Real Fake Love (Copper Valley Fireballs #2)(65)

So yeah, I’m kissing Henri.

I’m kissing her to make up for every damn book release she’s ever had that the rest of her family forgot.

I’m kissing her because she needs to know that she matters as a person with her own hopes and dreams and purpose, which isn’t to be there for everyone else.

I’m kissing her because I like her books. They’re hundreds of pages of laughter and joy and the best kind of utter ridiculousness.

I’m kissing her because she tastes like dessert and she feels like home and kissing her makes me see an entire new side of the world that I never would’ve known existed if she hadn’t come into my life.

And the longer I kiss her, the more I want her.

Not as the woman who’s easy and here.

But as the woman who’s been the ray of light that showed me how dark my life has been up until this exact moment.

She’s not my forever. She’s my first step toward a new tomorrow.

And I don’t know if that makes me one more asshole using her, but I know I don’t want to think about tomorrow when she’s here, kissing me like I’m the last man on earth and the fate of our very existence depends on the two of us getting it on right now.

I claw my shirt off as she’s tossing hers across the room. She dives for the button on my jeans while I reach for the clasp of her bra.

God, her breasts are magnificent.

And if my junk did shrink at any point in this Eye-ing process, it’s not having any problems growing back to its normal size today.

And then some?

Yeah.

Definitely and then some.

I shuck my jeans and boxer-briefs.

Henri wiggles out of her pajama pants.

“Condom!” she shrieks.

I grab the spare from my wallet, and then we’re rolling on the bed again, kissing and touching and petting and exploring until I’m on my back with tangled sheets making a weird lump under my back and my head hanging over the edge of the bed while she centers herself over what’s quite possibly the proudest woody I’ve ever had in my life.

“Oh, god, Luca, tell me to stop,” she pants as we both stare at the tree trunk growing out of my pelvis.

“Have you ever had release day sex?”

“Not for release day sex’s sake.”

“Then no way I’m telling you to stop.”

“But—”

“Henri, I swear to fuck, if you don’t ride me right now, I’ll never forgive you.”

Her eyes go wide, and then she’s laughing as she lowers herself, taking me deep inside her while her eyes cross and my body shudders with the otherworldly, intoxicating sensation of being squeezed by Henri in the most intimate way.

“Oh, god, Luca,” she whispers.

I grip her hips while she pumps them and I thrust up into her, both of us shaking the bed and making me slide more off the edge, shoulders first, with every roll of her hips, until I’m on the verge of coming inside her while clenching my abs to keep myself from falling off the bed, and I don’t know if it’s the precarious position making my cock harder and more primed than I’ve ever felt it, or if it’s Henri yelling at my family for me, or if it’s pre-game jitters, but every time she gasps my name or tells me I’m so big or that I feel so good inside her, all the sensations from the pit of my stomach to the tip of my dick are so intense, I believe this could make me go blind.

“Henri—” I grit out.

“Oh, god, Luca, I’m there,” she gasps. “I’m…right…there.”

Dogzilla yowls in what’s either pain or pleasure, but the noise fades as I pump into Henri once more, and her pussy suddenly squeezes me so tight that everything inside me bursts open, and she screams my name while I groan out hers and Dogzilla yowls again, and the hotel room explodes in a burst of color, and lights dance behind my eyes, and everything’s spinning, and then Henri’s screaming again, except this time, she’s also sliding off my hard-on, and everything’s upside down, and my head’s hitting the floor and she’s skidding over my face, breasts first—glorious, glorious titties—as she shrieks and reaches for something to hold onto while we fall off the bed, and her cat’s yowling and oh, fuck.

Where is the cat?

My balls are exposed, and I’m both squished in this weird upside-down position with Henri plastered crooked across my shoulders and face, and also on an orgasm high that’s rapidly crashing into a suddenly very real fear that her cat is the type who likes to play with a stick and balls.

Henri tumbles off me and rolls to the side, getting stuck momentarily between the bed and the AC unit before she finishes a somersault and comes up on her knees.

“My dick,” I crow as I cover the family jewels and pull my legs in, which makes me tumble backwards into a yoga pose that’s probably not good for a beginner.

“Oh my god, did I break it?” she gasps beside me.

“It’s not a toy!”

“I thought you wanted me!”

“I did! It’s not a toy for your cat!”

“My cat doesn’t like dick!”

I stop and peer at her, which isn’t easy when I’m contorted like a pretzel and she’s Henri, which means she’s flying over the room to rescue her cat, but I can see her bending over, with her bare ass, and that glimpse of her glistening wet pussy, with her breasts dangling too, and fuck me, I’m getting hard again.