6. Tastefully Fake An Orgasm
SIX
TASTEFULLY FAKE AN ORGASM
Lach
The elevator ride is silent except for the whirring sounds as we travel up to the third floor. Her bright pink suitcase is the only thing separating us. I hike my backpack higher on my shoulder before stealing glances at her from the corner of my eye. She looks different from last night. More casual, but just as beautiful. She presses her pink lips together, and I’m instantly reminded of how those lips felt on mine. Plump and soft. It’s hard to say where her head is, though. Not acknowledging me on the plane, avoiding me at the airport, and I’m sure she’d be sleeping in her own room if the hotel wasn’t fully booked right now, all point to she’s not interested. Why do I care? Tomorrow, we’ll go our separate ways, just like last night.
The elevator jolts to a stop. Before the doors fully open, Kat slips through the crack and is down the hallway, suitcase in tow. My gaze drops from the back of her head to her hips as they sway back and forth. Fuck. I adjust myself in my jeans. She bailed on me once, and I’m sure she wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. At the door, she slides the keycard into the reader and lets herself in. Not bothering to hold it open, she lets it click shut before I arrive. My lips twitch into a smile, and I shake my head. I’ll give her a few minutes now, but she’s not getting out of telling me what happened yesterday.
When I enter the room, a sliver of light shines through the bottom of a closed door, which I suspect is the bathroom. As I scan the rest of the room, the one king-size bed jumps out at me. This will be fun. I toss my backpack on the chair in the corner and throw myself onto the bed. Linking my fingers behind my head and crossing my feet at my ankles, I wait for the aftermath. Several minutes later, the door opens, and Kat strolls out with her suitcase, wearing cotton shorts and a hoodie.
No one should look as hot as she does right now, and I’m sharing a hotel room with her with only one bed. The temptation to pick her up and toss her onto the comforter while I crawl up her body is strong. Real fucking strong. Based on my read of the room, she’d probably grab the nearest object to clock me upside the head if I tried to touch her. It’s in my best interest to stay exactly where I am.
She releases the handle, and her head drifts up. Her eyes connect with mine for a split second before darting around the room. “Where’s the other bed?”
“This is it.” I smirk. “And you best believe I’m sleeping like a starfish.” I slide down the mattress and spread my arms and legs to each corner of the bed.
“There has to be a pull-out couch or something.” She twists around, searching the room again in case a spare bed magically appears. Her hand slides down the wall, searching for a Murphy bed. Her frown confirms her answer.
“You can keep searching, but you’ll have better luck with the other hotel. That is, if you want to wait even longer. Actually, I bet they’re already sold out too.” I lift my head and catch her glaring at me. “Or there’s plenty of space here.” I pat the spot between my shoulder and leg.
She eyes the comforter before blowing out a deep breath. “You’d think hotel rooms would have a pull-out couch nowadays.”
“I’m sorry this isn’t up to your standards, but I’ll make sure you’re cozy.” I pat the bed again. “Just so you know, I only bite if you bite first.”
She rolls her eyes but walks toward the bed. The edge of the bed dips as she sits. “Luckily, I am very comfortable sleeping in a ball.” She pulls her hair from her ponytail, and the blonde tresses cascade down her shoulders. I’m mesmerized as she combs her fingers through the strands.
“So, how’s it going?”
A small chuckle escapes her. “Is that really what you want to ask?”
“Not really, but I thought we’d ease in first. But we can dive right into the good stuff.” I move up the bed and adjust the pillow against the headboard. “What happened? Why did you leave?”
She rotates on the bed and crosses her legs in a pretzel, getting more comfortable. “Would you believe your overpowering masculinity intimidated me?”
Fuck. She’s sassy. All the girls I’ve been with always follow my lead. Afraid to have opinions of their own. “No. You don’t seem like the type of person to fear anything.”
“Thanks.” She picks at a thread on the blanket. “But looks can be deceiving.” She’s silent for a moment before she says, “Would you believe I wanted to make someone jealous?”
“That sounds more believable. Did it work?”
Her face is soft as her hazel eyes meet mine. “I never stuck around to find out. I kind of got caught up in the moment and went back to a stranger’s hotel room.” A small smile graces her lips. “And I wanted to forget everything that happened earlier.”
“Now we’re getting to the good stuff. Keep going.” I roll my hand between us, encouraging her to continue.
“You’re genuinely interested in all my drama?”
“I never said all ,” she tilts her head and narrows her eyes at me, and I laugh, “just the stuff that leads up to you kissing me.”
She taps her finger against her lips, drawing my attention to her mouth. Flashbacks of her lips on mine flit through my mind. Soft and perfect. Don’t be an asshole and reach across the bed and haul her to you just so you can kiss her again. I doubt that’s what she wants right now.
“The lighting of the fuse started when I found out my boyfriend for the past six months is actually married. After that, it was just a countdown until everything exploded.”
“The explosion happened when you met me?”
“More like when I kissed you. And, not saying the kiss was explosive, but that was the moment things changed. It was no longer about making him jealous but making me forget.”
I know a thing or two about wanting to forget. I’ve been doing it for over half my life. But this isn’t about me. “So what did you expect to happen when you kissed me?”
