dinner on purpose,” he complains.
He doesn’t have to worry—I’m not leaving this loft until he’s kissed me senseless, among other things.
“Now that you have me alone, what are you going to do about it?” I whisper.
He slowly runs his thumb across my mouth. “Ever since you had these pouty lips wrapped around my dick, all I’ve been able to think about is getting a taste of that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Well? What are you waiting for?” I ask, drawing his thumb between my lips and swirling my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck me,” he growls, a hunger sparking behind his eyes. “First, we’ve got to get you out of these clothes.” He lowers me to the floor. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I can’t stop the whimper that escapes me as I do as he asks, placing my palms against the exposed brick. Every cell in my body is on fire as he pushes my hair over my shoulder, the cool air grazing against my skin.
He places one hand firmly on my hip and uses the other to slowly drag down the zipper of my dress. The suspense is unbearable. I exhale sharply as he grinds his rigid cock against my ass.
I’m grateful that he doesn’t treat me like glass or give me a chance to get lost in my head.
Instead, he makes me feel desired in a way I never have, as if every curve and contour of my body has him completely captivated.
The way he knows just what I need to keep my nerves in check sends red-hot arousal racing through me.
“You wore this dress to torment me, didn’t you?” he murmurs in my ear.
“I would never,” I say as I press my backside further against him, grinning when he inhales sharply.
Was it impractical to spend a day on the ranch in a sundress? Definitely. But every heated glance I’ve gotten from Walker has made it well worth it.
“Want to hear a confession?” he rasps, tipping my head so I glance over my shoulder at him.
I answer with a quiet hum, nodding.
He leans in, grazing his mouth over mine as he speaks. “I’ve been thinking about this moment all day. I need to be inside you. Watching you come with that vibrator was incredible but now you’re going to come on my cock like the good girl I know you are.”
My eyes grow wide as I squeeze my thighs together, his crass remark giving me the courage to answer with the truth.
“I’m very much on board with that idea. In fact, it just shot to the top of my to-do list, so we should get on that immediately.”
“I like your way of thinking, sweetheart.”
Walker takes my invitation to heart, brushing my dress off my shoulders.
I feel his breath against my skin seconds before he presses kisses down my neck.
He unclasps my bra, freeing my aching breasts.
He slides the straps down my arms, letting it fall to the ground before he reaches around to brush my nipples with his fingertip in teasing strokes.
I whimper when he gently rolls them, the sensation nothing like when I do it to myself, and I’m dizzy from craving his touch.
“God, I love how damn responsive you are,” he groans.
I whine in protest when he releases my nipples.
He pulls my dress down the rest of the way, letting it pool at my feet, before spinning me around to face him.
“Hold on tight,” he urges, scooping me up.
I loop my arms around his neck as he carries me to his bed. He lays me on top of the comforter, in the middle of the mattress.
He takes off my boots, and I lift my hips as he bends down to grab the top of my panties, sending a shiver snaking down my spine.
My breath hitches when he places tender kisses along the inside of my thighs as he slowly drags my underwear down my legs.
He tosses them aside, and gazes at me, eyes roaming over every inch.
I instinctively cover my breasts, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. It’s one thing to have Walker watching while I get off with a vibrator, but it’s entirely different lying here on the verge of losing my virginity, terrified I won’t live up to his expectations.
To distract from my nerves I watch as Walker slowly undresses.
His shirt strains against his shoulders before he pulls it off, throwing it to the floor.
The flex of his abs as he moves is enough to steal the air from my lungs.
It should be a crime how hot he is, and I lick my lips as he drags down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick cock, the veins pulsing.
He pushes aside his discarded clothes, gazing at me like he’s ready to devour me.
“Look what you do to me, Birdie,” he says, stroking his erection from base to tip. “Don’t ever question how much I want you.”
It’s a good thing I’m lying down because my knees would’ve given out if I were still standing.
Walker joins me on the bed, kneeling at my feet, settling at the end of the mattress, his palms gliding slowly up my calves. I gasp when his lips brush my knee, but he doesn’t stop, moving higher, his stubble dragging along my bare skin.
His lips explore the curve of my hips, then he shifts to using his tongue, teasing along my stomach, and when he reaches my breasts, he moves my hands, setting them at my sides as he drinks in the sight of my naked body.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he rasps. “I’m going to make this feel so good and worship every inch of you.”
My eyes stay glued to him as he leans down to wrap his mouth around my nipple, gliding his tongue across the pink bud.
“Walker.” His name passes my lips like a prayer.
He lets out a low groan as he alternates between flicking my nipple with his tongue and sucking on it. As he lavishes my breast with kisses his hand glides down my stomach, leaving a path of goose bumps behind.
My legs fall open in invitation as he settles his hand on my bare thigh. He slowly makes his way to my core, running his fingers through my wetness. I gasp when he slides a finger inside me, drawing him deeper into my heat.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls.
Words fail me as I quiver beneath him, grinding against his palm as he pushes his finger in and out in steady strokes, getting me used to the sensation.
He moves his mouth to my other breast, suckling my nipple as he pushes a second finger into me.
I wind my arms around his neck, welcoming the added intrusion as a strained moan escapes me, colliding with the ragged tempo of our intermingled breaths.
“That’s it. Ride my hand and show me what a good girl you are.”
His praise sweeps over me like a tidal wave, and I circle my hips as I chase the rush of euphoria surging through me.
“More, please. I need your mouth,” I beg.
Walker shifts down my body, positioning himself between the apex of my thighs, grazing his teeth along my inner thigh.
“I’ve waited long enough for a taste of my pussy,” he growls.