Page 33 of Faking Ties
“Even now?” I ask, checking out his package yet again. And yup, he’s hard.
“Especially now,” he says, readjusting himself.
“Never thought I’d say this.” I look him in the eyes. “But I miss your jeggings.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because now I’m even more curious what happens if you sport a boner in them.”
“You’re awfully curious about my dick.”
True. One thousand percent true. And I don’t mind owning that.
“Is that a problem?” I ask.
“Never.” He turns my face to his with a hand on my jaw. Our gazes lock and hold. His chocolate eyes dance with mirth, but the longer we stare at one another, themirth disappears and what replaces it causes an inferno to build inside me. Intensity. Passion. Fun.
Oh no, no, no, no.
I shouldn’t look him in the eye. It’s like he’s a pussy charmer, and the longer I look at him, the more I think about kissing him for real and not just for show. The kiss on the red carpet was an accident. I was so overcome with emotion after he told off the paparazzi that I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. Nina’s the only other person who’s ever stood up for me and I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions while he defended me.
The kiss was a mistake, one I can’t help but replay constantly. It wasn’t just his exceptional skill in that department, but the way he held me close when he dipped me. For a split second, it felt like he’d never let me go. The memory of it makes me want a repeat. If only to double-check if it’s as good as I remember, or if I embellished it because I’m so kiss starved.
A voice in the back of my head screams at me to stop that line of thinking. It tries to remind me that he’s a football player and that we don’t go for men like that. But that voice must be talking to a wall, because my body? She doesn’t get the message. I lean further into his hand, and he inches closer.
We’re so close our noses almost touch.
He asks, “Are you?—”
“All right, lovebirds.” Our cart stops and the worker opens the door for us. “Time to get off.”
Hunter glares at him. “I’ll pay you a thousand dollars to keep us in here.”
The worker’s eyes go comically wide, but then Hunter’s coach yells from the cart behind us, “Get out and give the kids a turn, Holt.”
“Yes, Coach,” Hunter mutters and I laugh.
When we’re back on the grass, Hunter grabs my hand and leads me…somewhere?
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“To get those cookies of yours and talk to my team members.”
“I forgive you.” I dig my heels into the grass. “There’s no need to do this.”
He gives me a long look. “Are you embarrassed?”
“Of fucking course, I am. I brought food to a catered event.”
“That just makes you charming.” He flashes me a delightful grin. “Don’t worry, you can squeeze my hand twice if you need a save.”
“Oh? So, we’re back to that, are we? Fine, I’ll only come if you use the hand thing on me too.”
“You want the hand thing too?” Hunter gives me a filthy smirk that reminds me of sweaty, rough sex. “Anytime, anywhere.”
ELODIE
Tonight is my first show as Stella, which is intimidating enough, but what’s worse is Kai, the bodyguard who never leaves Stella’s side, is also here. Why? I’m not sure, but my suspicion is that he’s going to report back to Stella and Rachel about how I perform.
