Page 4 of Faking It Right
Maybe I was projecting my desires, but I swore I saw the way his gray eyes were glued to the scene, his expression oscillating between confusion and something a hell of a lot hotter. I definitely hadn’t imagined his hard-on straining against his pants or the way his face had flushed as he processed our little show. And the audacity to ask me to pretend to be his boyfriend? That was the shit my dreams were made of.
It was the first crack in his straight-guy armor I’d seen in ages, giving me hope that perhaps my feelings weren’t as one-sidedas I thought. Maybe his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, and he was wondering what it would be like if we hooked up? Wasn’t that why he stayed to watch us?
If I were smart, I’d retreat to my room and let Ryker cool off for the night before we dissected the afternoon’s theatrics. But no one had ever accused me of being smart, only of being a smart-ass, which didn’t count. Instead, I tightened my towel around my waist and knocked on his door. When I heard his muffled response, I pushed it open. “Hey.”
He shot me a dirty look from where he was propped up in bed, but the telltale flush on his cheeks didn’t escape my notice as his gaze lingered on my bare chest.
“We should probably talk,” I said, hovering at the threshold like a polite vampire waiting for an invitation.
He crossed his arms defiantly. “Could you at least put on some clothes first?”
I gestured at my bare body and then slid my hand from my waist to my chest, holding his gaze the entire time. “Why? Is this too tempting for you?”
“No.” His peevish denial would’ve been more convincing if he could actually meet my eyes.
“Then I guess I don’t need to change.” When he didn’t tell me to get out, I sauntered over and plopped down on his bed. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of my patchouli-and-lavender bodywash. His sister had gifted it to me as a joke last Christmas, but it was a hit with every guy I’d ever hooked up with.
He sighed heavily, avoiding eye contact. “Really, Harley?”
“I wanted to check if you were okay.”
“Oh, and you thought showing up half-naked was the best way to assess my well-being?” He rolled his eyes, but his blush gave him away.
I grinned and began to undo my towel. “I mean, if you’d prefer me fully naked?—”
“No!” He looked panicked at the mere possibility.
Since I couldn’t resist being my charming self, I shifted to let my towel slip dangerously high on my thigh. “Why not? Was I too sexy this afternoon?”
“Oh,god,” he accidentally muttered under his breath before clearing his throat. “Contrary to your ego, I wasn’t the least bit tempted to suck your dick. Sorry.”
My lips curled into a slow grin. “What about letting me suck yours?”
He shifted under the covers, propping his leg up like a shield. It was a cute, futile attempt to hide the erection I knew damn well our discussion was inspiring. “Nope.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Ryker huffed in annoyance. “Then that’s your problem.”
“Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious?” After being best friends for three years, I knew the answer was a resounding “yes,” even if he wouldn’t admit it.
With a snort, he shook his head. “No, I know what a blow job feels like. My sex life isn’tthatdire.”
“Yes, but not one from me.” I locked eyes with him, watching his cheeks flush. “You’ve never had one from someone who has a dick and knows how to please it. Not to mention, someone with a mouth as talented as mine.”
He swallowed hard. When he spoke, there was a slight tremor in his voice. “The only thing your mouth is good at is getting you into trouble.”
“Let me put it to better use, then.” I reached out and ran my hand up his bent leg, covered by sheets. “You’ll get the added bonus of shutting me up. I knowthatmust be at least alittleenticing.”
He jerked away, forcing my hand off. “I asked you to be myfakeboyfriend when we visit my family this weekend. Not my real one.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you,” I offered, praying like hell he agreed. “If it makes you feel better, it doesn’t have to be anything more than two friends engaging in a little mutual masturbation.”
“I’m not doing anything with you,” he insisted.
I grinned. “That’s fine. Feel free to lie back while I take care of you.”
“Will you stop?” He gave an adorably exasperated huff. “I’ve already thought about your dick enough for one day.”
