The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 14

When he gets back to their hotel room, Sam is already dressed. Brian flings open the door with such force that it slams against the wall.

"Honey, I'm home," he calls.

And freezes in his tracks.

Sam stands there, resplendent in a cerulean blue gown with shimmers on its skirt. A pretty lapis lazuli necklace encircles her throat, and she is radiant in her carefully mussed up hair with romantic tendrils floating around her face in wisps. Her blue eyes sparkle, and her eye shadow is dusty silver.

"What do you think?" She beams.

You're gorgeous, he thinks. He's used to gorgeous women, having bedded more than several hundred in his lifetime. But Sam is radiance incarnate, like a blushing bride unveiled for the first time. To him, at least.

Outwardly, he shrugs. "You look OK."

She seems disappointed. Maybe she was fishing for compliments.

"You're late," she accuses. "Where have you been?"

"None of your fucking business."

"You promised not to fuck anybody."

"And I didn't. So quit nagging, OK, Mom?"

He strides into the room and flings open his travel bag. He takes out a Gucci suit and a black Prada shirt. He begins to shuck his clothes off.

"Can't you go into the bathroom to change?"

"If you can't handle me being your boyfriend, then why ask me to tag along this weekend?" He rips his shirt off and starts to unbuckle his belt.

She hasn't taken her eyes off his body. "We're not really not boyfriend and girlfriend, so save the striptease routine for your fuck buddies, OK?"

"Now that's one term that'll never apply to you."

As soon as he said it, he regrets it. But no apologies, he tells himself firmly as he pushes down his jeans.

This time, she doesn't turn away. She stares at his semi-erect cock.

"You know, you haven't changed one bit."

"I'd like to think I've grown longer and broader."

"You know what I mean. You were a bully in middle school and you're still a bully now."

"You're the one who punched me in the face when you met me. How's that for a middle school reunion?"

"I'll do it again in a second."

He grins as he walks closer to her - naked - his cock bobbing up and down. He towers above her, all six feet two inches of him.

"This is to put you in the mood." He seizes her body to his and bends his head down for a savage kiss on her mouth.

He doesn't know what he's thinking, only that he's just reacting to how he feels - dangerously in the mood after his botched fellatio. He meant to tease her with the kiss. To get you into the rhythm of what we'll be doing later in front of your darling overachieving sister. But the kiss seems to take a life of its own.

He finds himself falling into it. Meshing lips against lips.

He expects her to pull back, to slap him on the face as he deserves - but instead, she folds into him, kissing him back with fervor. His penis fills aggressively. He's taken aback at her passion. She seizes his face and kisses him open-mouthed. His tongue instinctively probes hers even as his hands roam down her body.

He's aware that he is completely naked and his arousal is very obvious and stark. His cock presses against her clothed belly. He wonders what she thinks of this, when they have been fighting only seconds before. Her hands start to slide down his neck, and then his shoulders, his arms ... his back ... down, down to his bare buttocks.

He breaks the kiss before he can get too consumed by it.

I only meant to tease.

Her eyes are misted and glazed with desire as they part. She looks up at him in both wonderment and surprise.

Quick. Say something snarky. Anything to dissipate this mood. But his tongue is tied. For once, he is at loss for words.

Not for long though.

He says, "What? Taking advantage of me? You must be really sexually deprived."

And immediately regrets it. But snarkiness has so much been a component of his makeup - his built-in defense mechanism - that it has become commonplace now. Push them away before you can get hurt. Relationships suck. Always remember that.