Page 73 of Pretend to Love You


Font Size:

I hit confirm on the ticket purchase, quickly forward him the email, then pull him in for a hug. “I’m sorry, bro. Tell Cam we’re thinking of her.”

He nods brusquely before spinning around and going in search of our parents.

“He looks upset, is everything okay?” Lily’s arms slide around my waist, and I turn to let her into my arms, kissing her hair.

“Just some bad news about an old college friend of his. He’ll be okay.”

Lily’s smile falls. “Oh, shit. That sucks. I was just trying to figure out where you went with my beer.”

I wince. “Oops. Sorry, sunshine. Got distracted by Beck’s situation.”

She squeezes me tightly. “That’s fine, your brother is more important than my beer.”

Together, we make our way back over to the table and get her a fresh drink. We find an empty chair and I sit down, tugging her into my lap.

“Someday, this’ll be us,” I whisper, nuzzling into her neck, kissing the warm skin. “I’m gonna marry you, sunshine. You’re gonna be mine forever, okay?”

Her light giggle vibrates against my chest. “If that’s your idea of a proposal, it needs some work.”

I chuckle in agreement. “Don’t worry, when it’s for real, you’ll know it. I’m just telling you that’s my plan.”

“I like it.”

“I like you,” I rumble. “Actually, I love you.”

Lily tilts her head to give me more access, one arm lifting up to wrap around my neck.

“I love you, too. And just so you know, when it’s for real, I’ll say yes.”

Her promise makes every fiber of my being light up. “You have no idea what it does to me, hearing you say that.”

Lily subtly pushes her ass back into my pelvis, where she can obviously feel my cock starting to harden. “Oh, I think I have an idea. How soon can we get out of here, do you think?”

“Now. Right the fuck now.”

Keeping her in front of me, we make our way over to my parents and hug them goodbye. Mom tries to get us to stay, but Dad gives me a knowing smirk. Then we search for Kat and Hunter in the crowd and get a similar reaction when we say we’re leaving.

Not soon enough, we’re back at my apartment.

“I can’t wait to taste you, sunshine,” I growl, dropping down to one knee and pushing her against the door. I lift the skirt of her dress up and slide down the lace panties that are the only thing standing in my way. “Hold this.” I take her hand and make her hold her dress up because I want all access. As soon as she’s got it, I dive in, wasting no time before plunging my tongue inside of her. She cries out and her free hand grips my hair so tightly, the sting of pain only adds to my own mounting desire.

Changing my motions, I slow down, keeping the touch of my lips and my tongue light and soft. Teasing, instead of devouring. I want to keep her on edge as long as possible to make her climax that much more powerful.

I drag my fingers through her folds, swirling around her clit. Then I lift them to my mouth and lick them off. “Fuck, you’re sweet.” I lean back in and bite gently on her inner thigh, sucking just enough to leave a mark.

“Are you marking me?” she asks, her voice teasing, yet breathless with arousal.

“Damn right I am.” I do the same to the other side before finally going back to where I really want to be. This time, I’m not light with my touch. I suck her clit in between my teeth, letting them graze over the sensitive skin as my tongue plays with her outer folds. I can’t control my own arousal, so with one hand, I open my jeans and rub my cock while I thrust my fingers into her heat. The pulse of her body around me is driving me fucking insane.

She consumes all of me.

“Oh my God, right there!” Lily’s cries of ecstasy have me blind with pleasure as she clenches down, her pussy gripping my fingers as floods of moisture hit my tongue.

I lap up every goddamn drop. Only when she stops quivering do I slowly stand up, running my hands over her hips, up the side of her body until I can tangle them in her hair and kiss her. She doesn’t shy away, even though her pussy made a fucking mess of my face, and for some reason, that’s incredibly hot.

“Pretending to date you was a really good idea,” she says with a tired giggle. “Falling in love with you was an even better one.”

“Fucking right, sunshine.” I drop my forehead to meet hers. “But it was never fake for me. That morning I woke up with you in my arms after the wedding, a part of me knew even then that the most important thing in my life was no longer hockey. It was you.”