Page 59 of False Play
I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned my hands and stomach then hopped into the shower. The hot water running down mysore and tired muscles made me groan, and I rested my forehead against the cold tiles of the shower.
I’m never doing that again, I told myself in a weak attempt to convince myself it was a one-time moment of weakness.
But when I closed my eyes and remembered the way she moaned my name, I found myself wrapping my hand around my cock once again and stroking myself to more images of all the filthy and delicious things I wanted to do to my fake girlfriend.
FOURTEEN
KENNEDY
LIAR, LIAR. PANTS ON FIRE.
“Kennedy, where can we set up?”one of the photographers who was going to be taking pictures of the learn-how-to-skate lesson asked.
“One of the equipment managers will be rolling a carpet on the ice soon. You can set up then,” I said without casting him a glance as I kept staring at my phone for what felt like the longest time in pure confusion and disbelief.
Evelyn
Hey, K! I haven’t heard much from you. How’ve you been? The girls and I miss you so much. We’re going to meet for lunch this upcoming Sunday at 1:00 PM at Lorenzo’s and then go dress shopping for the anniversary party. I know this is last minute, but hopefully, you can still make it! We would love to see you. :)
I hadn’t heard from her in so long, I honestly thought she didn’t want me to go to her party anymore because of the breakup. Yes, we were mutual friends, but since I walked away from Joe, I hadn’t heard anything from them.
The doubts started to creep in. I didn’t think attending was the best idea.
But another part of me, a much more insecure, pathetic part, the one who craved company and friends, came out in full swing. Because, pity invite or not, I missed her. I missed them all. Even when I tried to pretend my life was normal and I was okay with how lonely I’d been feeling…I knew better. The knowledge lodged in my chest, poking me with its sharp edges like a jagged piece of a broken glass, pressing with every gulp of air I took.
Before I let my nerves get the best of me, I typed a quick text.
Me
Hey, Evelyn. I’m good. I miss you girls, too. And I’ll be there. Can’t wait!
There. It was too late to back out. Here was to hoping I wasn’t going to regret it.
“Hey,” a gravelly voice rasped, making me jerk and snap my head up.
In all his six-foot-seven glory, Henry stood in front of me, wearing a pair of black joggers and a black Strikers hoodie emblazoned with his player number. He had a backward hat on, and his skates were tied together by their laces and dangled over one of his muscled shoulders. And, of course, the stupid lopsided grin he always flashed when he was around me was firmly in place as his eyes raked over me slowly.
He looked annoyingly good.
My cheeks instantly heated as I remembered what I had done the previous night. I had been trying to sleep for hours, but the ache between my legs was making it impossible. So, because really, how much worse could my life get? I decided to use one of my favorite toys and touch myself to the thought ofmy fake boyfriend. And,oh boy, was it good. I wondered if he was as good as he was in my imagination.
“You’re late,” I shot back as I pushed the thoughts of the previous night into a mental box labeledDON’T EVER DO IT AGAIN, IDIOT.
He flicked his wrist to check his watch. “I’m fifteen minutes early.”
I stuck out my hip, resting a fist against it. “And I told you to be here thirty minutes early. We were supposed to talk before the photographers got here.”
He waved his hand in dismissal. “I’ll teach the kids how to skate, and they’ll take pictures. I think I have it under control.”
I raised an eyebrow as a grin spread across my lips. “Interesting. I didn’t even know the wordcontrolwas in your vocabulary.”
Henry shifted closer to me, and his delicious bergamot scent assaulted my nostrils. I couldn’t seem to escape it. Even when I was at his apartment, every corner smelled like him. Like life wanted to give me a constant hefty reminder of the sexy giant I had for a roommate.
“Was that a joke I just heard, baby?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.
“I’m simply stating facts,” I retorted dryly. “And for the love of God, don’t call me that.”
He rolled his lips, scrubbing his face. “Mmm, I could stop, but we both know you don’t want me to.”
