16. Vanessa
CHAPTER 16
VANESSA
I knock on the door to Teddy’s dorm room and rock back on my heels. My bag is cradled to my chest, my fingers fiddling with a patch I ironed onto it. I can’t help but feel extremely awkward standing here. The dry erase board on the door says, “My dick is bigger than Teddy’s.” With a crudely drawn penis. Someone else has come along and adorned the little guy with a curly fro that I think is meant to be pubic hair, a mustache, and a quote bubble that says, Bonjour!
I knock again and yelp when the door swings open.
His roommate towers above me. He’s even taller than Teddy, and I have to crane my neck back to take all of him in.
“Hi,” I squeak.
His brown hair is shaggy, but coiffed back in an artfully messy way. Heavy scruff covers angular cheekbones and dark bushy brows arch over warm brown eyes.
He would be entirely intimidating if it wasn’t for the wide smile he boasts.
“Ah, hey, Vanessa. Teddy mentioned you were coming over to watch a movie.”
He insisted I needed to start making regular appearances at his dorm or Jude would start to get suspicious. So here I am. Overnight bag and all—yeah, he said this had to be a sleepover, but his ass will be sleeping on the floor.
Jude closes the door and turns to me, his grin growing impossibly larger. His hands go to his narrow hips, and I feel my face heat with nerves. I never seem to know what to say to people that I don’t know well, and knowing that he went with Teddy all the way to where I grew up?—
“Thank you,” I blurt.
His brows furrow deeply. “Uh … for getting the door? Sure. You’re welcome.”
“No, not that.” I shake my head, frustrated with my awkwardness. “Thank you for … for what you did with Teddy. I…” I look down at my scuffed ratty pair of Sperry’s. I got them second-hand from a thrift shop and they belong in the trash, but I can’t seem to part with them. Forcing myself to meet his eyes, I say, “Thank you for what you did with Tristan.”
“Ah, shit. You don’t have to thank me for that. Sounds like that prick deserved to be taught a lesson.” His voice lowers and he adds, “I gotta admit, it was interesting seeing Teddy lose his shit like that. He’s such a chill guy, but he’s crazy fucking protective of the ones he cares about.”
“He cares about me?” The words tumble from my lips before I can stop them.
He gives me a puzzled look. “I would hope so. I mean, you’re his girlfriend.”
“Right.” I give a tiny laugh, covering my face with my hands. “Where is he anyway?”
“Shower.” He tosses his thumb toward the bathroom. “You can hang out here or his room if you want.”
“Oh, I’ll uh just go to his room.”
Jude points me to the right room, and I give him a smile of thanks as I drop my bag on the floor.
I spin around in a circle, taking in his room uninterrupted while I have the chance.
There’s the stereotypical Sports Illustrated calendar hanging on his door, but beyond that it’s nothing like I expected. The bed, gray and white bed covers and sheets, is neatly made. His desk is clutter free, with only his laptop, a notebook, and pen on top. There is a pair of jeans over the back of the desk chair and that’s the only ‘dirty’ thing about this room. I expected clothes all over the place, most likely unwashed, his bed a mess, and trash piling on the floor.
It’s such a contrast to his chaotic personality.
Sitting on his bed, I reach over and trace my fingers over dinosaur stickers adhered to his wall.
The bathroom door opens outside of the room, and nothing prepares me for the sight of a damp Teddy in only a single white towel.
Sweet baby Jesus, give me strength to resist this man.
Droplets of water cling to his impressive pectorals and abs, sluicing down and getting lost in the terry cloth towel. There’s a scar on his abdomen, jagged and what some might call ugly, but I find it fascinating. Scars have always drawn me in. The way I see it, they tell a story.
His brown hair is black with wetness, and green eyes are sparkling with barely withheld laughter when he catches me staring.
“Hey, Van.” His voice is practically a purr.
He closes the door behind him, and I ease off the bed. “I’ll step outside so you can change.”
He grins, that cocky adorable smile that makes my gut dip. “You’re my girlfriend. This isn’t anything you haven’t seen before.”
“Wh—” Before I can get the question out, he drops the towel, so it pools on the floor around his ankles. “Oh my God.” I slap a hand over my eyes, but not before I get a full look at his penis. His very large, surprisingly nice-looking penis. But Jesus Christ, if it’s that big when he’s flaccid, I can’t even imagine when he’s hard. There’s a small four-leaf clover tattoo in the dip of his V that no one would ever see unless … well, unless he’s naked.
