Faking It with the Frenemy

“You were risking your life. Or at least a kneecap.”

Wyatt laughs.

But I’m not really kidding. Wyatt went above and beyond to give me what I need. Unlike my mom—and most of my exes—he never once thought it was silly for me to want to be independent or earn my own money. I actually thought he might insist on giving me the money—it would have been easier and safer than confronting Dane.

But he didn’t.

Gratitude and something that feels like deep affection bloom in my heart. Everything that’s happened since we met again seems like a journey we’ve taken together. My helping him with Vi and the wedding, his helping me with the statue… We wouldn’t have gotten what we needed without each other.

True partnership, my mind says. You and him against the world.

It’s a new idea. Having a man who’s my cheerleader isn’t something I ever dreamed of. Maybe it’s because of the way my mom harped on men as source of money and material comfort and my refusal to accept it. But I love the idea of being with Wyatt—us leaning on each other and both being stronger for it.

We arrive at our apartment building. I walk with him into his place, pushing the door shut behind us. He places an arm around my shoulder, squeezing gently. I lean into him, loving the physical connection. It cements the team feeling and togetherness in a concrete way.

“Thank you,” I say, then turn to him, rising on my toes, and kiss him.

He kisses me back, his lips parting, his tongue probing. I flick his mouth, steal a taste of him that’s heady and glorious. I deepen the kiss, my hands on his shoulders, then traveling down his torso until I have them on his chest. His heart pounds against my palms, the beat fast and strong.

Mine races to match his; even in arousal, we’re in sync.

I tug at his shirt, untucking it. Then I reach down, undoing his belt and pants, while our mouths are still fused together. His cock is thick and hard in my grasp, hot and eager for me, and an electric pleasure starts to build, making my nipples bead and clit throb.

A deep moan vibrates in his chest, and I smile to myself. He has no clue yet what I have in mind for him. I want him to feel really good. Like, orgasm-blackout good.

I unbutton his shirt and trail kisses down every inch of skin revealed. He smooths my hair as though he can’t bear to not touch me. Something warm and sweet that’s beyond the searing sexual urge swells inside me, but I try not to think about it too much. I’m on a mission.

Finally, I reach his stomach. His abs are ridged, the skin taut. The muscles flex as I press my lips, then gently bite the spot below his belly button.

He makes a helpless sound, and heat surges inside me. I tug down his pants and underwear in one motion and his cock springs out, a drop of clear liquid beading at the slit. I trace the veins along the thick shaft with my fingertips, then with my tongue.

Wyatt’s breathing grows rougher, filling my ears and turning me on.

“You’re delicious,” I say, lapping the precum off him.

“You’re driving me crazy.” His voice is almost unrecognizable, with an edge I haven’t heard before.

“Mmm.” Gently, I pull him into my mouth. The taste of him fills me—salty and all Wyatt. I move my head, keeping my eyes on his face. His eyes are dark blue slits, and he watches me with the concentrated desperation of a man dying of thirst looking at a tall glass of ice water.

Every little twitch of his muscles, every groan spilling from his mouth, every erratic, uneven breath… They’re aphrodisiacs—hotter than anything I’ve

ever experienced. His unbridled pleasure drives me, makes me feel sexy as hell. Right now, it’s me giving him this bliss with just my mouth, and it’s me who’s making him feel so good.

I wrap my lips more tightly around him and move along his cock. The veins in his neck stand out starkly against the tanned skin, and he grits his teeth.

Oh no. You aren’t going to try to control yourself.

I run my nails lightly along his balls, while increasing the pressure around him.

“Ah, fuck, Kim!”

He throws his head back and pumps his cock into me, coming in my mouth. His muscles tense, the air in his lungs still. Warm satisfaction courses through me as I watch the orgasm twist through him, wringing him dry.

His chest heaves, and with deliberate care, he pulls away. Then he helps me up and kisses me hard. “Mmm.” He wraps his arms around me. “You know I can’t let you go like this.”

“Like what?” I tease.

“Turned on without any satisfaction.” He kisses me again.