Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

What had she been thinking?

“I know this is fake. It’s fine,” she said.

The sound of Wendy moaning and the bed banging against the shared wall started.

“I hate them,” Carrie mumbled.

“Not much to like,” Blake agreed.

The banging and moaning got louder.

“I just want to shove our super-awesome and totally made up relationship in their face!” Carrie said with a huff.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Blake said with a smile.

He went to stand on the bed. He held his hand out and she joined him. He started jumping and she laughed.

Then he smacked the wall, then her ass, and she yelped.

“You like that, baby?” he said loudly, and Carrie realized what he was doing. He was putting on a show loud enough for their neighbors to hear. And she loved him for that. Fake boyfriend and fake sex—it would be the best yet.

“You know I love it,” she said with an exaggerated moan. “Harder!”

They jumped and pounded the headboard against the wall. She could hear some kind of retaliation from next door but didn’t care. It wasn’t as good as her and Blake. And they were fully clothed, holding hands, and jumping.

“Come on, baby, take it,” he said.

“Oh God, yes,” she said back, and the only thing that stopped her was remembering how she said it earlier in the pineapple field. Blake made her feel things, come so hard and easily. She had thought something was wrong with her for the longest time with Kevin, because she never came. Hell, they’d barely had sex.

But Blake?

Blake made her say, “Oh God, yes.”

And he didn’t even know how true that rang.

The look in his eyes was wild, and something in Carrie’s response made it even hungrier. She could read him better than she ever could anyone else. He wanted to stick to the rules tonight? Fine. But that didn’t stop her from what they both wanted.

She threw herself at him, and he fell to his perfectly toned butt on the bed. With his back against the headboard, she straddled him.

“Whoa,” he whispered. “Nothing real. Your rule, remember?”

She nodded. “Stupid rule.” She wanted to tear off his shirt, but he stopped her.

“Say that again later when you’re sober, and we’ll talk.”

Ugh! There he goes being a gentleman again.

“But…” She rocked forward in protest and realized it made Blake groan and the headboard smack the wall simultaneously.

She glanced down. He was hard beneath her. Sure, their clothes were on, but if she could feel him, he could feel her. And even though they might not have sex, they could still sound like it.

Especially since Kevin and Wendy seemed to be picking up the pace over there, based on the moans and sounds.

“Fine, we’ll talk more later,” Carrie conceded, and rocked again. The way she would if she were riding him. The way she desperately wanted to feel him inside her.

Screw it.

She jerked his pants open so that his hard cock sprang free, and she shoved her dress up.