Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,30

saw his mama wink at him as he moved away from them.

I bounced on his shoulder as he carried me up the stairs. “Liam.” I hesitated, trying to come up with his middle name, but realized that I didn’t know it. “Wait, what’s your middle name?”

“Not important.” He was still walking, and for a moment, I wondered where the hell he was taking me.

“I bet it’s something super country like Jethro or Billy Bob.” I giggled just as he tossed me down on his bed.

“My middle name is not Billy Bob.” He rolled his eyes, but I was more concerned about the way his thighs were touching the edges of mine.

“Jethro was my first guess.”

He moved into my space, his face coming close to mine, and I tried to catch my breath from being thrown over his shoulder and being thrown into another situation where the only thing I wanted to do was press my lips against his.

“Do you have a problem with country boys?” He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, tugging me closer to him.

“No problem.” I blew some hair out of my face. “I’ve just never experienced one out in the wild like this.”

“You literally see me all the time.”

“Yeah, but you’re not quite this country at home. Being in the south really brings the redneck out in you.”

“I’m not a redneck.” He lifted the same piece of hair I was struggling with only a moment before and tucked it behind my ear. “There’s a difference between a country boy and a redneck.”

“And what if I don’t like country boys?” He was so close to me now I could practically taste the scent of him on my tongue.

“You don’t really have a choice. You’re dating one.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Fake dating one.” I pointed out the obvious. A point that neither one of us were in any danger of forgetting.

“Semantics.”

He looked down at my mouth, and I wondered if he was questioning the semantics of this arrangement as hard as I was. But Liam wasn’t as easily swayed as me. He pushed away from the bed, and I took a deep breath as I watched him walk toward his small closet.

“You have a really nice ass. Did you know that? As your fake girlfriend, it would be wrong for me not to point that out.”

I was thinking about how easily I could get used to this view just as something hit me directly in the face.

I picked up the shirt just as he said, “Go get gussied up. We have a game to win tonight.”

“Why do I have to get gussied up for your grown man football game?”

“Because, darlin’.” He put an extra strong drawl on the pet name and I swear my stomach tightened instantly. “This might be fake, but I’m still going to reap the benefits. And as your fake boyfriend, your ass is much better than nice and tonight you’re going to be my personal cheerleader.”

I held up the jersey with Gentry on the back.

“Do I get pom-poms?”

He grabbed a pair of gym shorts and boxers before making his way to the door. “As long as you’re shaking your ass and chanting my name, I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Ten

His Cheerleader

Brooke

I took what Liam said to heart, and I was dying at the way his mama kept smiling as she looked at me.

Him and his dad left the house two hours ago to go get warmed up which Sarah told me meant drink some beers before the game. The game was happening on the high school football field, and I was surprised by how many people filled the stadium as Liam’s mama and I walked up.

“I know I’m his mom, and I probably shouldn’t say this, but Liam’s going to die when he sees you.”

I hoped she wasn’t wrong. I put in a lot of work for this cheerleader job of mine.

I put on his jersey, but it practically swallowed me whole. So I rolled up the sleeves and tied up the back to pull it taut against my chest and stomach. The tiniest sliver of my stomach was showing just above the smallest pair of blue jean shorts I owned.

I questioned not wearing any of it, especially knowing his mom and dad would be here, but Liam was the one who told me he wanted them to like me less. Plus, Sarah’s reaction was basically a squeal of delight when she saw me.

I’m pretty positive it’s because she secretly wants me