Page 20 of Fake Engagement with my Brother's Best Friend

The kiss deepens, and I let out a soft, involuntary moan as his tongue brushes against mine, igniting a fire that starts in my core and spreads through my entire body. I can’t get enough of him, can’t get close enough. I slide my hands into his hair,pulling him even closer, feeling the way his body responds to mine, the way his grip tightens on my waist.

I feel like I’m finally letting go of all the walls I’ve built around myself, letting him in completely. He’s doing the same, his kiss telling me everything he can’t put into words.

Logan’s hands move up my sides, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he explores the curves of my body, his fingers teasing the edge of my dress. I arch into him, my breath coming in short, heated gasps as the kiss grows more frantic, more desperate. There’s no room for hesitation, no space for second-guessing. It’s just us, lost in this moment, in each other.

I pull back just enough to catch my breath, my lips brushing against his as I whisper his name, the sound filled with all the desire and need coursing through me. “Logan…”

He groans softly, the sound vibrating against my lips as he tilts his head, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss. I can feel his hands everywhere—on my back, my hips, tracing the line of my jaw as if he’s memorizing every inch of me. It’s intoxicating, the way he touches me, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in the world right now.

I can’t help myself; I tug at his shirt, needing to feel more of him, needing to feel his skin against mine. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and I take the opportunity to run my hands over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle, the warmth of his skin. He’s beautiful, and the way he looks at me, like he’s just as overwhelmed by this as I am, makes my heart race even faster.

I lean in again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck, savoring the way he groans, the way his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer until I’m practically in his lap. Theintensity of it all is almost too much, but I don’t want to stop. I want to lose myself in him, in the way he makes me feel.

His hands move to my thighs, sliding up under the hem of my dress, and I shiver at the sensation, at the way his touch ignites a fire inside me that I can’t control. I kiss him again, harder this time, letting out a soft gasp as he pulls me even closer, the heat between us building until it’s almost unbearable.

“Grace,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough and filled with desire. “I need you…”

His words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I respond by pressing my body against his, feeling the way he responds, the way he’s just as desperate, just as eager.

I can feel the strength in his arms as he pulls me closer, his hands moving over my body with a mix of urgency and tenderness that makes my heart race even faster. His touch is everywhere—on my back, my waist, my thighs—and I can’t help but arch into him, craving more, needing more.

His cock is thick, pressing into the inside of my thigh as I arch into him. He pushes my panties aside and I moan as he slips inside me. I know I won’t last long.

We grind together, lost in the heat of the moment, until the world seems to tilt.

I can feel every inch of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in my own chest as he rocks, filling me up.

Logan’s hand slides up to cup my face, his thumb brushing gently over my cheek as he kisses me again, slower this time, savoring each moment, each touch. It’s as if he’s trying to memorize everything about me, and the thought makes my heartswell with something deep and powerful—something I’m not quite ready to name but can’t deny either.

I reach up, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kiss him back, pouring all of my emotions into that one simple act. There’s no hesitation, no holding back. It’s like we’re laying everything out between us, no more pretending, no more games.

As our touches grow softer, more languid, I feel the tension between us shift, becoming something warmer, something more intimate. The urgency that was there moments ago has melted into something deeper, something that feels more real than anything we’ve ever shared before.

Logan’s hand moves from my face to my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. He picks up the pace, his cock swelling as my walls clench. I can feel his breath on my neck, the warmth of his lips as he presses gentle kisses along my collarbone, the throb of him seated deep in me.

I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the feeling of him inside, the way he makes everything else disappear.

Finally, I feel my release; it washes over me in waves, pleasure making my back arch as Logan’s name slips from my lips.

He comes seconds later, gripping my hips and whispering, “Grace.” His hot cum fills me up until I’m gasping, clinging to him like life depends on it.

In the aftermath, we lie there for what feels like hours, wrapped up in each other. I feel nothing but warmth, a sense of belonging that I’ve never felt before.

Finally, I pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, my hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His gaze is soft, and it mirrors my own. For a moment,neither of us speaks. We don’t need to. Everything we feel is right there, in the way we look at each other, in the way our bodies are still entwined.

As I look into Logan’s eyes, my hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips, I can’t help but marvel at how we ended up here.

I care about him—more than I ever intended to, more than I ever thought possible when we first started this charade. There’s a softness in his gaze, a warmth that I know isn’t just for show, and it mirrors everything I’m feeling. As much as I want to believe, I can’t ignore the nagging fear of what happens once the wedding is over.

Once the act is supposed to end.

The rational part of me knows this whole thing was a stupid idea from the start, a way to keep my family off my back and avoid their well-meaning but overbearing concerns about my love life. But the truth is, this whole ridiculous plan has brought Logan and me closer together in ways I never expected. It’s made me see sides of him I didn’t know existed, and it’s made me confront feelings I’ve been trying to bury.

What happens after this? What happens when the wedding is over, when the pressure is off and we’re no longer pretending? Will we go back to the way things were before, or has this changed us for good? The thought of losing whatever it is we’ve found scares me more than I want to admit.

I want to say all of this to him, to lay it all out in the open, but the words catch in my throat. Instead, I do what I’ve always done—hold back, protect myself from the unknown. I carefully disentangle myself from him, sitting up and smoothing downmy dress, trying to compose myself even as my heart races with everything I’m not saying.

Logan watches me, his gaze still soft, still full of that unspoken connection between us. I manage a small, tentative smile, hoping it’s enough to hide the turmoil inside.

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