Page 21 of Faking It Right
“With my mother involved? Absolutely.” He shook his head, but his smile remained. “Now, seriously, get dressed. I’m not explaining to my family why you’re naked in my bed.”
“Fine, fine.” I stood up, making no effort to cover myself as I stretched with a satisfied moan. “Consider this a sneak peek of what you’re missing out on by insisting this is only pretend.”
His eyes tracked my every move before he caught himself and looked away. “You’re impossible.”
“Yet here you are, looking like you want to lick every inch of me.”
“I do not—” He stopped protesting when he saw my knowing smirk. “Go put on some pants, Harley.”
I laughed at his exasperation and grabbed my discarded clothes from the floor. “You know, for a straight guy, you give a pretty decent hand job.”
“Oh my god,stop,” Ryker groaned. “Are you physically incapable of not making everything awkward?”
“It’s my superpower,” I replied cheerfully, stepping into my briefs. “Besides, what’s awkward about complimenting your technique? I’m being a supportive friend.”
His flushed cheeks charmed me. “We’renotdiscussing technique.”
“Why not? I’m happy to offer pointers.” I pulled on my jeans, buttoning them up before reaching for my shirt. “That little twist thing you did at the end? Solid move. Eight out of ten.”
“Only eight?” Ryker asked indignantly before he could stop himself, then immediately looked mortified.
I burst out laughing. “Look at you, fishing for compliments! Fine, nine out of ten. You lose a point for overthinking it.”
“I wasn’t,” he argued, sliding on his boxers. “I was being careful.”
“Is that what we’re calling it? Careful?” I snorted. “Were worried about breaking my dick or something?”
He threw a pillow at me, which I caught. “It’s too fucking big. Most of us have normal human hands, you know.”
“No such thing. Despite your grumbling, here you are, looking thoroughly satisfied after I made you come.” I buttoned up my shirt. “Twice today, if we’re keeping score.”
“What do you mean,twice?” Ryker demanded, scrambling for his jeans.
He’d taken the bait as I’d hoped. “Oh, did I say that out loud? My bad.”
“Harley.” His tone dripped with a warning note, which fueled my desire to tease him more as he wrestled with his pants.
My grin widened. “Now, and when I heard you during your little solo performance in your room before we came here.”
The color drained from his face, then rushed back with a vengeance. “You didnot.”
“Oh, but I did. Our walls are as thin as your excuses, and you’re not exactly quiet when you’re about to blow.”
“Someone kill me now.” Mortification radiated off him.
“Don’t worry, I found it incredibly hot.” Teasing him was too much fun. “Those little gasps you make right before you come? Fucking sexy.”
Ryker groaned. “I hate you so much.” His cheeks burned crimson as he shot daggers at me. “You’re the worst.”
“That’s not what you were moaning when I had my fingers around your cock.”
With a frustrated mutter and some choice curses, he threw on his shirt.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said, softening my tone. “It’s perfectly normal to jerk off while fantasizing about your incredibly hot roommate who’s pretending to be your boyfriend.”
“I wasn’t—” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fine. Whatever. Can we drop it?”
“Were you worried you’d be too tempted by your fake boyfriend if you didn’t take the edge off first?” I teased, enjoying the way his ears turned beet red at the suggestion.
