Page 74 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

I look around. “Is Taylor a guy too? I need to prepare myself.”

I see Val and CJ’s faces scrunch up. I guess they don’t like Taylor.

Val answers, “No, she’s a snobby girl, and her friends are even snobbier.”

Gemma slaps his hand. “Stop it. Taylor is sweet. But, yeah,her friends suck. I hate going out with them. They’re manhunters.”

Cheetah shrugs. “Are they hot?”

CJ nods. “Yes, it’s their only redeeming quality.”

Everyone at the table happily chats for a while until Gemma whispers in my ear, “Let’s dance. I want to see your moves again.”

That’s not a bad idea. I joke, “Is this just an excuse to touch me?”

Her eyes light up. “Maybe.”

We get up to go to the dance floor when Val pulls me aside and quietly says, “I watered down her vodka. I always do. She didn’t drink that much. She’s just nervous about the two of you. She’s into you.Reallyinto you, and it’s scaring her.”

I slap his back. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

He grabs my arm a little harder and gives me a look of warning. “Take care of our girl. She’s a diamond.”

I’m realizing how much these guys care about her. They look out for her. I think I like that.

I nod my head once. “Always.”

We make our way to the crowded dance floor. We’re out there having the time of our lives. We laugh and kiss, dance and touch, smile and fall more in love. She doesn’t drink anymore. She’s simply high on life and us.

At some point, the rest of the gang joins us, but Gemma and I are in our bubble. I barely register meeting Taylor and the two girls whose names I never caught. Layton and Cheetah end up dirty dancing with them.

Midnight rolls around, and I hold my girl tight in my arms as the clock ticks down to midnight. We stare into each other’s eyes, and I know without any doubt that I will be looking into these same green eyes every New Year’s Eve for the rest of my life. The look she’s giving me suggests she feels the same.

Val and CJ eventually leave with two women they met. They first make sure that I’m taking care of Gemma.

It’s nearly three in the morning when we crash through Gemma’s front door kissing. She kicks off her shoes and throws her purse. She then whispers into my mouth, “Oh god, Trey, I want you so bad.”

While still kissing her, I remove my blazer and toss it to the side somewhere. I mumble into her, “Longest five days of my life. This fucking dress gave me a perma-boner all night. I need to sink myself inside you. Stat.”

She giggles. “Perma-boner. I like that expression. I’m using it in a book.”

I break our kiss enough to lift her dress over her head. My eyes move up and down her body. She’s in a red lace thong and matching strapless bra. I look at her in awe. She’s so fucking hot. I have to grab my dick before he explodes.

She notices and licks her lips. “I need to suck your big dick. Pull it out. Right here.”

“Let’s go to your bedroom.”

“No, right now. I need it. I want to choke on you.”

At a speed I didn’t know I was capable of, I unbutton and unzip my pants, freeing my straining cock.

As it springs free, she stares at it and declares, “You have the best dick,” before dropping to her knees in front of me. She grabs the base while sucking my balls into her hot little mouth.

I hiss in pleasure.

After lavishing attention over every inch of my balls, she licks her way up and circles my piercing, flicking her tongue over it several times. This piercing may be the second-best decision I’ve ever made in my life. The first is applying to Book Boyfriend Builders.

I unbutton my shirt while she continues to pay glorious attention to my piercing. My dick is impossibly hard right now.

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