Teddy chuckles, the sound warm and laced with humor. “It’s just a penis, Van.”
“That’s not a penis!” I shriek. “That’s a battering ram!” I drop my hand, not thinking, this time getting a shot of his perfect ass before he fully pulls up his sweatpants.
No. Fucking. Boxers.
He turns, his grin even bigger than before. “So, you’re saying it’s big?”
I blanch, lips parting. Crossing my arms over my chest, I stick my chin in the air. “No, no. That’s not what I meant. It’s not big. It’s average. Small even. It’s the Volkswagen Beetle of penises.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, baby, it’s so cute when you lie to me.”
My hands fist at my sides. “Don’t, oh baby , me.”
“Why not?”
I ignore his question. “And what the hell did you mean by having seen your penis before. Unless you’re having some weird ass sex dreams, I have not seen your penis.”
He chuckles, pulling out his desk chair and running the towel over his damp hair. “I didn’t mean in the literal sense. But since you’re pretending to be my girlfriend, it’s safe to assume Jude thinks we’ve had sex, and he’d get suspicious if you left the room.”
“Yes! But you didn’t need to just whip it out like that.”
“I didn’t whip it out. I took my towel off. My cock is kind of attached to my body in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh, I noticed.”
“I know you did.” God, I want to wipe that smug smile off his face. “And no, I don’t have weird sex dreams about you. Just normal ones.”
My jaw drops. “You, sir,” I point a finger at him, “need to stop that.”
He throws his head back and laughs uproariously.
“Why are you laughing?” I demand, hands on my hips.
“I can’t exactly control my dreams, Van.”
I frown. He’s right, of course, but I still can’t tell if he’s fucking with me or not. I decide to drop the conversation.
“What are we watching?”
“No, idea.” He picks up the jeans from the chair and puts them away. “You can decide. Remote’s there.” He points beside his bed.
I reluctantly pick it up and turn the TV on as he putters around his room, straightening things that are already neat and tidy. He hasn’t bothered to put a shirt on, and dammit if the sight of all that rippling muscle isn’t distracting as fuck.
Clearing my throat, I force myself to focus on the task at hand. After logging into my Prime Video, I go to the section with everything I’ve bought and bring up season one of Beverly Hills, 90210.
“Any boyfriend of mine, fake or not, needs to be well-versed in my favorite show. Plus, you remind me of Luke Perry.”
Teddy arches a brow. “I remind you of a 90s heartthrob?”
“You know who Luke Perry is?” I counter.
He chuckles and my nipples tighten in response to the husky sound. My body refuses to catch up with my brain on how I can’t be attracted to him.
He rolls his eyes playfully. “I know I’m a beauty, but there are brains here too.” He taps the side of his head. “Yes, I know he is.” He proceeds to start fluffing the pillows. “Do you care if I order pizza?”
“No.” I stand awkwardly in the center of his room, hands in my back pockets. “Pizza is always good.”
“Cool.” He picks up his phone and his eyes scan my body. “You should change into something more comfortable. I’d suggest the nude, but I have a feeling you won’t go for it.”
“You’d be correct.” I purse my lips, totally giving him a mom-glare. “I wouldn’t mind changing,” I admit, picking up my bag. I clear my throat. “You can leave.”
A slow grin spreads over his face, sticky and sweet. “Are you sure you want me to leave, babe?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat.
No .
“Yes.”
He smirks as he heads for the door but pauses when he reaches me, the scent of his body wash—woodsy and masculine—clinging to his skin. “I’ll leave, but just know that your eyes gave me a very different answer than your mouth.” He wets his lips with his tongue. “I’d like to see you use your mouth for far more … pleasurable things than lies.”
The bastard doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he slips out the door, closing it soundly behind him.
I quickly flick the lock before he decides to barge back in and find me half-naked. Pulling out my favorite pair of sleep pants with little cherries on them, a jog bra—with boobs as big as mine I’m not about to free-boob it in the presence of Teddy and Jude—and a tank top. I change as quickly as possible and stuff my backpack under his desk.
Opening the door back up, I poke my head outside the bedroom. Jude is reclined on the couch, but it’s almost comical how small he makes the couch appear. It’s not big to begin with, but with his height and musculature it looks more like a chair.
Teddy leans against the counter in the kitchen, smiling when my gaze finally lands on him.
