Fake Out (Fake Boyfriend 1)

Maddox grins. “Good.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MADDOX

While I pull my pants up and tuck myself away, Damon watches me with a satisfied smile on his face even though he’s not the one who got off. “What?” I ask.

“They’re gonna know. Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re all loose. Dead giveaway.”

“Well, coming hard does that to a guy. Why are you smiling wider?”

He steps forward. “Because I like that I’m the one who did it to you.” When his lips find mine, they’re soft and tentative, so I force my tongue into his mouth to harden the kiss, but he groans and pulls away. “Don’t start or we won’t be leaving this room.”

“I’m totally okay with that.”

“We should make sure my friends aren’t grilling Matt.”

“Oh shit. I kinda forgot I dragged him here.”

When I head for the door, Damon stops me. “I really am sorry. I saw the tabloid photos, and it drove me crazy.”

“I’m not the one you should apologize to. If you and Matt are going to work together—”

“I’ll go apologize now.” Damon kisses me one more time, and instead of the cringing, itchy feeling I normally get after a hookup—not in the STD way but the I-need-to-get-out-of-here way—all I want is more. All I want to do is go downstairs, say goodbye to everyone, and take him home.

Our fingers intertwine, but as soon as we reach the stairs, he lets go. “We don’t need to give them any ammunition.”

Even though we aren’t touching, that doesn’t stop the intrigued and smug looks we get from everyone when we rejoin them. I try to ignore them and not give anything away, but my cheeks still have that post-orgasmic burn, and I worry they’re fucking glowing.

“Okay, let’s try this again now someone’s not a cranky asshole,” I say and approach Matt and Noah where they’re talking in the living room nook. “Damon, this is Matt. Matt, Damon. Hey, Matt Damon. That’s funny.”

Damon manages a smile and holds his hand out for Matt. “Hey. Sorry about earlier. As Maddy said, I was a cranky asshole.”

“Maddy, huh?” Noah taunts. Damon ignores him.

Matt gives Damon a chin lift and shakes his hand. “Maddox has told me about you, so I get it. The tabloids have made us out to be a couple, and it’s kinda shitty considering all Maddox is doing is trying to help me.”

“Yeah, you’re having issues with your current management team?” Damon asks.

Matt looks from Noah to Damon and then stares at his shoes. “Uh, yeah. Ever since my … news broke.”

“On that note,” I say, “Noah and I are going to get a beer while you guys talk shop. Lead me to your kitchen.”

I follow Noah, and he hands me a beer from his fridge.

“You found a way to make Damon apologize?” he asks.

Why, yes, I put my cock in his mouth. “Uh …”

“You might have to tell me your tricks, because he’s a stubborn son of a bitch usually.”

Yeah, I won’t be telling Noah to do it my way. I shrug. “I explained the situation and told him he was wrong.”

“And that worked? Damn, my friend has it bad.” Noah corners me against the bench, crossing way too many human decency boundaries, and I’m about to push him off me when he speaks low. “I’ll lie if you ever repeat I said this. As you’ve probably been told, I don’t have many friends, but Damon’s one of the few good ones. So, treat him right, okay? Be upfront with him if you’re … having doubts.”

My eyes narrow, and I take a stab that he knows about Damon’s hang-ups. “I’m not ashamed to say I want him.”

Noah steps back. The intimidation is gone as he says, “You a Call of Duty man?”

“Uh …” I take a second to recover from my interrogation. “I’m in.”

We kick off Wyatt and another guy from the game, and Noah sends them on a beer run seeing as I’m apparently drinking the last one. Damon and Matt stay in the corner, talking in harsh whispers. The concentration line on Damon’s face is hot as fuck. It’s weird to think ten minutes ago that same guy had his mouth wrapped around my dick, but staring at Damon from afar, one thing is clear. I want more. A lot more. I don’t think I’ve come that hard since … probably since I lost my virginity to Chastity and blew in like twenty seconds flat.

“Concentrate.” Noah’s voice snaps me to attention.

I don’t know how long Noah and I play, but people come and go behind us. I’m vaguely aware of greetings and goodbyes.

“I’m out,” another voice says behind us. Don’t know who it is, and I don’t bother looking. Noah and I are too busy commandeering a chopper and killing bad guys, because we’re motherfucking badasses.

“Go, go, go,” Noah yells at me.