Page 95 of Fool Me

I chuckle against Atlas’s lips.

“Have people stopped asking you about taking checks yet?” I ask, a little off topic, as I think about how we started.

“It seems that was the one thing fake dating you couldn’t fix.”

“Turns out I’m not a miracle worker.”

There are more bags and food, good music and laughing while we wait for the sun to go down so the fireworks can start. Just like he promised, Atlas inches our blanket away from our friends while no one is paying attention and kisses me until I’m ready to leave them all in my yard and sneak inside with Atlas for our own grand finale.

But I don’t because we’d never hear the end of it, and I want this moment for us—the normal everyday stuff that’s made better by having him to share it with. Instead, I settle for kissing under the stars and a hickey that I’m going to have to cover with makeup.

When the final bang fades, everyone helps clean up before heading home. We say goodbye from the porch as thunder rumbles in the distance and sends our friends running for their cars. We retreat just as quickly and Atlas has me backed against the front door before Briar and Denver are out of sight.

“I have half a mind to make you put that bikini back on so I can pull it off with my teeth like I was dying to do all day.”

I slip my hand between us, cupping him. “Aww, poor guy, did I give you a case of red, white, and blue balls?”

“I’ve never had to hide wood more than I did today. The things I want to do to you . . . I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Believe it,” I say, dropping to my knees as a flash of lightning brightens the dark house. “Maybe I can help since I tortured you all day.” Before he can respond, I tug his shorts down over his hips. My mouth falls open. “A picture never would have done this justice,” I murmur more to myself, but when I look up, there’s a self-satisfied tip to his lips.

“Glad you approve.”

“So damn much.” My voice shakes with anticipation.

He hisses when my hand wraps around his length—it’s hot and heavy in my palm. I pump it once, forcing pre-cum to bead at the tip.

“Look at you, so fucking perfect for me—made for me.” His hands grips my ponytail, wrapping it around his fist. “I’ve been on edge all day, watching you in that swimsuit. I’m not sure I can be gentle with you.”

“Good, I don’t want gentle. You think you were alone? That slutty little tank top, your tattoo . . . What was the inseam on that swimsuit? Seven inches?” I lick him from root to tip, sucking the head. He’s big, which I already knew, but having my fist around him, his dick at my lips, confirms that, and I’m left wondering if his shorts have magical concealment powers.

His laugh is a little dark, but still all him. “Let’s see how much you can take, darling.”

He slides against my tongue with a groan that sets me ablaze. Inch by inch, he feeds himself to me. When he hits the back of my throat, cutting off my air, I gag, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

“That’s so fucking good. I knew you could do it.” His thumb brushes my cheek.

“Again,” I pant when he pulls out.

“That’s it. So eager for me.” His tips breeches my lips and he pumps in a little faster this time, hitting the back of my throat and holding it there. “Eyes—look at me.”

Tears blur my vision and he pulls back just enough that I can suck in a deep breath through my nose. My senses return as sharp pings of rain pound off the metal roof.

“In and out, darling.”

I focus on what he’s telling me and the rhythm of the rainfall, nodding my understanding.

He slides back in, alternating taking my breath and giving praise. “This mouth feels like heaven.”

His thighs strain under my palms, and I know he’s close.

“Do you want me to come?”

No.I shake my head.

“Okay,” he says, pulling out and gripping the base of his shaft tightly. Then he’s lifting me from the floor by my elbows, straight into his arms. My legs wrap around him. Rain pounds the windows as he carries me up the narrow stairs to my bed.

I bounce when he drops me on it, lowering to his knees at the foot and pulling me toward him.