Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

“Who wouldn’t want you?” he said softly, and touched her face.

She stared at him for a long moment, then impaled herself on him.

Blake’s head lolled against the ground as her hot, wet sheath rocked up and down on him. She buried him deep in her and slapped her hands to his chest for balance. Whatever Carrie needed to work out, she could use him. He’d gladly be her sounding board. Or her fucking board.

“There’s no one watching,” Blake said between gritted teeth.

“You’re right.” She bounced up and down, faster, harder, until Blake was devoured by her. The truth hit him hard. If no one was watching, they weren’t putting on a show, and what they were doing was just for them.

He ran his palms up her thighs and to her ass, splaying both hands there, and felt her round ass shift with every rock of her hips.

“You’re so good,” he said. And she was. Hell, she was the best he’d ever had. From the sting of her fingernails digging into his chest, to the tight core she was using to consume him, he laid there and loved the feeling of her writhe on him.

An odd image flashed in his mind: Carrie. Back home. In his bed.

Which was a bad sign. That was the kind of thing he had to keep to himself. He couldn’t let her know how he felt. Not when he couldn’t offer her a real relationship. But his heart was opening up to her anyway, and it would crush him when this ended.

“Baby, I’m coming,” she said.

Blake was right there with her, and he had no idea if he should be going instead.

Chapter Ten

Blake was on his morning run. Where was a fork when he needed it? Because there was Kevin and Wendy. He already wanted to claw his eardrums out before listening to more of their endless bullshit. You’d think they were on a damn island with the amount he had to see these two.

Oh wait…they were.

He sprinted harder, hoping to pass them in a blur, but when Kevin yelled his name, he realized he wasn’t a roadrunner that could just evaporate into a cloud of dust. Damn it.

“Getting an early run in alone, huh?” Kevin said. Blake didn’t respond, but Kevin was already talking again. “Yeah, Carrie never ran much, which is why Wendy and I get along much better.” He swatted his girlfriend’s ass, and she giggled and brushed a lock of hair from her face.

And the action almost blinded Blake because the gigantic rock on her ring finger burned his retina.

Oh fuck.

Apparently his reaction was clear, because Wendy held out her hand and wiggled her finger.

“You like it?” she said. “We got engaged last night.”

Blake closed his eyes for a moment. Despite what Carrie said and how she was playing at this competition of ex vs. ex, this would devastate her. Because she was still fresh off this breakup, and the fake relationship they were in was just that. Fake. So if she found out Kevin had already proposed to Wendy. On what should have been their honeymoon…

“Gotta go,” Blake said.

There was nothing else he could say. Nothing he cared to say. If he f

ailed Carrie, failed to keep her safe and protected from Kevin’s jabs of insensitivity, this whole mess would blow up in his face. Blake would never forgive himself.

He had one job, damn it.

He had to get to Carrie before she ran into the idiot twins. He had to make this time for her good. Somehow. And he’d start by getting her off this island and away from them, for at least a little while.

He sprinted toward the resort, formulating a plan.

…

Carrie’s whole body was rumbling as if an earthquake was taking over her bed. She peeked open one eye and saw it wasn’t an earthquake, just a giant man pushing on the mattress to wake her up.

“Ugh, take your overly exercised ass away from here,” she grumbled, and put her head under the pillow. “This is a sleepy happy zone.”