Page 14 of Fake Spring Fling

We head out the back entrance of the hotel to the clearly marked trail. It’s a wide path through a variety of trees, with a few benches scattered here and there. The farther we go, the wilder and more natural it becomes, and we see more birds and chipmunks.

She doesn’t bring up meeting her cousin, so I don’t either.

We chat about our favorite parks and green spaces in Kingsville, which evolves into a conversation about restaurants, cafés, and bookstores that we would love to show each other someday.

Even though we both keep subtly hinting it, neither of us mentions anything about concrete dates or long-term plans.

I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we’re still pretending this is a fake relationship. It’s also possible that Madison is nervous. As I tentatively take her hand, feeling it flutter slightly in mine, it’s pretty clear she’s never been in a relationship before. Time for me to take the lead.

“Are you having a good weird weekend so far?” I ask.

Her eyes twinkle. “Yes. You?”

“Yup. Dealing with my family in small, manageable doses. Great food. Spending time with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…”

Madison’s fingers tighten in mine. “Wyatt, you can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not? It’s true.” There’s a slight hill up ahead, and I spot some huge rocks about twenty feet off the trail. “Let’s go over there.”

Madison laughs as she follows me. “Am I following you off the beaten path? Little Red Riding Hood would say that’s a bad idea.”

I laugh with her, then sit down so that we’re at more of an eye level, pulling her to stand between my legs, facing me. I listen for other hikers, but we haven’t seen or heard anyone else for quite a while.

“I can’t get our kisses out of my mind, Madison.” My thumb drifts across her cheekbone and I hold her face in my palms for a moment, just staring into her eyes. “This is going to last more than a weekend, isn’t it? Please tell me you feel this, too.”

Her breath catches, then she nods quickly.

“If we were still pretending that this is a fling, why do you think would we be out here in the woods alone?” I continue.

Her hands lift to my shoulders, then a single fingertip drifts across my skin just above the neckline of my t-shirt. “We’d be…you know.”

“I’d really love to hear you say it.”

Her lips purse for a second. “Fooling around.”

“You know it’s more than a cover story, don’t you?”

The second she nods, I catch her lips with mine, holding her entire body against me. Every feeling I have for this incredible girl is channeled into the pressure of my lips against hers. She’s so curvy and soft, arousing me in ways I never would have anticipated.

It’s her sheer sweetness and the playful way she makes the best of everything as much as her warm brown eyes and beautiful, angelic face.

As her lips part, our kiss becoming wilder, I feel a pressure building in my chest. I need to be her man. The one. The only man who ever kisses her like this, with a lusty fire I can barely control.

The rustling of the leaves around us can’t hide Madison’s soft moan as my hand slips under her shirt to wander around her ribs. Instead of a bra, she’s wearing what feels like a sports halter top. My fingertips glide along the bottom edge and I murmur, “You have the softest skin. Is it this silky everywhere?”

I feel a deep shudder run through her, making her quiver. Is it from excitement or nervousness? Both? I pull away to check her eyes, then smile. Definitely at least ninety percent excitement.

Her nipples turn to points that I can feel right through her top. “I have no idea,” she whispers.

“Maybe I should check?”

She nods slightly, then her lips part with a gasp as my hand slides up to caress her breast, my thumb gently flicking across her peaked nipple. Her fingers curl around the collar of my shirt, her gaze drifting past my shoulder out at the trees behind us.

There’s another faint shudder as I begin to lift the fabric, then I revel in her breathless moan as my lips seal around her rosy bud. There’s another gasp as we both lose ourselves in the moment. I kiss across her skin slowly, enjoying every brush of my mouth against her. Each squirm and soft whimper sends more blood rushing to my cock, tightly imprisoned in my jeans. I try to ignore it.

Moving to the other side, I flick my tongue at her other nipple, making Madison laugh with delight as her fingers spear through the back of my hair. I groan, sucking her nipple into my mouth as I cup her breast with my hand, exploring her dewy soft skin.

I need more. Need to hear her moan more loudly for me.

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