That First Night (Firsts in the City #1)

by Jenn McMahon

I took that as a major win, because you know, C’s get degrees. And I’m not talking about my tits.

Like she feels the same buzz as me, she turns, and her eyes meet my stare across the ballroom. Her sky-blue eyes catch mine, and I feel my jaw fall to the floor.

The way he was staring at me was burning through me, right to my core. I felt a fire in my belly that I can’t even explain.

I love when a man smells as crisp as he does right now.

This man looks like he stepped out of one of my romance books.

That man was looking at you with stars in his eyes before we came to the bathroom.

Not another second passes before I crash my lips to hers like I have waited my whole life to kiss her. The jolt of electricity that shoots between us, is something I have never felt with another woman. I don’t ever kiss women, I fuck. Kissing is too intimate, and women think I want a relationship when I kiss them. That’s why I have always avoided it with the women I bring home. But Peyton has this

Like I said, I don’t do this relationship shit, but two fucking hours in the presence of this woman has me wanting more of her. I want to know all about her. What her favorite breakfast food is, what movies make her laugh and what makes her cry. I want to know what she likes to do in her spare time. I want to know why the fuck I sound like Marc.

Who has this many fucking books?” I shrug my shoulders. “I like having my smut trophies on display.”

That I shine brighter than any fear or obstacle that I may face.

“No Pey, a D-A-D-D-Y. Daddies are fucking hot, girl. And from the sounds of it, he’s a single fucking daddy. You know that’s my favorite trope in your collection of smut!”

I’ve never felt a connection with another woman, like I felt with her that night. There was so much electricity between us. Yes, I use electricity because chemistry doesn’t seem to cover it.

“Sunshine,” I whisper. “Look at me.” She opens her eyes to look directly into mine. “I-it’s you,” she whispers. She has the same effect on me that she had five years ago, lighting a fire in my soul with just one look. “It’s you,” I whisper back.

“And I think you would be amazing with him.” “You don’t know anything about me, Thomas,” she cuts back. “I would like to know more, Sunshine.”

“This is my first nanny job, and my only experience is working in a daycare and substitute teaching. I-I don’t have the experience for that kind of pay. I—” I interrupt her thoughts, moving over her small frame, putting my finger delicately under her chin to guide her gaze up to look me in the eyes. “You’re worth it, Sunshine.”

He stops for a moment to take me in. He’s not looking at me in disgust or pity, he’s looking at me like he wants to know more.

Thomas walks behind his desk and removes his suit jacket to place it on the back of his chair, then rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. His thick, corded muscles on his forearms are covered in tattoos, something I hadn’t seen before today.

“D-Dean DiLaurentis,” she stutters. “He’s a character in one of my favorite hockey romance books. I won it in a bookstagram giveaway and it’s the coziest sweatshirt I own.”

I learned was that Thomas can hide no emotions from his face. What do I mean by that? The look on his face when he barged in on me in the bathtub is a look that made me thankful that I was sitting in a bathtub full of water and bubbles to hide the fact that my hands were deep in my own pussy getting off to the thought of him.

I see that everything has changed in here too. Vegan options. For me. My stomach crumbles and my mouth falls open. Did Thomas have all of this done last night after I fell asleep on the couch? He had snacks replaced and he stocked the pantry with some of my favorite ingredients I use to cook. The refrigerator is packed with fruits, vegetables and I even noticed my favorite brand of tofu sitting in one of the pull-out drawers.

He did all of this for me when I didn’t even write a single thing down on the notepad that he gave me last night.

I don’t have it in me to turn around and look at him. I have the refrigerator doors open and I am staring through teary eyes, trying to blink them away. I don’t think anyone has ever done something like this for me before.

Gray. Fucking. Sweatpants. Do guys not understand what gray sweatpants do to women? This man is standing here with not only forearm porn but gray fucking sweatpants. I am so fucked.

After he serves them to James, he begins to mix another batch of waffles with different ingredients. I realize quickly that this batch is for me. He’s making vegan waffles and my mind can’t stop spinning at the events that have taken place this morning.

I looked it up last night after you fell asleep on the couch because I wanted to make sure you had something good for your first meal here.”

These two are going to make me fall in love with them, aren’t they?

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” “Not today, big bro.” He laughs. “Today my mission is to piss you off.”

Seeing James with her just hits me right in the chest. I have never seen him with a female like this before.

“Thomas,” she whispers again. “Dance with me, Peyton,” is what comes out of my mouth. It’s the most random request I have, but I want to feel her close to me for just a little longer. “What?” She gasps, with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. “Dance with me.” “There’s no music.” “Echo, play songs by Nate Smith,”

And there it is, the way she draws out Mr. Ford with the cutest fucking smirk plastered on her face. I don’t stand a chance with her.

She’s branded my soul with a touch that's here to stay.

There's something about Thomas that has me feeling a sense of confidence I have never felt before. It’s a strange fucking feeling but here I am.

The problem is, whenever she’s around, a buzz shoots through my body like it’s something I can’t deny.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since you walked back into my life that day in the park,”

“You consume my thoughts, and I can’t think about anything else but my lips on yours.” “So kiss me,” she blurts out. “Say it again,” I inch closer, my lips grazing hers. “Kiss me, Thomas.”

Watching her orgasm, and hearing the moans she makes, solidifies the fact that I don’t think I will ever get enough of her. I already can’t get enough of her, and I haven’t even had my dick inside that tight pussy yet either.

the man standing there with no fucking shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants barely covering his hips.

Avery calls them fuck muscles and on Thomas, they look more like fuck me muscles.

Instinctively, I bend down to give him a kiss on the forehead. Not even thinking about what I’m doing, just that I’ve grown to care for this kid a whole lot the last couple weeks.

“Why don’t you just ask him if everything is okay?”

shiver runs down my spine and I remain silent. I feel myself in a constant battle between my brain and my body.

“You like what you see, Sunshine?” “I-I,” I stutter as my eyes bounce from his cock to his eyes that are glistening with amusement. “You can take it.”

“Good girl,” he praises. I move my gaze upward and notice his bottom lip in his mouth as he bites down on it. “Good fucking girl,” he growls. “You take my cock so well, Sunshine.”

“Don’t you dare make yourself come,” he warns me. My hands leave my clit with a groan in frustration. I need to come. “That’s my job.”

I don’t get the opportunity to watch the two of them interact often and seeing this makes my heart feel weird shit that it’s not used to feeling.

The three of them just spoke to each other with no words. Female friendships are weird.

“You’re so fucked,” Logan cuts my thoughts. “I am so fucked,” I repeat back, still staring at the entrance of the kitchen.

She is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Why do I melt into a puddle of mush whenever she’s around? I’m not a fucking mushy dude.

“Anything you want, Peyton. Consider it done.” I don’t know what makes me say that but at this point, she could ask me to buy her the largest skyscraper in the city, and I would give it to her.

“What kind of movies do you like?” “I don’t watch movies too often, but when I do, chick flicks are definitely my jam.” She lets out a light giggle. “Chick flick it is,” I say as I raise the remote control to turn on the TV and flick through the movie guide. “Wait,” she pauses and smirks. “You’re willingly turning on a chick flick right now?” If it’s something you want to watch, then I'll watch it with you.