39. THE ONE WHERE HE MEETS HEX #2
Joey tenses, picking at the edge of my button up. “It’s weird. Being in front of someone as Hex. I don’t feel as confident as I did when no one knew it was me…” She trails off, looking away.
I bring two fingers to her chin, angling her face back to me.
“It’s just me. An immature twenty-five-year-old who still laughs at penis jokes.
” I never want Joey feeling uncomfortable to do, say, or be anything in front of me.
“Remember who’s out of their league here…
It’s not you, Joey baby. If anything, you should be disappointed in yourself.
” I cross my arms and look down my nose at her.
“Excuse me?” The bottom half of her face is uncovered, her painted lips parting.
I point at myself. “Me? Of all people? You could do better. It’s literally in my tour name. I warned everyone. The Mid-West: Because You Could Do Better Tour. Cause I’m mid, but also it’s a play on being from the Midwest which is an excellent pun if you ask me.”
Joey gives me an exaggerated eye roll. “Oh, stop. Look at you.” She motions with her hand to my shirtless torso.
“Look at you,” I return. “Joey, you’re literally the coolest person I know. You’ve probably got the IQ of a genius, which genuinely scares me. You have a Master’s Degree from Harvard. You were the Vice President of a company.”
Joey shakes her head. “No, just of social media. Not the whole company.”
I uncross my arms and shrug that off. “Semantics.” I’ll list everything I love about her if she needs me to. “You’ve created a space for women to feel confident in what they read. You might be the only person in the world to understand algorithms.”
She gives me a smile. The tiniest of them, but it’s better than nothing.
I reach out and twirl a curl between my fingers, dropping my hand before speaking.
“Hex exists because you do. Not the other way around. None of those things have changed since people found out who the woman behind the mask is. Kinda makes her cooler if you ask me.” I wink at Joey, hoping to relax her.
And myself… Cause god, on top of it all, she’s so fucking hot, and I am not worthy!
I know there are at least three million people who would love to trade places with me. “Now, get over here and start bossing me around. You know I love it when you’re a little bit mean to me.”
I gave the best pep talk ever, one any coach would be proud of. One that would send a strong team into any game with confidence—one that would bring home the damn trophy!
And then we fumble. Hard.
Joey trips. I come in late. The music malfunctions. One of my rings gets stuck in her hair. She takes too far of a step back and almost pokes my eye out with her horn.
After over thirty takes, Joey groans, plopping down on the couch with a frustrated huff. “Why does this feel so awkward?” She pulls her mask off, revealing the beautiful face behind Hex.
“Because we’re trying to act.” I sit on the edge of the coffee table, taking a long chug of water.
“We are acting,” Joey retorts.
“Acting what?” I fire back.
“That we’re together and you’re fucking Hex.” Joey holds her hand out for my water bottle. She takes a sip, and I watch her deep red lips—obviously.
“I am fucking Hex,” I say casually, a giddy wave of excitement over saying it out loud making me smile.
She closes the top to the reusable bottle and passes it back to me with a scowl. “You’re fucking Joey.”
I widen my eyes and wiggle my head. “Same person.” Sighing, I stand and hold out my hand.
“Come on.” She takes it and follows me back to our filming spot before letting go.
“No camera. No mask. Just you and me.” I back myself up to the cold window, fighting through the chill.
Patting my lap, I draw a circle with my nose, telling Joey to turn around.
She does quietly.
I yank her against me, burying her ass into my lap. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
My whisper makes her shiver. “Wh-what?”
Leaning in closer, I wrap my arms around her, palming her thighs. “Relax. We’re not acting, Joey. We really are this fucking crazy about each other.” I kiss where her collarbone and neck meet, one on both sides.
I feel the goosebumps before she lets loose a breath of air, relaxing into my touch. She even wiggles her hips, grinding softly against the arousal I’ll never be able to hide in these pants.
