Page 76 of For the Fans

The lie tastes sour on my tongue. In my mind, it’s the truth. But it doesn’t feel that way, and my stomach rolls. I feel like Avi can tell I’m lying, though I’m not sure how, but it’s tripping me up even more.

“Fine.” His fingers trace the lines of my abs. “Whatever you gotta do, superstar.”

Suddenly, he grabs my forearm and flops backward, yanking me until he’s lying on his back and I’m on top of him. I go to pull away, but he grips me tighter, moving my arm until my hand is on his chest.

“Go ahead.” He settles beneath me. “Pretend.”

“I… I can’t…” I’m flustered to the max right now. I don’t even know how to do this…I don’t think I can.

My eyes slink to the camera, but Avi grasps my chin, twisting my face back. “Don’t think about that. Just close your eyes and pretend I’m her.”

“But you’renot,” I hiss, feeling flush in my face from how close we are… The position of my knees on either side of his thigh.

The fact that there’s no pussy or tits in the general vicinity… Only a dick attached to my least favorite person in the world.

“Come on… You’reKyran Harbor.” He smirks. “I thought you backed down from nothing.”

He’s right. I hate it, but he is.

I refuse to let this stupid fucking situation I’m in beat me down.I’ve been fighting since I was a kid, and this is no different.

Channeling my nerves into fuel, the same way I do on the field, I close my eyes and lower myself over him.

Shakily, my hand slides up his chest. It helps that his skin is smooth and warm, though all I feel beneath its surface are boulders of muscle, like my own. It’s strange, and when our chests meet, I feel his tautness brushing mine in the most unexpected of sensations.

I’ve only ever felt tits on my chest. As curved as his pecs are, they’re not tits, and I’m painfully aware of that fact as I seal us together. But I ignore it, grinding myself into him slowly.

I can feel him breathing, his heart rapping against my chest as I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and move my lips to his neck. They rest there for a moment, but when his Adam’s apple dips in a hearty swallow, I have to move away, because it’s too real.

He’s too much of aguy, and it’s too obvious for my brain to ignore. Taking on a new tactic when his head turns, I go for his earlobe, sucking it between my lips.

This is something I can do to pretend he’s a girl…

But he lets out a rumbly sound, and I stiffen.

“Don’t make that noise,” I whisper sternly, flicking my tongue in his ear, sucking the lobe again until he squirms beneath me.

“I can’t help it…” His hands glide onto my shoulders. “It feels good.”

A twitch happens between my legs. I don’t want it to, but it does, and it turns my stomach some more.

“I felt that…” Avi chuckles.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl and bite his ear.

Another twitch happens on my dick… But this one didn’t come from me.

“You’re so fucking gay.” I press my hips down, and he breathes a ragged groan that stiffens my erection against my will.

“Say that with my cock in your mouth,” he rumbles, giving my shoulders a gentle push.

Pulling back, I glare at him. “Not gonna happen.Ever.”

“I think it will…” He bites his lip, eyes falling to my mouth. “For the right price.”

“No.” My stomach twists up like a pretzel, chills sheeting my flesh.

Despite how burning hot I seem to be, my nipples are bunched up and hard as stones, brushing on his, until I shudder. He smirks, fingers gliding up my neck into my hair while I scowl.