Page 11 of The Fake Out

I groaned and rolled over, only to hit a hard chest. I slid my eyes open in confusion. There was a man in my bed. A muscular man with a sleeve of tattoos on one of his arms and another woman’s name on his chest. He groaned and pulled me into his arms. That’s when I realized we were both still naked.

His eyes slid open sleepily. “What is that? Did we leave the vibrator on?”

I wanted to laugh at that being his first response too. Nope, I definitely remembered him carefully cleaning my vibrator last night before we had sex again.

I pushed out of his arms to slap my phone off. It was only nine a.m. on a Saturday, but I had spent all night with this hot hockey player, having wild sex until well into the morning. Holy fuck, he got off on using my vibrator on me, and then he agreed to being tied to the headboard while I rode him. Men usually hated that. This dude, oh boy, I was pretty sure last night had been the best sex of my entire life.

I didn’t like to let men stay over, but it had been super late by the time he said he was down for the count. I let him stay against my better judgment, but now I needed him to get out.

He pulled me back against his chest and wrapped his tattooed arm around my waist. He nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed me softly, like a gentle lover.

I sighed when my phone buzzed again, and I saw my brother’s name on the screen. I answered with a growl, “What?”

“Hello to you too, baby sis,” my brother chuckled on the other line.

“What do you want?” I snapped. I was so not a morning person, and Alex knew that.

“Can you come into the shop?”

“Are you serious?”

He sighed. “Andy called out sick again. I need you.”

I grumbled. “You know it’s my day off, and I’m running on a few hours of sleep.”

“Why?”

“Do you really want to know that your sister was up all night having marathon sex with a hot guy she brought home?” I asked. I ran a hand down my face, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

Blaise chuckled into his hand next to me.

“Ew!” Alex exclaimed. “But please, can you come in?”

“Give me a few hours. I need to shower, and it’ll take me at least another hour to get into the city.”

Alex grumbled on the other line. “Why do you still live in the ‘burbs?”

“I like my small town! And my rent’s cheap. I’m not moving in with you and your husband. I already see you two enough.”

I hung up on him without another word and ran a hand through my messy hair. I wanted nothing more than to ride Blaise’s cock again, but I had to shower and get my ass to work. Fucking Andy. I told Alex and Eddie hiring that kid was a mistake.

I swung my legs out of the bed and groaned again. I was so sore. This hunk of a man rode me to completion last night. I couldn’t remember the last time a hook-up left my entire body aching.

“Everything okay?” Blaise asked.

I shook my head and stretched. I saw his cock sticking up, especially as his gaze traveled down my naked body. His eyes looked hungry, and I had to bite my lip at his ridiculous body. I was so sore, but my pussy didn’t care; it wanted that cock inside it again.

“I need to get a shower and head back into the city,” I explained.

He sat up on the bed. “I can drive you. I need to get home, anyway.”

I shook my head. “No, that’s okay. You probably need to get going, right?”

“Nope. It’s the off-season. I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Oh…well I still need to get a shower.”

He gave me a cocky grin. “You want some company?”