“Pizza is ordered. You want a drink?”
I tiptoe out of his room, my heart racing with nerves. It feels … intimate to be hanging out in his space like this. Sure, he’s been to my dorm, but I was doing homework. We weren’t going to watch a show together and spend the night.
“Um, whatcha got in there?” I bite my lip as he opens the fridge.
“Zombie Dust, some blue Gatorade, orange juice, water, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, uh…” He squats down, moving things around. “A random ass Juicy Juice no idea why the fuck that’s in there. Some Coke—the drinking kind, not the nose candy one.”
I try not to laugh; it only encourages him. “I’ll have the Coke.”
He grabs a can and passes it to me, taking a water for himself.
“Come on, babe,” he smirks when I bristle at the endearment, “let’s watch your show.” He places his hand low on my waist, fingers rubbing idly against the skin exposed between my bottoms and tank top.
The touch sends a shiver up my spine, but I have to not pull away.
I feel like this entire night is going to consist of me, constantly telling myself don’t be suspicious , since we need to Jude to believe this relationship. I feel bad for deceiving his friends, but Teddy seems to think it’s necessary.
Settling on his bed, I cross my legs and hit play on the first episode of season one. The bed dips with Teddy’s weight as he settles beside me. “Do you want a blanket?”
“N-No,” I stutter. There’s no way I could be cold, not with him so close and the heat of his body practically like a furnace. No, I won’t be needing a blanket—not unless it’s to smother the flames of my stupid desire.
“Why do you seem so nervous?” He grins at me, clearly delighted that he has some sort of effect on me. “If you want to jump my bones, all you have to do is ask? Or don’t ask, just jump me.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “I thought you were going to keep the sexual innuendos to yourself from now on.”
“I’ve tried and failed.” He fluffs the pillow behind him, getting comfier.
“Try again,” I bite out.
“I mean, I’ll do my best, but anyone that knows me would think it was suspicious if I wasn’t my usual vulgar self with you.”
I exhale heavily. He always has to have a freaking point and it’s annoying. “Just … try to keep them to a minimum.”
“Do they make you uncomfortable?” He sits up, suddenly serious. His easy smile vanishes.
I rub a hand over my face. “Not … not uncomfortable. Just…” I search for the right words. “I know what this is and what it isn’t, and when you make comments like that, it confuses me.” I relax a little, satisfied with my answer.
“Look.” He rubs his stubbled jaw. “I know this isn’t real, and you don’t actually want to have sex with me.” His green eyes flicker over my face like they’re searching for something. “But my attraction to you? That is real.”
I think I stop breathing. My heart might even stop beating.
My fake-boyfriend, one of the hottest guys on campus, is admitting to being attracted to me?
I know I’m not ugly, that’s not where my surprise comes from, but in the back of my mind I assumed Teddy chose me to play this role because he wasn’t attracted to me and there would be no chance of him fucking up things further. I’ve chocked a lot of his innuendos up to this point as just him being his usual flirty self—not that he was genuinely interested in me in that way.
The problem with this relationship being a farce is that the lines are blurred between what’s for show and what’s reality, and it’s confusing.
“Are you okay?” He snaps his fingers in front of his face. “Do I need to perform CPR? I took a class in middle school, but I think I remember the gist. But then again, if I put my mouth on yours, your heart might stop all together from the pure perfection of my lips.”
“Get out of here with your nonsense.” I swat playfully at his shoulder. He flinches before my hand makes the light contact with his shoulder, and I instantly cover my face to hide my mortification. Dropping them, I gasp, “Teddy, I’m so sorry.”
He worries his tongue against his cheek. “No, I’m sorry. I knew you weren’t going to hurt me but I?—”
“You don’t have to explain.” My hands flutter around him, wanting to make this better, but I don’t know how.
It doesn’t matter that I was only being silly with him. He’s been abused by his father his whole life, a reaction like his is understandable.
He grabs my flailing hands, tugging me closer until I’m in his lap. “It’s okay, Van. I swear it.”
Tears prick my eyes, not for myself, but for him because no one should endure what he has. “I’m sorry.”
He cups my cheeks, rubbing his thumbs against my skin in soothing circles. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Sometimes I can’t help it when I’m caught off guard.”
A tear drops from my lashes onto my cheek, and I gasp when he darts forward, licking it away.
“D-Did you lick my tear?”
