Page 5 of The Fake Out

So sue me, Blaise Holmstrom was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen.

“Where do you live again?” he asked, pulling me away from my horny thoughts.

“Drakesville.”

I had typed my address into the GPS when we got into his car, but he clearly hadn’t spent much time in the suburbs. Even though I worked on South Street, I liked living in my small town. The only downside was the forty-five-minute to an hour commute, but I did my best sketching and sometimes reading on the train or the bus; sometimes I drove if I knew I was going to be in the city too late to grab the train home in time. I tried not to do that because parking in the city was such an expensive pain in the ass.

I directed him where to park, in the side alley two houses away from the duplex apartment I lived in.

“Do you want to come inside? It’s a long drive back. I could make you a coffee,” I offered with a sly smile.

He gave me a shy smile in return, which seemed odd to me. An attractive man like him had to know ‘coffee’ was code for, ‘Hey, do you want to put your cock inside me?’ He had to know what I was really asking. Hockey players got around; I was sure he knew what I meant.

He cut the engine. “Sure. Lead the way, sweets.”

I rolled my eyes at the pet name but led the way a block up the street to the twin home on the corner. I walked up the porch and stopped at my door, noticing the heavy package on my doorstep. I forgot the canvases I ordered were supposed to come in the mail today.

“Hey, let me get that,” Blaise offered while I dug into my purse for my keys.

I didn’t argue and let him take the package from me. We walked up the steps to my second-floor apartment, where he gingerly placed the package on my kitchen table.

It was hot as balls in my apartment. I didn’t have A/C, only a window unit, and I didn’t leave it on while I was gone. I couldn’t afford that electric bill.

Blaise removed his beanie and ran a hand through his short blonde hair. I dropped my purse on the table, but my mind wondered what my hands would feel like threading their way through those locks while he was on his knees between my thighs.

Okay, libido, settle down.

“Sorry it’s hot in here. I only have a window unit, but it’s in my bedroom,” I told him.

“Oh. That’s fine,” he said, but he still had that shy look on his face.

I walked down the narrow hallway toward my bedroom in the back of the apartment. I turned the air on high blast, and when I spun around, I saw Blaise standing in the doorway, shoes off and looking like he was waiting for an invitation. I sat on the edge of my bed and toed off my Doc Martens. I patted the spot beside me.

“Close the door, will you?” I asked.

He did as he was told, and the bed sunk down under his weight.

“Thanks for driving me home. I know it’s pretty out of the way. You could’ve driven me to the train station instead.”

I wasn’t sure why he decided to drive me all the way home to Drakesville. But now that he was in my bedroom, I had plans for the rest of the night. Preferably with me beneath him.

Blaise shook his head. “No worries.”

I ran my hand through my hair and gave him a sly smile.

He reached up and brushed a strand of my black-to-blue ombré styled hair behind my ear. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks. I like to change it up.”

His big hand lingered on my jaw, his thumb caressing my cheek. I bridged the gap between us, leaning over and pressing my mouth to his. He froze at first, but then he snaked his hands into my hair as we kissed.

He kissed like a man starved, moaning into my mouth when I parted my lips to let him inside. He sucked on my tongue and tilted my head to get a better angle. He might have been nervous, but this man knew how to kiss—and how to hold a woman in place. Mmm, I loved a demanding alpha male in bed.

I straddled his thighs, and his hands danced down my back until he gripped my ass. He had thick, manly thighs and big hands, and I wondered what it would be like if he took me over his knee and used those hands to spank my ass. Just thinking about it made me wet. I ground myself against the hard bulge in his jeans. He actually growled while I did it. I kissed from his lips to his jaw and down his neck, hitting that spot below his ear, and nipped at his earlobe.

“Fuck, ” he moaned. “Wait, wait. Veronica, stop.”

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were wide with desire, his arousal evident as much in his gaze as in his cock pressing hard against me. “What’s wrong?” I asked.