Page 66 of The Purest Fake

“Maybe we can do this again this weekend?” she suggests.

“I’d love to, but I have an away game.”

“Oh. Where are you going?”

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I rise to stand in front of her. “Pennsylvania.”

“When do you leave?”

“Early Saturday afternoon. And we should be back Sunday night sometime.”

She pats my chest. “Well, good luck. I hope you have a fantastic game.”

“Thanks.” I loop my arms around her waist. “Are you gonna watch?”

She rests her hands on my chest and shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“It depends on what I have to do.”

“But I like knowing you’re watching.”

“Then I guess I’d better,” she says. “I can’t very well be responsible for you not playing your best. Now that we got that settled, I’m going to hit the road.” She steps from my hold to slip on her sneakers.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“You don’t need to do that. I’m a big girl.” She grabs her keys and phone from the nightstand.

“I didn’t say you weren’t but it’s the least I can do. Especially after that orgasm you gave me.”

She can’t hold back her laugh. “It was pretty epic, wasn’t it?”

“It’s the best I ever had.”

“Wait. Now I’m curious. We talked about what you’ve done in your past with girls, but we didn’t talk about what the girls did to you. Has anyone else made you come?”

“Just me, myself, and I.”

She looks oddly pleased. “I don’t know why I like that so much but I do.” Her confession surprises me.

“I’m glad it happened with you,” I say. We stand there, smiling at one another for a beat too long.

“I’m leaving now, I swear,” she says, laughing.

“Yeah, get the hell out of here,” I tease.

She walks from my room and I follow. “Oh, sure. Now that you had your happy ending you can’t get rid of me fast enough.”

I take a couple of steps, coming right up behind her, and snatch her off her feet. Spinning her around, I throw her over my shoulder and place one hand on the back of her legs and the other on her ass. Scarlett squeals as I run down the stairs andthen all the way to the front door. I don’t set her down until we reach her car.

Her hands clutch my arms as she steadies herself. “I hope you have a great trip.” She rises on her toes, pressing a brief kiss on my lips. “Safe travels.”

“Thanks.”

She slips behind the wheel and I close her inside. She starts the car and I take a couple of steps backward. I motion for her to roll down her window.

“What’s up?” she asks.

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