Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

Kevin kept his eyes on Carrie while he basically felt up the other woman.

Blake needed to get her out of there, away from the idiot before he caused more damage. Because every time Kevin looked at her or even spoke, she tensed. She was trying so hard to put on a brave face, and Blake would support that braveness however he could.

And if the name of the game was One-Up the Asshole, then Blake and Carrie were going to win.

“Come on, little girl, let’s go enjoy some pineapples.”

He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She gasped in shock, and he smacked her butt as he hustled through the forest. All of which Kevin saw. Good.

Get a good look at us ditching your ass, douchebag, he thought as he wound Carrie farther and farther through the pineapple maze, until they had some privacy.

“This is gorgeous,” she said when he set her down, and she looked up at all the amazing-smelling trees.

“You are gorgeous,” he said, and stepped toward her until her back hit the trunk. But she didn’t meet his eyes. Didn’t say anything. “What’s on your mind?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Gorgeous is a word saved for acres of pineapple trees and women like Wendy.”

Blake scoffed. But she seemed serious. He couldn’t blame her. She was handling this incredibly well; hanging out with her ex and his new woman had to be God awful. But did she really not see that a woman like Wendy was so painfully predictable it wasn’t even funny?

“Wendy has nothing on you,” he said.

Carrie laughed in his face. “Oh please! I have eyes. I can see, well, everything, since she doesn’t seem to have clothing on, ever.”

He smiled. “Wendy is the kind of woman that puts on a bikini because it’s all she has to offer. You are the whole package and way sexier.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. Looked at her pineapple shirt. “No one is around, so we don’t have to pretend right now.”

“Oh, I think we do,” he said, cupping her hips and pressing his front against hers. “See, the way I figure it, we have to rejoin the group in a few minutes. We should come back looking tousled and like we’ve just had a grand time in the maze.”

She stared at his mouth. “For the sake of keeping up our ruse,” she said.

He nodded. “Of course.”

“W-what do you suggest?” she asked breathlessly.

He shrugged a shoulder and trailed his fingers along the band of her shorts. “Well, I think I need to press you hard against this tree”—he did just that— “so that you get a little of the bark on your shirt. Maybe a few scratches on the backs of your thighs.” He kicked her legs apart with his.

“Oh,” she moaned. “What would that show?”

“It would show…” He rocked against her again, thrusting his hips the way he would if he were really inside her, taking her against this tree like he wanted to. But two pairs of shorts and a set of rules were in his way.

Jesus, what am I doing?

He had to pull back. This was fake but feeling pretty damn real at the moment, and he should pull back before he forgot this was only for show.

But when she licked her lips and moved her legs, coaxing him closer, like she was into it, any rational thought Blake had disappeared.

She wanted to know what this would look like?

“It shows that I was fucking you hard against this tree,” he whispered.

He was hitting her clit, he could tell, and that was too close, but every time he pressed and moved, she gasped and clung to him tighter.

“Show me,” she said.

“You should run your fingers through my hair,” he said, and she instantly grabbed on.

“Like this?” she asked.