Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,57

was completely open to him and he knew it. He used his hands on my thighs to hold me in place as he looked down and watched what he was doing. My legs were shaking and the urge to close them was overwhelming, but he was having none of it. He pushed them wider, impossibly so, and I shocked at the way he moved against me.

Every time his body hit mine, a shockwave ran through my clit, and I knew I wouldn’t last. Liam was too good, at pleasing me, at confusing me, at making me want things I couldn’t have.

“Oh, God.” I clung to his shoulders and buried my face in his neck as my orgasm raked through my body.

I felt flooded by everything he was, everywhere he was touching me. It was too much. Too intense. My body fell apart and my emotions went with it.

I didn’t let go of him as he thrust into me until his body fell over the edge with me or as he walked us over to his bed. I didn’t let go as he laid down with me still attached to him or when he whispered my name.

I held on to him long into the night, and I didn’t let the first tear fall until the rhythm of his chest slowed and his arms loosened around me.

Seventeen

Idiot

Liam

I had no idea what I was doing.

How was I just supposed to go back home today and pretend like nothing had happened?

I wasn’t Brooke. I couldn’t just turn it on and off.

When I got up this morning, she was already packing her bag and she smiled at me like nothing had happened before. She smiled at me like she wasn’t fazed at all.

But I was. I was so fucked up inside that I didn’t know what to do.

I couldn’t stand that shitty smile on her face or the way she told me she’d be down after she took a shower like going back home was the best thing she could imagine.

“What’s wrong?” My mom was staring at me over her coffee cup, and regardless of how hard I tried to hide it, I knew I was doing a piss-poor job of it.

I shook my head and stared out the window. I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t let her know that I brought Brooke here, the girl that she liked so much, just to trick her. I couldn’t tell her that I fell in love with her even though it wasn’t in the plans.

“I think I love Brooke.” I told her the only piece of honesty I could give her.

“I know.” She nodded and took a sip of her coffee as if I just told her the simplest news ever.

But it wasn’t simple. Nothing about Brooke was.

I faced her fully. “How could you know if I just figured it out?”

“Son, I’ve known ever since you walked in the door with her.”

Moms were full of it. She only thought she knew everything, but she didn’t. She didn’t have a clue about me and Brooke.

“That’s not true.” I shook my head.

“Yes. It is.” She looked to the stairs as if she didn’t want Brooke to overhear what she had to say next. “I don’t know what you two have going on between you, but I know you haven’t figured it out. Brooke looks at you like you hung the moon and she has since the moment you dropped her off in my kitchen to make biscuits.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t keep lying to her.

“She was faking.”

My mom shook her head, but she didn’t understand.

“I’m not lying to you, Mom, she was faking this entire time. I brought her here to lie to you.”

She took another sip of her coffee and stared at me as only a mama could. “Katie told me.”

What? I couldn’t believe her. After everything she’s done, did she actually believe that telling my mom about me and Brooke was going to change anything? Did it actually change anything?

“It doesn’t matter though. Whatever reason you brought that girl here, the outcome is the same. She loves you. I would much rather that be real than some two-month relationship you tried to appease me with.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have brought her here.” I hated those words. I would never take back the decision that brought us to today. “It was wrong to lie to you, but you’re wrong about her.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel the need to lie. I shouldn’t have put that