Rocking His FAKE World: A Fake Boyfriend, Opposites Attract Romance (Love You Forever Book 3)

by Alexis Winter

  I copy the video link and send it to Luna, wanting to make sure she sees it now so she’s prepared if Van or anyone else confronts her.

  I lie back down and finish the video, learning more about Van, Ridge, and Lane. I also learn more details about the tour—things Luna hasn’t even told me yet. I’ve started to notice how she doesn’t like to talk about her music or the tour when I’m around—like it’s just another reminder that she’ll have to leave me soon. Every time I think about it, a pit opens in my stomach. It feels large enough to swallow me whole from the inside out. I hate that what we have—something so raw and special and rare—has to end. Why’d we have to meet to begin with?

  My phone chimes and I pick it up to see her reply: fucking great.

  I chuckle and drop the phone, laying my head back down to stare up at the ceiling. I’m drifting in and out of sleep when I hear my phone go off again. I crack open one eye and read a message from a buddy I haven’t seen in a while. It reads, Back in town. Let’s grab dinner and drinks.

  I swipe the screen upward and reply: Sounds good. Where at?

  Chad replies: Melvin’s. Where else? 7:30 p.m. work for you?

  I send him a thumbs-up and crash back out.

  It’s going on 8 p.m. when I make it to the bar and grill. I walk in, still partially asleep from my nap, and find him sitting in a booth in the back. I walk in his direction and sit across from him.

  He smiles wide. “Hey, man. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it.”

  I rub the sleep from my eyes. “Sorry, been keeping crazy hours lately. I crashed.”

  “Crazy hours, huh?” he says with a smirk while he picks up his beer to take a drink. “Who’s the chick?”

  I can’t hold back my grin. “She’s just some girl in a band. It’s not a big deal and we’re not really in a relationship or anything. Just fucking around when we can.”

  “Nice! Is she hot? You got a picture?”

  I hold up my index finger while I retrieve something on my phone. “I’ve got something better than a picture,” I say, playing the music video on my screen and flipping it around for him to see.

  “What? No way!” He takes my phone to get a better look. “You? You’re screwing this rocker chick?” He shakes his head. “Nope, ain’t buying it.”

  I reach out and take the phone back, sliding it into my pocket. “Good thing I ain’t trying to sell it then.”

  He laughs. “That’s crazy! How’d you even meet her? Is she, like, famous or something?”

  “I went into a music store to buy a guitar for my niece. Luna owns the store. And she’s not exactly famous yet, but she will be. Her band just signed with a record label and they’re leaving soon for their first tour. Well, more accurately, they’re going to be an opening band on someone else’s tour. Then after they drop their album, they’re going on their own big tour.”

  He shakes his head again. His eyes are wide, confused but excited at the same time. “That’s cool as shit. So what are you going to do when she leaves?”

  I shrug. “Nothing. When she leaves, we’re over. That was the arrangement. When we’re together, we’re together. When we’re not, we’re not. Her words, not mine,” I point out.

  He takes another sip of his beer. “Damn, I’m jealous. She’s hot as hell. How is she in bed?”

  I laugh. “Fuck off. I ain’t telling you that. But what about you? What have you been up to?”

  He holds his arms out at his sides. “Just living life, man. I spent a few weeks in Florida and Hawaii . . . even went to Alaska. Alaska is beautiful, man. You have to see it for yourself.”

  “How’s the business?” Chad runs his own marketing business. He works directly with state government officials to create ads that entice tourists.

  “Good. I’m taking the week off now, but next week I’m going to the Bahamas. Beach life.” He smiles.

  “Sounds good to me. A whole lot better than being stuck in this city.” Especially now that Luna won’t be here much longer.

  “Come to work for me, man. I always need a lawyer with me, keeping me out of trouble.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “I can be your lawyer from here. I don’t have to travel with you,” I point out.

  “Yeah, but having a buddy with me sounds a whole lot better than doing it alone. You should see some of the hotties I come across on these beaches. There, they’re just the girl next door. But anywhere else in the world, they’d be fucking models.”

  “Oh yeah?” I ask, because I have no idea what else to say. I’m not exactly in the market for a random hookup.

  He nods. “Oh yeah. And all you gotta do is buy them a couple drinks, act like they’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’ve got them in the palm of your hand. How’d you land the rocker chick anyway?”

  I shrug as a laugh slips out. “No idea, honestly. She invited me to her show. I went and we hung out afterward, then we just kind of agreed to hook up after a couple drinks. It started and we never stopped. However, we have been hiding it from the band and the media. Some of them have caught on to our scent though. I don’t know how we’re addressing it yet.”

  “Well, when you get tired of her, send her my way, won’t ya?” He leans forward, flagging down a waitress.

  “Yeah, don’t hold your breath,” I say, grabbing a menu just as the waitress walks over.

  We both order a round of drinks and some dinner and the waitress leaves the table. Chad and I sit and catch up while drinking our beers. My phone chimes and I pull it out to see a message from Luna.

  What are you doing? I’m home alone. Hint, hint.

