Fake It 'Til You Break It

by Brandy, Meagan

You’re needed right fuckin’ here.

  I must be frowning because she chuckles, offering a flirty smile as she follows her friends, leaving me where I sit.

  Half-cocked and blue balled like a motherfucker.

  In no hurry, I climb from the truck.

  I finish off a full bottle of water, throw back a pack of peanuts and text my mom to check in on her as I head for Demi.

  Some of my teammates are parked next to each other, so I stop and chat, making sure the girls are still where they’re supposed to be every few minutes.

  A few minutes too long...

  Sandra Black slides up.

  “Hey.” She smiles, leaning in.

  I go to give her a one-armed hug, but her shoe knocks into mine and she stumbles closer.

  She giggles, her vodka breath fanning across my face as she looks up.

  “Damn.” My head tugs back. “Gettin’ fucked up, or what?”

  “It’s Senior Night.” She smiles, shrugging against me. “Why not?”

  “Might wanna pop a piece of gum in your mouth. Campus security is scattered all around.”

  “Or...” she whispers, her hands come up to pull my head down. “We could hide out in your truck, or my car. You up for it?”

  I grip her wrists, freeing myself from her grasp. “Back up, girl. That’s not happening.”

  “Oh, come on.” She pouts, running her hands through the ends of her long, dark hair. “We can even try for a quickie, even though we both know we need longer than that.”

  I go to step past her, but she’s quick to wrap her fingers around my arms and peers up at me through her lashes.

  She opens her mouth, but when a small shriek follows, my eyes narrow only to widen in the same second.

  Demi tugs her back, stepping in front of me. “I always thought you were sweet. A little loose, but sweet.”

  Sandra’s jaw drops and people begin looking this way.

  “I realize now you’re just another girl who thinks she can have whatever she wants because you’re pretty and say please, but that’s not going to work here. You can screw whatever guy you want, Sandra, with the exclusion of mine.”

  Sandra blushes, her bloodshot eyes filling with moisture. She peeks around before stepping toward Demi.

  Macy and Carley move closer, but when Sandra only reaches out to grab D’s hand, they pause.

  “I didn’t realize—”

  “Yeah, you did.” Demi gently pulls herself free. “If acting shitty embarrasses you into lying, then don’t be shitty. It’s really not hard.”

  Demi locks her fingers into mine and leads me to my truck.

  There’s commotion behind us, but she doesn’t spare another glance, instantly releasing me when we’re back to our area, and busies herself pouring a cup of coffee.

  She’s jerky with her movements, so when she drops the stack of lids for the third time, I snatch them before she can, pull one off and hand it to her.

  She cuts me a quick look before walking over to Trent’s front seat where she pulls out one of the root beer bottles full of Kahlua and pours some into the cup.

  She takes a small sip, attaches the lid, and takes another.

  She’s frustrated, pissy as hell, and it’s got everything to do with what just happened.

  My groin heats, and I can’t hold it in. “Thought you said she wasn’t hurting you and you were gonna be nice?”

  Her head snaps my way, nothing but sass to be seen. “When did I say that?”

  “When she was gettin’ at Alex in the library.”

  She glares. “Alex wasn’t mine. She could do with him as she pleased, you are.” She looks back to her cup, blowing into the little opening. “She doesn’t get to touch you.”

  Fuck me, there it is.

  The claim, the absolute sense of possession, the fire in her gut she lets ride, no longer having a reason to hide it.

  Demi tries to spin away, but I catch her, swiftly take her drink and set it down, and then sneak her between our trucks, pinning her in with my hips.

  Her eyes grow heavy and she lets her shoulders fall.

  “For the record.” I run my hands up her ribs. “I’d already told her no and was walking away.”

  She’s pissed but not at me.

  Demi reaches up over her head, gripping the roll bar inside my open window. She holds on, lifting her legs off the ground and wrapping them around me, her arms slipping over my neck once her body is hooked just right.

  She pulls her mouth to mine, nipping at my lips with hers.

