Page 28 of Faking It Right
“See?” Mom said triumphantly. “He knows you better than you know yourself.”
“Face it, little brother. You’re practically an old married couple already,” Sawyer pointed out with great glee. “All you did was finally add sex to the equation.”
It was hard not to pout. “I said we’re not discussing my sex life at the dinner table.”
“So thereisa sex life to discuss,” Gia shot back with a devilish grin.
I gave up with a groan. “You all suck.”
Sawyer’s grin turned wicked. “Not as much as your boyfriend does on his knees for you.”
My jaw dropped as everyone erupted in laughter. “You know, sometimes Ireallywish we weren’t so open as a family.”
Harley squeezed my thigh again, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Relax. They’re just happy for us, snookums.”
“Don’t call me that in front of them,” I hissed.
“Too late, snookums,” Sawyer teased. “Oh, that’s precious.”
Mom cooed. “So adorable.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” But despite my embarrassment, there was something heartwarming about sitting with my family and Harley, all of them accepting us without question, even if it was fake.
“Don’t worry,” Harley whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “I’ve got plenty of other nicknames for you that are just for us.”
The promise in his voice made my heart skip a beat, tumble down a flight of metaphorical stairs, and land in a puddle of anticipation that would have alarmed any therapist worth their hourly rate.Shit. How did one mutual hand job fuck me up so much?
Gia theatrically grimaced. “You two are sickeningly cute together. It’s disgusting.”
“Absolutely revolting,” Sawyer agreed, though a fond smile crept onto her face. “I love it.”
For some reason, their teasing didn’t sting as much as it had earlier. Maybe I was growing used to it, or perhaps my earlier orgasm finally put me in a better mood. “You’re both hypocrites. You two are way worse.”
“We’ve earned the right to be nauseating,” Gia said, swiping a bite from Sawyer’s plate with the finesse of a seasoned thief.“We’ve been together four years. You’ve been together what, three weeks?”
“Three weeks, two days, and about seven hours,” Harley supplied helpfully.
“You’re keeping track?” I asked, surprised by the specificity when our dating relationship was as real as a unicorn in a tutu.
Harley’s eyes softened. “Of course, I am. It’s not every day the guy you’ve been crushing on for three years finally makes all your dreams come true.”
Mom clasped her hands together with a delighted sigh. “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s stalkerish,” I muttered. The way Harley was looking at me made it hard to remember we were supposed to be pretending.
Harley turned to my mom with a charming smile. “By the way, Jacinta, you did a stellar job with those Renaissance cherub posters in Ryker’s room. They’reveryromantic.”
“What’s so romantic about baby dicks?” I complained, shaking my head. “How do their micro peens set the mood?”
Everyone howled with laughter.
“Oh my god, Ryker!” Sawyer wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes. “Only you would refer to them as ‘micro peens’ at the dinner table.”
Gia snorted. “I bet that really kills the mood when Harley’s trying to get romantic.”
“Can we please stop discussing my love life and cherub genitalia in the same conversation?” I demanded.
Harley took the teasing in stride, sliding his arm around my shoulders. “Nothing will stop me from wanting Ryker,” he declared with such conviction that everyone around the entire table went “aww.” His gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, I forgot we were acting. “Not even an army of naked baby angel voyeurs watching us from the walls.”
