“Harder,” he said.
A rustle of trees and Kevin’s voice rang out. He and his woman were close. Good.
“You should call out my name,” Blake said lowly to Carrie.
“Blake,” she said softly.
“Louder,” he ordered. He moved just enough to grab the back of her knee in one hand, making the tree shake, certain that wherever Kevin was he would get the idea of what they were doing.
“Blake,” she said louder, and judging by the way Kevin scoffed on the other side of the maze wall, he’d heard them. Success.
This is fake, he told himself again. Just for show.
That was why he kept grinding against her. Using his body to mimic what he wished his cock was doing. This was just a means to an end. To put on a show. It didn’t matter that he was hard.
“Sell it,” Blake whispered against Carrie’s ear. “He’s listening. Make him know what he’s missing.”
“Yes!” she said louder.
Blake moved again, hoping she didn’t notice or care that it was his hard-on that was pressing against her center. Just a means to an end. Getting turned on was just an occupational hazard.
“I still can’t hear you, little girl,” he said.
Her hands wove into his hair harder. This felt almost real. Like she was really turned on, really close to coming, really wanting him. When her fingernails dug into his scalp, he couldn’t hold back. He kissed her hard, cupping the back of her thigh and grinding faster against her.
She broke away to yell against his mouth, “Oh my God, Blake! Yes!”
She was an amazing actress, because if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was really coming. But he needed to get control because fake or not, he was really about to go off in his shorts like a damn teenager. His body was shaking from the need.
But he slowly unlocked her leg from around his hips and she adjusted her shorts. He turned quickly to adjust himself, though he was certain there was no hiding the raging problem in his shorts.
“That was… I just…” She was searching for words, her cheeks heated. But the rustle of the tree close by made it apparent that Kevin was still close. Probably listening. Blake put a finger to his lips and nodded in the direction of Kevin. Carrie silently nodded in understanding.
“So you came hard, baby?” Blake said with a wink, making sure it was loud enough Kevin could hear. Carrie played along.
“Yes, I did. Very hard.”
He grinned, but it fell fast. Something in her expression seemed so…real.
“Well we better get back,” he said and took her hand, leading the way.
Kevin and Side Piece had beaten them back to entrance, and they didn’t look like they’d had half the fun he’d had with Carrie.
Loser.
Blake looked at Carrie. Her hair was a mess, her shorts wrinkled, her tank top a little off. He handed her a pineapple he’d grabbed on the way out.
“I warned you that I love these,” he said, and winked.
She smiled and to
ok it, that lovely blush returning to her cheeks.
Kevin was staring them down, and Carrie just continued to smile. Blake liked to think he put that smile on her face. Being her fake boyfriend wasn’t so bad. But when he saw how puffy her lips were from kissing, a twinge of pride hit him.
Suck on that, douchebag. Oh wait, you can’t, but I just did.
Okay, so his inner thoughts were a little childish, but he didn’t care. Carrie was a prize, and he’d sure as hell make sure she felt it and that Kevin never got near her again.