They may be virgins, but they're ready to fulfill all their fantasies…
Who says the first time can't include cuffs, ménage, or a spanking?
Get ready to fan the flames of desire with this collection of nine erotic tales from Evernight Publishing.
BE MY FIRST (m/f/m/m/m/m/m , m/f) Emily Wills promised to give her virginity to her fiance on their wedding night, but when she walked in on him playing hide the sausage with another woman, that plan changed. When her identical twin sister is invited to a sex party she couldn't attend, Emily goes in her place. Now she has six men trying to be her first. Will it be one of those hunky strangers, or will lucky number seven take her for himself?
Emily Wills stepped out of the cab and exhaled deeply, gazing at the house where she would be living until she could get her life back on track. Dry, brittle fall leaves decorated the front lawn, covering the grass as though under a blanket. The brick ranch style house was modest and small, but the front windows spanned most of the front wall. The blinds were closed. One horizontal slip lifted and fell.
She sighed as she turned back toward the cab and pulled her luggage out from the back seat. "Thank you," she said to the cab driver.
After she paid him, Emily had a total of fifty bucks left over. How did her life become such a disaster? She used to have a job, a small apartment in a good neighborhood, and a rich fiancÈ who had promised her a life of leisure. And now, all she had left was a broken heart.
She shut the door and turned back to the house. Emily walked through the leave-covered walkway toward the front steps. Orange, yellow, and brown leaves danced around her stiletto boots. The wind played with her blonde ponytail, blowing strands of it onto her face.
The brown front door opened and a man stepped outside. Handsome, tall, and buff. A black t-shirt clad his skin, and its tight contours revealed muscles beneath the fabric. Short, military cut black hair and baby blue eyes. A combination that could make any woman wet with need.
His name was Simon Reed.
A flutter of sadness hit in her gut. He was her sister’s friend, and given Erika’s reputation with men, Emily assumed him to also be her lover. Why did her slutty sister get all the good guys? And why Simon?
Emily had met Simon during Erika’s birthday party a few years ago. That day was all about Erika, as though even their family had forgotten it was her birthday too.
"Hello, Emily." He dashed down the steps and grabbed the luggage from her hands. "Let me help you with that."
A blush worked its way into her cheeks. This man always had that affect on her. Ever since that party when they flirted in the kitchen, right before Rob walked in. "Thank you," she said quickly, pushing the memories away.
She followed him up the steps and into the house. Sudden warmth greeted her and she instantly longed to open a window. Once she shut the door behind herself, Emily almost gasped for air. "Do you mind turning the heat down?"
Erika walked over and wrapped her arms around her. "You’re in my house all of thirty seconds and already complaining. How about ‘hey sis, how ya doing?’ first."
Emily smiled once Erika pulled away. "Hey sis, how are you doing?"
She gazed at the face identical to her own. Dark blue eyes and sun-kissed blonde hair. All identical twins has minor differences, and Erika was an inch taller then her, but besides that, it was like looking in the mirror. And as with most identical twins, their personalities couldn’t be more different.
Erika was the epitome of fun. She was sex starved and sex crazed. The woman turned down marriage proposals left and right, all because she was never ready for commitment. She didn’t have a boyfriend. She had lovers. Many of them. Her life consisted of parties and vacations.
Emily didn’t want Erika’s life. Just her luck with the boys.
"So you and Robert broke up?" Erika asked while leading her into the kitchen.
"Yup." Emily followed, her gaze raced over the cluttered living room. Frilly pillows covered the couch and a stack of magazines rested on the coffee table. A vase of dead flowers cluttered the room. An entertainment center lined the opposite wall, cluttered with DVD’s and little statuettes of people and animals. The kitchen wasn’t any better. The countertop contained a toaster, a coffee maker, a blender, and some other kitchen gadgets. Boxes of cake mix and a pile of recipe books were scattered over the place. Emily sat at the small table which was oddly empty. She fidgeted in her seat as her gaze shifted into the living room and the luggage that now lay abandoned next to the couch.
