Deke (Fake Boyfriend, #3)

by Eden Finley

Prepare for reality, kids, because when all’s said and done, Prince Charming will throw you an ultimatum.

Bless sweet baby hard rock twink, Ash, but he’s no Prince Charming. I didn’t even bother with his story bc he’s kind of a major ass

Sweet Neil Patrick Harris, I’m fucked. Ollie looks like he’s going to throw up, and I’m kicking myself for not recognizing him sooner. I should’ve known he was a jock with the way I immediately wanted to climb him like a tree. If he really was waiting in the bathroom for a hookup, I wouldn’t have hesitated. Closeted meatheads are my kryptonite, and apparently, I don’t even need to know that fact anymore before being drawn to them.

I’m obsessed with Lennon

After we settle in, dinner becomes a quiet affair, probably because it’s feeding time at Jurassic Park.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s not every day I have a hot guy’s hands on me.” The corners of his mouth tip up ever so slightly. The quick response is on the tip of my tongue. “That can’t be true. You’re hot.” Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. Why the fuck not? a little voice says. I think it’s coming from my dick.

My pussy talks to me a lot too, so felt this

if I could, I’d write an entire article on how pretty he is when he’s not scowling. Somehow, I don’t think Ollie or my editor would be okay with that.

😍😍😍😍

When Noah told me Jet was Matt’s little brother, I expected a mini, younger, broody Matt. Turns out, he’s an adorable twink with attention deficit disorder.

My bread and butter is adorable twinks

The burn of staring follows me to the line at the bar, and I know exactly where it’s coming from. Ollie’s gaze is locked on me, as if trying to kill me with the Force. I’m tempted to fake choke, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself when no one will understand what I’m doing. This crowd doesn’t seem like the Star Wars type.

“You know who never has to point out they’re an adult? Actual adults.”

“Your mouth’s going to get you into trouble one day.” “I’m betting on it.”

(It does baby, can’t wait)

We kiss again, losing ourselves in a void between real and fake, but if I’m honest with myself, nothing has ever been fake with Lennon—not even that dinner at the Honey Bee. I might not have realized it at the time, but that dinner was a turning point. It gave me hope about moving on. From Ash, from the closet walls that are getting smaller and smaller every day to the point I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to endure the claustrophobia.

I’m legitimately beginning to worry that topping for the first time means he lost a severe amount of brain cells when he came. Sex makes you dumb, people.

“Even if Sports Illustrated is my dream job, you’re my actual dream. Giving us a real shot is what I want.”