Page 210 of The Fake Date Agreement

When my eyes flutter open, I’m lying on my front, Caleb tucked behind me with the sheets pulled up to our hips. And then I realize I didn’t wake on my own. Something woke me.

Hot, strong fingers stroke the curve of my hip, and a hard cock brushes my ass.

I wiggle against him.

His hand tightens, stilling me. “I’m barely holding it together, Myers. Stop that.”

I peer over my shoulder at him. “Why?”

His eyes are hungry. “What I want to do, we can’t.”

“Because?”

“I don’t have condoms here.”

“We probably shouldn’t do this, should we?”

We stare at each other, neither of us moving.

I feel him hardening against my ass.

“I haven’t been with anyone for a while,” he says, breathing harder. “Just you, since hockey took over my life. And the last time, I got myself checked out after.”

“I used a condom most of the time with my ex, and I got myself checked out, too,” I say, my breath tripping faster. “But there was that time with Javier.”

“What time with Javier?” he breathes.

“We, uh…” I look away, blushing. “We didn’t have a condom, and we… we did something we shouldn’t have,” I say in a rush.

His cock twitches. “Are you telling me that Jay came inside you?”

“Uh…”

He drags me into his arms, holding me tight. He’s breathing hard, and his cock is twitching against my lower belly. “Shit.”

I recall what he said before in the locker room. “Is that your kink?”

His laugh is rough and a little unsteady. “Not that, Tobie. I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about coming inside you more times than I should.”

I ask myself where we’re going with this conversation, but I think I know.

So does Caleb because he’s drawing me closer, hand stroking over my hip as he slides his cock between my thighs.

I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Caleb.”

“I don’t think I can stop.” He groans against my neck. “So maybe…”

“Maybe?”

He rubs his cock along my pussy, and I part my legs for him.

I don’t want a condom.

I want to know how he feels filling me, jerking inside me, flooding my body with heat, and knowing nothing is between us.

“Fuck,” he groans as he presses me onto the bed and half covers me with his body. “You can’t move on me like that, Myers.”

But I can’t stop.

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