Deke (Fake Boyfriend, #3)

by Eden Finley

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.

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.

“Hey, I still have all my teeth.” Ollie smiles. “Except a few back ones. And okay, this one”—he points to his right canine tooth—“is an implant. But the rest are entirely my own.”

I think my cock thought I despised it with how many hate jerk-off sessions I had thinking about you.”

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.”

“Until I can afford the entire world, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.” He stares up into my eyes, and with the most serious voice, he says, “I want you to kidnap the president. And the Declaration of Independence. National Treasure style.” I laugh. “Fuck, I love you.”