Faking It, Page 8

  She tossed her head back and laughed, and my eyes caught on the smooth line of her neck.

  “Yeah, you’re shit out of luck, Golden Boy.”

  It felt good to be able to laugh about this with someone. I hadn’t even been able to do that with Milo or any of my friends back home. This morning losing Bliss had seemed like a weight shackled to my feet, and now it felt like what it was—a memory.

  She was still smiling when she lifted the cloth from my forehead.

  She hummed and said, “Looks good.”

  She sat back, and the hand on my face dropped to my thigh. She used it to brace herself as she reached for the gauze. Sweet Jesus.

  I searched for something, anything to say. “It’s been an . . . interesting day.”

  Considering I’d only met her this morning, and I was ten miles past fascinated into obsessed territory, yeah. I’d say the day had been pretty damn interesting.

  “Tomorrow will make today look like a cakewalk,” she said.

  She cut a piece of gauze, and raised back up on her knees to place it on my head.

  “Why do you hate the holidays so much? Do your parents go way overboard?”

  She pressed tape to the edges of the bandage and started smoothing it down, and her other hand rested on my shoulder for balance.

  “It’s hard to explain.”

  “I think I can keep up.”

  She reached for the rag again and started cleaning more blood off my face. With her eyes focused on her work, she said, “The holidays bring up bad memories for us. My parents think if they pretend enough and have enough decorations and food that they won’t think so much about the things they don’t have.”

  “And that doesn’t work for you?”

  Her eyes met mine for a few seconds.

  “Nothing works for me. But music.”

  I brought my hand up and placed it over hers that rested on my shoulder

  “I’m sorry.”

  She looked down at me, and her eyes searched mine. “Normally, I hate it when people say that, but . . .”

  The damp rag skimmed across my cheek to the cut on my mouth. Her eyes were dark, and her lips parted. She dabbed at the cut carefully. I watched the movement of her throat as she swallowed.

  Slowly, so slowly that it felt like a dream, her hand turned so that the backs of her knuckles trailed across my lips. Her eyes were open and clear. We were both sober. One of my hands found her hip, and her chest brushed against my shoulder as she leaned over me.

  I could feel her breath on my lips, and her eyes were dilated with desire. She bit her lip, and I held in a groan. Her eyes dropped to my lips, and the rag dropped to the floor.

  Then her phone rang.

  She jumped back so quickly that she was across the room before I’d released the breath that had been caught in my chest.

  She picked up her phone, and her expression was blank as she said, “It’s my boyfriend.”

  I swallowed, but my mouth still felt as dry as the desert.

  The universe was doing us both a favor. I didn’t want to make her into a cheater. Kissing her earlier had been bad enough.

  “I should be going anyway.”

  I crossed to the door as quickly as possible, and she called back to me, “Cade!” I pulled the door open wide, and looked back at her. She held the phone in her hand, ready to answer. She said, “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I’m not.” She took a small step toward me, and I turned. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  14

  Max

  This was a catastrofuck of colossal proportions.

  I hit accept and said, “Hi, babe.” The sound on his end was garbled and booming. He must have been in some kind of club because the music was blasting. “Mace?”

  “Maxi Pad!”

  And . . . he was drunk.

  “We’ve talked about this, Mace. There are funny nicknames, and there are atrocious ones. That one is the latter.”

  “Maxi . . . Come meet me at Pure.”

  Shit, if he was there, he’d probably been popping pills rather than downing beer.

  “I can’t, Mace.”

  “Yes, you can. Christ, Max, this shit is awesome. You have to come try it.”

  Just as I thought. I wasn’t judging him. I’d done too many screwed-up things over the years to do that, but I didn’t have room for that kind of stuff in my life. If I dealt with my pain that way, there would be no reason to put it into my music instead, and then I’d be left with nothing.

  “Listen, Mace, I had a really rough day at work.”

  “I’ll take your mind off of it.” His voice was gravelly and slurred. His voice normally made me weak in the knees. Not tonight. I wasn’t up for any kind of solution he had to offer.

  “No, Mace. I’m just going to go to sleep.”

  “Fuck, Max. First, you bail on me this morning.”

  “My parents are in town, and you bailed on me.”

  He didn’t even listen to me, just kept right on talking. “Now, you won’t even come out when I won’t see you at all tomorrow.”

  I couldn’t deal with this right now. It took all of my control not to just hang up the phone.

  “I can’t, okay? We’ll talk when you’re sober. Good night.”

  I clicked the phone off and sank down onto the couch. I pressed the cool phone screen to my heated cheek, and placed my other hand on the cushion beside me. There were so many thoughts running through my head—thoughts about Mace and Cade. But it had been a long, emotional day. I wasn’t stupid enough to let myself make a decision in the heat of the moment. Even if I could still feel Cade’s hands on my back, and his face beneath my fingertips when I closed my eyes.

  Catastrofuck. Definitely.

