Page 130 of Faking It Right

Before I could catch my breath, he leaned down and began licking me clean. His tongue traced patterns through the mess on my stomach as he continued teasing my oversensitive hole.

“Mercy,” I begged, my voice breaking as he pushed me to the edge of overstimulation. “Harley, please. You’re going to kill me. My heart can’t take it.”

“But what a good way to go.” He took pity on me by withdrawing his fingers. “Fine, I suppose I can spare you. For now.”

He flopped down beside me, propping himself up on an elbow to admire his handiwork. His eyes traced over me with obvious appreciation.

“I know I should clean you up,” he said, trailing a finger through the mixture of our releases on my thighs, “but I love seeing you all messy and thoroughly fucked.”

“You’re such a caveman,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help smiling at him.

“Your caveman. Don’t pretend you don’t love it when I get all possessive.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t deny it. “You’re like a dog trying to mark your territory.”

“Should I pee on you to drive the point home?”

I shoved at his shoulder, laughing despite myself. “You’re disgusting.”

“Yet you let me do such filthy things to you,” he pointed out, looking pleased with himself.

“A decision I’m currently reconsidering.”

Harley snorted. “No, you’re not. You love my dirty mind almost as much as you love my naughty mouth.”

“Your ego is out of control,” I said, trying to sound stern but failing.

“It’s not ego if it’s true.” He traced patterns on my chest, his touch gentle now. “Besides, you knew what you were getting into when you finally admitted you wanted me. And now look at you, letting me fill you up with my cum like you were never straight.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Nope.” He popped thePsound, grinning widely. “It’s too much fun reminding you how wrong you were.”

“I officially hate you.”

“You love me,” he countered, pulling my hands away from my face to kiss me. “And I love you, even when you’re being a grumpy biscuit.”

The nickname made me laugh. “Stop, only Mom gets to call me that.”

“It suits you, you know. Sweet on the inside, a little crusty on the outside.”

“And whose fault is it I’m crusty on the outside right now?” I scowled. “I swear I’m going to smother you with a pillow.”

Harley’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Kinky. I’m down for trying breath play if you are.”

I shoved at him again. “You’re the worst.”

“Don’t forget, I’m also handsome, not to mention impossibly good in bed,” he corrected, pulling me closer despite my half-hearted protests.

“And impossibly modest,” I added dryly.

“That, too.”

I settled against him, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine despite the mess we’d made. We’d need to clean up soon, but I was content to bask in the afterglow with him. “She’s right. We should stay in a hotel next time we visit my family.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” Harley teased. “Scarring your sister for life is half the fun.”

“At least she didn’t barge into my room without knocking like last time.”

Harley laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest against my ear. “Silver linings.”

I traced my fingers along his collarbone, marveling at how natural it felt to be with him. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that every day. Though I think I’m the lucky one.”

“We can both be lucky,” I suggested, looking up at him.

His smile was gentle, a far cry from his usual cocky grin. “Deal.”