  “Would you tell me no, Neek?” She pauses a second. “If I asked you to put me on my back in your truck, right now... would you deny me, too?”

  I groan, pushing into her and her harsh exhale lights a fire under my skin, sending a shiver down my body.

  Her eyes darken before me, a heavy need taking over.

  Damn.

  “Here, where all these people would see? Yes. Anywhere else?” I skim my lips over hers and she leans in, fighting for more. “Never.”

  “Then move your feet,” she whispers, gripping me tighter.

  My chest rumbles against hers, and a slow smirk spreads across her face.

  “You better be careful, D.”

  “And you better start walking, Neek. Take me to this... anywhere else. Somewhere where you won’t tell me no,” she says coyly, closing her lips over mine.

  Her hands slide across my shoulders and down my chest as much as our closeness will allow.

  I’m hard already, aching, and the want in her eyes only makes it worse.

  I squeeze her ass cheeks and her lips part.

  She’s not asking, but commanding I take her somewhere, play with this body.

  I run my hands across the back of her thighs, hesitating, but knowing damn well I won’t deny her even if I should for my own fucking sanity.

  A little of her would never be enough.

  A taste would only leave me starved.

  I’m what she wants, and what my baby wants, she gets.

  I drop her to her feet and damn near drag her ass across the field, through the campus and into the only open door I can find.

  She laughs at my eager steps as we rush down the silent, dark halls until we’re walking into the open theater, and sneaking up the stairs that lead to her safe place – the attic above it.

  I give her no time to think, I’m on her in an instant.

  She shudders in my arms, a small gasp leaving her as my mouth lands on hers, the anticipation alone lighting her up.

  Her mouth is mine to take, and she gives everything she has, her arms quickly wrapping around my neck, tightening and tugging me impossibly close.

  I kiss her and I don’t stop.

  She doesn’t either.

  Demi clings to me, whimpering in protest when I pull back to glance around the area as I walk her backward toward the wall, but she has other ideas.

  She leads me to the opposite corner where there’s a small blanket she must have laid out up here at some point.

  She tugs my hand, her eyes low and aroused as she draws me to the floor with her. She lays herself across the soft fleece beneath us, her legs falling open, so I settle between them.

  I let my eyes soak in the sight, Demi Davenport under me, turned the fuck on and deprived as hell, but she’s impatient and refuses to wait any longer.

  She pushes to her elbows to bring her mouth back to mine, her tongue demanding entrance I’d never refuse.

  My hands roam her sides, and I take a deep breath as I slide under her shirt, gliding across her skin.

  “So damn soft,” I murmur.

  She moans, whispering against my lips, “Touch me, Neek.”

  I groan, dropping my head into her neck.

  I don’t need a second invitation, and I don’t hesitate, but slip past her bra to find a perfect handful of silky skin.

  Her nipple is already hard as a rock, so when I trace the pad of my thumb across the sensitive bud, she cries out, right into my fu
ckin’ ear, the sexy ass, desperate rasp shooting straight to my dick and making me throb.

  I push against her reflexively and she reacts instantly, her hips rolling, begging for more.

  She grips my hand, squeezing, then drags it down her stomach, pushing the tips of my fingers into the waist of her pants, and then leaves me there to work.

  I flick open the button of her jeans, and adjust my position, so I can slide my hand inside without having to take them off and she lifts her hips. I tease over her underwear and her legs drop even wider.

  I pull back, my eyes on her dazed ones as I inch the edge of her panties to the side, feeling the smallest piece of what I guarantee is the softest spot on her.

  I run the tips of my fingers up and down, slowly moving the rest of the stretchy material to the side, until I’m ghosting right over her clit.

  She gives a slow blink. “What are you waiting for?” she whispers with a dare.

  My touch falls on her, pressing harder the lower my fingers slip, and a small smirk finds her lips, her eyes closing at the same time.

  I drop my mouth to hers, but she doesn’t kiss me.

  Demi pulls my lip between her teeth, biting lightly, an airy “yes” escaping as she releases me.

