Page 30 of Pretend You're Mine

"Ave." I groaned again, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. "I want... I want..."

"I know, Creed." Avery breathed back into my ear. "I want you too."

Those words sent electricity straight to my groin, and I rocked against him harder.

Ave’s hand closed around my dick, stroking me, circling, circling, and nearly driving me wild. And the amazing thing was it didn't feel as weird as I’d expected. Nothing in my wildest dreams had prepared me for this moment. If anyone had asked me a week ago if I would ever be this close to another guy, kiss him, and allow him to put his hand on my dick, I would have said no fucking way, dude. But here I was and loving every minute of our connection.

His drawn-out moan sent blood rushing to my cock. He pumped my dick hard, as if he was desperate to drive me to the brink of insanity. All I wanted was the continuous spread of the warmth I felt inside of me.

I exhaled, giving myself over to him. Whatever weirdness I expected had been replaced by wanton, burning pressure that rushed into my balls. I moved my hips in a desperate frenzy, pressing them against him. With a primal noise, he responded by gyrating his body against mine.

“Unghhh...I’m coming," I warned seconds later. My thrusts became frenzied as my mind snapped and pleasure broke over me. Ave’s tongue reached into my mouth, tangling with mine, while one hand pumped my dick and the fingers of his other hand clawed at my thighs.

He stepped back, but I couldn't let him go. My grip tightened around his lithe form, pulling him back towards me with a force that echoed my yearning. With a strength born of desire, I hoisted him into my arms as if he weighed no more than a feather. His legs instinctively curled around my waist, locking us in an intimate embrace.

He began to move against me, his rhythm matching the pounding of my heart. His uncut length seemed to throb in his hand, veins pulsing with life. I was transfixed by the sight. I could feel every twitch and shudder of pleasure that coursed through his body as if they were my own. The world seemed to condense down to this single point of connection between us—a tether that bound me to him.

And then it happened. A guttural grunt escaped Ave’s lips, echoing off the steamy walls of our hidden sanctuary. It was a sound that resonated within me, stirring something deep and primal.

His climax hit like an explosion—intense and earth-shattering. Heat radiated from him in waves, soaking into my skin and searing itself into my memory. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—more magical than the spring we found ourselves in.

In that moment of release, he wasn't just in my arms; he had become a part of me—an indelible imprint on my soul that would forever remind me of this moment… of him.

Sated but thoroughly exhausted, we waded out of the water. I grabbed my clothes, spreading them on the rocks as padding. Sitting on them, I helped Avery settle into my lap.

I watched his shy smile get broader as my hands brushed the wet hair from his face, tossing it to the side. "That was perfect, Creed. So perfect.”

CHAPTER 17

AVERY

“Wow, look at you here,” Creed pointed at a photo of my seven-year-old self, hair a wild mess, a chocolate smear across my cheek. “What were you trying to be, a raccoon?”

The living room felt warm and inviting as Creed and I flipped through the family photo album. Each page turned was a trip down memory lane, filled with pictures of me as a kid, and Creed couldn’t resist teasing me.

“Hey!” I laughed, shaking my head. “That was an intense day at the chocolate factory tour. I think I might’ve accidentally had more fun than I was supposed to.”

“Looks more like you single-handedly took out the entire snack table,” Creed smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You must have been a handful.”

I nudged him playfully. “Well, at least I wasn’t as boring as I bet you were as a kid. Let me guess—you were the model student? Perfect grades, no shenanigans?”

Creed feigned shock, hand over his heart. “Excuse you, I was a rebellious child! I once stayed up past my bedtime to finish a book. It was scandalous.”

“Wow, a real rebel,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “I’m surprised you didn’t get sent to military school.”

Creed’s laughter filled the room, and for a moment, everything else faded away. I felt a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the cozy surroundings.

Just as I was about to turn the page, the door swung open, and my mother walked in, her expression curious. “What are you two up to?”

“Just reminiscing,” Creed said, his tone darkening. He gestured to the album, and she stepped closer, peering at the pages.

“Oh, I remember this!” she exclaimed, pointing at a picture of me in a clown costume from a childhood birthday party. “You were so cute! I can’t believe you used to let me dress you up like that.”

“Mom, please! I’m trying to maintain some dignity here.” I buried my face in my hands, the wordMomslipping out before I even realized it. It caught me off guard, a little crack in the armor I usually kept on around her. In moments like this, when she let herself be playful, she felt more like amom—warm, approachable, someone I could almost laugh with. Not the stern, distantmotherI’d grown used to. Why couldn’t she be this way more often?

The atmosphere felt light as we flipped through more pictures, and I lost myself in the nostalgia of simpler times. My mother pointed out moments I’d forgotten, each memory a reminder of how uncomplicated life had once been.

But just as I was settling into that comfort, she turned to Creed, her voice bright. “You know, you might really miss Avery while he’s gone to Japan for a month.”

---