Page 65 of Faking Summer
“Don’t stop yet,” she breathed, holding on tight.
She rode me harder, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my balls tightening with each movement. But I didn't want to come yet—I needed to make this last. I thought about baseball, anything to distract myself from the overwhelming pleasure. Parker’s fucking glove. Coach Levy’s suicide drills. Boston’s terrible swing.
"Come again for me," I demanded, because I was about to break. "And scream my name when you do it." And with her last movements, she did as she was told.
"Reese, right there… I-I'm coming."
She yelled my name as her orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping for breath and limp in my arms. I followed shortly after, letting go as I held her. I rolled us to the side, and we lay there, panting and spent, our bodies glistening with sweat.
"Holy fuck," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
“My thoughts exactly,” I said, running my fingers through my hair.
"Why couldn't that have been horrible?" she said, her breath still shaky. "Or better yet, why couldn't you have a micro-penis?"
“How could I ruin you for anyone else if I had a micro-penis? I have that reputation to uphold, remember?” I said, grabbing her and pulling her into me.
“There’s that ego of yours I know and love.” She laughed, then. It was the most beautiful fucking sound.
twenty-seven
Caroline
"I can't believe Wells did that last night," Sam said, her eyes wide as she scanned the room, taking in the handmade bridal signs. The plates were covered with cursive written notes.
"I know," I whispered back. "I've never seen someone's eyes look like that, like there was nothing behind them."
Around us, Charlotte’s bridal shower buzzed with excitement, and the champagne flutes were being poured. Everything was how I’d imagined it’d be.
"And then you left with Reese," she said, giving me a teasing smile.
"I know," I sighed, tilting my head. "And I am so stupid because...ithappened."
I had no regrets about what happened. In fact, it was so hot that I had found myself on several occasions biting my lip just at the thought of it. But I was fully aware that I couldn't allow myself to get too attached to him. I was aware of the damage he could do.
"It happened?" she questioned, searching my face.
"Yes," I admitted, forcing out the words. “And it was so bad.”
"It was bad?" she whispered, taking a step back.
"No.. I mean he was amazing," I paused, the memory taking me back. "I almost had a mini orgasm just looking at his body." My eyes drifted closed for a moment, thinking about how annoyingly delicious he is, and how I could almost still smell his cologne.
I looked up to find her biting her nails in anticipation. "Tell me more."
"I know what you want to know," I said quietly enough so no one else could hear. "And it happened twice... I had two of them."
She threw her hands up in the air, a dramatic gesture that made a nearby cluster of women glance over before quickly returning to their own conversation. "You had two of them?" she asked, clearly in shock. "Oh, you're fucked."
I pulled back a chair and took a seat at one of the back tables. "Yep. It’s official. I’m next in line. I have a first-class seat to be 'Reese'd and released.’” The worst part was that I had no one to blame for this but me. "I knowingly allowed it to happen."
"Hey," she said, softly. "It's not the end of the world." She reached for my wrist. "There's a high chance that might happen, yes, but Care," her grip tightened, "the way he was looking at you, it was like he was ready to burn down the whole damn bar. And I've never seen him look at anyone like that."
The possibility that someone like Reese could see something in me that was worth burning down the bar sent a rush through my body, igniting a small, barely there-flicker of hope. Was he really looking at me like that? Was it even possible for someone like him to actually have feelings for someone like me? Or, was last night more about Wells than anything else?
"Be cautious, because you know you’ve already been burned by him," she continued, "but I think... I think you need to see where it goes."The clinking of silverware and the rustle of tissue paper filled the air as the room began to settle, each guest finding their way to tables adorned with white linens and delicate floral centerpieces.
"He’s going to be my date to the wedding," I said quietly, reaching for my glass of water, "but after that, he's leaving this townand everything in it behind." The draft wasn’t far off, and everyone knew he’d be chosen early. He was literally out of here. I was admitting as much as I could without revealing the whole truth—that Reese and I were nothing more than a beautifully crafted lie.
