Page 78 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

I have to remain still as I take in the scene before me. I’m buried to the hilt in the ass of the sexiest woman alive. I’m officially the luckiest man in the world.

I reach around and find her clit. She wasn’t wrong. It’s completely swollen and throbbing. I can practically feel her pulse in it.

Rubbing it with my fingers, I begin my slow, deep thrusts in and out of her. She reaches back and claws at me until we establish a rhythm, climbing the ascent together.

She wasn’t kidding, she likes it deep in her ass. It doesn’t take long for us both to explode in ecstasy.

When it’s over, we collapse in a breathless heap of sweat, oil, and fluids. Once our breathing evens out, we decide to take a quick shower to rinse off.

Afterward, we lay in bed, sated, and I hold her in my arms. “That was incredible.”

She sleepily answers, “Umm hmm.”

“Before you fall asleep, can you tell me where we are?”

She closes her eyes and smiles. “We’re at my house. In my bed.”

I tickle her side, and she giggles.

“You know what I mean, wise ass. You and me. Where do we stand?”

She blows out a long breath as her head rests comfortably on my chest. “We’ve got about seven weeks until you have to leave for spring training. And then the madness of your season begins. I just want to enjoy these seven weeks with you without drama and pressure. We’re new, Trey. We’re still getting to know each other. I’m not making a life decision right now. My life is in Philly. I’m not one of those women who abandon who they are for a man. If I moved right now, I’d be jobless and friendless, and you’d be gone most of the time. I’dend up resenting you. Let’s see where the next seven weeks take us. We’re in no rush to make permanent decisions about the future.”

I can’t deny that I’m disappointed, but also can’t deny the logic in what she’s saying.

“I understand.”

She lifts her head as her eyes meet mine. “You’re upset.”

“What do you want me to say? I’m in love with you. I want forever with you, but I’ll always want you to be happy. I guess we’ll see how it plays out.”

She cups my cheek. “I’m falling in love with you. That’s what I wanted to tell you earlier tonight. But I won’t lose myself in us. It’s not who I am. I’ve worked too hard to fall into that cliché.”

I nod and kiss her head. “I understand. I really do.”

After a few minutes, her breathing evens out and she’s fast asleep on my chest. I have trouble falling asleep though. For the first time since I laid eyes on her in that video, I’m not sure if we are going to end up together.

I wakein the morning to a noise in the kitchen. Gemma is still fast asleep on my chest. Who’s here?

I look around and realize I left all my clothes on the floor of her foyer. Gently slipping out of bed, I find a towel and wrap it around my waist.

I walk into the kitchen and see Val cutting up fruit. He turns and smiles when he sees me. “Good morning. Happy New Year.”

“Umm, same to you. What are you doing here?”

“Unless Gemma stays in Florida, we always do brunch and watch football on New Year’s Day. Since we were little kids. I brought all the bagels and stuff. CJ will be here shortly with the ingredients for mimosas. Gemma insists onthat instead of beer on this one day each year, and we indulge her.”

“You guys have a…unique relationship.”

He shrugs. “I suppose. It’s all we’ve ever known.”

“And it’s never been—”

“Never. Not once.” He stops cutting the fruit and turns to look me in the eyes. “Look man, I’m not blind. I know Gemma is drop-dead gorgeous, but that’s just not how it is between all of us. It’s so fucking annoying how much society over-sexualizes men’s and women’s friendships. Do gay men not have male friends? Do gay women not have female friends? Gemma is no different than a sister. None of us would ever do anything to jeopardize the bond. She’s had boyfriends in the past who got jealous, and she immediately cut them loose. Man to man, I’m telling you that we are the best of friends. We willalwaysbe in each other’s lives. If you’re too fucking insecure to manage it, then walk away. If you love her the way I think you do, then you might want to become friends with us too. We’re pretty fucking awesome, and we would both happily take a bullet for her. You should be happy she has friends who love her the way we do.”

I’m processing what he said when Gemma walks out in nothing but one of my T-shirts that I must have left here. Her nipples are practically poking through, and her long legs are on display.

She smiles when she sees me, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls my head down for a kiss. “Hmm. Morning, sexy. Every hole in my body is sore.”

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