  Her hands find their way under my shirt, and her fingertips dig into my skin as she explores my body for the first time.

  “Take it off,” she pants.

  Right as she says it, laughter echoes beneath us and we freeze.

  More and more voices float up, and I look at Demi.

  Her head lifts and falls back to the wooden floor. “Fuck. They’re putting in new chairs. The crew must work through the night to avoid class time.”

  She lets out a deep sigh, her head tilting to the side.

  My smirk is slow. “You poutin’, baby?”

  Her eyes fly to mine, darkening by the second, and damn if she doesn’t nod.

  I suppress a groan, pushing on her clit even harder than before as I drop my lips to her ear. “Can you be quiet?”

  “I don’t know,” she answers with a moan, a little too loud. “But don’t stop.”

  Her pussy clenches and she pushes her hips into my hand, rolling with me.

  “Put your mouth on my skin,” I tell her. “Bite if you have to.”

  She nods, and then her tongue trails across my neck, her mouth covering the spot a second later.

  A jolt runs deep in my body, and her small smile is felt.

  I pinch her clit, swirling quicker and quicker until her body starts to quake, her mouth pressing harder and harder into me as she fights to hold it in.

  I want to hear her let go.

  “Can you open your legs a little wider for me?” I whisper, dragging my teeth across her earlobe.

  “I’m a dancer, Neek,” she breathes, locking onto my biceps with a death grip. “You have no idea what I can do with my legs.”

  “Fuck,” I groan, pushing my hard-on against her outer hip, and she starts shaking even more.

  I pull back so I can watch as she blinks in and out of her orgasm.

  Her lips are spread, a deep tension lining her brow as she twitches.

  It takes several minutes for her breathing to slow, she drags those hazy green eyes to mine.

  I expect her to retreat into herself a bit, maybe pull back a little or feel unsure.

  She doesn’t.

  She slides her hands up my neck until she’s got a good, solid grip on my face, and pulls my lips to hers.

  Demi fights her laughter as we push against the wall then quickly dart out the door before the staff inside spots us. As soon as we’re through the double doors and back into the cool night air, she lets it go, dropping her head back as she laughs loudly.

  And god damn it, I have to hold her again. I grab her by the ribs and lift.

  Instantly, those long ass legs wrap me up and she smiles, slowly lowering her lips to mine.

  “We should go back in there,” I tell her.

  She smiles wide, shaking her head. “You should come over tomorrow night,” she requests, her arms loose around my neck. “Stay with me.”

  There’s a tender, nervous air surrounding her, one that has me reaching up to brush my knuckle across her cheek and her lips twitch.

  “That what you want?”

  Her hand runs through the top of my hair sliding down and pausing over my left pec. “Yeah, Neek. I want you.”

  She kisses me, a little slower than she has before, and when she tugs free, shimmies down with a giggle, and trails ahead... I know.

  For the first time since we started this, I’m undeniably sure when Demi Davenport walks away, leaving a piece of herself behind for me to have. To keep.

  I’m keeping her.

  At this point, I wouldn’t let her go if she tried to walk away, so I’m glad she agrees.

  I jog forward, but she hears me coming and breaks out into a run herself, darting toward the field where the others are, only to come to a full and sudden stop when she realizes campus security is now guarding the gate we slipped through.

  I fight to hide my laugh while she doesn’t even breathe, nervous we’ve been caught, but I wrap my arms around her, and she starts moving again.

  They do give us the evil eye, but they don’t say shit. They know what people sneak around to do, and since we weren’t caught, there’s no point in hounding us.

  She doesn’t relax until we’re at my truck, where she bursts into laughter, leaning her head back on my shoulder to look at me.

  I can’t fuckin’ help myself and take her lips again.

  She’s more than with it, keeps her mouth locked on mine as she spins in my arms and deepens the contact.

  Macy, the cockblocker she is, whistles and Demi tears away, hiding her face in my chest a second, and then finally looks to her friends.

