Page 6 of Pretend I'm Yours
My cock swells. Arjun isn’t here, and no one saw her show up at my apartment with hardly a stitch of clothing on at ten atnight.Oh, the things I could do to her without anyone finding out. I turn my back on her quickly, clenching my jaw while I take my time cutting a third slice.Down, boy, down.
She nudges me aside with her shoulder and holds her plate up for a second helping. “Come on,” she says, taking me by the hand, dragging me down onto the couch. Setting her cake aside, she pulls off her boots, revealing adorable pink socks patterned with kittens. She swivels sideways, facing me with one foot tucked under her butt.
Man, I wish I were that foot. Or more specifically, my face. My nose. My mouth.My tongue.
I have to set my plate on my lap, my pajama pants too thin to conceal my erect cock.
“So, what’s new other than the sunburn and bigger muscles?” She squeezes my bicep.
I crack a grin and flex my arms and pecs. “You noticed, huh?” Just as I’d hoped.
Her eyes go wide and round. “No. I mean, yes. I mean…anyone totally would,” she says, flustered.
Sure, maybe they would, like she says, but I’m glad it’s her who has.
Corinne’s voice pitches higher when she twirls the end of a lock of her hair and asks me, “So, anyone new in your life?”
“Well, there’s Dan the Man. Barely twenty-five years old, and he’s got three youngins at home to feed, plus another on the way. Then there’s Avery—”
“Avery?” Her mouth twitches.
“Mmhmm,” I say around a bite of cake. “He’s—”
“He?” Her shoulders relax. “He’s a he.” Is it my imagination, or is she pleased to find out Avery isn’t a woman?
“He sure is. He has Dan beaten by two kids. Can’t stay off his wife long enough to find another hobby, so he says.” Much as it would be for me if Corinne were my wife.
“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” Corinne leans forward to poke my stomach, perhaps lower than she intended. If it weren’t for my cake plate, her fingers would have brushed my dick.Dang plate.
“That I am,” I say seriously, finishing my cake, already hankering for a fourth helping.
“Oh?” Corinne’s brows lift.
“‘Course, I am.”
She curls her index finger, her long nails painted hot pink, and she ducks her head close to mine. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”
My breath stalls.Is she about to tell me she’s secretly in love with me and wants to have six of my babies?
“You have to hang out with people other than me and Uncle Declan if you actually want to find someone to have kids,” she says with a little pout.
“No, thanks,” I say glumly, surely doing a terrible job of hiding my eternal disappointment. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend time with than the two of you.”
“Then how do you plan on having kids?”
I shrug and try on a lighthearted smile. “Guess kids aren’t in the cards for me.”
Corinne’s eyes twinkle. “Well…maybe I can help with that.”
“How?”
Corinne licks her bottom lip and is about to respond when her phone rings with a video call.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.I know who that must be. Karma, come to bite me in the ass. But, you know what? I’m going to use it to my advantage.
When Corinne taps to answer the call, Declan’s face fills the screen. His light brows are pinched in the middle, and he’s surly when he asks before she can sayhello, “You’re at Kason’s?” Ah,he must be tracking her location. Smart. “I thought we were going to see him together tomorrow.”
I set my plate aside, hook my arm around Corinne’s waist, and drag her onto my lap so we’re both in frame. “Yes, siree. Our girl snuck out to see me all on her lonesome. She just couldn’t wait to see me, ain’t that right, hon?” I prop my chin on her shoulder, which shakes when she laughs as I tickle her waist.
