Page 58 of Making It While Faking It
I wait for his response. It’s still silent, so I open my eyes to see Achilles grimace in that thoughtful way of his.
“I’ve tried, but no, I can’t resist you,” he finally says.
I love his honesty. That’s why I follow suit and admit, “Same with me. I’ve tried but can’t.”
We stare at each other, and I don’t know… it's different this time. It’s like we’ve broken through a gigantic iceberg to become even closer than sex brought us. Then, Achilles guides me against him, and I turn so that my backside is flush against his front yet again.
And as we breathe, we get closer and closer. I bet we would make love again if the Titanic wasn’t out of fuel. I have drained it dry.
“By the way, you’re good in bed, Mr. Lord,” I say.
The breath from his chuckle stimulates the hot spot on my back, and I shiver against him when he says, “So are you.”
“Yeah, but you’re better. Not all men can make lady parts do what you made mine do. Do you read books or something? You certainly didn’t learn those skills by watching porn where every orgasm is a fake orgasm.”
The vibration of his laugh against my skin sends more tickling sensations through me.
Achilles kisses my shoulder. “Yes, I was with Herc and Paisley all weekend. My brother’s constantly saying PG this or PG that—yeah.” He laughs. “It got annoying as hell.”
I chuckle. “Those two are quite a pair, aren’t they?”
“Indeed.”
“Hercules was always the one guy she could never get out of her system. With her it was always, ‘But he’s not like Hercules Lord,’ or ‘I wonder if Hercules Lord would do this or that.’ And I’d say, ‘But Pais, you haven’t seen Hercules since high school’ or ‘since you gave him your virginity in college.’”
“What?” Achilles blurts.
Now I flip over to face him. We smile at each other as our eyes meet.Do not fall in love, Treasure.
“Yes, one night of pure serendipity, they ended up at the same party, went back to his place, and Paisley let him have it.” I end with a smile because I think it’s quite a telling tale, but Achilles appears disturbed by what I said.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says. “I didn’t know that Paisley gave him something pretty precious without believing she’d be able to be with him.”
Oh my God—don’t, fall, in love.
I tenderly slide my finger across his ruffled eyebrow. “Don’t cry for her, Mr. Lord. I lost my virginity the cliche way, in the back seat of my boyfriend’s Maserati. Cry for me,” I say with a laugh.
Ah, nice… he chuckles. I love it when he chuckles. I kiss his lips, and he kisses me back.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers, eyes still closed, lips still close to mine after seemingly regrettably ending our kiss.
I narrow an eye. “Sure,” I say pensively.
“You’ve known Orion for many years.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say, my tone encouraging him to tread lightly.
“Why were you insistent about not doing this with him? And I’m not complaining.” The corners of his mouth lift into a sexy smile as his hand glides across the round of my hip to squeeze my ass. And then he says, “Umm,” a sound that resonates deep down in his throat. “But,” he starts again, “what happened at my grandfather’s estate can’t be the reason why you were so adamant about keeping your distance from him, is it?”
Without thinking about it, I fall onto my back and cover my eyes with my forearm. My brain forces me back to a memory, an awful feeling of heart break, which is probably the reason why I felt so numb when I caught Simon and Cherry together.
“You don’t have to share if…”
“No. I’ll share,” I say.
Surprisingly, Achilles sinks my right breast into his moist mouth. His tongue races around my nipple, and I say, “Mmm.”
“Sorry, babe, I’ve been trying to resist doing that.” He sighs. “Now, what did my bonehead brother do to you?”
