Page 80 of The Fake Play

“Keke,” I murmur, reaching for her, wanting to pull her closer, to feel her heat against me.

She kisses another bruise, her lips trailing over my collarbone and down to my chest, each touch sending a rush of fire through me that has nothing to do with the hot water. She looks up at me, her eyes dark and full of want that makes my heart race.

But as much as I want her, as much as I crave her, I know my body isn’t up for anything beyond standing upright at the moment, and for that matter, I can barely do that. I reach for her hand, squeezing it gently, a weak smile on my lips.

“As much as I’d love to…” my voice low, rough, “I’m way too tired to keep up with you tonight.”

She gives me a melancholy smile, her fingers trailing over my bruised shoulder. “Then let me help you.”

Before I can say anything, she reaches for the soap, her hands moving with a slow, careful rhythm as she begins to massage my shoulders, her fingers working into the knots of tension that had settled there. Her touch is soothing to the jagged edges in my body, and my mind.

We stay like that for what feels like hours, her hands moving over my shoulders, down my back, tracing the lines of tension and fatigue with a tenderness that leaves me breathless. Her presence is like nothing I’d ever felt before. It’s supremely intimate, and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe thiscan be enough. That when it comes to Keke, I’ll take whatever she can give me.

Just then, she pulls back, her hands slipping from my shoulders as she looks up at me, her face shadowed with something I can’t quite read. “There are other ways I can help you feel better.”

Keke drops to her knees in front of me, her mouth on me in seconds. She licks up and down my shaft, trying to wake the beast. If anything will do it, it’s that, but I have nothing in the tank, no wind in my sails, a dead audience in the mezzanine.

“It’s not personal,” I try to explain. “I’m just utterly and completely exhausted.”

She smirks up at me, making my breath catch in my throat. She cups my sac and massages me there. Then, she takes me into her mouth again, fully swallowing me as she gazes up through her long lashes to watch me.

Seeing her like that is enough to rally my soldier.

“Mmm, fuck,” I growl low in my throat. The dull throb that had set up shop in the rest of my body culminates into something else, sending pulses outward from my abdomen. She’s magical, or at least, her mouth is.

She takes my hand and guides it to the back of her head, not breaking her pace at any point as she slides up and down my cock.

I gulp, not wanting to misread the gesture. “You want me to take the lead?”

“If you’re up to it,” she mumbles against me before going back at it.

This woman will be the death of me, and I’ll gladly accept that fate. Slowly, carefully, I move in her mouth. I can’t thrust too deep—that will only wreak more havoc on my body. But feeling her lips wrapped around me is more than enough. My cock maps out the roof of her mouth, her tongue, the back of herthroat… seeing her pink lips wrapped around my shaft sends me to the edge, and I find myself close to ecstasy.

My balls lift and tighten as she plays with them, and I’m blissed out of my mind. I grunt, “Fuck, I love you.”

She keeps at it, sucking, gliding, squeezing, taking everything I can give her.

I warn her, “Soon.”

She hums, “Mm-hm,” and keeps going.

That sends me over the edge, and I lose control as she swallows every drop. My knees buckle, and I slap the wet tile for balance. I don’t fall, but I come close.

As I stand there, panting and utterly wrecked, I think of what I want to do to her, for her. How I can make her feel this fucking good. I didn’t have it in me, but I could use one of her toys. Anything to see her come again and again until she’s as limp as she just made me.

Keke stands and gently kisses my lips before turning and exiting the shower. As beautiful as the last several moments were, I understand she still needs time, and I will give it to her. Even if that means waiting forever to hear how she feels about me. She already shows me with her actions, her body, the way she cares for me. I can handle not hearing those three little words.

What concerns me most is knowing that someone, somewhere, hurt my girl bad enough for her to lose faith in romance and love. I feel a sense of anger at that. Not at Keke but at whomever has caused this fear and hesitation that I’m faced with now.

I stand there, my mind racing, my heart aching as I watch her go, feeling the weight of her pain settle over me. I want to chase after her, to make her feel my love, but I know it’s not that simple.

Keke has walls, walls she’d built long before I ever entered her life, and breaking through them will take time and a willingness to fight for the impossible.

I will not give up on her. Not now. Not ever.

Chapter 34

Keke

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