  I smile. I’m having dinner and drinks with a friend. Want to join? We’re at Melvin’s.

  Sure. OMW.

  I put my phone up and lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. “Luna is on her way, so keep yourself in check.”

  His brows go up and his eyes widen. “No shit? She’s coming here? I get to meet her?”

  I laugh. “Yeah, she’s coming here.”

  We order another round of drinks and our food gets brought out just as Luna is walking in the door. Her presence is enough to make people stop and stare, but she acts like she doesn’t even notice it. I’m jealous of her in so many ways.

  She finds us and drops down next to me. “Luna, this is my old buddy, Chad. Chad, this is Luna.”

  They shake hands and Chad immediately starts asking her questions: What’s it like being in a band? Do you do a lot of blow? Are there always hot chicks around? When is the tour and can I come? A bunch of stupid shit that only he would ask.

  Luna fends him off before looking at me like what did you get me into? I pull her closer to my side and she reaches over and steals a fry from my plate. I push it closer so she can easily take whatever she wants.

  “So, Luna, what is it that you see in this stick-in-the-mud here?” He points at me.

  She looks from him, to me, and back, then leans forward. “He’s really great in the sack. Plus his dick is huge,” she whispers, holding up her hands to show him how “big” I am. I just shake my head and laugh while Chad sits across from us, completely flabbergasted. Luna lets out a giggle, bringing him back to reality.

  “Luna, what would it take to get you to come home with me for a night?” Chad asks her, but I can tell by his grin that he’s only teasing.

  Luna shakes her head. “You don’t have what it takes.” She looks over at me with a smile as her hand lands on my thigh, slowly moving upward. When she gets to my groin, she cups it firmly, making my blood boil with excitement.

  I look over at her and see the passion brewing in her eyes. They’re hooded with lust as her tongue runs across her bottom lip, making it glisten.

  “Chad, I’m sorry, but we have to go,” I say, looking only at her.

  The corners of her mouth turn up slightly.

  “All right, man. I’ll see ya the next time I’m in town. You two have fun tonight,” he says, understanding what’s going o
n between us.

  I pull out my wallet and drop some money on the table to cover my tab, then the two of us stand to head for the door. Chad stands with us and I shake his hand, pulling him in for a hug before following after her. I find her waiting outside the door and she reaches for my hand. Instead of pulling me toward the parking lot where my car is, she pulls me into a dark alley—a gap between two buildings.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I can’t wait until we get home. Give me a little preview?” She walks backward, her back hitting the brick wall of the bar.

  I can’t hold back my smirk as I walk closer, pressing her against the wall and picking her up against me. Her short black skirt moves out of my way easily as I brush against her center with my hand. She lets out a soft whimper as her lips find mine. I kiss her deeply while my fingers push her panties to the side. She’s already wet and ready for me. Just knowing that has me straining against the seam of my jeans. I push two fingers inside her and she moans into my lips. I want nothing more than to slide into her right now, but then it would be over way too fast. Our time is limited and I want to spend as much of it inside her as I can. So instead of removing myself from my jeans, I break our kiss, set her on her feet, then fall to my knees. She’s surprised, but once she sees what I’m doing, there’s no argument.

  I lift her thigh and drape it over my shoulder before moving my mouth to her clit. She sucks in a deep breath and releases it with a hushed moan. She’s sweeter than any candy I’ve ever tasted. More addictive than any substance I’ve ever tried. As my tongue flicks against her bundle of nerves, her breathing becomes labored. Her hands thread into my hair, pulling at the strands and egging me on to work faster. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against it. I can feel her body start to tighten as her release builds inside her. Sliding my fingers back into her is what pushes her over the edge. She tightens around my fingers while her mouth whispers my name over and over until she’s fallen back to earth.

  I pull away from her, putting her panties and skirt back in place as I stand up. “Now that you’ve had your sample, can I take you home?”

  She offers up a sexy smile. “Only if you promise to do that again when we get there.”

  I smirk. “Oh, baby, I’m going to do that and so much more,” I say, taking her hand and leading her out of the alley.

  Thirteen

  Luna

  The moment we walk through the door of my apartment building, I jump into his arms, bringing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. He kisses me and carries me to my apartment at the end of the hall. He has my keys, and I kiss his neck while he tries to get the key into the lock. Finally, the door opens and we nearly fall through it, but he catches me just in time to keep us from smashing into the table. He kicks the door shut and locks it before carrying me to my bedroom. We collapse on the bed in a mess of kisses, touches, and clothing.

  I manage to flip us over and I crawl between his knees. My hands land on his belt buckle and his eyes glaze over as he watches me. I free him from his jeans then slowly lower my mouth to him. I want to tease him for a little bit, so I only pay attention to the tip. I run my tongue around the rim, slowly sucking the tip into my mouth. His head falls backward as his eyes close. He lets out a deep moan. My right hand pumps him as I slowly work my mouth down his shaft, taking more and more of him into my mouth. His hips start to rise and fall with my movements and his chest starts to move up and down at a faster rate. His thighs and abs are rock-hard as I continue my work.

