Page 9 of Fake Engagement with my Brother's Best Friend

“Why do you keep doing that?” she whispers, her voice shaky, vulnerable.

I want to tell her the truth, to admit that this is more than just an act, more than just a game. I can’t. Not yet. So instead, I shrug, trying to play it off even though I know she won’t buy it.

“For the act,” I say, the words hollow even to my own ears.

Grace shakes her head, clearly unconvinced, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she steps back, putting a few feet of space between us as if she needs to catch her breath, to think.

We stand there in the thick silence, both of us still catching our breath. I can see the doubt flickering in Grace’s eyes, the way she’s teetering on the edge of something she doesn’t want to admit. I know I should step back, give her space, but every part of me is drawn to her, like a magnet I can’t resist.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, Grace,” I say, my voice rough, trying to convince her, trying to convince myself. “It can just be a bit of fun. No strings, no pressure. We’re both in this, whatever it is, and maybe… maybe we just need to see where it goes.”

She looks at me, her lips parted, her breath still coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Fun?” she echoes, her tone half disbelieving, half curious.

I nod, taking a step closer, closing that space between us again. “Yeah. I don’t know why, but I need you, Grace. I think… I think you need me too.”

She hesitates, her eyes searching mine for something—truth, maybe, or just reassurance that she’s not the only one feeling this pull. Then, slowly, she nods. “Okay,” she whispers, almost like she’s testing the word out. “Okay.”

That’s all I need to hear. I close the distance between us, my hands finding her hips as I pull her to me, kissing her hard, desperate to feel her again. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down to her, and it’s like all the tension, all the confusion, melts away in the heat of our kiss.

We stumble backward, her back hitting a tree as I press her against it, my hands roaming over her body. She’s warm, soft, and everything about her feels like fire under my fingertips. I kiss her like I’m drowning, and she’s the only thing keeping me afloat, each touch making the need for her burn hotter and hotter.

Grace moans against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, deeper into the kiss. It’s raw, primal, and I’m losing control, every rational thought slipping away as I focus only on the way she feels in my arms. The consequences, the complications—they all blur into the background, irrelevant compared to the way she’s responding to me.

I slide my hands up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest as she gasps for breath between kisses. Her dress bunches up under my touch, and I can’t resist running my hands along her bare thighs, drawing another soft moan from her lips.

“Logan,” she breathes, her voice full of need, and it only drives me crazier.

I press my lips to her neck, tasting the salt on her skin as I kiss my way down, reveling in the way she arches against me, her body seeking mine. My hands find the hem of her dress, pushing it higher as I press my hips against hers, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric.

She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulls me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist. It’s electric, the way our bodies fit together, the way everything about this moment feels inevitable, like we’ve been leading up to it from the moment we met.

I push aside all thoughts of what comes next, of what this means. Right now, there’s only Grace—only the taste of her lips, the heat of her skin, and the way she’s melting into me.

“Grace,” I murmur against her ear, my voice rough, full of everything I’m feeling but can’t say. “I want you.Now.”

She answers by kissing me harder, her hips grinding against mine in a way that makes my head spin. It’s reckless, dangerous, but neither of us stops. We’re too far gone, too wrapped up in this need that’s been simmering between us for so long.

I feel her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, and then her hands are on my chest, tracing the lines of muscle as she explores every inch of me. I groan, feeling the heat of her touch, the way she’s looking at me like she’s seeing me for the first time.

There’s no going back now, no stopping what we’ve started. I lift her higher against the tree, my lips finding hers again as I let go of everything else. This is all that matters—this moment, this heat, this need that’s consuming us both.

I kiss Grace like she’s the only thing that matters, because right now, she is. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us in this wild, desperate tangle of desire. Her body is warm and responsive beneath my hands, and every sound she makes drives me further into a frenzy.

I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher as I press her against the tree. The fabric bunches around her waist,leaving her legs bare against me. I can feel the heat radiating from her, and it’s enough to make me lose whatever shred of control I had left. My lips find her neck again, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin just below her ear, and she tilts her head back, giving me more access.

My cock is hard as I press against her. She’s hot, wet, andperfect.

She gasps, her breath hitching as I press my hips against hers, feeling the friction that sends sparks shooting through my veins. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer, her nails grazing my skin in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. I want more—need more—and it’s clear she feels the same. The way she moves against me, the way she clings to me like she can’t get close enough, it’s intoxicating.

I bring one hand up to cup her face, tilting her head so I can capture her lips again. The kiss is hungry, frantic, both of us lost in the heat of the moment. My other hand trails down her side, feeling the curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest, before slipping between her thighs.

She gasps into my mouth, her body arching against mine as I touch her, feeling the wetness that tells me just how much she wants this. I swallow her moan with another kiss, my fingers teasing her as I explore every inch of her, memorizing the way she feels, the way she responds to me.

“Logan,” she whispers, her voice shaky, full of need and something else—something that makes my heart pound even harder. I kiss her harder, deeper, desperate to feel more of her, to get lost in her completely.

I press against her, my body responding to every little sound she makes, every movement she makes against me. My breathcomes in short, ragged gasps as I focus on her, on the way she’s trembling in my arms, the way she’s clutching at me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.

I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the way she feels, the way her body fits perfectly against mine. Everything else fades away, leaving only the heat of her skin, the taste of her lips, the way she’s falling apart in my arms.

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