I shook my head, feeling fully awake now. “He would charm his way out of something like that. I need a plan to get it through his head that this is over.”
Chapter Twelve
Elias
Fuck, he really is persistent.
Layne had kicked off her boots and was pacing. All traces of fatigue were gone from her face, replaced by determination. “The only way to get him to really understand that we are over is for him to accept that I’m with you. We need to convince him. Really sell it.”
Heat slid down my chest and lodged somewhere around my groin. The kiss we’d shared the night before had been hot. What more did she have in mind?
I glanced out the window. “He’s sitting on the porch.” He seems like a creature comfort kind of guy, so for him to brave the weather, he must really think he’s going to win this. “You sure you don’t want to get the cops involved?”
She chewed her thumbnail. Her eyes darted to the bed in the middle of the one-room cabin, then to me. A smirk sprang to her lips. “I have a better idea. Get on the bed.”
My dick jumped behind my zipper.
Had I heard that right?
Layne pulled off her jacket and moved towards the bed, then turned to face me. “Come on.”
I sprang into action, not sure what the hell I had just agreed to, but if it involved Layne and a bed I was, most definitely, interested.
I took off my snow boots and jacket and followed Layne, trying to keep my dick from getting hard.
“On your back,” she said, gesturing to the bed.
“Can I ask what the plan is here?” I said, even as I did what she asked. My head hit her soft pillow, and the floral scent of her surrounded me. If I let my brain run with it, I could so easily picture lazy mornings in this bed with her, not to mention heated nights.
She pulled my glasses off and put them on the nightstand.
“We’re going to pretend to be having sex. If seeing us kissing didn’t convince him, this has to. Are you okay if I straddle you?”
I all but choked at the question. “Yes,” I croaked.
Layne grabbed the throw blanket from the end of the bed. She threw her leg over my hip and settled her ass over my thighs before pulling the blanket over both of us. The blanket was huge and settled over not only our bodies but our heads too. “Why are we in a blanket fort?” I whispered.
“In case he looks in the window and sees we’re dressed.” The blanket rested against her head and cast an eerily pink glow in our little bubble.
I nodded. It was already getting warm under the blanket, and that was not helping me keep this in perspective. “Okay, now what?”
“Make sex noises, loud.”
This was hell.
This was torture.
What did I do to deserve this?
The woman I couldn’t stop thinking about was straddling me. If she moved up a little further, she’d feel me getting hard, and now she wanted me to pretend to be fucking her.
“Oh, fuck E, that’s so good,” she said loudly, in a breathy, strained voice.
Okay, I was wrong.Now,I was in hell.
How could I listen to her literally moan my name without coming in my pants like a teenager?
She poked me in the side, and I grunted. “That’s better,” she whispered.