  God, I can’t get enough of this man. Not only is he sexy as fuck with his toned six-pack, but that little V that leads down to his large cock is enough to make my mouth water. Every inch of this man is perfect, including the way he looks at me, treats me, and talks to me. And here I am, about to leave him. That thought makes my heart crack a little more.

  “Luna, you have to stop,” he says, interrupting my thoughts.

  But I don’t. I don’t want to. I want to taste him. I want to see if he tastes just as perfect as I’m imagining. Instead of slowing to a stop, I work faster and his resolve falls away. He’s no longer in control. I am, and he can’t fight against me. I work him over until he lets out a deep moan and fills my mouth. I swallow him down, making sure I clean up every last drop. Suddenly, I’m being pulled away and flipped over. His body comes to cover mine.

  “Someone’s been a naughty girl,” he says, sucking my nipple into his mouth. Just like that, he’s hard again and pressing right where I need him. I try scooting my hips down so he can slide inside, but he catches me by my hips, stopping me.

  “You’ve been in control. Now it’s my turn, and I’m going to make you work for it.” His mouth captures mine and he kisses me fast and hard, only amping me up more. God, I need him now and I don’t know how much longer I can wait. It seems like it’s been forever since he’s been inside me. I’m so confused, excited, and emotionally attached to this man that I could burst into tears if he doesn’t give me what I need soon.

  “Daniel, please. I need you,” I whisper as he kisses his way down my body, sucking and flicking my nipples while his hand moves down to my clit to massage soft circles around my hard nub.

  “You have me, Luna,” he replies, his tip pressing against my opening. He moves his hips forward, but instead of allowing himself to push inside me, he lets his tip slide between my folds, only teasing me more. I’m so turned on and wet for him that he easily slides against me.

  “Daniel . . .” I call out his name as my hands squeeze his biceps.

  His mouth crashes down on mine as he thrusts forward, finally filling me up completely. I let out a relieved moan as I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, never wanting to let go.

  But I know we’ll need to let go soon. That moment is getting closer and closer even though I’m trying to hold on to him even more tightly. I feel like he’s dangling over the edge of a cliff and I’m trying to pull him back up, but our grip is slipping. Every day, he slips a little bit more until the day I know he’ll fall completely. I’ll be left to move on without him—always feeling that empty spot he’ll inevitably leave behind.

  My release builds inside me while he rolls his hips against me. With each stroke, more nerves burn and tingle—coming alive as a result of having him in my life. Even after I shatter beneath him, he doesn’t stop, and I know he never will. He’ll always be here, waiting when I need him. He’ll always give me exactly what I need. He will always love me, even though neither of us has said those words. But I know he loves me. I can feel it every time we touch, and every time I catch him watching me. And I love him too—far more than I ever should have allowed.

  We sleep late into the day after staying up all night making love. It’s Sunday and neither of us has much going on. This is the day I start my official countdown to going on tour. We leave Saturday night to make it to our first show on Monday. We’re starting our tour on the West Coast, after which we’ll make our way to the East Coast, then we’ll finish up in the Midwest. After that, we’ll come back home for a few weeks until we go on our international headlining tour. I’ll be all over the place, and all the while, he’ll be here, either moving on with his life or waiting for me. I don’t know what feels worse: knowing that he could be moving on with someone new or that he could be putting his life on hold to wait for me. Neither is ideal, but I guess that’s his choice to make and it’s not something that should stop me from doing what I need to do.

  I roll into his side and his eyes open, locking on mine. He offers up a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “I sure am going to miss waking up in your arms.” I cuddle closer.

  “Well, let’s make sure we do it every morning before you leave. I want to spend every waking moment with you from now until the day you take off.”

  My insides warm with his words. I have a lot going on with the band this week to prepare for the tour, and I’d love it if he could be there with me, e
ven if we have to pretend we’re just friends.

  “We actually have a huge meeting with the band and the label that you have to attend. You didn’t forget, did you?”

  “I didn’t forget,” he says, rolling over and forcing me onto my back as he hovers over me. His lips find mine, and once again, we’re back where we started.

  Eventually, we pull ourselves apart and decide it’s probably time to get out of bed to shower and find some food. I shower first while Daniel sleeps a little longer. When I get out, he gets up and takes a shower while I search the kitchen to find something to eat, which isn’t an easy task. I eat more takeout than I cook, so there are rarely real groceries lying around. I end up finding the fixings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and I make two. I look for some kind of side to go with them, like chips or carrot sticks, but who am I kidding? The best I can do is animal crackers. There’s also nothing to drink in the fridge other than milk, so I pour us each a glass and take everything to the coffee table.

  When he comes out, I motion toward the food I prepared. “Ta-daaaah! Perfect for toddlers and for us.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. He sits down and picks up his glass of milk. “What, no sippy cups?”

  “I’ve never actually been around a toddler, so no. Just don’t spill,” I joke, picking up my glass and clinking it off his. I take a sip and the most disgusting taste overflows my senses. I spit the milk back into the cup and he looks at me with a confused expression. “Don’t drink it. It’s poison.” I take his glass along with mine and run to the sink to pour them down the drain.