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.

Slowly, I reach down and grab the edge of her tiny underwear, pulling them down her legs.

I seriously can’t believe she’s lying here naked on my bed. She’s so damn beautiful. Her body is soft and curvy in all the right places. Her breasts are absolute perfection with these reddish-brown n*****s. My gaze naturally drops lower, right to the narrow path between her legs, and I’m dying for her to open up. I need to see all of her.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her, my voice rough. “I want to see you.”

She hesitates, just for a second.

Then she does it, and my breath gets completely knocked out of my lungs. Fucking perfection. She’s pink and pretty and glistening…she’s totally flawless.

I know I’m going to finish way too fast. It’s a fact. But I’m trying my absolute hardest to stretch this out.

Slowly, I use two fingers to gently part her open, and she is already drenched. I sit up tall on my knees, lean down, and kiss her hard. She turns her head and answers me back enthusiastically, her lips warm against mine.

My lips move from her mouth to her cheek, then her neck. I nibble at her ear, and her fingers tangle tighter in my hair. I taste teeth, then tongue, then the edge of her lip. She lets out a soft moan when I bite her sexy bottom lip, and then a little whimper when I drag my tongue over the mark to soothe the sting.

I pull back slightly. I rock back onto my heels and press a kiss to each of her knees. I slide my hands up her thighs, spreading her legs even wider to give my shoulders room. “How do you like it, Katy? Fast? Slow? Soft? Rough?”

“No one’s ever asked me that before.”

“Never?” I snap back.

She scoffs but avoids answering the question but it’s probably for the best, honestly,

“I like slow,” she finally says. “I like when someone takes their time and lets me enjoy everything. But I like it rough, too. You really don’t have to be gentle or careful with me.”

“We are done talking,” I tell her, my voice dropping low. “I want you to lie back and hold your legs open. Get comfortable, baby, so I can take a good, long look at that pretty cunt of yours.”

She hesitates, then slowly trails her hands up her legs and grasps her thighs, pulling them. wide open for me. I can see every single inch of her, and I almost forget my own name.

My c**k is throbbing, but I know touching myself right now means game over.

So I touch her instead. I drag a single finger right through her slick slit and push inside until I hit my first knuckle. We both groan at the exact same moment, and I scoot closer, desperate for more.

“Fuck. You are so tight, Peach,” I breathe out. Now I feel completely drunk…tipsy off the feel of her stretching around my finger and the sound of her rough exhale.