Fake Out (Fake Boyfriend 1)

“Except maybe how we can find room to fuck when all these stupid-ass boxes are in the way.”

Maddox tackles me to the ground. We haven’t had sex since the concussion, so he’s a little overeager. My head hits something hard, and I wince at the pain, but I don’t care. I want Maddox’s lips.

Before his mouth meets mine, he pulls back. “Wait. You’re not supposed to have sex with a concussion. No strenuous activity.”

“I just moved a shit ton of boxes.”

“And you have a headache. I can tell by the concentration lines in your forehead.” He trails the lines, and his fingers feel amazing on my skin.

“The headache’s because we haven’t had sex in years.”

He laughs. “Try a week.”

“Feels like years. It’s a mild concussion. I’m good to go. I promise.”

The smile Maddox gives me is innocent while his burning gaze is anything but. He presses his mouth to mine, but there’s only tenderness. And it’s over way too fast. “I’m going to be a good boy and wait until you’re better before I attack you.”

I let out an involuntary whine. I want him now.

He clamps his hand over my mouth. “We have forever, Damon.”

Even though I still want to jump him, his words settle in my chest. I smile up at the guy who’s become everything to me and relent, because how can I complain when he’s promising me something I never thought he’d give me?

“Forever?” I ask.

“Yes, Dik. Forever.”