Page 88 of Fake Out Hearts

“There we go. That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my face with the back of one hand. His thumb traces my lower lip, then he presses it inside. I whimper, wrapping my lips around his thumb as my clit throbs.

His hips draw back and punch forward again. A keening moan escapes me, and even though my arms suspended above my head are burning and my back is aching from the stairs digging into it, I don’t care.

I don’t need to be comfortable. I just needhim. With my arms restrained, I have no choice but to give in and let go, so that’s exactly what I do.

Theo continues his rhythmic stroking, steadily picking up steam with every thrust. His blazing eyes never leave mine, so I hold his gaze. It’s hard to put words to what I see there, but whatever it is, it makes my heart thud harder.

“Want to feel you come again on my cock,” Theo breathes. “Can you come for me again?”

I nod, because I can never deny him anything either. And with the way my legs are shaking, I know I couldn’t stop myself from coming if I tried.

Theo’s hand snakes down between us to find my clit, and he drags his fingers across it. The callouses on his skin feel electric against me, and my back arches sharply. When he takes his next stroke into me, he gets even deeper at this new angle, and I can’t fight the moan or the shudder that courses through me.

He grips my hips to steady me as he drives in hard, making me cry out as pleasure shoots through me.

“Say my name,” he orders, but I’m so overwhelmed that I can barely think straight. “Say it. Say. Who’s. Fucking. You,” he demands, each word punctuated by a staccato thrust that sends me into the stratosphere.

“Theo,” I mumble almost incoherently, my head tossing.

“Louder.”

“Theo!”

“And who am I?”

“My husband.”

A savage grin splits his face. “That’s right. Your husband.Yours. And don’t you ever forget it, princess.”

My body thrums. As if I could forget it. As if I’d ever want to. He might not know it, but he’s changed my life in more ways than I could ever hope to articulate.

But words fall away entirely as we lose ourselves to each other. Theo scoops me up by the back of my neck with both hands, cradling my head while he thrusts in an almost animalistic frenzy. The burning in my arms and wrists gradually fades away as I drift into a blissful pre-orgasmic haze until his thumb finds my clit again, shocking me back into my body and shoving me toward my climax.

“That’s it, let go for me. Fall apart,” Theo whispers. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here with you.”

A ragged moan pours out of me as I do exactly as I’m told. I come hard, and he follows right after me, his hips bucking irregularly and forcefully as he fills me up with his release.

His forehead rests against mine, his eyes boring into me as he sucks in desperate breaths.

We stay that way for what feels like an hour as we slowly start to come down from it all, until Theo finally laughs and kisses me. Without saying anything, he gently pulls out and reaches up to untie my wrists. My arms burn with a sweet, pulsing ache, just like the rest of my body.

But it’s the best feeling in the world.

I don’t know how he has the energy for it after what we just shared, but Theo lifts me off the stairs into his arms and carries me to his bedroom. He peels back the covers and lowers me into his bed before climbing in beside me with one arm wrapped around my waist and his face nestled in the space between my neck and shoulder. He’s still breathing heavily, but I can’t tell if it’s from the sex, from carrying me, or both.

I’m sated and spent, so I should just drift right off to sleep. But something is bothering me. I try to brush it off, but every time I close my eyes, I see the moment between Theo and Shawn, just before Theo tore off Shawn’s helmet and started throwing punches.

Shawn said something that started the fight, I’m sure of it. And I shouldn’t give a shit about a single thing my asshole ex has to say, but I want to know.

The blowjob and the sex gave me something to distract myself from wondering immediately after the game and in the car on the way home.

But now that it’s quiet, my mind won’t stop racing—because I have a sinking feeling that whatever Shawn said was something about me. What else would cause Theo to lose it and end up in the penalty box?

“Hey. Where did you go?” Theo whispers in my ear as he gently drags a fingertip across my shoulder. I let out a little laugh, still shocked I’m so easy for him to read.

“Nowhere. I’m just drifting in the afterglow.”

“You’re thinking about something. I know you are. What is it?”

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