Page 14 of Fake Dating My Valentine

“Ryan, please.” She arched her back, and that was all the invitation I needed.

“What do you need,” I growled as I lined up the blunt head of my cock with her dripping core and pushed inside one slow inch at a time. “Fuck,” I bit out because she felt so fucking good. Hot and wet and tight.

“That’s a good start,” she gritted out and arched her back to take more of my cock. “So good.”

I pushed and pushed until I was balls deep.

“More,” she demanded.

I smiled and slowly reversed path before I slammed in again and again, harder with every stroke until she scratched at the fabric of the sofa and pushed back. I smacked her cheek again,and her body responded instantly, pulsing and wetter. She was going to be my undoing, I just knew it.

There were no more words after that, just grunts and moans and the sound of damp flesh as it smacked together in a frantic symphony of need. My skin was soaked with sweat, and my focus was on the sight of my cock as it disappeared into the depths of her, her plump ass, and the way I was shiny with her juices when I pulled back.

“Torey,” I groaned and gave her ass another smack.

“Yes, oh fuck! Yes!” She liked it when I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, and before either of us were prepared for it, she came again, squeezing my cock in a vice grip until she triggered my own orgasm.

“Fuck!” I roared my pleasure, but my hips didn’t stop moving, my cock was still too hungry, too needy to leave her body. I pumped until I felt my hard-on fade and her walls stopped pulsing around me before I finally—and reluctantly—left her body.

“Wow,” she panted and smiled at me over her shoulder. “Just fucking wow.”

A smile touched my lips at her effusive praise at what had just happened between us. I couldn’t deny the truth in her smile. That was a good fuck, but it was more than that. I couldn’t say why exactly, only that I felt the difference. It wasn’t just fucking for the sake of getting off—though that was amazing, it was something else. Something more.

Something deeper.

My smile faded, and I took a step back. My legs were shaky, and my heart pounded so loud that my words sounded muffled as they left my lips. “This was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.”

Her smile disappeared immediately, and she pushed off the arm of the sofa, standing straight with a glare fixed on me.“Right. A mistake.” She frowned, tugging her leggings back into place, hiding all her sweet parts from view. “Asshole.” Venom laced her words, but her blue eyes were watery with unshed tears, her bottom lip quivering. Without another word, she slipped on her sweater, shoved the bra into her pocket, snatched her coat off the floor, and stormed out of the farmhouse.

She was right; I was an asshole, but I was something else too. Something worse than a callous bastard who would say that to the most beautiful, most responsive, most incredible woman I’d ever been inside.

I was a fucking coward.

Chapter 9

Torey

“Hey, where’s your other half?” Jane Moon stood in front of me, her smile bright but her eyes gleaming with barely concealed hunger for gossip.

“On his way,” I lied smoothly. “He had a few errands to run before the first event.” I wasn’t sure if that was true or not. I wasn’t even sure Ryan would show up for the First Annual Holiday Grove Couples’ Trivia Challenge, as the mayor had started calling it. I hadn’t spoken to him since I fled the farmhouse, the memory of what we’d done still clinging to me like a second skin.

A mistake. The regret hit me before the afterglow had even faded, leaving me feeling used—like nothing more than a convenient outlet for his desire. No man had ever made me feel so good—not ever—and then so worthless in the span of a heartbeat. It was a skill, that much was certain.

“Just know that if he doesn’t show up, I have just the replacement partner for you.”

My smile was polite, though Jane’s blatant but well-meaning disrespect grated. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” The trivia started in fifteen minutes, and I hadn’t called to remind Ryan,hadn’t checked to make sure we knew enough about each other to pull it off. I couldn’t.

Stupid.

Rejected.

The words looped in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last.

So I stood beside the chairs set up on a small stage in the park, pretending nothing was wrong. The single-digit temperatures bit at my cheeks, but I didn’t flinch. Nothing is wrong, I told myself. Ryan was right—it was a mistake. But not for the reasons he thought.

I liked him. Damn it, I liked him. And he was leaving. This was exactly why I avoided relationships. Too much uncertainty. Too much drama.

Too much pain.

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