Chapter 2
Chapter Two
HARLEY
As I exited the bathroom post-shower, I shot a disapproving glance at Ryker’s closed bedroom door for what felt like the millionth time since my hookup left earlier that afternoon. After locking himself in there for hours, it was clear he was deliberately avoiding me. Oops.
In my defense, I absolutely deserved it after my little exhibition performance. But honestly, how could I resist showing off when Ryker unexpectedly came home early and caught me mid-blow job?
Maybe I was projecting my desires, but I swore I saw the way his gray eyes were glued to the scene, his expression oscillating between confusion and something a hell of a lot hotter.
I definitely hadn’t imagined his hard-on straining against his pants or the way his face had flushed as he processed our little show.
And the audacity to ask me to pretend to be his boyfriend?
That was the shit my dreams were made of.
It was the first crack in his straight-guy armor I’d seen in ages, giving me hope that perhaps my feelings weren’t as one-sided as I thought. Maybe his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, and he was wondering what it would be like if we hooked up? Wasn’t that why he stayed to watch us?
If I were smart, I’d retreat to my room and let Ryker cool off for the night before we dissected the afternoon’s theatrics.
But no one had ever accused me of being smart, only of being a smart-ass, which didn’t count.
Instead, I tightened my towel around my waist and knocked on his door.
When I heard his muffled response, I pushed it open. “Hey.”
He shot me a dirty look from where he was propped up in bed, but the telltale flush on his cheeks didn’t escape my notice as his gaze lingered on my bare chest.
“We should probably talk,” I said, hovering at the threshold like a polite vampire waiting for an invitation.
He crossed his arms defiantly. “Could you at least put on some clothes first?”
I gestured at my bare body and then slid my hand from my waist to my chest, holding his gaze the entire time. “Why? Is this too tempting for you?”
“No.” His peevish denial would’ve been more convincing if he could actually meet my eyes.
“Then I guess I don’t need to change.” When he didn’t tell me to get out, I sauntered over and plopped down on his bed.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of my patchouli-and-lavender bodywash.
His sister had gifted it to me as a joke last Christmas, but it was a hit with every guy I’d ever hooked up with.
He sighed heavily, avoiding eye contact. “Really, Harley?”
“I wanted to check if you were okay.”
“Oh, and you thought showing up half-naked was the best way to assess my well-being?” He rolled his eyes, but his blush gave him away.
I grinned and began to undo my towel. “I mean, if you’d prefer me fully naked—”
“No!” He looked panicked at the mere possibility.
Since I couldn’t resist being my charming self, I shifted to let my towel slip dangerously high on my thigh. “Why not? Was I too sexy this afternoon?”
“Oh, god,” he accidentally muttered under his breath before clearing his throat. “Contrary to your ego, I wasn’t the least bit tempted to suck your dick. Sorry.”
My lips curled into a slow grin. “What about letting me suck yours?”
He shifted under the covers, propping his leg up like a shield. It was a cute, futile attempt to hide the erection I knew damn well our discussion was inspiring. “Nope.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Ryker huffed in annoyance. “Then that’s your problem.”
“Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious?” After being best friends for three years, I knew the answer was a resounding “yes,” even if he wouldn’t admit it.
With a snort, he shook his head. “No, I know what a blow job feels like. My sex life isn’t that dire.”
“Yes, but not one from me.” I locked eyes with him, watching his cheeks flush. “You’ve never had one from someone who has a dick and knows how to please it. Not to mention, someone with a mouth as talented as mine.”
He swallowed hard. When he spoke, there was a slight tremor in his voice. “The only thing your mouth is good at is getting you into trouble.”
“Let me put it to better use, then.” I reached out and ran my hand up his bent leg, covered by sheets. “You’ll get the added bonus of shutting me up. I know that must be at least a little enticing.”
He jerked away, forcing my hand off. “I asked you to be my fake boyfriend when we visit my family this weekend. Not my real one.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you,” I offered, praying like hell he agreed. “If it makes you feel better, it doesn’t have to be anything more than two friends engaging in a little mutual masturbation.”
“I’m not doing anything with you,” he insisted.
