Page 69 of Once Upon a Fake Date

Audrey’s head fell back, and she let out a low moan as she came. I wasn’t far behind, unable to hold back as I felt the telltale signs of my own orgasm ripping through me.

“Fuck,” I muttered, looking down at my lap.

“Did you just—” Audrey giggled.

“Dammit, Rosie,” I groaned.

Yeah, I’d just come in my jeans like a teenager who’d never touched a girl before. In some ways, I was. My cheeks felt warm, embarrassment dotting them. I wasn’t ashamed of what we’d done, but all of this was new to me.

Audrey nuzzled her face against the crook of my neck, one of her hands resting over my heart, my chest still bare. “That was… amazing. That’s never happened to me before.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“Mhm. Orgasming just from rubbing against each other is basically unheard of in my world. Normally I had to, um…” Audrey blushed, her cheeks growing pinker by the moment. Like she’d only just realized what we were talking about. “I had to get myself off,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes.

“For the record, that’s never happened to me before either,” I joked, needing to see her smile again. “I don’t normally make it a habit of coming in my pants.”

She giggled, and I grinned at her, feeling relieved. This hadn’t changed everything between us. We were stillus.Best friends who could laugh about the absurdity of the situation.

And that was good. Better than I could have asked for, really.

Because it meant I still had a chance. I hadn’t fucked this up completely.

CHAPTER 21

Audrey

Parker went and cleaned himself up, changing into a pair of pajama bottoms. I stayed perched on his bed, my body practically floating on air after that orgasm. Dry humping each other felt more incredible than I could have ever imagined, and after feeling his impressive erection through his pants, I was sure sex with him would be even better. Incredible.

God, I shouldn’t be thinking like this.

But it was mutual—and we’d agreed it didn’t mean anything. That it didn’t change our agreement.

We were still fake dating, best friends who also now helped get each other off. That was fine, right?

I bit my lip as he settled back onto the bed, sitting next to me and bumping my hip.

“I should go,” I whispered, feeling suddenly self conscious.

He reached out and grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers together. “Stay.” His eyes were pleading. “Please?”

“Okay,” I agreed, letting my head rest on his shoulder.

He said nothing, and we just relaxed in the silence, Parker wrapping an arm around me and playing with my hair as I leaned on him.

I needed this. Neededhimright now. “He’s not going to stop, is he?” I finally whispered, speaking the words I hadn’t dared utter ever since we started this.

Parker let out a sigh, leaning his head against mine. “I don’t think so, sunshine.”

My eyes filled with tears. “It’s not fair, Parker. All I want is to live my life. But he’s everywhere.” A sob escaped from me, and I hated it. Hated being this vulnerable andexposed, like my entire heart was out for the world to see.

Except, it wasn’t. It was just Parker. Parker, who was rubbing soothing circles on my back. Parker, who knew the exact words to say, whispering in my ear that it was okay. That he was by my side. That I didn’t do anything to cause this.

I ran my fingers over my cheek. “I still can’t believe that he hit me.” The words were a whispered admission. Some part of me, however small—the part that stayed with him for so long—never expected him to lay a hand on me. “I mean, I know I bit him first, but still.”

Parker burst out laughing. “You didwhat?”

“He had his hand over my mouth and wouldn’t let me go. I would have screamed, but?—”

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