I pulled my hand away from his face so I could see his reaction. He was breathing like a steam train, cheeks puffing as he blew out hard, wrapping his legs around my waist and lifting his hips. I could’ve made it easier for him with a pillow underneath, helped him get that angle, but I was too far gone now.
“Come on, you sweet little cockslut,” I panted. “Shoot it while I’m fucking you. Show me how much that hole loves my dick.”
Tyler had gone deep red, his face screwed up in concentration, jaw clenched so hard his neck was all cords, slippery with sweat. I reached for his nipple, twisting it hard. He bucked so hard he nearly threw me off, his cock rubbing up into my belly as his eyes flew open in shock.
“Oh, sir,” he gasped out. “Oh, fuck—”
I felt a warm, wet deluge between us, thicker than the sweat that we were both covered in by now, and when the smell of it hit me I arched so hard I thought I might break my back, my dick pulsing and throbbing as my balls emptied out.
“Fuck,” I huffed, and collapsed heavily on him. “God, I’m so proud of you Blakely,” I panted. “You really did it.”
He started shaking again underneath me, but this time it was from laughter.
“Achievement unlocked,” came his muffled response.
I rolled over onto my back to let him breathe, and raised my palm in the air. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
Chuckling and panting, he slapped my waiting hand with his.
It took a while to catch my breath, but by the time I had, Blakely had not only stopped laughing, he’d moved into a more melancholy state. At first I thought it was just aftercare that he needed, but he kept sighing so hard, I figured snuggles weren’t working, and asked straight out what was wrong.
“You being Shane, instead of Damon. I just wish…” He left off with yet another sigh, but I knew now what he was worrying about. He was wishing we’d never come up with our crazy plan in the first place.
As for me, I’d made a few assumptions about this wedding. I’d assumed, for one thing, that we’d have a lot of time alone together, and now I saw how selfish that had been. I’d also assumed his friends would be jerks or losers, based on how reticent Tyler was about telling them his real situation. But they weren’t. Protective, maybe—but not assholes.
And most of all, I’d assumed that no one would get hurt.
There had to be a way we could get out of this situation.
“You know what? We should confess,” I said, and I felt such a sense of relief afterward that I knew it was the right thing to do. “Yeah. We should own up.”
Chapter 11
Damon
Tyler turned over to face me. “Is that…a great idea?”
I sat up, crossing my legs on the bed. I didn’t miss the way his eyes went straight to my junk, but he did manage to drag them up to my face after. “It was a bad idea me pretending to be someone else from the start,” I pointed out. “Your friends are cool, and it kinda sucks that we did this. Yeah, we had our reasons,” I said a little more loudly as Tyler started trying to justify it. “We did. But both of us have been feeling like it was a bad trick to play. It hasn’t turned out to be the light-hearted prank we were aiming for. Am I right?”
He couldn’t take it anymore, same as me. “Yeah,” he said, with a big rushing sigh. “I feel less like I’m getting away with something and more like I’m being a butthole to my good friends. This whole time they’ve been worrying about me getting hurt, and I’ve been lying to them.”
I nodded sagely. “We’ll tell them it was my idea.”
“I mean, it was your idea.”
“Yeah, and then you called me up and gave it the green light!” I snorted, but Blakely’s smirk was just as sexy and distracting as ever. “Fine, we’ll blame me.”
“Nah. This one’s on me. You can owe me.”
I put out a hand and he shook it. “We make a pretty good team,” I said.
“We do.”
I kept his hand in mine, wanting to push it further. I wanted to ask if we maybe could be a team, make things as exclusive as we were pretending they were. And I could see something in Tyler’s eyes, a soft glow that made me think we might be on the same page.
But it was late, and we were basking in the sex afterglow. It would be smarter to leave it for a time when our hormones and brain chemicals had returned to base levels.
Of course, around Tyler Blakely, my body was always going crazy…