I’d done so well all night, managing not to pop a single boner, but now that she’s settling into my touch and not acting like it’s physically hurting her, I lose all hope.
Joey grabs one of my hands from her thighs, bringing it a short distance to her lower stomach. She reaches for the other, sliding it up her entire torso, over the tits spilling out of her corset, and leaves it around her neck, right at the very edge of her jaw.
My hands are now in the exact positions they should be for the video.
I apply pressure at her throat, a peep of pleasure escaping at the same time she rolls her ass against my growing erection. “I’m not acting. This”—I drive my hips forward—“Isn’t acting. I want you.” I spin her around, her hands landing on my bare chest. “Hit record.”
Her mask’s still on the couch where she left it. While she readies herself and the phone, I grab it, returning to my starting place. The once cold window feels good against my heated skin now.
I hold her mask out.
She smirks, almost nervously. “You don't wanna put it on for me?”
Jesus Christ, she’s trying to kill me. I think I purr like a fucking kitten. “God, yes.” I pull her by the wrist, spin her into place, and slip the mask on from behind, adjusting until she’s comfortable and her hair looks good.
She bends down, pressing much harder than necessary into my cock. Joey’s holding the book prop when she stands up. “Ready?”
I kiss down her neck. “So ready.”
The countdown starts, and before the music begins, Joey lifts the book, cracking it open to hide us from view.
On cue, with the hand on her lower abdomen, I reach forward and reveal us behind the book. Hex is in frame, completely visible down to mid-thigh.
I’m behind her, my hand around her neck, tilting it to the side, but nothing above my lips show. If the collaboration post doesn’t make it obvious enough, my tattoos will be a dead giveaway.
Whether she means to or not, Joey rolls her hips at the same time we’re supposed to end the short video, rubbing her ass against the erection straining uncomfortably against my pants.
It’s almost painful how turned on I am.
I inhale a sharp breath, my hand at her stomach dropping to her hip. I lower my lips to her ear, pressing a single kiss to the corner of her jaw.
She reaches for the strap at the back of her head, but I grab her hand. “Leave the mask on, Hex baby.”
Joey shudders a breath, followed by the beep of the finished recording.
As if that were the buzzer to the end of a grueling game and we fought our way to this very moment with everything we had, I don’t waste another second not kissing her. I spin Joey around and our lips crash together.
The sugary taste of her mouth sends me into a frenzy. I shove the white button up off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor while she works the first few snaps of her corset free. Her tits spill out, and at the same time I drop to my knees, I’m also switching our positions.
Joey gasps when her back hits the cold window, goosebumps scattering across her skin. I bite down hard enough to know she’ll bruise in the inkless spot near her inner thigh. She moans, driving her hips forward.
I rip Joey’s cheeky crimson lace bottoms on the way down. I’ll buy her a million more pairs if she wants, but I don’t give a single fuck about them right now.
My patience ran out about two hours ago when I walked in and saw Joey in this outfit. I prop her foot on my shoulder and spread her open wide. I groan a content sound, palming my aching cock again, hoping to relieve some of the pressure building in my core.
Licking my lips, I sink my mouth to Joey’s pussy, burying myself between her legs.
The penthouse is big, and we’re alone. Her moan vibrates her entire body. “West.” The muscles in her abdomen twitch, and she squeezes her breasts between her palms, pinching her nipples before abandoning them to tangle both hands in my hair.
I find the perfect rhythm with my tongue, not bothering with my ring scattered fingers. When I suck her clit between my lips, Joey plummets into an orgasm without warning.
Looking up to watch Joey come in her Hex mask, quivering muscles, shaking legs, and the sound of my name puts me in a state of euphoria. Standing, I share the taste of her sweet release with a kiss worth a million words.
Her hand grips my dick through my pants, sending a chill from my head to my toes. I flip Joey around, sandwiching her between the window and my body, leaning into her ear. “Now we’re gonna take the mask off so I can fuck you for all of Baltimore to see.”