Page 72 of Play With Me
“What you saw online—I can explain.”
His lips hit my ear, almost like confessing a secret. “Kiera is my best friend andsofucking gay. We’ve been keeping up this ruse of us being together for years because of her family. That kiss meant nothing. But she needed it to happen because her parents are getting suspicious.”
Part of me is skeptical, but the other part wants to believe him. I barely know the guy, and yet I want to. I want so badly for him to be telling me the truth.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I can prove it. I swear.” He leans back and fumbles with the phone in his pocket. He pulls it out and quickly taps on the screen, the video call ringing before it’s suddenly answered.
It’s the girl from the video. Kiera.
“You make it safely?” she asks and then gasps when Colton angles the phone so I’m in the frame. “Oh my god! Youdidgo to him. Babe, he’s even hotter than that picture.”
“I know,” Colton says, his cheeks flaming. “But Kiera, love, I need you to tell him it meant nothing. The—you know…”
She glances around and then lowers her voice. “Yeah, Myles, babe, totally meant nothing. Just a little fake romance for my parents. They’re the biggest homophobes.” She moves into acloset, shutting the door and then whispers, “I have someone, actually. Just like Colton has you. A secret.”
Relief floods me, and I manage a small nod. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I want to be his, secret or not. And hearing that I am makes my heart flutter. Seems the longer I’m with him, the clearer this all is becoming.
Maybe it’s not complicated after all.
“All right.”
“Fuck. I can’t wait to meet you,” she says, and her eyes soften. “Colton told me so much about you. You’d think he’s more than obsessed?—”
“I hope one day we can meet.”
That makes Colton’s hand tremble, and he presses his face into my neck once more. I hold him tightly, and the call ends with quick goodbyes.
“You mean it?” he asks, his voice wavering.
“Yeah. I’d like to meet her.”
His lips brush up my neck, and I feel his touch all the way through my body.
“Will you hold me all night?” he asks, sounding shy, embarrassed, almost. His vulnerability makes me melt slightly. I know I tend to take it from him, the greedy little bottom, but I like being the one he needs at this moment. I like taking care of him.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
We fall sideways on the mattress, his legs curled around mine, his arms cradling me. His forehead is pressed against mine, and his lips are an inch away.
“I missed you. Fuck,” he whispers. “I felt like I was falling apart the farther I got from you.”
“Yeah. It’s why I’m here. Paulie thought it would help distract me.”
“He’s a good friend.”
“He is.”
We stare into each other’s eyes for a second, and then he leans forward and lets his lips brush mine. It’s not really a kiss, but more of a promise.
“I hated my lips on someone else. I hated it. Even if it was my best friend,” he admits as his fingers curl against my back. “I had to get drunk to do it. I just wanted you.”
That makes something possessive well up inside of me.
“Yeah, I didn’t like seeing it. It felt awful, wrong.”
He nods, and my lips move onto his, kissing him softly at first because his lip is split, but he tells me he wants it to hurt, to remind him that this is real. So, like it always does with us, it intensifies. Tongues thrust, soft moans slipping from us, our hips rocking, cocks seeking friction.
It doesn’t take long for him to come, his cock exploding into the sweatpants I lent him. The scent of him, knowing he’s still trembling from his orgasm, has me falling over the edge as well.
