Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

She falls back on her bed. “You sound like my father.”

I wince. I pushed too far. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push. Just trying to understand so I know when I’ll be seeing you.”

She closes her eyes, and I know she’ll be asleep in seconds.

I want to know what she’s planning on doing with the money I gave her. Maybe then it will give me more insight into her.

“Other than sex, do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“I’m going to run.”

“But your ankle is still injured.”

“I have a doctor’s note saying it’s safe for me to train again. I heal quickly.” Her eyes and smile are bright again as she says it.

I smile and walk over to her. I pull her up so I can kiss her firmly. She melts in my arms, and I know I could convince her to sleep in my bed if I tried at all. But I’m going to respect her wishes and treat her like she’s a roommate. It’s the only way to convince her to sleep in my bed long-term.

I pull back, and she looks desperate for another kiss. Her body leans forward, and her eyes are still closed, waiting for another kiss that isn’t coming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow to train. I’ll enjoy kicking your ass, roommate.”

“I figured you’d be the type to get up at five am to workout,” I say, stretching as Larkyn sits on one of my barstools with her elbows leaning on my granite counter, sipping a cup of coffee.

Larkyn narrows her eyes at me. “I am. I’m surprised you’re up this early.”

I grin and pour myself a cup of coffee from the pot she left on. “I also happen to be a morning person who prefers to workout in the early morning hours before most people are awake.”

I lift my coffee cup to my lips. Larkyn doesn’t smile at me. Her lips turn downward before she yawns.

“Tired?” I ask.

She nods.

I smile.

“Why does me being tired make you happy?”

I smirk at her deviously as I walk over to her, and lean down by her ear to whisper, even though nobody else is in the house to hear me. “Because it means I’m winning.”

She scoffs and slams her coffee cup down harder than she intended to, and she winces. “Sorry. But you are not winning. I slept poorly on my first night in a new place. I always do.”

“You would have slept just fine if you were in my bed.”

She scowls and stands up pressing her tiny body against mine. “No, I wouldn’t have, because we would have fucked all night long.”

A slow smile curls up until it reaches my eyes. “You think I can last all night long?” I pause pretending to think. “You’re right I can. You would have at least had a more enjoyable experience than tossing and turning all night, dreaming about me.”

Finally, she takes a step back with a tiny smile of her own on her lips.

“What’s that smile for?” I ask, taking another drink of my coffee while I check her body out in her running shorts and neon pink sports bra. Her abs flex with every movement of her body. Damn, I’ve only been awake for five minutes, and I already want to fuck her. I’ve never needed sex as much as when I’m around her. I pride myself on being in control of my body, and not needing sex unless I choose it.

“Nothing, just realized that I’m winning.”

I frown. “It doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing.”

She holds her head high. “That’s because you’re too focused on trying to be as big of a jerk as possible until it pisses me off and I give in and want you to return to the charming man you were before. It’s not going to work. I prefer a challenge. I prefer to take care of myself. I don’t need you taking care of me or being nice to me. All I need is your cock at the end of the night.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Only at the end of the night?”