Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

So I bring her lips to mine and whisper the plea she wants against them. “I can’t take it, Lennon. Let me come. Please.”

Damn. I don’t think he cave to begging that fast!

I hate you, but I love your cock. Thanks for letting me ride it. Bye, Jason.

😂😂😂 not the wrong name

“The car.” He jabs his finger inside, his chest lurching. “You. Right now. I fucking get it, okay? It’s a series of unfortunate events. It’s not your fault, none of it, but for fuck’s sake, Lennon, accept the help when it’s offered to you. You can continue hating me while you do it, and I’ll make it easier for you by driving you up the fucking wall.” His rapid breathing slows as his frustration wanes, like he sees my fight dimming. “C’mon, honey,” he murmurs, the soft words carrying across the frigid air, warming parts of me that have no business being warmed. He holds his hand out to me. “Get in the fucking car.”

“Goodbye, peanut butter,” he murmurs, dropping the jar in the trash. “Goodbye, honey-roasted nuts. Goodbye, white chocolate macadamia nut cookies.” He pulls out a box of Reese’s Puff cereal, and this giant, grown-ass man before me actually fucking whimpers. “Goodbye, sweet, sweet heaven.”

Bout fuckin’ time” is all he murmurs before his mouth collides with mine.

Because my happiness definitely does not have anything to do with her.

And I am definitely not getting my roommate-with-benefits flowers on Valentine’s Day.

And when she goes to the grocery store, I change the sheets on her bed to the new silk ones I bought her, but only because they just came...

And when I’m driving aimlessly around the city, I definitely don’t wind up in front of a random flower shop, and I definitely don’t go inside and ask if they have pink tulips. And when the man behind the counter tells me they close in two minutes and he doesn’t have time to make up a bouquet, I definitely don’t hand him two hundred dollars and ask if he can make the time.

It’s definitely not because I’m nervous.

“Aw, come on, dude. Quit stealing my girl.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I freeze. Lennon, too, and Adam and Rosie.

Carter screeches, “Britney’s Bitches! Assemble!”

😂😂😂

“Oh my God,” Carter breathes out, shaky and barely audible over the thud of my pulse. “It’s happening,” he whispers. “Britney’s Bitches . . . assemble.”

I got lucky enough to find you, not once, but twice? You want me to ask you to stay, Lennon? To tell you I’m in love with you?”

“Here it is, honey. I love you. I am so goddamn, mind-blowingly in love with you, and the thought of losing you is killing me. I don’t want you to go. This place only feels like a home when you’re here.” I whisper my final plea. “Please, honey. Please stay.”

I don’t walk away from the people who need me,

“I don’t know when I fell in love with you. It happened slowly, I think, but maybe we planted the seeds that first night. One day I just looked at you, and I knew. It was like my world stopped, and all I could focus on was the way I felt in that moment, like I’d come alive, stepped out of the shadows and into the sunshine,

You are my best friend, my line, and my home.