  “Where the fuck did you guys go?” Macy teases with a smile.

  “Yeah, and why didn’t you tell us?” Krista whines. “We couldn’t slip past the gates for shit.”

  I laugh, looking to Trent who frowns at Demi. He senses my eyes on him and cuts a glance my way.

  I nod my chin, but he shakes his head subtly, his way of saying we’ll talk later.

  He’s got to be picking up on what I’ve been trying to explain to him.

  Demi isn’t with me to get to Alex, not anymore.

  She fell, just like I wanted her to.

  “So.” Carley bumps my hip, sticking her hands under the sink water I’ve just pulled mine from. “You guys snuck off.”

  I grin. “We did?”

  “Did you have sex in the school, you dirty ho?”

  “Sex... no.” We look at each other and both start laughing.

  She studies me, a small smile on her lips. “You really like him.”

  I nod and mock myself. “Weird, right?”

  Carley shakes her head, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “What if I said no, that it’s not weird at all?”

  I glance her way. “You’ve been team Nico since the beginning. Why?”

  She shrugs, walking out first, so I follow.

  “I always wondered if he had a thing for you when he first stopped talking to you. It was the typical ‘pretend you don’t want what you can’t have’ attitude he always gave.”

  “Yeah, I never picked up on that.” I grin, my eyes finding him on the field right away. “But I’m happy with where things are going.”

  “I’m glad, Demi, you deserve some happy.”

  “My life isn’t sad, Carley.”

  “No.” She looks at me. “But it was lonely, and not a lonely having us over to hang several times a week could fix. You need this.”

  I smile, my eyes locked on Nico’s as he moves toward me and I him.

  I more than need this.

  I want this.

  Nico plants his feet in front of me, and Carley keeps moving.

  He runs a knuckle down my throat, his lips twitching after I do. “So easy to excite,” he draws out, ant
icipation laced through his dirty whisper. “Are you wet, D?”

  My breath lodges in my throat, and I grip his arm.

  “Yeah, baby, you are, aren’t you?” He presses a kiss to my erratic pulse behind my ear, and it jolts even higher. “It’s only three in the morning, how you gonna make it through the sunrise, through the day, and into the night, hmm?”

  “Don’t tease me, Neek, or I might tease back,” I caution, my fingertips slipping into the edge of his joggers. “But I won’t be so subtle.”

  “Prove it. Grab me, D.”

  A heavy throbbing pulses between my legs, and thinking he won when my move isn’t instant, he chuckles and pulls back, only to freeze when I’m suddenly cupping what I can fit of him in my palm over his boxers. I give a gentle squeeze, tugging the slightest bit.

  He twitches in my grip, his fingers wrapping around my arms in a tight hold as he presses into my hand, only to yank away completely.

  He glares, but it’s in warning, not anger. “Next time you touch my dick, be ready for it to be inside you, nice and slow. Got it?”

  I inhale, nodding.

  He starts to smirk, but groans instead when I ask, “Promise?”

  “Nic. I need to talk to you.”

  I shake my head, stuffing my phone in my pocket. “Don’t, my man. I don’t want to hear it.”

  “You need to.”

  With a sigh, I turn to him. “I get it, you don’t like how this happened, but we’re good. Things have changed.” I don’t say it out loud, Thompson is by us, and nobody else needs to know we started off as a lie.

  “I know things have changed, that’s why you need to hear me out.”

  I shake my head and turn around, ready to walk and find the girls.

  “Sophomore year, two times.”

  Tension wraps around my shoulder blades, locking me in place as I replay Trent’s rushed words.

  It takes several seconds, but slowly, I look behind me, my body shifting until I’m fully facing my best friend.

  “What?”

  Thompson falls a few feet back, rubbing at the nape of his neck, and my eyes dart back to Trent.

  He hangs his head, taking in a deep breath before he stands tall to meet my glare. “I’ve been trying to tell you.”

  My pulse hums in my ears, my steps like heavy lead as I force a foot forward. “You think this shit’s funny?”