Page 12 of Fake Hearts and Kisses

BLAKE

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We make it throughdinner, then move to the large lounge for a round of drinks before Heather gives an exaggerated yawn, announcing that it’s time for her and George to go to bed. The conversation has been light and comfortable, and no one is asking me any more questions. It seems they are all here to relax and just enjoy each other’s company rather than engage in any competitive games. Daisy explained on the drive up that her father and brother are fiercely competitive,and things can get heated, so I’m glad no one is suggesting any tonight.

Maybe it is because Valentine’s Day is tomorrow that everyone is in a more relaxed mood. My head is a little fuzzy from the couple of drinks I’ve had, making me feel loose and relaxed. Daisy hiccups next to me. She’s on her third glass of wine, and I’m getting worried she’s going to end up plastered. Her eyes are a little glassy, a lopsided, relaxed smile playing on her lips.

I wrap my arm around her shoulder, scooting her closer. She stiffens but lets me press my lips to her ear. “If you drink too much, I can’t devour your pussy when we get back to the cabin.”

She hiccups and then looks up at me with soft eyes. She is so fucking sweet. Leaning down, I press my lip to hers, feeling her release a small sigh.

“We can’t,” she says against my mouth. “It’s not a good idea.”

I glance up as Lily and Kane leave the room. Forest rises from his seat and pulls Amber up. She giggles and looks over at us.

“We’re going to go to the cabin.” Amber raises her brows at Daisy. “To sleep.”

Forest rolls his eyes, tugging her along. “Hurry. I have a feeling I’ll need my earplugs again.”

Daisy lets out a little gasp next to me. The second the room is empty, she scoots away and turns to face me. The fireplace blazes behind her, giving her soft hair a slight red glow. I want to run my fingers through it, but her expression makes me think twice.

“We can’t do this, Blake.” her words spill out with a slight slur. “You don’t want a relationship and neither do I.”

“I’m not trying to move in with you,” I say with a light laugh.What the fuck is wrong with me?It’s like my words and my mind can’t get aligned. Everything I say sounds like I’m an asshole looking for an easy fuck. That I came on this trip so I could have sex, then leave her. I’m acting as if I don’t want her so badly it physically hurts.

“I’m not a one-night stand person.” She downs the rest of her glass with one gulp. “I’ve never even had one.”

“Technically, it would be two nights.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh that’s mixed with a bit of a frustrated chuckle and stands up. Her movements are a little sloppy, so now I know she is drunk but not hammered. Thank goodness. Normally, women loosen up after a few drinks and can hardly wait to take my pants off. Not Daisy. A few glasses ofwine and she’s trying to be practical. Like she’s trying to make up for being tipsy by being a responsible adult. Which fucking sucks.

She slumps down next to me, limbs going loose. “I’m so tired of living in after-Jim.”

“After-gym?” I ask.What is an after-gym?Does she mean post-gym? She used to work out, now she doesn’t?

Note to self: Find out what an after-gym is.

She waves my question away. “This is all pretend, Blake. I can’t afford you catching feelings and falling in love with me after this weekend.”

“You’re right.” I match her slightly playful tone. “You are very enticing, so I’d probably become obsessed.”

She has no idea. I barely have even touched her and I’m a mess. I’ve been craving her, wanting more and more of her since I saw her.

“See?” She slaps at my arm. “I don’t want to feel guilty for handing you over this sweet pussy and then taking it back.”

She just went from adorable to utterly tantalizing.

A yawn escapes, and she covers her mouth. “I’m tired.”

Rising from the sofa, I help her into her coat, then usher her to the door. Outside, the night air is frigid, scented with fresh earth and pine. We walk slowly along the path and I offermy arm, which she takes, leaning into me. She looks up at the clear sky as we walk, bumping into me with each step. She’s drunker than I thought, which douses the fire that has been smoldering in me all night. Every bite, every sip of wine as we ate dinner was distracting. All I could think about was her mouth on my cock. How it would feel to slip my fingers inside her. I had been cursing her damn sister for the interruption even though I knew I wouldn’t have been able to take her there; I wanted a taste. Even if it was just hearing her moan quietly as I worked my fingers deep into her, feeling her heat and wetness all over my hand.

Stop Blake. You’re acting like a horny teenager. I adjust my dick, straining at just the thought of her. I distract myself by looking up at the stars with her. It looks like someone tossed a handful of glitter into the night sky.

“I always forget how bright the stars are,” Daisy says, clutching my arm. She’s shivering, so I move my arm, forcing her to let go, and wrap it around her shoulders. We’re close to the cabin, so she will be warm soon.

“You don’t leave the city much?” I ask, looking over at her in the dark. The pathway is lit with tiny little bulbs strung between the few trees, washing her delicate features in golden light. I want to stop her right now, wrap her in my arms. Kissher full lips until she’s whimpering and begging me to take her. But she’s made it clear that isn’t what she wants. I never should have said I don’t want a relationship. Even though I know it’s a terrible idea and that I’m bad for her, I didn’t spend two months drinking coffee and waiting for her to appear three times a week because I simply wanted to fuck her.

Note to self: Be more honest when you talk to Daisy. She isn’t into games. If I’m honest about my intentions, maybe she will see that…

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