Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 64

BRAYDON’S POV

I seriously almost called Allie three times while setting up my room. Three times. The only reason I didn’t is because ringing her up to ask if putting scented candles and flowers everywhere is too much because I’m about to bang her best friend, would be the most awkward thing in human history.

Now, I’m just standing here in the middle of my perfectly designed seduction zone, and yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mind.

Seriously, when Katy replied to my text last night, I nearly drove Justin and me straight into a ditch from the shock. It wasn’t just what she said, but how completely direct she was. It felt like that movie moment when the main guy finally gets everything he’s ever wanted. She did that to me with five words: I really want that too.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, Katy is on her way over and I’m about to do every single crazy thing I’ve ever fantasized about with her. The downside? I’m freaking out. Like, majorly freaking out.

My heart is hammering like crazy. Seriously, I’ve never been this nervous before, especially not over sex. I’m usually the guy who’s totally confident, right? But knowing that Katy is about to walk through that door, climb into this bed, and hopefully moan all night, it’s completely wrecking me.

A knock snaps me out of my thoughts.

I freeze and every muscle in my body locks up. That’s her. She’s here. She’s really here.

I force myself to take a deep, shaky exhale, smooth out the front of my shirt, and move to the door.

With hands that feel suddenly clumsy, I open it and almost forget how to speak.

Katy is wearing this killer dress I swear I’ve never seen. Her hair is perfect, all glossy and styled, falling over one shoulder. She’s got this shade of lipstick on that just makes her lips pop, and it’s obvious she tried to get extra pretty for me. Wow. I don’t know how that makes me feel.

“Hi,” I manage to choke out. My voice is definitely higher than it should be, maybe I hit puberty all over again. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She blushes as she steps inside. I can feel my heart absolutely racing now, and for every reason I can think of, my little buddy down there gives a serious twitch in my pants.

“You wanna go in your room?” she asks, snapping me out of whatever panicked trance I was 1.

I nod frantically when her question finally registers in my brain, and she lets out this tiny little snicker. Gosh, why am I acting like some dorky teenager? I seriously need to get my shit together.

She walks into the room, and I follow right behind her. Then she suddenly freezes. She turns back to me, and her eyes go wide as her face starts to turn bright red. I know exactly why: it’s the scented candles, the dumb flowers, and the whole over-the-top setup.

Before she can even open her mouth to say anything about my desperate design choices, my hand shoots up to cup her face and our lips collide.

I didn’t exactly plan on starting to kiss Katy as my only defense against my stupid decorations, but now that I am, I sure as hell can’t bring myself to stop.

Her initial surprise lasts about half a second before she’s kissing me back, totally into it. It’s not one of those hesitant, awkward kisses; this is a full-on, no-holding-back kind of kiss, and it makes my brain short-circuit. I pull her closer, one hand moving from her face to the back of her neck, just holding her steady.

I can taste that fancy lipstick, and I swear, I’m obsessed. I push the door shut behind me with my foot, never breaking the kiss, and now we’re just making out in the middle of my ridiculously decorated room. Her hands slide up, gripping the front of my shirt, bunching the fabric.

I start to move us backward slowly, because I need to get us to that bed, like, right now.

I manage to steer her back to the bed, and she moves across the mattress to straddle me, her legs sliding over my thighs. That smirk she gives me when she runs her fingers through my hair? Yeah, I’m harder than I’ve been in months…maybe years, honestly.

And I am in deep trouble. She’s barely even touching me, and I’m already completely done for. I don’t even want to think about what happens when her clothes come off.

“Wait, maybe we should slow down and talk for a second?” I manage to ask, pulling back just enough to see her face.

“We could,” she breathes out, still panting. “Or we could not talk. If we stop now, I feel like I might chicken out and get shy.”

“Okay, nope. We definitely can’t have that happen,” I say, curling my fingers under her chin to make her look at me. Her lipstick is smeared, her eyes are wide, and she is so insanely beautiful right now. “Are you… I mean… I just need to know,” I fumble for the words, my brain fried. “Do you really want to do this, Katy?”

She gives a quick nod, biting her lip. “I’m counting on all those little lessons you taught me to make sure we both feel good,” she replies.

I actually let out a surprised little laugh and rub my hand up her arm. She shivers and leans in close. I take the chance to lightly squeeze her n****e through her dress. Her head drops back and she lets out this tiny, involuntary whine, and that pretty much seals it.

I’m like six seconds away from just tearing the clothes right off her body. She’s so much more confident than I ever expected, and it’s making me absolutely insane.

“Can I be honest for a sec?” I ask, my brain finally catching up to my raging hard-on after having the girl I’ve literally obsessed over for weeks sitting on me.

“Please,” she says instantly.

“I haven’t been with anyone since…” I gesture vaguely down. “I haven’t even touched myself, either. This is, uh, embarrassing, but you need to hear it. I don’t even know if I can last as long as I want to inside you.”

I feel exposed as hell saying that, but I have to put it out there. I don’t want her expecting one thing only to get completely let down. And honestly, considering how ready I am right now, I know I’m going to have a brutal time trying not to finish too fast.

“I’m also not exactly a pro at this either,” she whispers, resting her forehead against mine.

“Christ.” My hands glide up and settle on her ribs. She’s so soft and warm beneath my touch, and my thumbs graze the lower edge of her bra. “I want you so damn badly, Katy.”

“You do?” she whispers back, her face getting even redder.

“What do you want, Peach? You set the pace. Tell me what you want to happen and how you want it, and I’ll make it absolutely incredible for you.”

She lets out a shaky little sound, closing her eyes as she moves against me on the bed.

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