  All I wanted to do was take a shower, but then I’d screw up the bandages on my back. Instead, I shucked off my clothes and fell into bed and oblivion.

  He tugged on my hair, and I felt the pull run down my spine all the way to my toes. He pulled my head back, and his lips came down on my neck. He dragged his mouth softly down the column of my throat, and then his teeth grazed my collarbone.

  I moaned embarrassingly loud.

  He rewarded me with another nip of his teeth.

  I burrowed my hands underneath his shirt, and dug my fingers into his lower back. His hips pressed forward into mine, and I could feel his muscles flexing beneath my palms.

  He left my collarbone, and nosed aside my shirt, kissing down my sternum. His tongue dragged across one of the branches on my tattoo, and I felt like I was burning alive. His stubble scratched against my sensitive skin, and my legs went weak.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “We shouldn’t,” he whispered.

  I pulled his mouth to mine, determined to convince him. I wrapped an arm around his neck, and a leg around his hips, and pulled him into me. He steadied himself with one hand against the wall, and the other on my ass.

  “Yes,” I hissed between kisses.

  His kiss was intoxicating. Slow and fast. Soft and hard. I melted into him, happy to follow his lead.

  He pulled back again. “You’re sure?”

  Dear God, yes!

  I nodded, and he spun me from the wall onto a bed. His hands ran up my legs, raising goose bumps and making me squirm. His fingers hooked around the fabric of my panties and pulled them down gently. My shirt was already gone, disappeared somewhere in the frenzy. He pressed his hips into mine, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Then the whole world rolled, and I was astride his hips. His messy hair looked so good against my pillow, and his brown eyes were so dark they were nearly black.

  He slipped his hands underneath the frills of my skirt, gripped my thighs, and said, “Ride me.”

  What was it about a nice boy saying naughty things that was so damn hot?

  I threw my head back and groaned.

  “Max.”

  “Oh God,” I whimpered.

  His hands traced my jaw, then gripped my face hard.


  “Max, are you okay?”

  God, yes.

  I was so far beyond okay that I couldn’t even string together a sentence.

  Hands gripped my shoulders, and the world spun. I opened my eyes, and I was no longer on top. Cade was hovering above me, entirely too far away. I reached a hand out toward his jaw.

  That was odd. His stubble was gone. He’d shaved.

  I hooked my hand around his neck, and pulled him closer.

  He resisted, only for a second, but it was enough to give me pause. I blinked. My mouth was dry, and my head felt foggy.

  His eyes were on my lips, and his expression pained. “Max . . .”

  He pulled away from me, but I kept my hand wrapped around his neck. His movement pulled me up into a sitting position.

  His took me in, and his eyes went dark. He exhaled sharply. “Oh fuck me.”

  That was the plan, but his voice sounded strained, not seductive.

  He averted his eyes to the ceiling, and plucked my hand from the back of his neck. I pulled my hand free, and let it run down his chest.

  He didn’t pull my hand off of him this time, but he said, his voice low and gravelly, “Golden Boy nickname aside, I’m not a saint, Max.”

  His body was stiff next to mine. I rubbed at my eyes, and slowly the world started to resurface. I was in my bed. In my apartment. Light filtered in through the window, and Cade was sitting on my bed, fully clothed, staring at the wall like it was Hitler.

  Oh holy Hell, I was dreaming. I’d just put the moves on him in my sleep! I covered my mouth with my hand and racked my brain to try to remember if I’d said anything that would give me away.

  When the shock wore off, I let my hand drop to my chest, where my fingertips touched bare skin.

  I looked down and had to resist the urge to scream.

  I WAS NAKED.

  Like, gave him a look at my full-tree tattoo, naked.

  Like, curl into the fetal position and die of mortification, naked.

  I jerked the covers from my waist up to my chin. Beside me, Cade let out a long breath, and his shoulders relaxed.

  As calmly as possible I asked, “What is going on?”

  Inside, I was anything but calm. Only a sheet and a few measly articles of clothing on his part separated me from him, and my mind was still fogged with dream-induced desire. And to be honest, I was a little offended that he managed to look away.

  A small, crazy part of me wanted to drop the sheet again and see how long his resolve could last. Cade pushed himself to his feet, and moved all the way across the room.

  He said, “I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I was outside, and I heard you groan. It sounded like you were hurt or sick.” He looked back at me, and now I knew how he’d managed to look away from me . . . guilt. He hadn’t even done anything wrong! I was the one having pervy dreams about him, and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty. He said, “I swear, the door was unlocked, so I came in to check on you. I swear, I wasn’t trying anything. I’m sorry.”

  I wondered if I dropped the sheet now if he would try something. My body was wound so tight, I felt like I’d been dangling off the edge of a cliff for hours. And I wanted him to try something. I shook my head. I was so turned on that just the brush of the sheets against my chest made my breath catch in my throat.

  No. Bad Max. You’re with Mace. Focus.