Simon walked into the kitchen and leaned against the breakfast bar, which separated the kitchen from the living room. "I’m going."
Erika blew him an air kiss. "I’ll see you later."
He glanced at Emily. "It was good seeing you, Em."
She smiled at him. "Good seeing you, too."
When he was out of the house, she glanced back up at her sister who poured a glass of orange juice from a carton. Then she poured some rum into that same glass.
"It’s noon. Isn’t it a bit early for that?"
"It’s five o’clock somewhere." Erika shrugged and put the glass in front of her. "And this is actually for you, you need it more then I do."
"You know I don’t drink this early."
Erika rolled her eyes. "Given what you’ve been through, you need this. Rob is a cheating asshole."
Regret squeezed her heart. The hurt lingered in her gut. She didn’t want to address her fiancÈ’s cheating. She didn’t want for it to be true.
Erika hopped up on the counter. "Didn’t Rob want to wait until marriage to start having sex? I guess you both changed your minds on that since he cheated on you."
Emily’s head dropped along with her heart. She gazed down into her lap.
Erika climbed off the counter and came toward her, placing her hand under Emily’s chin. Emily lifted her head slowly.
"You’re a virgin, aren’t you?" Sadness graced her gaze.
Emily closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair. "My sex life is none of your concern."
"You were keeping your end of the bargain and he wasn’t."
Emily forced herself to open her eyes without shedding any tears. She cleared her throat, working around the lump that formed in it. "I’m a twenty-five year old virgin all because of that cheating bastard. I can’t believe I let him convince me to save it until marriage."
Erika rubbed her shoulder softly and rolled her eyes. "He’s a jerk but you were also stupid for staying with him all those years."
"Geez, thanks for the compliment." She didn’t need her sister’s ridicule.
"Come on. You gave in to what he wanted but did you ever ask yourself what you wanted? I don’t know about you but it’s stupid to love someone who doesn’t even care about your wants and needs."
She sighed deeply as a lump formed in her throat. Did she really waste so much of her life on a man who didn’t even care about her needs? The thought disturbed her, filling her with dread and pain.
"What do you want?"
Emily shrugged. "It’s been so long since I actually thought about what I want."
"There has to be something." Erika walked over to the other side of the table and sat down. "What do you want, Em?"
To erase the last ten years of her life. To never have met Robert and to never have agreed to be his virgin. She didn’t want to be a virgin anymore! "I’m in my mid-twenties and have never had sex. What do you think I want?"
Erika glanced at the front door. "Do you want me to call Simon back? He could pop that cherry right here and now." She winked. "He likes you."
Simon. Naked. In bed with her. The image made her blood boil. But she couldn’t. How gross would it be to fuck her sister’s lover! "I think I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want him to compare notes as to how much better you are then me."
"Oh no, he wouldn’t do that. Simon and I are just friends. We’ve never had sex."
Her heart fluttered with happiness. "Wow, a man you actually haven’t done." Emily stood from the chair. "I should go unpack. Thanks for letting me stay here."
"That’s what a sister is for." Erika stood too. "And hey, I haven’t had sex with nearly as many men as you think. Some of them are just friends."
Emily rolled her eyes and walked away. She grabbed the luggage from the living room and took it to the guest bedroom. It was clean and moderately vacant without any clutter unlike the kitchen or living room.
As she hung her clothes in the closet, thoughts raced through Emily’s mind. She had thought Robert was the one. She thought they were serious about their relationship. He proved himself to her when she was let go from her job and couldn’t cover her own rent. He let her move into the spare bedroom in his apartment.
She had thought he really loved her.
Robert, however, hadn’t truly loved her. He had insisted that they both stay virgins until their wedding night and he himself had broken his own promise.
Emily’s heart broke again as the memory flashed in her mind. She had gone to his work to surprise him when she discovered her fiancÈ with his pants around his ankles and a woman bent over his desk.
She sat on the bed and buried her head in her hands. Tears rolled from her eyes as her heart broke further. She was a twenty-five year old virgin and it was time to let it go.