He smiles shamelessly. “Yes.”
“God, you’re so?—”
“Wonderful, amazing, out of this world?” He rubs his nose against mine. “I know.”
“Weird. I was going for weird.” I slip off his lap, settling onto his bed once more. I take a breath, getting my emotions in check. “Now watch the show.”
He chuckles, adjusting the pillow behind his back. “I like it when you’re bossy.”
“Forget weird, you are seriously disturbed.”
Of course, my statement doesn’t faze him a bit.
A little bit later he gets a notification on his phone and goes to meet the pizza guy at the dorm entrance. I pause the show while I wait, once again looking around his room. Sure, I’m being nosy, but I can’t help it. I feel like the things a person keeps in their personal space says a lot about them.
On the corkboard above his desk, he’s tacked up a few positive quotes that surprise me to see. There are some of those instant photos scattered around too. One with him and Zoey, another with Mascen, Cole, and him. There’s a third of Jude and Cree wearing those oversized glasses you get at a place like the Dollar Store. The only other photo is one of him and his mom when he’s probably only three or so. She holds him on her hip, smiling broadly at her little boy.
That one makes me sad, because I feel like genuine smiles like that were probably hard to come by in his childhood. No matter how his dad is, it’s clear his mother truly loves him.
“Snooping?”
“Ah!” I grab my chest, jumping back a foot from the desk to glare at Jude in the doorway. He sips one of the Gatorades. “Don’t do that!”
“I’m not the one being nosy.”
“I’m not,” I protest. “I’m looking , besides this is clearly in view; it’s not like I opened a drawer.”
“That was next, I’m sure.”
It was.
He flashes an amused smile and steps further into the room. “Oh, shit I love this show.” He points at the paused screen.
“You do?”
He shrugs. “My mom played reruns all the time. I kind of got sucked in. It’s addicting.”
The door into the suite opens and Teddy growls his displeasure when he sees Jude in his room. “You better not be hitting on my girl.”
Jude rolls his eyes. “I’m not slimy enough to go after my friend’s girl. I do have standards.”
Teddy snickers. “Prove it.”
“Mind if I hang?” Jude asks. “I was just telling Vanessa I love this show.”
Teddy eyes his friend curiously. “I learn something new about you all the time. I don’t care, though. It’s up to Vanessa.”
“What can I say?” Jude takes the pizza boxes out of Teddy’s hands and sits down on the bed without waiting for confirmation. “I’m full of surprises.”
Teddy turns to me, eyes glimmering with amusement. “You want me to kick him out?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Teddy sits down on the opposite side of his bed which forces me to be in the middle. The bed isn’t that big, so I end up with each guy plastered against my side. I start the show back up as Jude cracks open the top box.
“Ew, veggie pizza.”
“Don’t knock it.” I snag the box of my pizza from him. “I love it.”
“It has mushrooms on it.” He shudders dramatically.
“That one’s mine,” Teddy protests, reaching across me to try to confiscate the other box from Jude.
“No takie backsies.” Jude holds on tightly to the box.
“I didn’t give it to you. You stole them.”
“Share with your girlfriend.”
“I want my pepperoni pizza.”
Jude pulls out a slice, the cheese melty and gooey. “Mmm, delicious.”
“If Vanessa wasn’t between us right now, I would tackle you.”
I roll my eyes and swipe a slice of the pepperoni and hand it to Teddy. “Stop whining.”
“Thanks, babe.” He swoops in, kissing my cheek.
“You’re welcome, snookums.”
Jude snorts so hard that pizza sauce shoots out of his mouth from the bite he took. “Snookums,” he cackles. “What else do you call him?”
Teddy smirks, waiting.
“Mmm,” I hum, thinking. “He likes it when I call him Daddy.”
Teddy drops his bottle of water, wetting his lap. “Shit!” He curses, scooping it up and swiping at his very damp sweatpants that now cling even more to the shape of his dick.
Jude leans forward, grinning at Teddy. “I should’ve known.”
Teddy rolls his eyes. “I hate you guys.”
Jude holds his fist out to me, and I hit mine against it.
Quiet settles between us as we eat and watch the show. If someone had told me that at some point, I’d be sitting in Teddy McCallister’s room hanging out with him and Jude, I would’ve laughed in their face, but the world works in mysterious ways.
Just like my brain.