I grinned. “That’s fine. Feel free to lie back while I take care of you.”
“Will you stop?” He gave an adorably exasperated huff. “I’ve already thought about your dick enough for one day.”
That was an interesting admission. “And what exactly were you thinking?” I trailed my hand up my inner thigh, parting the towel even more to tease him.
“Stop making it weird.” He scowled. “Don’t make me regret staying to watch more than I already do.”
“You don’t have to regret it. Let me make it up to you instead.”
He hesitated before rejecting me again. “Nope, I’m not interested.”
“Liar.”
His huff ruffled his bangs, but I noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off me as a bead of water dripped from my hair down my neck. He shifted uncomfortably and licked his parted lips. Oh, he was definitely affected. “I am not. Sorry to break it to you, but you’re not that irresistible.”
I flashed my most charming smile. “Then why can’t you stop thinking about how good it would feel to hook up with me?”
“You’re so arrogant,” he complained, but his blush was a dead giveaway. “Do you really think watching you get a blow job was enough to change my sexuality?”
“No, but I bet it was enough to make you question it. And we both know this isn’t the first thing to do that. So, why don’t we explore it?”
He declared “I’m straight” with all the confidence of someone trying to convince himself more than me. “There’s nothing to explore.”
I shot him a look that said I wasn’t buying his bullshit. “Are you hoping that if you tell yourself that enough, you’ll believe it? Wouldn’t you rather satiate your curiosity with me? I promise I’ll take very good care of you.”
A shudder ran through him. “All I need you to do is convince my family we’re dating so they get off my back about going out with whatever woman of the week my mom finds. Pretending to fuck isn’t necessary.”
“You’re right. Pretending isn’t required when we could actually be fucking.
” I grinned as he hid his face in his hands with a groan.
The thought made my dick hard, which was less than ideal with only a towel on.
But I couldn’t help imagining how good it would feel to make him moan as I showed him what it meant to be loved by me.
“Come on, I know you’re dying of curiosity after this afternoon.
And if we’re going to convince your family we’re a real couple, we need to be as convincing as possible, right? ”
“We don’t have to fuck on a couch in front of my parents to prove we’re dating.” He shot me a warning look. “Don’t get any weird ideas. This is just to get me out of awkward blind dates. It’s not about me secretly being into you or anything.”
“I guess I’ll wait for the part where you’re openly into me.
” Having pushed my luck far enough for one night, I stood up to make a strategic retreat.
I relished the confused and disappointed expression that flitted across his face.
“Well, if you decide you’d rather come play with me than your right hand tonight, you know where my bedroom is. ”
He looked exasperated, but he grinned at my predictable response. “I think you’ve gotten off enough today.”
“Pffft, no such thing. I’m always up for it.”
“Oh, I know,” he said, his gaze pointedly drifting to my towel that was doing a shitty job of hiding my half-hard state.
“What?” I gave an unapologetic shrug. “You act like I’m the only one in this room with that issue.”
He sniffed disdainfully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, really? If that’s the case, why don’t you lower your leg and prove me wrong?” I smirked when he didn’t move. “That’s what I thought. We both know you’re pitching a tent under there. Don’t act like you’re better than me when you’re just as turned on.”
“I am not,” he grumbled, but his denial was as convincing as a toddler with a face full of crumbs denying they ate the cookies.
“Oh, so you’re more turned on? That’s hot as hell. Show me.”
He refused to give me the satisfaction of confirming my hunch. “Go.”
“Fine. Since you won’t let me take care of us, I guess I’m off to take care of myself.” I turned to give him a flirty wink as I reached his door. “Enjoy knowing this will be the third time today I’ll be moaning your name as I come.”
He blinked at me. “Wait, what do you mean third?”
Instead of answering, I gave him my best “you’ll be thinking about this later” smile and left, knowing it would drive him absolutely batshit.
For now, I’d settle for the satisfaction of knowing he’d be jerking off because of me.
I headed back to my bedroom, ready to indulge in fantasies of being with my best friend for real.
After all, it was my favorite way to get off.
That was why I had done it that morning, afternoon, and night.