Page 9 of Foul & Fake
Her eyes narrow behind her glasses. “I never agreed to that. We’re going on a few fake dates to fool your friends, why should that mean I can’t—” she huffs, turning to Dennis. “I’ll call you later, okay? If I’ve learned anything, it’s that he won’t leave until he’s good and ready. I’m sorry.”
Dennis looks like he’s ready to argue, but the boring little bitch just shrugs and leans down to kiss her right in front of me. “You owe me, Ri.”
His thumb slips across her chin as he leaves, and I find myself ready to chase after him when I see the blush on her cheeks.
“Owe him? What do you owe him?”
“A blowjob,” she says flippantly, shutting the door. “He texted me before you showed up the first time, which is why you caught me the way you did.”
“Fuck that. No. I don’t agree. And you can’t be telling everyone this is fake, Riley. What makes you think he’ll keep that to himself after I cockblocked him from getting his dick sucked?”
She rolls her eyes, but it’s clear she doesn’t have an argument. “So what, then? We’re just dating with none of the perks and I just want to smack you the whole time?”
“You’re more than welcome to smack me, and us not having perks isyourdecision. I’ve already offered my services, and I can guarantee it would be worth it for you.”
Her blush deepens. “Elias…”
God, my name sounds so good on her lips. It’s not a no, and as much as I want to put her on her knees right now, I won’t. Poor girl is panicking already, so I step in and touch the spot he did to erase it, swiping softly to pull her attention back to me. “That’s not even why I came today. I brought you food, and I thought we should spend more time together without an audience.”
Her lips part as she meets my eyes. “Oh.”
I watch her gaze flick to my mouth and back up twice, and I almost say fuck it and kiss her. “Your eyes are so fucking blue, cupcake. Who’d you get them from?”
“No one,” she says quietly. “My dad’s eyes are grey and my mom’s are green. Both of my brothers have grey eyes.”
“Well, they’re breathtaking. You hungry?” Even though I don’t want to, I back away slowly so she can breathe again, and it’s worth it when she seems to relax.
“So you brought me food, huh? Trying to butter me up?”
Grinning, I shrug innocently. “Maybe. You wanted extra cilantro, right?”
Her face falls so dramatically, I bark out a laugh and make myself comfortable on her bed with my back against the wall and my feet hanging over the side. “That was a joke. I told them not to have one piece of it touching our food or I’d burn their food truck down.”
I pat the spot to my left for her to join me, watching with slight amusement as she wars with herself but ultimately sits down so close to me, our knees touch.
“Thank you. I’m not allergic to it or anything, it just tastes gross. I wish I liked it.”
“Yeah, it’s a staple in a lot of foods. Do you usually avoid Mexican restaurants?”
I pull out her burrito and peel off the top half of the foil before handing it over as she nods. “Yeah. Not always, I love a good margarita and chips and salsa are always good, but I swear everything ends up tasting like soap.”
Hesitantly, she takes a bite and makes the most adorable face as she braces herself, and it melts away when all she tastes is deliciousness.
“You just need to know how to order, but you have me now. I’ll take you to my favorite spot soon and blow your mind.”
I grab mine and set the chips on her lap, then dive in with a bite twice the size of hers.
I don’t know what to do with myself when she one-ups me. Her cheeks puff out because it was way too big for her, and I nearly choke at how adorable she looks. “Bet,” I mumble, then take another one to match her.
Her laughter turns into a snort as she tries and fails to swallow everything in her mouth, and I get another three bites down before she finishes. Half my burrito is gone. “Okay, you win. I know when I’m outmatched.”
I’m a little competitive, and I think she just learned that. “You can fit a lot more in that little mouth than I thought.”
I smirk as I wait for the innuendo to click, struck yet again by just how innocent she looks. I love a woman with confidence who isn’t afraid of her sexuality, but I also apparently love it when a fully grown, beautiful woman blushes at the thought of a blowjob.
She’s gonna kill me.
“You didn’t think my mouth was so little when I was arguing with you,” she quips. “Should I go back to that?”
