Page 27 of The Purest Fake

“ I ’ve been struggling with some things lately, and I thought you and I should have a talk,” I say.

“Well, that doesn’t sound good.” She rolls from my chest, flopping down to her back on the mattress.

“Get back up here,” I say, patting my chest.

She audibly sighs. “I prefer not to be all lovey dovey when you give me the bad news.”

“What are you talking about?” She’s not making any sense.

“I’m assuming you want to end our arrangement.”

“What made you think that?”

“I don’t know. Just a gut feeling. You said you were struggling with some things, so I figured our arrangement must be one of them.”

“Scarlett, please get back up here and lie on my chest.”

“Fine.” She moves over, draping herself over me. My arm closes around her, holding her in place, so she can’t disappear on me again.

“I’m having a hard time coming to grips with your logic. You really think after I just devoured your pussy, I’d want to end things with you?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Come on. There’s no way you should be thinking worst-case scenarios after what we just did together.”

“Then what do you need to talk with me about?”

“I’ve enjoyed every minute you and I have spent together,” I tell her.

“So have I.”

“Just hear me out and then you can say whatever you want.” I take a deep breath and continue, “You effortlessly slid into my world and everything snapped into place like I was missing a piece and never even knew it. And now that you’re a part of my life, I can’t imagine being without you. I don’t want to go back to my pre-Scarlett life.”

“What are you saying?” she asks, pressing for clarification.

“I’m trying to tell you I’m falling in love with you.” I can tell from her stunned expression, my confession was unexpected.

“You mean it?” she asks.

“I do.”

Her lips spread, then part in a wide smile. “I’m falling in love with you too. I tried not to, but I couldn’t stop it from happening.”

“That only leaves one thing to do,” I say.

“Have sex?” she asks.

I chuckle. “Okay, it leaves two things. The first one involves a question I need to ask you.” I pause, making sure I have her full attention. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

An excited squeak slips from her. “Yes! I will!” Shifting positions, she climbs on top of me and slams her lips to mine for our first kiss as a couple. My hands wander over every inch of her, hungry for the feel of her gentle curves and smooth skin. When we finally part, we’re both flushed and breathless.

I clear my throat. “I guess the only thing left now is for us to have sex,” I say, winking.

“Nope. I thought of one more thing we haven’t done yet.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

“I haven’t given you a blow job.”

“How did I forget about that?” I scratch my head. “I bet that never happens again.”

“I can guarantee it won’t,” she boasts, as if she’s the queen of giving blow jobs, and my dick gets even harder.

“I’m looking forward to finding out exactly what your mouth can do but it’s going to have to wait. Right now all I want to do is slide my cock inside you and make you officially mine.”

“And my vagina will be the only one your cock will ever know,” she states, grinding her pelvis into my erection.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea.” She maneuvers herself from lying on top of me to kneeling on the mattress beside me. Her fingers deftly undo my belt and pants. I raise my hips, helping her as she yanks my dress pants and boxers from my legs. My socks are removed last, leaving me lying completely naked in front of her.

She licks her lips. “You’re so freaking sexy.” Her fingertips skim over my stomach, then slowly trace out the shape of my abdominal muscles. “I really want to suck your dick right now but I’ll behave.”

“Christ. Your mouth is unreal.” I feel a bead of pre-cum drip down the head of my cock.

Scarlett encloses me in her grip, using her thumb to spread the moisture around. I groan. “That feels amazing.” She slowly pumps her fist up and down until my teeth gnash together.

Having her hands on me is too exciting. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come, and I don’t want to until I’m inside you.”

“Then I guess we better get to it,” she says, straddling my lap.

She rubs her pussy all over my cock. I feel her soft, wet lips as I slide back and forth between them.

Gripping me in her hand once more, she positions herself over me. Her eyes lock on mine as she slowly slides down my length. We both groan at my intrusion inside her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck.” My hands clutch at her hips and then latch on to them. “You feel amazing.”

One at a time, her hands grip the wooden headboard and she starts to move, rocking her hips like she’s riding me on an ocean wave.

“So do you,” she breathes.

Watching her sensual movements and feeling the way her inner walls grip me is overwhelming and testing the limits of my restraint.

“This is perfect,” I whisper. “ You’re perfect.” I run my hands up her legs to the juncture between her thighs and gently circle her clit.

Scarlett moans, throwing her head back with abandon, her long, dark locks cascading down her back.

Thrusting upward on every one of her downward strokes, I drive myself deeper. At the same time, my fingertips continue strumming the bundle of nerves.

“Cooper,” she gasps, her lips parted in pleasure and her eyes heavy lidded. “Close.” Her movements become more urgent, her breasts bouncing as she rides my cock. I’m mesmerized by the wild-haired goddess above me. I increase the pressure and speed of my fingers, and say, “Let go, Scarlett.”

Her legs tense and then shake as she unravels above me. “Oh!” she cries out, her inner walls rhythmically squeezing my cock.

