Page 95 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

It feels too good, his fingers working my G-spot from the inside while his cock rubs me in rough circles. I’m starting to come apart at the seams, and all I can think about is how amazing it’ll be once I reach the pinnacle.

God, I forgot how good sex could feel.

“I can’t wait until I get to feel every inch of you, Lace. Fuck, I could just…” He stops moving for a second. “All this rubbing is making me want to blow all over your pussy.”

Lace.

That’s the first time he’s called me that. And boy does it make my heart flutter in my chest.

Hearing him say how good it feels kicks my hormones into high drive, and euphoria shoots through my entire body. I moan a little too loud, immediately reminded of where we are, but it doesn’t halt the rising pressure in my stomach.

“Shit, shit, I’m?—”

That seems to send him over the edge because he starts to spasm as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“Fuck, Mattson, I’m going to come, too.”

His carnal groan sets off my undoing, and the ache between my legs explodes out of control. My eyes roll back at the same time TJ makes the hottest noise I’ve ever heard and spills all over my clit.

I’ve had some good orgasms with guys before, but with TJ? Let’s just say I’m a writhing mess by the time we collapse back down to Earth.

I’m chasing my breath, my sanity, and most of my senses when he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and circles my throat roughly. His mouth descends on mine so fast I don’t have a chance to tell him how hard he just rocked my world before our tongues are tangling together.

It’s in that moment… as I think back to the way TJ threw himself at two men to save my sister and then gave me the biggest orgasm of my entire life, that I realize I was wrong.

I thought I was standing on the ledge, seconds away from falling for the guy who doesn’t do serious relationships, when really, I was already plummeting to the ground with no hope of breaking my fall.

I’ve caught feelings.

A lot of them.

And this relationship might be fake…

…but my feelings for Mathias Jacobs are as real as they get.

Lacey

“Lacey, I still can’t find Dad’s— What thefuck?” My brother’s voice startles me awake.

I need a moment to regain control of my senses, blinking until I’m able to make out Oliver’s silhouette in the doorway of my bedroom. I can’t make sense of the shocked expression on his face.

That’s when I feel a hard, warm chest pressing against my back, and I look down to see TJ’s arm draped over my stomach.

Oh.That’swhy.

TJ and I are spooning in my bed. And we’re lying on top of the covers. Oh, and TJ’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweats. We were so exhausted last night we passed out as soon as our heads hit the pillow.

I chuckle nervously. “Oli? W-What are you doing here?”

My brother raises an eyebrow at my question. “Pretty sure I live here. And I told you Malcom’s mom was dropping me off in the morning.”

He did tell me that. Right before he got out of the car when I gave him a ride to Malcom’s. I can’t believe I forgot.

To be fair, after everything that’s happened, it seems like a lifetime ago.

“That’s right, you did. I’m sorry, I completely spaced.”

He doesn’t say anything, watching me struggle to get out of TJ’s embrace. He’s holding me so tight he doesn’t even budge when I wiggle in his arms.

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