Page 13 of Fake Dating My Valentine

Me: Am I gonna see you during this visit? Dinner? Lunch? Coffee?

With that done, I stripped out of my sweats and took another shower, and soon enough thoughts of Torey took over, forcing me to rub one out as I thought about her on her knees, those blue eyes smiling up at me while she took my cock between her lush lips. I came hard and fast before I soaped up, rinsed off, and stepped from the shower.

I had no plans for the day and no clue what Torey’s schedule was like. We had two days until the week of Valentine’s Day activities officially began, and already I was out of things to do. I thought about calling Torey, but the temptation she presented was too strong. I wanted her more than I expected—hell, more than I’d ever wanted any woman.

And that was problematic.

After a quick thigh massage, I stepped into a pair of jeans just as a loud, frantic knock sounded downstairs. I groaned and snatched my t-shirt off the bed before I—slowly—made my way down the steps and to the front door. Because it was Holiday Grove, I answered the door without looking and found Torey staring up at me with an unreadable expression on her face. “Torey.”

“Ryan.” My name left her lips on a heavy sigh as she stepped inside the house before I even invited her. “We should talk.”

“Now isn’t a good time.” My emotions were raw as they tended to be after physical therapy and thinking about my brothers out there, down a man or worse, trusting a man they didn’t know. Those thoughts combined with the issue of Torey had me feeling on edge.

“It’s never going to be a good time with you, I’m sure.” There was attitude in her tone, and I wondered what had prompted it. “Look, let’s just clear the air and then we never have to talk about this. Ever again.” She turned with her hands on her hips and studied me.

“Later,” I growled.

She huffed impatiently. “I’m not here to beg you to kiss me or be with me, Ryan. It’s clear that there’s an attraction here,” she motioned between us. “You don’t want it and that’s fine so we should clear the air and move on so we can get through this week without a lot of drama.”

“Torey! Now isn’t a good time.”

She pulled those plump pink lips into her mouth, and her nostrils flared as her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. The hurt transformed into anger before my eyes, and she nodded. “Yeah. Okay, fine.” She shook her head. “I thought we could be adults about this, but clearly, I was wrong. Screw you, Ryan Murphy.” She shoulder-checked me as she walked past, and that was it.

My temper exploded. Instinctively, my hand reached out and gripped her wrist. “Torey.”

She gasped and looked over her shoulder at me. “Get your hands off me.” Her blue gaze darkened to midnight, but she made no move to free herself from my grasp. “Ryan.”

“Torey,” I growled and pulled her flush against mine as I stared at her pretty face. She was gorgeous with flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and with her lips parted slightly. One hand slid up her neck until I cupped her face, and the other tangled in her black waves. I shouldn’t kiss her. This couldn’t go anywhere. But the desire in her eyes and the flush on her skin was too tempting to ignore. “Fuck!” The word left my mouth a heartbeat before my mouth crashed down on hers.

She moaned and slipped her tongue past my lips, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she pushed her body closer to mine.

Desire coursed through me at her response, at how much this gorgeous woman wanted me. My cock hardened and pressed impatiently against my zipper. The need for her was too strong to ignore. One of my hands left her hair and slid down her back to cup her beautiful ass. I squeezed one cheek and then the other, groaning at how soft and feminine she felt.

Torey moaned again and unwrapped her arms from around me, sliding them both down my chest to my abs and then back up over my pecs. She took her time and explored every inch of my torso, releasing moan after moan, which I swallowedhappily. Then she hooked her fingertips inside the waistband of my jeans, sliding them side to side as if she just needed to feel my skin.

“Torey,” I moaned into her mouth when she grabbed my cock through my jeans.

“You’re hard,” she whispered and stroked me again and again. “And big.” She licked her lips as her hands made quick work of my button and zipper before she reached inside my boxers to fist my cock. “So big.”

The last shreds of my control snapped, and I kissed down her throat and across her chest, up to her earlobe. She let out a shaky breath right beside my ear, the sound full of want and need. I pulled back and removed her jacket, her pink sweater, and her pale pink lacy bra. “Fuck, you are stunning.” Her tits were big and perky, her nipples pink and hard. My mouth watered, and I didn’t deny myself any longer.

“God, yes!” Torey’s fingers tangled in my hair and held me right there, crying out her pleasure as I sucked and licked and teased her nipples, kneaded the flesh of her breasts. “Ryan!” Her hips bucked against mine when I sank my teeth into the hard nub.

Her moans drove me crazy, and I needed more, so I took more, sliding my hands into the waistband of her black leggings until I found the hot, wet core of her. She was drenched and swollen. “You’re so wet for me, Tor.”

“You’re a good kisser,” she replied breathlessly. “And you’re good with your, oh, hands!” She bit down on her bottom lip when one finger slid deep. “Yes!”

She was so fucking hot. So responsive, I felt my cock weeping against my belly. Torey’s blue eyes were fixed on mine, but when she grabbed her tits in her hands, nipples hard and calling out to me, I tore my gaze away and feasted on her soft skin while one finger slid in long, fast strokes. She got wetter as she pulsedaround my fingers, her orgasm rose closer and closer to the surface.

“Ryan,” she said in warning.

“I got you, Torey. Let go.” I added a second finger and sucked her nipple harder until her body exploded around my fingers. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I looked up because I had to watch her come apart.

Her eyes widened in shock as her body twitched and convulsed, a look of absolute wonder on her face. Her mouth spread into a satisfied smile. “Damn!” Her gaze flicked to mine, playful and teasing. “Now I’m really curious to see what else you can do.”

I growled like the beast that I was when this woman was around and spun her around before I bent her over the arm of the closet sofa. “God, this ass is a work of art,” I told her and gave one cheek a loud smack.

The low hum of arousal that left her mouth made it impossible to slow down as I gripped my cock in one hand and tested her honeyed center with the other.

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