“I don’t know. I was being impulsive. Act first. Think later. At the moment, I wanted to make Pax jealous. Give him a tiny sliver of the hurt he gave me.” She lifts a shoulder and lets it fall. “And I knew he was watching. Kissing you would achieve that.”
“His name is Pax? He already sounds like a douche.”
A laugh escapes her. It’s soft and infectious. I’d spend the rest of the night listening to her if I got more of that sporadic laugh from her.
“He had to live up to his name.”
“So, back to this kiss. You were using me?”
She shakes her head back and forth. “I mean, technically, yes. But I also enjoyed it. A lot. And kind of wanted more.”
“It was a good kiss.”
She bites her lips together. “It was an excellent kiss.” She uncrosses her legs, stretches them out toward the top of the bed, and leans back on her hands. “I wanted to feel something besides hurt and betrayal.”
My gaze drifts down to her sparkly pink polish on her toes. When did feet become sexy? “And sleeping with me would do that?”
“I was hoping it would give me five minutes to get out of my head.”
I flinch. “Ouch.”
She sits up. Concern etches her features. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m hurt by you thinking I’d only last five minutes.”
She grabs a pillow by her feet and throws it at me. It cartwheels through the air before I catch it, stopping it from smacking me in the face.
“I’ll have you know I would have given you the best ten minutes of your life.” I tuck the pillow behind me.
She giggles. It’s the sound angels make. “A whole ten minutes.” She gasps sarcastically and clutches her chest. “What would I do with all those minutes?”
“It’s more than the five minutes you gave me credit for. Based on your moans and whimpers, you would have enjoyed those ten minutes.”
She raises a brow. “How do you know I wasn’t faking it?”
“I doubt you were faking. No one is that good at acting.”
She straightens her shoulders. “Want to bet? Oh! Uh. Yes.” She tips her head back as her lips spread. “Oh. Oh. Yes. Right there. Patrick. Yes. Yes. Mmm, yes.” She blows out a sigh before tilting her head forward. A smile tugs at her lips.
I shift on the bed, trying as discreetly as possible to adjust myself. I raise my hands and give her a slow clap.
She crosses her arm over her stomach and bows. “Thank you.”
“I take my words back. With that performance, you could be an actress.”
“You think so?” She rests a hand on her waist and lifts her chin, posing for the pretend cameras. Then a giggle escapes her, and she drops her hand to the comforter. “I never had dreams to be on the big screen. Plus, I think faking orgasms falls more in line with porn star than Hollywood actress.”
“Or you could do that.”
“But that’s a lot of sex.”
“And a lot of dicks.”
“While I like both,” she presses her lips together, “I feel like that would be overconsumption.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”
“Well, you put the thought in my head, and this is just what came out.”
I rub my chin. “I don’t think you can tastefully fake an orgasm.”
“Meg Ryan did it.”
“This is true.”
“I could be the next Meg Ryan.”
“You could.”
“Your turn.” She sits up straighter. “Since you think I was faking it. Let’s see your best fake orgasm.”
I laugh. “I don’t think so.”
“So you’ve never faked an orgasm?”
“No, I have. Mostly because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, but this is different.”
Now it’s her turn to laugh. “Why is it different? I just did it.”
“Because I’m not,” I roll my hand between us, “going through the motions.”
“If you need to dry hump the bed, by all means, have at it.” She motions her hand over the comforter. “I won’t mind the show.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
She nods enthusiastically. “Yes. Yes, I would.” She scoots back to the edge of the bed. “The stage is yours.”
I shake my head, but a smile twitches on my lips. What the hell did I get myself into? Performing fake orgasms in a hotel room with a woman I met yesterday when I don’t even know her real name. I sit up but forgo the dry humping. Closing my eyelids, because this will most definitely be easier if I’m not looking at her, I open my mouth. “Uh. Oh. Uh. Mmm. Ooo.” I follow that with a few grunts and groans. Slowly, I lift my lids to find Kat staring back at me. A few seconds of silence pass between us before a laugh bursts out of her.
“Oh. My. God.” She tips over onto the bed, her entire body shaking with laughter. “I dodged a bullet if that’s what’s expected in bed.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Hey! You put me on the spot.”
She holds up her hand as if she’s waving a flag. “Marked safe from Patrick’s orgasm.”
She continues to laugh, and I can’t help but join her. I wouldn’t want to have sex with me either if that’s what I really sound like.
“I promise you, my fake orgasm is nothing like my real one. Enough about me and my terrible fake orgasm. You still haven’t answered my question. Did you fake it the other night in the hotel room?”
She pushes herself off the bed and sits up. “A girl doesn’t fake and tell.”
I shift on the bed and lean toward her, invading her space. “I call bullshit on it being fake.”
Her gaze casts downward and fixates on my lips before drifting back up to meet my eyes. She inches closer to me. “What are you going to do? Prove it?”
I lift my chin, mainly to test the waters. She doesn’t back down, so I inch even closer. Her lips part a fraction. Her sweet coconut scent swirls around me, making it hard to concentrate. She intrigues me. I can’t grasp what it is, but I want to explore the electricity between us. My lips brush against hers. “Is that what you want?” I whisper.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Slowly, she nods. Mid nod, I crash my lips to hers.