Page 36 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

My fingers now slip inside myself. They’re too soft. Too small. What if they were more like his fingers? God, I want to know what that feels like. I’m aching for it.

Better yet, what if his cock was inside me? There’s no way a man his size isn’t well-hung. He must be at least six feet, three inches, and every single part of him is thick. I can’t help but imagine his girthy cock sliding in and out of me.

I think of his blue eyes and the intensity with which they stared at me all day. He made me feel like the most cherished person in the world.

And his body. I bite my lip hard. His body is a dream. I want to run my fingers over that V. I want to trace the hair from his belly button that disappeared into his bathing suit.

I slide my now vibrating toy inside me while my fingers travel to my clit. It’s swollen, as it has been most of the day. I move the toy in and out with one hand while the other rubs until I feel the orgasm building.

Squeezing my eyes shut, Trey’s face is on my mind when I fall over the edge. It goes on and on, seemingly unending. I haven’t had this powerful of an orgasm in a long time.

Shit. I need to stay away from him. It’s Thanksgiving next week. He’ll be easy to avoid. After that, I’m going to tell him that he doesn’t need my services. It’s for the best.

Chapter

Seven

TREY

Gemma has mostly ignoredme for over two weeks. I thought the first week was because of Thanksgiving, but it’s been more than a week since that, and aside from a few short telephone conversations and texts, she’s barely communicated with me. She’s definitely pushing me away.

Maybe I came on too strong at the pool party. Or worse, maybe she’s met someone else.

After a good amount of nudging, she agreed to meet me for a drink after work today. I’m getting dressed when Layton knocks at my door. I shout, “Come in.”

“Hey, man. Cheetah and I are heading to Club Liberty tonight. We’re trying to talk Tanner into coming. He’s been wallowing in misery at his new house. Want to come?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I have a date with Gemma.”

“A date?”

I scrunch my nose. “A meeting. If, by chance, it ends early, I’ll text you and come by.”

Henods. “How’s it going with her?”

I sigh. “I thought it was going well, but she’s practically ghosted me for two weeks.”

He shrugs. “It’s the holiday season. Everyone has shit going on. For what it’s worth, I think it’s cool that you’re so into her and you’re doing something about it.”

“You do? You guys are always busting my balls about it.”

“Nah. We’re just jealous that you found a good one. It’s not easy. I hope it works out.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “How’s your dick?”

“Finally all healed. I’ve tested the pipes a few times. He’s ready for duty when called upon.”

He chuckles. “I hope you get to take it out for a real test run soon.”

I let out a laugh. “Me too.”

When I arriveat the bar, I see her in a circular booth with her vodka martini and a beer that I hope is for me. Some guy is standing at the table talking to her. Stay cool, Trey. Don’t bash his face in.

As I get closer, I can hear her trying to blow him off. She’s not into him.

She notices me and gives me a huge smile. That’s a good sign. But then she says, “There’s my boyfriend. I told you he was coming. It was nice to meet you. Have a good night.” She looks at me. “Hi, honey.” She holds up the beer. “I ordered you your favorite beer.”

I happily play my part. “Hey, baby.” I lean over and softly kiss her cheek. “I missed you today.”

Why does she always smell so good?

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