Because as I sit there between the two guys, their body heat radiating around me, my thoughts drift in a direction I’ve never ever allowed them to go before.
Of me knelt between two men, them worshipping my body and making every pleasure come to life.
I squirm uncomfortably from the pulsing between my thighs.
“Are you okay?” Teddy whispers in my ear. I give a shaky nod. “You’re wiggling a lot.”
“I’m fine,” I squeak, my voice dangerously high-pitched.
“I feel like you’re lying.”
“Well, I’m not,” I clip out, my tone short.
“Shush, I’m watching this.” Jude flaps a hand in our direction in a gesture to shut up.
Teddy scoffs at Jude’s bossy tone.
After three more episodes, Jude heads to his bedroom, and I excuse myself to use the bathroom and brush my teeth as I ready myself to go to sleep.
I’ve tried not to focus on the fact that I’m staying the night with Teddy, but now there’s no escaping it.
I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror—a bathroom, that while messier than Teddy’s bedroom, doesn’t boast pee on the floor or toothpaste stains in the sink.
Gripping the porcelain, I stare into my too-wide blue eyes.
“Get a grip. This isn’t a big deal. Stop making it into one. All you’re doing is sleeping.”
“Are you talking to someone in there?”
I squeal at the sound of Teddy’s voice on the other side of the door.
“N-No.”
“So, you’re talking to yourself then? Because you were definitely talking.”
“Leave me alone.”
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“You can wait.”
“No, I can’t.”
I swing open the door and glare up at him. “Why are you so annoying?”
“It’s part of my charm.” He brushes past me and grabs a lime green toothbrush off the sink, adding a dollop of toothpaste and then wetting it.
It’s way too small in the bathroom for both him and me, his body touching mine every time he moves. Crossing my arms over my chest, I say, “Everyone knows you wet the toothbrush then put the toothpaste on.”
He grins around the white suds in his mouth. Spitting first, he replies, “There is no wrong way. You just like to argue with me.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Is this foreplay for you guys? Do I need to wear headphones tonight?”
I spin around and collide with Jude’s bare chest—literally slam my forehead into his hard pectoral muscle. “Ow.” I rub my forehead, his big hands on my upper arms to steady me.
“Take your hands off my girlfriend,” Teddy growls behind me. He sounds legitimately pissed off and territorial.
Jude gives a lopsided grin as he lifts his hands in the air. “Headphones it is.”
He disappears from the doorway, and I swing back to face Teddy. He’s so close in the tightly enclosed space that I have to tilt my head all the way back to even look at his face.
“Possessive, much?”
There’s a hot, delicious spark in his eyes. He gives a low chuckle that has my nipples tightening against my shirt. He looks down, smirking when he notices the way my body reacts to him.
“Of what’s mine?” His voice has deepened and dammit if the sound of it doesn’t turn me on even more. “Hell yeah, baby.”
“I-I’m not yours.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Jerking his head toward his bedroom he says, “Get settled. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap, but then because I’m an idiot, I do what he asked.
I reason that I was planning on going to his room anyway.
Pulling back the bed covers I slip beneath the sheets. They smell freshly washed, and I narrow my eyes in suspicion that maybe Teddy’s room isn’t normally this clean.
Teddy returns to his room a few minutes later, closing the door behind him and grinning when he finds me laying in his bed with my stuffed octopus he got me for Valentine’s.
“Well, if this isn’t precious.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”
He laughs, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get this show going.”
My brows furrow. “You want to watch more?”
He laughs, scratching his smooth muscular stomach. “No, the one we’re going to put on.”
“What are you talking about?” I’m beyond confused and feeling more than a little stupid that I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“We have to make Jude think we’re having sex.”
“Uh…” I gape at him. “How do we do that?”
“The way I see it, we have two choices. We could do it the old-fashioned way and actually have sex. Preferably I vote for this option.”
“What’s the second one?” I grind out between my teeth, ready to hurl my octopus at his smiling face.
He shrugs, moving over to the bed. “We fake it.”
“What?”
“You know, bounce on the bed, some fake-moaning—maybe I’ll even slap your ass if you’re a bad girl.”
This time I do throw the octopus and he laughs, catching it easily.
Right. Baseball player.
He moves over to the bed, placing his hands on the mattress. He’s so close to me that I could count every individual eyelash if I wanted.
“Be nice to him.” He hands the octopus back to me. “He doesn’t deserve to have your anger taken out on him.”
