Page 23 of Faking With Mr. Steele

“I used to come here a lot over the years.” I point to some of the woodwork. “Whoever built this place took their time with all the details. They hand carved all the designs into the walls.”

She traces her fingers over some of the intricate wood carvings. “These designs are so amazing. Look at this flower.” Her fingers flow along the petals of a hydrangea carved into the wall. “What is this place?”

“A long time ago this little house would be a place for passing boats to stop and take a break as they traveled through the lake. I think they would sell ice fishing gear here as well.”

“Ah.” She faces me. “And you use to come here?”

“Yeah, growing up whenever I wanted to get away from life, or my family.”

“I love it here.” Then she turns to face me, her eyes growing serious. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I’m happy I brought you.” I step closer until we’re toe-to-toe. Her eyes flutter closed as I graze a finger along her cheek. I like touching her. She’s so soft and feels like silk and happiness. “This place is really special to me.”

Her eyes open, their vibrant blue color shining up at me. “You’re special to me,” she whispers.

And damn if that doesn’t do things to me. I pull her in, capturing her lips with mine. Fire blazes through my veins when she moans.

I can’t think about anything but taking this girl, making her know just how special she is to me. Is it possible I could be falling for her?

No, it’s too soon, too risky. Here’s the thing, though—I want her. And not just sex. I like being around her. Holding her today on the couch while my family decorated the tree, felt all too domesticated. But, I liked it.

I deepen the kiss, running my hands all over her body as she clings to me.

“We shouldn’t…” she doesn’t finish her thought, because I kiss her again. Oh yes, we should. Fuck the negativity. I lay the blanket at our feet and kneel down, bringing Zoe with me.

There’s way too many clothes in the winter time. She removes her coat, sweater, bra, and then pulls me in until I’m up close and personal with her tits. I trail my tongue along the stiff peak, sucking her nipple into my mouth, and then do the same with the other.

Her intense gaze, trembling body, and little moans tell me she likes the way I touch her. And that thought makes me greedy formore, so I rid her of her jeans and panties to run my tongue over her silky thighs. Chills erupt along her skin. I spread her legs and stare at her, and not at her eyes. She’s ready and wet. Her cheeks blush and she tries to close her legs, but Itskher. “Don't be embarrassed.”

And then I drop my body, settling on my elbows between her legs, and plant a few kisses over her thighs, making my way to her sweet spot. I swipe my tongue over her wetness and her legs try to close again. “Relax, Zoe, let me enjoy all of you.”

She closes her eyes, and leans her head back.

I bring my hands under her ass, cupping each cheek in my palms, and feast, sucking and nibbling against her heated skin. It’s heaven, and she moans, grinding her body against me. Fuck, she’s so hot.

She rocks forward, her hands in my hair, leading me exactly where she wants me, and I don’t disappoint. I take her in all the ways I can. I lick at her skin, playing with her clit between my lips and teeth. She gets louder and louder, and I keep fucking her with my tongue, my face, and then my fingers. And my fuck, she’s so turned on, and so am I. My body is iron, my cock made of steel, as I hum my lips along her skin. The moment she loses control is a beautiful sight. I wrap an arm beneath her, squeezing tighter, as if I can hold onto her forever by not letting go.

“Graham, oh fuck,” she whispers as her body calms after her orgasm.

I don’t want the moment to end, I want to drag it out for fear of never having the chance again. So, I bring my lips to meet hers, kissing her until I can’t stand it anymore. A ragged groan tears from deep within my throat as I push my way inside her.Goddamn I can’t get over how tight she is. And how good she feels.

Her legs grip around my back, and I keep pushing, keep trying to go in as deep as I can. Until I can stop the incessant want and need of this girl. But, it’ll never end. I have a feeling I’ll keep wanting her more and more after each time.

I lean my forehead against hers, our lips a millimeter apart, and whisper her name again and again.

Her eyes crash into mine, owning me. Completely fucking owning me. My orgasm rips through me as she tells me howshe’s never had it so good. My heart beat ramps up, and I know in this exact moment, I am completelyfuckedover this girl.

Chapter 10

Zoe

The next morning, I sleep in. And it’s heaven in this big comfy bed with thoughts of Graham swimming in my head. Sounds like a Christmas rhyme. What happens next, is exactly what’s in the poem.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

I look out the window and this can’t be happening. I mean this really can’t be happening. What the Hell? Eleanor has a thingy, an actual wedding thingy, assembled in their backyard. An arch, with white flowers snaking around the frame of the trellis. The only thing missing is the wedding officiant underneath.

I get dressed in a hurry and fly down the stairs.

“What do you think?” she asks as I step outside.

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