Page 16 of The C*ck Down the Block

Was he going to...?

But then he simply ruffled my hair, that cheeky grin returning to his face. “Well, Beatrix, if you ever want some Kingman in you, you know where to find me.”

A FAKE FAVOR

CHRIS

Trixie looked at me like I was on crack.

I’d been a half second away from kissing her. But Everett’s advice not to move too fast, to let her see my love and downright need for her right alongside the fun we had, made me do a fool thing like ruffle her hair.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so bad I could practically already taste her lips.

That big soft mouth would be delicious. Her lips would feel so good against mine. Even better wrapped around my dick. There was no putting a little bit of Kingman in her. I had a lot of Kingman below the belt to fill her with. God, I was being such a dick.

And once again, I was lucky it was dark out and she wasn’t looking at my lap, because that big bit of Kingman I wanted to put in her was getting bigger by the moment.

She was quiet for a minute, and it couldn’t possibly be because she was nervous. Not my Trixie. But she cleared her throat, and her first word came out a little squeaky. “I... need a favor. It’s kind of a big one too.”

Uh-oh, this sounded serious and not the time for flirting. Shit. “Ask away. I’m here for whatever you need. You know that.”

She nodded but also swallowed slowly. She was really nervous, and I didn’t like it one bit. “I do know, and I still feel weird asking, but here goes anyway. But we’ve been friends a long time, and, umm, so I think I can ask you this. Umm, I need a date.”

Why were my palms suddenly so sweaty? Be cool, Kingman. Be. Cool. I was a bona fide ring-wearing champion and not even a fourth and ten with three seconds left on the clock at the twenty-yard line, trailing by five made me nervous. Beatrix Moore asking me out on a date was no big deal.

Except it was. She was my girl and had been since we were ten and she yelled at me for calling a football a pigskin because pigs were people too. This was it. I could throw all of Everett’s relationship coaching out the window because she had feelings for me too and we were finally going to—

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend at my high school reunion. I know, I know, it’s cringe-worthy, but I have to go because I’m on the committee, of course I am, and I can’t face Rachel, Amanda, and Lacey thinking I’m some lonely cat lady just like they said I would be. Or, uh, in my case, chicken lady. And maybe I accidentally told them you were my boyfriend, because they saw the picture of us in the paper and, you don’t mind pretending for a couple of teeny tiny events at my high school, do you?”

Pretend.

The sweat on my hands dried the fuck up, as did the moisture in my mouth, and the blood that had been pumping from my brain to my cock.

Trixie wanted me to pretend to be her boyfriend.

What the shit?

“It’s weird, I know. You don’t have to answer right now, just think about it. Okay? You’ve got a couple of weeks before the reunion, so... yeah, let me know what you decide.” She patted my leg, stood up, and walked toward the gate between my dad’s house and hers. I just sat there like a second place trophy.

I hadn’t even answered her. I let her walk away feeling awkward. Way to go, dumbass.

I almost blurted out that I’d do it. If I pretended to be her boyfriend, even for one night at some stupid all-girls Catholic school reunion, that would be one step closer to getting her to see how good we could be if we were more than friends. This fit perfectly into Everett’s plan for me to spend time with her and show her how good we could be together, getting her to fall in love with me too.

Play it cool, asshole.

I needed a long run and then twelve cold showers. What I was getting was probably more family game night, while I tortured myself wondering what the hell just happened. Everett was going to have a field day with this shit, and I had to make sure I did everything I could to make sure Declan never heard hide nor hair of it or I’d never—

“Did Trixie Moore just ask you to be her fake date to the prom?” Declan leaned against the open French doors, arms crossed and a shit-eating grin on his face.

Fucking eavesdropping little brothers.

“No.” I put my elbows on my knees and sank my head down into my hands. “It’s her high school reunion.”

Deck sat down next to me and the weight of two professional football players was almost too much for the bench. It squeaked, and still my giant of a little brother scooted his ass every which way trying to get comfortable.

He was probably just taking his time to come up with a hundred and one ways to fuck with me over this. That’s what brothers were for.

“Dude. You have to do it. This is your fucking chance to show her how you feel about her, man.”

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