Page 64 of The Fake Play

But there’s something else there. Love? No. Love isn’t real.

Is it?

I shudder in his arms as he pulls out, flipping me over onto my side. He spoons me then slides in from behind, an arm around my waist to keep me close. Luke murmurs my name in my ear as he lazily thrusts in and out. His hand traces over my hip and down until he finds my clit.

I’m still lit up from before and I whimper, “Too much?”

“That sounds more like a question than a statement,” he whispers as he keeps at it.

My pussy aches, a delicious throbbing, and I’m not sure I want him to stop. Ever.

He goes deep, and I shake in his arms. “That’s it, baby. Just let it go. I’ve got you.”

Blissful, pulsing heat takes over as I come again, my sense of self evaporating. My worries seem to disappear along with the rest of the world. Nothing else matters right now except for us.

Luke warns, “I’m going to come soon.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Come for me.”

“Fuck,” he grunts as he spills inside me, his body trembling as he empties himself. He pulls out and rolls me onto my back, kissing me over and over, until he hardens up again.

“This is just the beginning,” he whispers as he thrusts deep.

I lose myself in the comfort of Luke, unsure if I ever want to return.

Chapter 27

Luke

Come morning, I’m on top of the world, practically euphoric. Funny how a night of earth-shattering sex can be enough to fix everything. At least, it fixed me.

After last night’s revelation and those bouts with Keke—the way we had connected was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life—now, nothing could stand in my way. She had opened up to me, and we found solace in one another. The memory makes my heart swell, and I feel ready to embrace whatever comes next.

I turn over in bed, propping myself up on one elbow to admire her as she lays there, her hair a tangled mess of red across the pillow. I hope our kid gets her tiny button nose. I’ve broken mine twice, and now it’s a tad crooked. Not that I mind. An agent once told me it gave my face character, but if I wanted to book acting gigs, he knew a plastic surgeon.

Hollywood.

I chuckle at the memory and go back to studying Keke’s pretty face. Her skin is silken and smooth, her lips slightly parted, still swollen and pink from last night. A faint smile lingers there, almost like she has a secret. I notice a tiny scar onher chin. I wonder what that’s from and plan to ask her one day. I want to know everything about her.

“Hey,” I whisper, leaning in close.

She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open. “Hmm?”

“I love you,” I say, the words coming out with all the sincerity I have.

“You’re high on pregnancy hormones,” she teases.

That’s not what I’d hoped to hear back, but I laugh it off, trying to shake the disappointment settling in my chest.

Her gaze shifts away from me, the weight of unspoken words lingering between us. Why won’t she say it back?

I have to remember who I’m dealing with. This is Keke. She plans out every detail of her life. I can’t just spring something this big on her and expect her to jump in with both feet. We have our differences, and that’s a big one.

I brush it aside for the moment, focusing on the easygoing morning instead. I caress the side of her cheek as I gaze into her eyes. “We’ll figure this out, right?”

“Of course,” she says softly, but I can hear the underlying uncertainty in her voice. Just then, her smile lights up the room. “Come here.” She opens her arms for me, and I scoot over to take her into mine.

Even if she doesn’t say it, she shows me how she feels about me with everything she does. When I kiss her deeply, she groans against my lips. That sound, God I could listen to it for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. The way she touches me, soft but firm, it intoxicates me. When she wraps her legs around me, that’s it. I have to have her.

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