Page 55 of The Fake Out

I moaned when his finger grazed across my clit. “Want to make sure you’re ready, sweets.”

“I am. Get a condom on and fuck me.”

He grinned and reached into the bedside table, sliding a condom on and slicking it with lube. I yelped in surprise when he turned me over. Then I moaned when he slid into me from behind, thrusting suddenly and without warning. God, this man knew just what I wanted.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he growled into my neck.

“Blaise…” I moaned. I pressed back into him, wanting to feel all of him as he slammed into me over and over again.

“What, sweets?” he groaned and continued his motions, which made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“I’m gonna come,” I moaned. “You make me come so fast.”

“You love it.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, hitting me deep where I needed it.

I gripped the headboard, so I didn’t fall to the bed face-first, although I think he would have liked that view. “I do.”

“You want it rough?”

“Always, please, break me apart.”

He rode me harder and played with my clit, making me lose myself in the sensation of him.

Like the gentleman he was, he waited for me to spiral out of control. Then he hammered into me as hard as he could and roared out his release. He sounded like a wild animal when he came, and I loved it.

He kissed my shoulder and pulled out while I fell face-first onto the mattress. I was a melted pool of satisfaction, my body like jelly from the orgasm he gave me. He tossed the condom in his trash can and climbed back into bed with me. I crawled into his arms, and he enveloped me with his big body while my hair splayed across his naked chest. He played with my hair while I traced the tattoo on his chest.

“Let me fix this for you,” I said.

“You will. I’m just…I don’t know.”

I traced across his pale white skin. Man, I thought Dinah was ghostly, but this big blonde man beat her at that. “I could do a grouping starting here and blend it into your phoenix. Then it could bleed into your sleeve.”

“Wait, you like the hibiscus idea, don’t you?”

I pointed to the same flower inked across my skin. “Yeah. I could do a red one.”

“Why?”

“Some people say it symbolizes love.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I wonder if my mom would appreciate me getting inked in memory of her.”

“She’d probably like it better than having the name of the girl who broke your heart on your chest.”

I laid my head back on his chest and nearly purred when he continued to stroke my hair. I barely remembered what he said when I drifted off to sleep. All I knew was that laying in bed with this giant of a man made me feel safe. I was glad sleep took me before I could think too hard about what that meant.

Chapter Seventeen

BLAISE

Waking up with a woman in your arms who was only pretending to be your girlfriend was confusing. I only had a couple more weeks left with this hellcat, and I wanted to savor it all. Especially when she lay naked in my bed with her head on my chest. It was a sight to wake up to, but I had to keep telling my heart not to get any ideas.

I ran my hand through her black and red curls. The red was fading to orange, but it still looked amazing on her. I loved her hair. I loved that she had colorful tattoos, and she wanted to fix mine for me.

I smiled when I felt Veronica shift around. Her fingers danced across my chest. “Let me fix it, please?” she begged.

God, when this woman begged, it made me come undone. It was going to be a bummer when our expiration date came. I loved how much we got tangled up in the sheets together, and fucking her in my jersey last night had been hot. Like she was mine, and mine alone. Even if I knew that was the farthest thing from the truth.