Page 89 of Fake Love

But best of all, excitement.

A bright smile takes over her face before she gives me a nod.

“I want this. Fake, real, I want everything that involves you.” A feather-like kiss lands on my lips but before she takes it further, I pull back.

“I’m still in recovery. I may always be. Is that included in everything?”

I had intrusive thoughts already in the last few weeks, without a doubt something will happen that will cause those thoughts to come back.

When that happens, I want her at my side to bring me back out, but she has to want to be there. I won’t for her.

Jen doesn’t even hesitate with her answer. “Everything, Maddox. Every single thing.”

A smile forms on my face. “Then fuck being fake.”

Our lips are back to being intertwined and our tongues trying to one up the other.

My fingers dig into the material of her leggings, wishing it was her bare skin that I was feeling and not the fleece material.

Jen wraps her legs around my waist and grinds herself against me as best she can.

I walks us over to my bed and take a seat with her on my lap, not putting any distance between us.

My mouth travels down the length of her neck while my hands move from her hips to under her shirt. The same shirt that has my name and number on the back.

Her soft skin feels so fucking good that I wish I could hold her forever.

A sweet purr leaves her mouth causing me to smirk against her skin.

“Have I mentioned just how much I love seeing you with my name on your back?” I say, drawing circles with my tongue against her pulse.

Jen shakes her head. “No.”

“Since the first time you wore it. I’ve beat off the image of you in just my jersey too many times for me to count.” I open my mouth slightly, letting my teeth graze her teeth.

“Maybe you should show me just how you got yourself off.” Jen pants, her hips drawing circles against me.

I move my mouth away from her next and move it back up to her lips. “I will, don’t worry about that, sweetheart, but not tonight. There are other things that I want to show you tonight.”

“Can’t wait.” Her mouth slams back onto mine and we stay like that for a few minutes.

We get so lost in the kissing that we don’t notice that the front door has opened until my hands are on her chest pulling at her nipples and my mom is calling out our names.

I don’t know who jumps up higher, me or Jen, but somehow we both end up on the floor a few feet apart.

“Are you two having sex?” My mom asks.

If I were to ever wish for a black hole to appear and swallow me whole, right now would be a good moment.

“No.” I say through a crack in my voice. I clear my throat before answering again. “No, we’re not having sex.”

Jen lets out a laugh, without a doubt at my humiliation.

“I guess ‘other things’ will have to wait,” she says through a giggle.

My mom’s voice cuts through her laugh and I can’t help but let out a groan, and not the type of groan that would have left me if Jen continued her hip motions.

This whole thing is messed up.

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