Page 58 of Love is Fake

“Just because your mom couldn’t handle being a mother, that’s not on you. That’s on her. And when she chose to walk out, she missed out on knowing the most incredible person in the whole damn world. She missed out on you. And you are fuckingeverything, Isabella.” Lennox leans down, bringing his face closer to mine and making my lips sing in anticipation before his mouth covers mine. It’s more than just a kiss; it’s possessive, it’s passionate, it’s reverent and it’s tender. It’s a well of emotions I’m getting dizzy trying to unpick. So I stop trying to think and instead just focus on how good it feels and how good I want to makehimfeel.

My hands reach around his waist to untie the apron.

“Not a fan?” He smiles against my mouth.

“Not for what I’m about to do.” I bite his lip, loving the way it makes him groan. I pull back just long enough to push it up andover his head and immediately my hands are on the snap of his jeans. I kiss him hard and long one last time, before I kneel down in front of him, easing his pants over his hips at the same time, making his already-hard cock spring free.

I stroke him from base to tip, squeezing him gently and pumping his shaft. A bead of pre-cum drips from his tip and I catch it with my tongue, licking the saltiness. Lennox’s eyes go heavy-lidded as he watches me and the look of desire on his face makes me bold.

I meet his gaze, and then take him deep into my mouth until his head hits the back of my throat. His hands go to my hair, sifting the strands through his fingers as I pump his base with my hand, and work his length with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth scraping lightly against his sensitive skin. His eyes widen as he watches me take him deeper and deeper, sucking him off, hard.

“Fuck, Iz,” he pants. “So damn good.”

I smile to myself, reveling in the sounds of him losing control. I want to send him as out of his mind with pleasure as he does to me. I draw circles around his head with my tongue, and tug on his balls gently, hearing him groan. The wetness between my own thighs makes me ache. I’ve never been this turned on giving head before, but with Lennox everything is different, more intense, morereal.

“I’m going to come, Izzy.” Lennox’s warning is a rumble from deep inside his chest. He’s giving me an out but I have no intention of pulling away. I want to take everything he has to give me. I suck harder, gripping his ass as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, his shout of release combining with the burst of cum in my mouth. I swallow it all down, taking every last drop of him.

The muscles in his legs spasm with the force of his orgasm and his hands behind my head urge me up to standing. I get to my feet, our eyes never leaving each other and – withouta word – Lennox takes hold of my hips and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, pulling down the sleep shorts I’m wearing. Instinctively, I open my legs and, immediately, his still-hard cock shining with a combination of my saliva and his cum is positioned at my entrance.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he breathes, his mouth on my neck, biting and finding that sensitive spot which drives me insane. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I know the feeling.

And then all I am is feeling. Lennox pushes hard inside me, making me arch against him. He kisses me, possessively, ravaging my mouth and tasting himself on my lips. It’s so damn erotic, so hot I’m burning up from the inside out. He thrusts into me, pumping as he speeds up the tempo. I wrap my legs around him, my heels on his ass urging him even deeper inside of me.

“Harder,” I plead and his hips power forward. Our bodies surge against each other, fiercely, frantically, racing towards the inevitable finish.

I cry out as the earth moves around me and I spin out, dizzy with the force of my climax. With one last thrust, Lennox follows me, growling my name as he thrusts into me one final time and empties himself inside of me. We collapse against each other; my head against his chest, listening to the hammering of his heart as he strokes my hair.

That’s the moment my stomach chooses to growl. Lennox chuckles against my cheek. “Hungry?” he asks.

“Starving.” And not just for food. As soon as I’ve had Lennox, I want to do it again and again and again. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of him, that a time will come when I won’t want him so desperately, soconstantlyas I do now.

Later that night,once the pancakes have finally been eaten and we’ve made love again, I lay my hand on his chest and feel his heart beat underneath my palm and bask in the rightness of lying next to him like this.

“The next time I go home, you could come with me,” I tell him. “My dad’s gonna love you.” In fact, I’m pretty sure once he meets Lennox in the flesh, he may never let us leave Alabama again.

“I’d like that,” he smiles peacefully, kissing my nose. “And I want you to think of here as your home too,” he adds quietly, and I wonder if he hears my sudden intake of breath.

Home. It has a nice ring to it. And not only that, it’s how I feel when I’m with Lennox. I feel like I’m home.

“Sleep, beautiful,” Lennox whispers against my hair, as if he can hear my mind whirling. He gathers me closer against him.

If I knewthings were about to change, I might have held onto him a little tighter that night, resisted sleep for a little longer so I could remember every moment of being next to him. But I didn’t. Naively I started to believe that this could be the real deal, that Lennox could be my forever…

When my eyesfinally drift shut, I have a smile on my face because I have no idea what’s coming.

Chapter

Seventeen

I close my laptop, feeling like my eyes are going square from staring at slide after slide about tendon repair. I’ve been sitting here for hours and my brain has decided it’s had enough, which is fine because I’m – finally – all caught up.

As Lennox’s knee is needing less and less rehab time, I’ve been able to spend more of my hours on my PhD work. Now, after what seems like an eternity, I feel like I’ve got things in hand.

Between, work and study and Lennox, it feels as if things have finally come together. Like life is working out in a way it never has. Before, there was always something missing. If I was doing well at work then my love life was AWOL. If my social life was busy then I felt bad for not spending enough time on my studies. My existence up to this point has been a finely tuned balancing act where the set of scales I was given were all out of whack. But since being with Lennox, it’s as if those scales have finally come good. For the first time since I can remember I feel like I can step back and breathe. Like I don’t have to hold onto everything so tightly to stop my world from falling apart.

Part of me – the cynical part – is waiting for the other shoe to drop, because things can’t really bethisgood, can they? People don’t get to bethishappy without some kind of blow-back, right?

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