Page 123 of Not Fooling Anyone

She lets out a soft moan when I’m all the way in, moving her hips, riding me, her breasts gently bouncing as she works herself on me.

I reach out and palm her, shaping her, enjoying the breathy sighs she makes, the way she says my name like it’s a benediction. She leans forward, changing the angle of her hips, and I pump into her from below, each of us getting more turned on.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she says, resting her hands on my chest. “That it could be this good.”

“It’s you and me. It wouldn’t be anything but good.”

She gives me a shaky smile. “I love you.”

Her words send me over the edge, still worked up from when her mouth was on me, and I grip her waist, coming hard, the force of it like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

“God, I love you too,” I choke out, reaching up to bring her down to me, kissing the ever-loving hell out of her.

She responds greedily, sliding her tongue in my mouth, this bold, brave Lexie someone I hope she shows a lot more often.

Especially in bed.

I roll over so she’s underneath me and pull out of her, replacing my cock with two fingers, sliding in easily with how aroused she is.

Bending my head, I capture a nipple with my mouth, sucking on her, loving how she clutches at my shoulders, how her thighs drop open, how her toes scramble for purchase against the crumpled comforter.

I stroke her faster, harder, until she comes for me, the unintelligible sounds she makes spurring me on, keeping at it until she can’t take any more, her body exhausted as she rolls on her side, curling herself around me.

“I’ve never felt so close to anyone,” she whispers. “It’s like… Never mind.”

I run a hand down her arm. “No, what is it?”

She looks up at me, the green in her hazel eyes more prominent than ever before. “It’s like there’s a part of me inside you. And the idea makes me feel safe. That you’ll protect that little piece of me I’ve given you.”

Warmth blossoms in my chest, as if that part of her she’s referring to is glowing inside me. “Babe, you’re turning into a romantic.”

Her lips tilt up at the corners in amusement. “I know, it’s awful. You’ve given me…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Feelings.”

“I’m a monster.”

“You are.” She grins, leaning in to kiss me deliciously, my mind at peace knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, I’ll still have her by my side.

She’s mine. Forever.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

LEXIE

The dinof the crowd is unbearably loud, nearly to the point where I want to cover my ears with my hands. But I don’t because that would be weird to do here in the middle of this random high school gym, surrounded by others waiting to watch two people beat each other up for fun.

Really, of all places for them to host this boxing tournament, did they have to pick the one place I’d never want to revisit in a million years?

At least it’s not my old high school. If that was the case, I might not be here, even for Ethan. I’m willing to put myself in some uncomfortable situations for him, today being one of them, but that one might cross the line.

I check my phone again for the time, shifting uneasily on the metal folding chair. Ethan’s match should start any minute now. At least he isn’t scheduled for later in the day. I’ve already been here two hours, barely getting to see him as he registered, weighed in, and started prepping.

Dad seemed surprised to see me show up with him, but thankfully didn’t make a big deal of it. I still haven’t told him about us with how new everything is.

Over in the blue corner of the ring, Dad is talking to Ethan, both of their faces serious as he gives last minute advice. In the other corner, his opponent bounces on the balls of his feet, throwing jabs at the air, warming up. This guy is no joke, about the same height and build as Ethan, but with an aggressive air about him I don’t like. He even has custom boxing shorts with his name,Sokolov, printed on the front. He must be serious.

The announcer comes over the loudspeaker then, announcing Ethan Hudson in the blue corner and Dominic Sokolov in the red. Dad puts Ethan’s mouthguard in for him, since his hands are already wrapped and gloved, and exits the ring. Ethan turns to the crowd, searching, his brows pinched. I wave, his face clearing when he spots me, holding up a gloved hand in return.

I’d shoutgo get ’em, Snookums, but I won’t ruin his man cred here.

---