“Then don’t make me mad.”
“But it’s so fun. Seriously, though,” he motions for me to scoot, “Jude will think it’s weird if we don’t have sex.”
“You have got to be kidding,” I grumble.
“Bet.”
I rub a hand over my face. “What do you want me to do?”
He doesn’t answer, instead, he grabs me and swings my body over his so that I’m straddling him.
“I like this view.”
“I should slap you.” I glower down at the too-hot-for-his-own-good player beneath me.
He wets his lips, flashing a crooked smile. “You just cried over barely swatting me. We both know you won’t slap me.”
“I hate you.” I go to climb off him, but his big hands settle on my upper thighs, his thumbs settling dangerously close to an area I shouldn’t want him anywhere near. Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“Having fake-sex with my fake-girlfriend. Or at least trying to.” He leans up, capturing my earlobe between his teeth and I gasp. “Come on, Van. Help me out.”
“I didn’t know when I agreed to this that fake-sex was involved too.”
“Just play along.” He doesn’t give me a chance to say another word before he starts moving his hips under me, the bed squeaking loudly beneath us.
Embarrassment pinkens my cheeks, and I cover my face. “I can’t do this,” I hiss. “This is mortifying.”
He stops moving and pulls my hands away from my face. “Yes, you can. Do you want Jude to think we’re crocheting in here?”
I giggle. “Do you even know how to crochet?”
“God no, but I do know how to do this.”
He rolls his hips again, and this time I moan and there’s nothing fake about it.
“Just like that.” He smirks, entirely too pleased with himself.
My hands settle on his bare chest. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He bats his eyes innocently like a dramatic damsel in distress. “This?”
The jerk does it again, and I can’t help the moan of pleasure that leaves me. Wicked, cruel, hard-headed, rich, bastard .
I open my mouth to tell him to go to hell, that I’ll jump on his fucking bed and make weird noises if that’s what it takes, but this isn’t necessary. Then his hands tighten on my thighs, fingers digging in with delicious pressure that not even the cotton of my pajama bottoms can shelter me from. Wetness pools in my core, my body always so quick to betray my mind. Another moan passes between my lips, and this time I’m the one rolling my hips against him.
More. I need more.
I rock faster, logic fleeing from my brain and hiding around the corner.
He sits up, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“Say my name, babe. Say it loud. I want everyone on this fucking floor to know you belong to me.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
We’re faking this. There is no penis in the vagina action. He’s not even technically touching me, but I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through our thin pajamas—the one I called Volkswagen Beetle sized but is more like monster truck—and damn if that isn’t enough to turn me on even more.
Now would be a good time for logical, take-no-bullshit-Vanessa, to make her return and ask him who the hell he thinks he’s talking to trying to tell me shit.
But lust-addled Vanessa likes the bossy tone in his voice.
Even strong women like to be bossed around from time to time.
I grab onto the hair on the back of his head, yanking him away from my neck. His eyes are glazed, and I’m sure mine look very much the same. It took no time for me to go from bitching at him to practically putty in his arms. Stupid hormones.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I force myself to say, but the breathlessness in my voice betrays me.
He gives a slow lazy grin, trying to lean in and kiss me, but I don’t let him get close enough. “You like it. Don’t even try to deny it.”
I do like it, and that enrages me.
I open my mouth to argue—it’s what I’m best at—but he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his. His eyes look surprised a millisecond before our lips touch, and I think maybe he didn’t plan on kissing me, but the moment we do neither of us tries to stop what happens next.
He kisses me deeply, tongue tangling with mine in a tantalizing way.
I’ve been kissed plenty of times, but none of them stack up against what Teddy can do.
He doesn’t just kiss, he fucks with his mouth.
My hands end up on his face, his stubble rubbing my palms, while his end up on my ass, grinding me into his erection.
He bites down on my bottom lip, then soothes the hurt with his tongue.
Soon, he has his wish, and I’m crying out his name, practically shouting it as I orgasm. He groans, fingers tightening on my ass until I’m certain there will be bruises left behind in the shape of his fingerprints. Wetness coats my inner thighs—combined with both of our pleasures.
Teddy’s lips are swollen, his eyes glossy with desire as we start to come down from our high.
I open my mouth, searching for words, but then on the other side of the suite Jude yells out, “Encore!” and I bury my face in the crook of Teddy’s shoulder, realizing silence is my best friend right now.