  I must have forgotten to set my alarm before I went to bed.

  The alarm had been important, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember the reason. I looked at Cade, and his eyes focused on the sheet fisted in my hands and held in front of my chest. A chill ran down my back, raising goose bumps. I shifted and may have turned my bare back toward him slightly. I saw his eyes go to the curve of my spine, and he swallowed.

  The devil made me do it.

  And by devil, I mean my uterus.

  He took a step toward me, and I smiled gleefully for a few seconds.

  Then I remembered why my alarm had been so important . . . and why he was even here.

  Thanksgiving.

  Thanksgiving plus my parents.

  Thanksgiving plus my parents plus me naked in a room with Cade.

  That equaled disaster.

  My seduction plan forgotten, I slid off the bed, careful to keep the sheet wrapped around my body. “Shit. What time is it?”

  He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Almost nine.”

  SHIT.

  Right on cue, the buzzer on my apartment rang. I heard my mother call through the door. “Mackenzie, sweetie!”

  And then, because I was the dumbass who couldn’t remember to lock her apartment, I heard the door swing open, followed by another “Sweetie?”

  It was like one of those God-awful zombie movies, where you can hear them coming and you have nowhere to go. You just have to make peace with getting your brain eaten.

  Mom was the zombie, and if she walked in here to find me naked with a boy, even a Golden Boy, both our brains would end up barbecued.

  “Um, just a second, Mom!”

  Shit. I went to run my hands through my hair, but forgot I was holding a sheet, which then slipped.

  Cade made a noise in the back of his throat, and turned away. My hormone-riddled body really liked that sound, but this was not the time!

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I must have uttered at least one of those out loud because Cade said, “It’s okay. I’ll go out and talk with them while you get ready.”

  “You don’t understand! If you come out of my room, and then I go take a shower, my parents are going to assume you and I are sleeping together.”

  “So don’t take a shower. You look beautiful just how you are.”

  His eyes slipped down to take in my sheet, and he didn’t even look sorry. Where had all that guilt gone?

  Down girl. Still not the time.

  “I smell like smoke and alcohol and sweat, which is just as bad. Plus, bed head looks just like sex hair.”

  He stepped up and rested his hands on my shoulders. It was meant to be reassuring, but it was bare skin on bare skin, which didn’t relax me at all. As twisted as it was, something about this whole situation still had me turned on. A small part of me liked that we could get caught, even if there wasn’t really a “we,” and no actual sex had been had.

  “I’ll tell them the truth,” he said. “You overslept. I just got here.”

  “Yeah. Like they’ll believe that.”

  His thumbs stroked my shoulders softly, and my body almost wilted.

  “I’ll make them believe. I promise.”

  He stepped away like he hadn’t just caressed my bare skin, and I wasn’t naked beneath my sheet. His expression was calm and unreadable. It was like he wasn’t affected at all.

  Were some men of a different species? Did they have different DNA that enabled them to be so much better than other guys?

  I resisted the urge to drop my sheet again just to get a reaction out of him. I closed my eyes, and nodded. I kept my eyes closed as he slipped out of the room so that I wouldn’t do something stupid. I stood there, frozen and turned on, even after I heard him greet my parents.

  It was going to be a long day.

  15

  Cade

  For the second time in this apartment, I had a very awkward problem at a very inappropriate time.

  If given the choice between facing Max’s parents like this and jumping into an active volcano, I would have to make a serious pros and cons list.

  I took a few seconds to focus, even though I knew a few seconds would never be enough to get the sight of Max out of my head. She was exquisite, and my self-control was a thin line at the moment. Even now, I was fighting the urge to go back in there and kiss her, which was not helping me fight the other problem I had going on.

  I shook my head to clear my thoughts, adjusted myself as best I could, and walked down the hall into the living room.

  Please God don’t let Max’s mother try to hug me.
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br />   Max’s mother gave a shrill squeal when she saw me. “Cade! I didn’t know you were here.”

  She was wrestling a turkey out of a cooler, and left it to come toward me for what I could only assume was a hug.

  I moved like she was one of the Philadelphia Eagles coming in for a tackle, and darted around her.

  “Here, let me get that for you!” I bolted for the turkey in the cooler, and used that as my excuse. I stepped right up to the counter, thankful for the cover that it gave me. When she didn’t call me on it, I breathed a sigh of relief and started trying to free the poultry.

  The turkey was squishy and smelled like, well, raw meat. It helped diffuse my issue a little bit.

  It was a big bird, and it was a tight fit in the cooler.

  Tight fit.

  Don’t go there, brain. You were doing so good.

  I said the alphabet in my head to distract me as I pried the turkey free. It took a few minutes, but I was almost completely under control by the time I got the bird loose.

  “Where do you want it, Mrs. M?”

  Mick had just finished piling the last of their things on the kitchen table. It looked like they had brought a whole apartment with them. She grabbed a large