The Fake Engagement

“Why don’t you tell them the truth?” she asked.

“You want to stick around while I tell them I arranged this big lie because of my sister?” he asked. “You saw the mantel of wedding ceremonies.”

“Your sister isn’t there.”

“That’s because my sister is hiding something big from my parents and she’s too scared to tell them.”

“What?” Eliza asked.

He opened his mouth and closed it.

“You’re right. This isn’t my business,” she said.

“My sister is … she is in love with a woman,” he said.

“Wait, what?”

“Yep, she has been since college. She lives with her. Our parents don’t know the truth because she is terrified of disappointing them. She’s the only daughter and all that.”

Eliza frowned. “I don’t think your parents will mind.”

“I know, but ask Caroline, my sister’s girlfriend, how her parents took it.”

“Not well?”

“They disowned her big time. Cut her off. She had no choice but to leave town.”

“Caroline’s not from Westcliffe Heights?”

“Nope. Trudy brought her to Westcliffe. Told my parents some of what happened, not all of it, and well, you know what they say, the rest is history.”

“Have you met Caroline?”

“Yeah, she’s a sweet woman.” He groaned. “Okay, seeing as you haven’t run for the hills yet, then I better tell you that my parents thought I was in love with Caroline.”

“They did?”

“Yeah, I’m not. I just … when it all kind of kicked off, I was around, and I helped Trudy to move Caroline in. My parents didn’t get it. They thought I was helping her out because of my feelings for her, and I think they may assume the reason I’ve never brought a girlfriend or a fiancée back to town was because of that.”

“Wow,” Eliza said.

“Yeah, wow.”

“Your family is amazing,” Eliza said.

“What about your family?” he asked.

“My family is pretty good. I don’t have any siblings. My parents wanted more kids, but there were complications while she was having me, so I was the only one. They are wonderful parents. I’m not going to claim they were anything but. They would like to see me settle down. Not living with my best friends. You know, they want the best for me. It’s why they can never find out about this,” she said. “If they did, our wedding would be planned for next week, and we’d have a dress, a caterer, and all that.”

“Were you one of those girls that planned out your wedding when you were a kid?” he asked.

She frowned and shook her head. “No, I wasn’t. I never had a thing for horses either, in case you’re wondering.”

He chuckled. “What did you love then?” he asked.

“My friends. I guess I … I don’t know, being the big girls in school, we were…” She groaned. “I’m going to tell you this, but I don’t want pity or you thinking anything bad, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, I’m all ears.”

“Juliet, Mackenzie, and I, we were … bullied about our weight and other things. We kind of found each other and realized there was this bond and unity between us. So long as we stuck together, nothing would ever hurt us. It is so totally lame telling you about this, but it was the way it worked for us. We were inseparable. Our folks always said that we’d grow apart. Different colleges and all that.”

“You didn’t grow apart, did you?”

“Nope. The same college suckers. We’re the best of friends.”

“I can see that. They’re good people, Eliza.”

“And so is your family.” She stared into his eyes, seeing he was genuine.

After all the travel and the revelation of sharing his bed, it was becoming a little too much for her, and she tried to stifle her yawn, but she ended up covering her mouth.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I’m so tired.” She started to chuckle.

“It’s fine. Goodnight.”

Eliza tensed up as Preston leaned over and kissed her forehead.

It wasn’t an overtly sexual kiss, but it seemed the most natural kiss in the world.

He pulled away and tensed up. “Can we just pretend I didn’t do that?” he asked.

“Yes, we can pretend. In case you didn’t know, I’m all about the pretend.”

****

Preston felt the nicest ass he’d felt in a long time nestled against his dick.

His hand was full with a large, firm tit, more than a handful, and the vanilla scent coming from the hair close to his face was somewhat intoxicating.

Opening his eyes, he saw the blonde hair, and slowly, piece by piece, he became very much aware of who he was holding.

At the same time, Eliza gave a little wiggle, tensed up, and within seconds, they had sprung apart. Both of them on either end of the bed.

“That was—” they said at the same time and stopped right on point.

Eliza’s gaze dropped down to his dick, and he quickly dropped his hands.

“You have an erection!”

“I’m a guy, okay? It’s what guys get when their hands are full of a gorgeous woman.” Eliza’s ass and tits had been fucking glorious in his hands.