I groan as my orgasm nears. I’ve never felt anything like being inside Scarlett. It’s almost too much pleasure to bear. Her body was made for mine.

I thrust a few more times before I’m hit with the most forceful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My fingertips dig into her hips as pleasure captures me in its grip and my cock empties inside of her.

She drops down on my chest, panting as hard as I am. I slip my arms around her, drawing her as close as possible.

“That was incredible,” I say.

She props her chin on my chest and smiles up at me. “I agree.” She swirls her fingers over my chest like a doodling pen. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“It was…” I trail off, trying to find the right words for what we just shared. “It was more. So much more than I imagined.” I cup the side of her face, sweeping my thumb over her cheek. “I love you.”

She leans into my touch. “I love you too, boytoy.”

The first thing I notice as I stir to wakefulness is the streams of morning sunlight coming through the slits in the blinds. The second is something warm and wet making a languid journey up and down my cock. My eyes snap fully open. Looking down, I find Scarlett’s dark hair spread across my thighs and stomach as she continues her sensual exploration.

Her mouth releases my dick with a pop. “Good morning.” Her lips close around the head once more before she slowly slides down, taking the entire length.

“Good… morning.” I croak out the greeting, tangling my hands in her hair.

Humming, she wraps a hand around my cock, sliding her fist up and down in conjunction with her mouth. All while she tries to suck every bit of fluid from me.

“That’s incredible,” I pant, which seems to make her redouble her efforts and suck harder. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, like she’s licking a lollipop, while her hand strokes the rest of my length.

My hips lift off the bed as I thrust between her lips. Pressure builds between my legs. “I’m close,” I warn.

She hums, letting me know she heard, but she doesn’t stop. She stays on pace, and the slick sounds her mouth and hand make are driving me crazy.

I come hard and fast, spilling into her mouth with a strangled cry. She swallows every drop, then licks me clean.

She lies next to me with a satisfied smile teasing the corners of her mouth.

“That was a hell of a way to wake up,” I say.

“I couldn’t resist any longer,” she tells me, and I wonder how I got so goddamn lucky.

Pre-game jitters are a normal part of playing football—at least for me they are. But today they’re worse than usual. I’m sure it’s because this is my first game back after my shoulder injury two weeks ago, and the pressure feels heavy enough to suffocate me.

My hand trembles slightly as I raise the bottle to my lips. I take a long pull, then replace the cap. Dragging in a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves.

“You got this, Grind,” Griffin says, clapping me on the back as he walks by.

I nod, grateful for his encouragement. I know I’m physically ready. The team doctor and the head trainer cleared me, and I’ve been practicing without issues. But mentally, I feel like I’ve taken a hit. There are some lingering doubts that are concerning. What if I take another hard hit or fall wrong and reinjure my shoulder? Or what if I’ve lost a step during my time off?

Closing my eyes for a moment, I picture Scarlett’s face. Her words from our phone call this morning echo in my mind. “Just play your game, Coop. You’ve got this.”

She’s confident enough for both of us. I know I need to get through this game without any issues and then I’ll feel much better going forward.

The roar of the crowd washes over me as I jog out on the field with my teammates. I run through all of the stretches that are a part of my usual warm-up routine.

Rogan has me run some routes and catch his passes, and that helps me to feel more comfortable. My shoulder feels good, and my hands are sure as they pluck the ball out of the air.

The game’s about to start when I seek Scarlett out in the stands. She’s wearing my number, an unexpected and welcome surprise. She notices my attention and smiles, blowing me a kiss.

We receive the ball to start the game. Our punt returner runs it back to the thirty yard line, giving us decent field position. With the first few hits or tackles I take, I say a little prayer it won’t mean a setback for me. I know I’m playing a bit tentatively, but as the first quarter progresses without incident, I start to relax into the flow of the game, making a few routine catches and gaining some solid yardage.

The crisp, autumn air fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply, feeling the chill of the season on my skin. The sharp scent of freshly cut grass mixes with the musty odor of sweat and dirt.

“That’s it Coop,” Rogan says, encouraging me.

There is no pain or weakness to speak of in my shoulder, so it’s time to trust my body and my abilities. With each play, my confidence grows and I put all my focus into doing my job. I really find my rhythm early in the second half, and by the final quarter I’m on point.

Rogan fires a quick pass my way, and I snatch it out of the air, turning up field. I brace for impact as a defender closes in. The hit comes hard but I hold on to the ball as I’m driven to the turf. A jolt of pain shoots through my shoulder but it quickly fades. I pop to my feet, pumping my fist as the crowd cheers, and jog back to the huddle.

“Nice catch, Coop,” Rogan says. “You good?”

I nod. “All set and ready to roll.”

The next play, I run a deep route down the sideline. Rogan launches a perfect spiral my way. I track it through the air, my legs churning as I cross into the end zone. At the last second, I leap, extending my arms fully. The ball lands softly in my hands as I crash to the turf, maintaining possession. The crowd erupts as I get to my feet, holding the ball high.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Griffin yells, slapping me on the helmet.

