Page 8 of Fake Out Hearts

He pulls me to my feet and cradles my head in his hands to kiss me deeper. I have to stand on my tiptoes to reach his mouth, so I jump into his arms and he catches me, his powerful arms holding me in place by the underside of my thighs like I’m as light as air. His hands wind up my back, plunging under the Prowlers jersey dangling off me, and his fingertips dig into the skin beneath.

“Come back to my hotel with me,” he mutters when we finally break.

“Okay,” I answer immediately, and he sets me back down on my feet.

We hurry out of the water, hand-in-hand, and rush to get our shoes back on. I’m definitely feeling the whiskey now, which makes standing on one foot at a time difficult. We both almost fall over more than once and can’t stop laughing at each other.The sand sticks between my toes, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind. All I can think about is what this dark-haired, tanned mountain of a man is going to look like without his clothes on.

Theo already has his phone out by the time we get back to the road. “I just ordered an Uber. Should be here any second. Gotta love LA.”

“Wait, where’s the whiskey?”

Theo shrugs. “No clue. Dropped it on the beach or in the water, I guess. But I don’t think we’re going to be needing it the rest of the night,” he says with a laugh and flashes me that devilish grin of his again. He trails a fingertip down my arm, and goosebumps echo after it, warming my core and wetting my panties.

Part of me can’t believe I’m doing this, but I don’t have the time to second guess it because a black sedan that can only be our ride is rolling to a stop at the curb in front of us. Theo hurries over and opens the door for me.

“After you, princess,” he says, holding a hand out to help me into the car, which is probably a good thing because between the whiskey and my attraction to him, I’m feeling a little unsteady but not at all unsure.

I climb into the back seat, and he slides in next to me but not without hitting his head on the door. My snort turns into giggles when he shoots me a look, but he can’t keep his laughter in either, especially when the driver, a thin guy not much older than us, glares at us in the rearview. He has to know we’ve been drinking, but what does he expect? It’s the night of a Prowlers’ game in LA.

When we’re both seated and belted in, the driver taps a few times on his phone to get the directions to Theo’s hotel up and running, then hits play on some generic house music. Traffic isn’t as bad as it normally is after a game, but it’s still denseenough that he has to bob and weave between lanes and other cars.

Theo can’t keep his hands off me. One finds its way to my thigh, making me jump, but he doesn’t stop. He wedges it between my knees and pushes my legs apart to snake his fingers farther up toward the leg of my shorts. They slip under the hem easily, and when his fingertips brush against the edge of my panties, my breath catches in my throat.

This isn’t like me at all, but then again, maybe it is. I’ve been trapped in Shawn’s reality TV nightmare for so long that I’m not really sure what’s true about me and what isn’t anymore. Over the years, I twisted myself in knots to make him happy until I was unrecognizable. But the hungry look Theo shoots me as he toys with the band of my panties thaws a part of me that was so deeply frozen I’d forgotten it existed until now.

So much for being bland, huh?

“Can you be quiet?” Theo whispers in my ear, the heady, sexy scent of whiskey on his breath filling my nose. I nod through a fresh round of goosebumps, so he pushes his hand past the band of my panties. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head hard, and I see him grinning in the reflection of the rearview. Light from the streetlamps plays across his face in flashes as we weave in and out of traffic, and I breathe in sharply to keep from gasping when he presses a fingertip inside me. He pulls out just as unexpectedly and wiggles up to my clit, teasing it with soft, gentle flicks against the calloused pad of his fingertip. It takes everything I have to hold in the moan building in my stomach. Not to grind against his hand and get myself off faster.

His finger traces agonizing circles against my clit, and my hands grip the seat cushion to keep myself from screaming when he suddenly changes direction. The sensation is too much, and I can feel an orgasm already welling up inside me. No one hasever gotten me off like this. Maybe it’s the thrill of getting caught combined with the person I’m doing it with, but I’m not going to be able to hold it back much longer.

I melt into the seat and the car around me falls away while I lose myself to the incredible pleasure Theo’s giving me. I feel adrift in a sea of sensation that’s both too much and not enough at the same time. My body rocks in rhythm to Theo’s soft strokes against my clit, and I have to grit my teeth to fight the tingling that’s quickly becoming a burning in my core.

Just as my eyes flutter shut and my breathing stops, the car jerks to a halt. If I wasn’t so dazed, I’d be annoyed that it stopped just as I was about to crash over the finish line. Theo yanks his hand from my shorts, smirks, and licks his fingers, sending heat racing through me. The boldness of it startles and arouses me, but I’m so breathless I can’t form the words to comment on it.

“We’re here,” the driver snaps as Theo throws the door open and the cabin lights flare. He’s glaring at us in the rearview again. He’s not stupid, he must know we’re up to something, but Theo ignores him and hurries out of the car.

He offers me a hand up again, which is good because my legs are wobbling and every nerve is still on fire. He kicks the door closed, and the driver peels off as I stand on the curb with the world spinning around me.

Theo’s hand squeezes mine, grounding me somewhat, before he leads me toward the hotel’s entrance. I’m still so close to coming that with every jelly-legged step I take toward the lobby, I feel the subtle friction of my panties against my clit make little shockwaves that edge me closer and closer.

Theo stops outside the elevator and presses his lips against my ear. “Don’t come yet. Not like this. I want my face buried between your legs when you do,” he says, and it’s a good thing he’s still holding my hand because his words make my vision swim.

“Okay,” I whimper back. It’s the best I can do. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s screaming, and it’s so loud in my head that I can barely think straight. He could tell me to strip down and lie on one of the sofas here in the lobby, and I wouldn’t have the resolve to fight him.

Theo repeatedly smashes the button to call for the lift, but someone must have just gotten out because it dings and the door swishes open almost immediately. He pulls me inside by the hand and hammers the button to close the door before anyone can join us.

Clearly, he wants me all to himself for this ride, and my heart races at the thought of what he’s going to do as soon as the doors close.

They seal shut, and Theo uses his body weight to push and press me against the cold metal of the wall. Goosebumps ripple up my back, and Theo hoists me up to crash his lips into mine.

He’s grinding against me, pushing the rock-hard bulge of his cock into the crotch of my shorts and giving my clit a new shock of pleasure with each thrust. Heat courses through my body like I jumped into a steaming bath and I’m so turned on I can barely breathe, much less think.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess,” Theo groans when he pulls away. He rests his forehead against mine while he catches his breath, and all I can do is cling to his shoulders helplessly. “I bet you taste twice as good as you look. I can’t wait to find out.”

“Mmm,” I whimper, unable to form coherent words, but it doesn’t matter because his lips are on mine again. He forces them apart with his tongue and swipes it over mine, and the raw passion in the way he does it melts me. He’s not asking for permission. He’s taking what he wants. And I’m so fucking wet that I wouldn’t dream of stopping him.

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