Free Baby Bitch (Bitches and Queens) by Rachael James Page A

ground. Leaning over her,
he traced her perfectly arched eyebrow. “Enough about that,” he whispered.
“What I really want to know is about all those boys you let kiss you.”
    “There weren’t that many,” McKenna
responded breathlessly. Her heart began pounding a heavy rhythm against her
chest. She stared up into his eyes and thought for certain— this is it! He is
finally going to kiss me. The anticipation was driving her mad.
    Trevor kissed her temple and then
whispered, “Did you ever let any of those boys do anything else?”
    “Huh, what?” McKenna stammered
momentarily, confused by his question. Then she realized he wanted to know if
she was still a virgin. “No, I’ve been waiting…” McKenna broke off, mortified
by the conversation.
    He studied her for a long moment and then
his eyes narrowed warily. “Have you ever messed around with other girls?”
    “Of course not,” McKenna declared
emphatically. “I’m straight. Why are you asking me this? Does it matter?”
    Trevor stretched out beside her and
propped himself on his elbow. “No, it doesn’t,” he answered with a lazy grin.
“I was just thinking about it while I was working…” he paused as he looked away
and then back at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “… actually it was
driving me fucking insane—thinking about you with some boy. I can’t stand the
thought of another man touching you.”
    “They haven’t . They won’t .”
    “That’s good because you are very
important to me.”
    “Do you really mean that?”
    “I’ve already told you all my dirty
little secrets. Why would I start lying to you now?”
    “Then kiss me,” McKenna challenged.
    Trevor leaned over. He glanced at her
eyes and then down at her mouth before grinning against her lips. “Like this?”
he whispered.
    “Uh huh,” McKenna moaned as her eyes
drifted shut. The kiss was everything she imagined it would be—sweet and
gentle. He seemed in no particular hurry but instead took his time, savoring
the sensation. After several long moments of his gentle coaxing, she opened her
lips and he slipped inside. Unlike all her other kisses, Trevor didn’t try to
shove his tongue halfway down her throat or twirl it in endless circles around
hers. He was there to sample, to taste, as if her mouth was the finest wine, and
encouraged McKenna to do the same. Shy at first, she grew increasingly bolder
until she felt drunk on his flavor. The ever-present butterflies that danced in
her stomach whenever he was near migrated south. She grew feverish with the
desire to be closer to him. She wanted that feeling to never end, but it did
when Trevor pulled away.
    “That’s enough for now,” Trevor explained
ruggedly.
    “Why?”
    “Because that kind of kiss could get us
both in a whole lot of trouble.”
    “Maybe I want to get in trouble with
you,” McKenna declared.
    “Not like this,” Trevor chided. “Not out
here in the open where anyone could see us.”
    “We could go somewhere else,” McKenna
offered desperately.
    “You want me to take you to some
pay-by-the-hour fuck shack that is crawling with bedbugs and every disease
known to man?” Trevor shot back sarcastically.
    “It wouldn’t matter where as long as it
was with you,” McKenna cried.
    “You don’t mean that,” Trevor said
quietly as he reached for her hand. “Your first time should be special. Hell,
it only happens once in a lifetime. When it happens, I want to make it a good
memory for you. Right now, that isn’t going happen—not until all the shit in my
life settles down. You’re the only good thing that has ever happened to me, and
I don’t want to fuck it up.”
    “Have you ever stopped to consider that
maybe you’re the only good thing that has ever happened to me too?”
    “You don’t mean that, doll face. We both
know that ain’t true. Your world is so perfect it might as well have a cherry
on top,” Trevor denied.
    “It’s not,” McKenna mumbled,