“You’re back, baby,” Thor shouts, thumping his palm between my shoulder blades.

The adrenaline rush from scoring the touchdown carries me through the rest of the game. We end up winning by a comfortable margin, and as the final whistle blows, I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. I made it through without reinjuring myself and even managed to make some big plays.

As we jog off the field, I scan the stands, looking for Scarlett. I spot her beaming down at me, clapping enthusiastically. She mouths, “You did it,” and gives me a thumbs up. Her excitement is contagious, and I can’t keep the grin off my face. I blow her a kiss and head to the locker room.

After showering and changing, I check my phone to find a text.

Scarlett: You were amazing out there! Can’t wait to celebrate with you later. Wink. Wink.

My heart rate picks up again but for an entirely different reason now. I quickly type out a reply.

Can’t wait. Meet you at my place in an hour.

Her response comes almost immediately.

I’ll be there with champagne. You deserve it, boytoy.

I grin, pocketing my phone as I head out to face the media. The interviews fly by in a blur of questions about how my shoulder is feeling, but my mind is already on Scarlett and our upcoming celebration. As soon as I’m done, I rush to my car, eager to get home.

When I pull into my driveway, I see Scarlett’s car already parked there. My pulse quickens as I hurry inside. I find her in the kitchen, popping the cork on a bottle of champagne.

She turns at the sound of my entrance, her face lighting up. “There’s my football hero.”

Crossing the kitchen in a few long strides, I sweep her into my arms, lifting her off her feet. She laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck as I spin her around.

I set her down and hold her close as gratitude assails me, filling my chest to the edge of overflowing. Right now, there isn’t a single thing I would change—not even my shoulder injury—because it’s all led me to this moment.

“I’m so proud of you,” she says, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “You were incredible out there.”

“Thanks.” I’m unable to keep the grin off my face. “It felt amazing to be back.”

She reaches up, cupping my cheeks between her soft palms. “I could tell. You looked so confident and strong.”

I lean into her touch. “I was nervous, but once I got into the grind, everything clicked as usual.”

“You played like you never missed a beat.” She turns to pour the champagne into two flutes. “Now, let’s celebrate properly.”

I take the glass from her, clinking it gently against hers. “To an amazing return to the field,” she says, smiling.

“And to having the woman I love here with me to celebrate my return,” I add.

We sip the champagne, our eyes locked on each other over the rims of our glasses. The excitement and joy of the win, still coursing through me, mingles with the desire Scarlett ignites in me.

Setting my glass on the island, I take hers from her hand and set it down next to mine. My arms pull her close, settling on her lower back. “You know, I think I’d like to start the celebration a different way,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.

Scarlett shivers in my arms. “Oh? What did you have in mind?” she asks coyly.

My response is to slant my lips over hers in a passionate kiss that leaves no doubt as to what I want. She melts against me, her arms winding around my neck, humming her agreement.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers as my hands roam down her back to cup her ass. Scarlett moans into my mouth, pressing her body flush against mine. The feel of her soft curves ignites a fire in my veins.

Without breaking our connection, I lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her up the stairs to my room. Once there, I gently lay her on the bed, then pull back to look at her. With her flushed cheeks, desire-swollen lips, and heavy lidded eyes, she’s beyond gorgeous. She’s breathtaking, and I wonder what I did to deserve her. I feel emotion welling inside me.

“God, I love you,” I say in a choked whisper.

Scarlett’s smile is soft as she reaches up to stroke my cheek with the back of her fingers. “I love you too, Cooper. So much.”

Capturing her lips again, I pour all my feelings into our kiss. My hands roam her body, memorizing every curve and dip. She arches into my touch, threading her fingers in my hair.

I trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck, relishing the little gasps and sighs she’s making. My hands grip the hem of her jersey— my jersey—slowly raising it until she lifts her arms, allowing me to tug it over her head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, taking in the sight of her satin-covered breasts.

She smiles up at me, her hands slipping under my shirt to stroke my lower stomach. “And you’re overdressed,” she says, tugging at the fabric.

I tear my shirt off, then steal her breath with my lips. The feel of her soft skin against mine sends electric pulses to my groin.

Sliding my mouth from her lips down to her neck, I trail kisses down the elegant column while my hands yank at the shiny blue material covering her breasts. I take one rosy nipple between my lips, sucking on the beaded tip.

“Cooper.” She gasps, arching into me and clutching the back of my head. “Don’t make me wait,” she pleads.

I undo her jeans, peeling them down her long, lean legs only to realize she’s naked beneath them. “Fuck. You’re so… everything .” It’s the perfect word for what she is to me.

I climb from the bed, stripping off the rest of my clothes before I rejoin her. Slipping between her thighs, my cock finds her warm, slick entrance. Unable to wait another second, I thrust inside, and I’m overcome by the purest emotion in the world.

Love.