Page 38 of The Fake Play

I whimper and nod but he slows down, and so does my pleasure. “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

“I want you to make me come!” I beg.

He grins as he pulls out flips me onto my stomach. He yanks my hips back so my ass is up in the air, and spreads me wideopen. I expected his cock, not his tongue, but Luke tongue-fucks me until I squirm. It feels amazing, but it’s not enough to make me come again.

He bites my ass and pulls me back to him as he kneels behind me, thrusting in with no buildup to it. I cry out in delight as he pounds me from behind. His length digs against my G-spot with every thrust, building it up again until I’m quivering. Our bodies slap together so fast it sounds like clapping.

Just as I near the edge of my next climax, I hear a familiar sound.

My vibrator finds its way back to my clit thanks to Luke. He presses it there as he fucks me, and between the toy and his cock, I erupt in a feral scream. He grunts. “That’s a good girl, fuck yes, Keke. I can feel the vibrations, too, and your pussy and little toy are gonna make me come.”

I gasp. “Do it.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Do you want to swallow me? Want me to coat your back? Do you?—”

“Come inside me,” I beg. “I want to feel it.”

He growls, “Fuck yes.” He presses the toy harder as he hammers into me, deeper and deeper. It’s almost too much, and I scream again as another climax tears through me. His sounds turn animalistic, and I feel him swell, the sensation stealing my breath.

“Gonna… fill you up…”

“Yes!”

He unleashes, pounding me so hard that we collapse against the bed as we come together. The vibrator is pinned against my clit beneath the weight of our bodies, and the feeling is overwhelming. Luke slams deep as he snarls against the back of my neck and comes hot inside of me. My body writhes beneath him as waves of pleasure course through me.

He bites my shoulder then turns it into a kiss. “Still?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He pulls out and rolls me onto my back, where I finally get a reprieve from the vibrator. His smile is almost wicked, full of nefarious intent as he says, “I’m not done with you.”

Chapter 15

Luke

Ifeel like a desert. Too many drinks, too much sex, not enough hydration. But waking up next to Keke’s ass curved against me, I don't give a shit.

It feels like I crossed a line that I've been toeing for way too long. I'm not hungover and my head is clearer than it has been in a while, but I feel a bit unsettled. Keke came in like a bull in a China shop, knocking down walls I didn't even know I had built. She's not just another girl I’d forget in a month.

She’s something I’m not sure I’m ready to face yet.

I stretch, reaching my arms back until my spine cracks then glance around the room. A guy should make the girl breakfast after a hook up, right? It's not my usual move, but Keke isn't my usual girl, and definitely not just a hook up.

I grin as I think about her no-nonsense attitude and her ability to look right through my usual bullshit. She didn’t fall for any of it and for some twisted reason that makes me like her even more. I want to impress her.

How long has it been since I gave a shit about what someone thought of me?

She's giving me a shot to prove myself and I don’t want to blow it. She’s definitely guarded, as if she’s always expecting theworst. I want to be the guy who helps her drop that armor but I need to be smart about it. Patient. Keke isn’t someone you just storm into a romance with. She’s the type of woman you win over slowly and steadily.

Okay, so maybe last night wasn’t slow or steady. But last night wasn’t romance, either. I know she won’t go for the traditional stuff after she balked at the idea of me getting her flowers, so I have a feeling she prefers practical gifts over the typical girly shit.

I grab my gear and toss it into the back of my car, deciding to stick to the plan. No more screw ups. I'll keep my head down, stay professional, and make damn sure she sees me as the guy who can be trusted, not the hot head who can’t keep his name out of the press.

Stepping into the rink feels like sinking back into a lap of comfort. The chilly air, the sound of sticks clattering, pucks hitting against the boards. As much as I have been distracted by Keke, the rink always has a way of grounding me, pulling me back to what matters.

Lucas is going through drills on the ice. He may be fast and accurate but his movements are sharp, almost aggressive. He’s not here just for practice, he’s here to prove a point.

Now seems as good a time as any to try Keke's theory of making an enemy into a friend. I skate out onto the ice, watching him for a minute before calling out, “Nice shot kid, but if you lean into it a bit more, you might get a tighter angle. Something they can’t block.”

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