Page 89 of Fake

My name, from those lips. It’s medicine for my heart. It’s a jolt of need straight to my dick.

My mouth finds hers. My hands travel her body. There is solace here. With her. I stop thinking and start feeling. Pulling her to her feet. Tugging at clothes until she’s bare. Pressing her against a wall, pinning her wrists above her head and freeing my throbbing cock.

I will give her all of me.

The best of me.

The worst of me.

My hopes and dreams and fears and sadness.

I am safe with her and will keep her safe from the world. She will have everything she ever wanted because that’s what I found in her.

Mina’s breasts press against my chest, and I bend to take her into my mouth. Licking. Sucking. Teeth grazing her rose-colored peaks.

She moans my name, her hands in my hair, head tossed back, chest heaving.

“I love you, Mina,” I whisper at her throat, kissing the delicate skin below her ear.

“I love you too,” she whispers back and then I’m past speaking, past thinking. I slide my aching dick into her sweet warmth and lose myself to her.

THIRTY-SIX

Nathan

Someone’s in Mina’s apartment. My eyes blink open and I push up on my elbow, listening to the squeak and bump of the front door quietly being closed. Mina sleeps beside me, one arm thrown over her head, blissfully unaware as a stranger creeps down the hallway, ever closer to where we lay naked and vulnerable. Judging by the whisper of light slipping through the blinds, it’s barely morning, though the jolt of adrenaline sizzling in my veins has me wide awake.

I yank back the covers and slip out of bed, swipe my underwear off the floor and nearly fall over yanking them up, struggling to get them over my thighs, but wrenching them in place anyway. I’m not confronting an intruder with my dick out.

The bedroom door creaks open.

“Mina?”

It’s a soft voice. Not the roughened rasp of a burglar, but the gentle probe of a friend.

“Meens?”

A woman steps through the door. Judging by her silhouette, she’s small. And judging by her use of Mina’s name, she’s been here before.

She flips on the light, sees me crouching in my underwear and unleashes a scream of pure terror.

“Oh my fucking God and everything holy!” shrieks the intruder. “What the fuckity fuck is happening right now?”

Mina bolts upright and looses a scream of her own, hands up and shaking with the force of it leaving her body. There’s a moment of silence as everyone processes. Then relief on Mina’s face followed by, “Jesus! Fallon! What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”

I’m sorry…Fallon?

Did she say Fallon?

As in Fallon fucking Mae?

That’s not possible. This has to be a different Fallon.

But it’s an unusual name. How many of them can there be?

“You wouldn’t answer my calls or texts,” the intruder says with a glance my way, “so I used the key you gave me for emergencies. I thought I’d catch you before you left for work?—”

“Just hold on one fucking second.” I hold up both hands and pray to God that Mina has an explanation other than the most obvious one. “Fallon?”

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