Page 12 of Make-Believe Match

I was close—too close. Determined to make this good for her, I summoned all my willpower and forced myself to quit the jackhammering and tune in to her needs. Lifting myself off her chest, I snuck a hand between us and used my thumb on her clit, keeping my cock buried inside her.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered. Her eyes were squeezed shut. “I’m there. I’m right there again. The door is opening. I don’t know how you’re doing it.”

“Don’t worry about how.” Also hovering at the edge, I was more worried about when.

“Devlin.” Her eyes flew open and her hands clutched at my shirt. “I don’t even know you,” she panted. “Are you—are you a good person?”

“Yes.” Fuck, she was beautiful.

“Tell me something good about you,” she begged.

I racked my brain and came up with something I thought she’d like. (Something true, by the way. I’m notthatguy.) “I work with an organization that supports kids who’ve lost a parent,” I said quickly. “And I’m a counselor at their summer camp.”

“Yes!” she cried out, pulling me on top of her again. “Oh, my God, yes!”

Untethered by her words and hands and the way she moved, by the heat of her body and the way it clenched around me, by the illicit thrill of fucking a gorgeous stranger in the backseat on a hot summer night, I gave myself over to it, groaning through a long, surging climax until I was completely spent.

When my body had quieted, I lifted myself from her chest, which was rising and falling rapidly. “You okay?”

“Fine. Better than fine.”

“Good.” I paused. “What was all that about a door?”

Her expression turned sheepish. “For the last six months, it’s been like there’s a party going on behind a closed door, but it’s locked. I can’t get in.”

“And tonight you got in?”

“Twice.” She smiled. “So what now?”

“That’s up to you. I’d be glad to take you home if you want. I’d bring you back to my place, but I’m staying with my dad, which might be slightly awkward, given the amount of noise I’m imagining we’ll make.”

“Was I loud?” She sounded a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“Hey.” I tipped her chin up. “You were fucking perfect. My only regret is that I didn’t make you shatter the windows.”

“I have some windows back at my place,” she offered. “You could try again.”

I grinned. “Challenge accepted.”

* * *

Lexi decided to wait in the car while I went back into The Broken Spoke to tell my family I was leaving. After she got into the front seat, I made sure she locked the doors before hurrying back across the parking lot.

Inside the bar, I headed straight for the table. My brother Austin and his girlfriend, Veronica, were sitting there alone. “Hey,” I said, slightly out of breath. “I’m gonna head out. Can you drive Mabel and Ari home?”

Neither of them said anything at first. Then Veronica cleared her throat. “Sure,” she said, smiling as her eyes traveled over my hair and haphazardly tucked-in shirt. Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice the missing button.

“What the hell happened to you?” Austin asked. “Why are you so sweaty?”

“It’s hot in here.” I tried to sound casual.

“Your hair’s all messed up too,” he said, starting to laugh. “You look like you’ve been through a tornado.”

I tried to smooth it. “So you’ll drive them home?”

“I’ll drive them home. Where are you off to?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “I’m leaving with the brunette I saw earlier at the bar.”