Page 108 of The Fake Out

Chapter Thirty-One

BLAISE

There was a weight on my chest when I woke up the next morning. The weight was a naked woman, and my cock was already hard against my leg at the feel of Veronica, my girlfriend, wrapped around me. Her hand was swirling across the red flowers on my chest.

I kissed the top of her head. “Morning, sweets,” I whispered.

She tilted her head up to look at me. “Hi.”

“Hi? That’s all I get?”

She nodded into my chest. “Somebody wore me out last night, and I’m exhausted.”

I grinned.

Last night after we talked and told each other how we felt, I spent a long time making slow love to her. It differed from our usual affair, but it was nice. Then I let her tie my hands to the headboard, and she rode me. We ended up in the shower for round three before collapsing onto the bed naked with damp hair late in the wee hours of the morning.

A memory surfaced suddenly. “We didn’t use a condom in the shower.”

She kissed the tattoo on my chest as she worked her way up to my neck and then to my lips.

“S’okay. I’m on the pill,” she said, and she climbed on top of me. Now my cock was getting even more interested in her body grinding against mine. This woman was just as horny as me, and it was one of the reasons I loved her.

I frowned and raked a hand through my hair. “You sure that was okay? That wasn’t very smart.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” she reassured me. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

That was true, but I always wrapped it up. I had no intention of doing her in the shower last night, but she was too much of a temptation. I kinda wanted to go without again, but my family was very fertile.

VERY fertile.

“I’m usually more careful than that,” I explained. I never went bare with Astrid, ever, but if things went my way, Veronica would be the only person I ever did that with for the rest of my life.

“Baby, it’s fine,” she told me and nosed across my neck, giving me light kisses. “If you’re so worried about it, pull out next time.”

I grinned at that. I loved her calling me a pet name, especially now that everything between us was real. I opened my mouth to say something, and then my doorbell rang. I groaned because I had a feeling who was bothering me today.

“Who’s that?” she asked, looking down from her perch above me with a disappointed look on her face. She was so cute when she was all pouty.

I gave her a look.

“Your family?” she exclaimed and climbed off me.

I sighed at the doorbell again. “Sweets?”

She was shrugging on her bra and already had her jeans on. Her whole face lit up when I called her that. I loved seeing that look across her pale face. I had missed that look for months. It surprised me when she showed up to my game last night in my jersey, but now we were together. I hadn’t expected to ever see her again. I thought Michael and I would have to put our heads together and come up with something good to win her back. I didn’t think she would try to win me back first.

“What?” she asked.

I got out of bed and walked over to her. I put my hands on her face and tilted it up to me. “Please don’t let my family scare you away.”

She kissed me quickly. “I’m not letting go of you again.”

I kissed her again, sliding my hand to the back of her neck, but she pushed me away and put a finger on my chest. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, big guy.”

“I love that you’re a bigger horndog than I am.”

She laughed and pulled her shirt over her head. “Do you want me to get the door while you get dressed?”