Fake Love (For Now) by Penny Wylder (best contemporary novels TXT) 📕

out the food for the fire. A couple cans of sound and some bread. Some fruit too. And it’s good. We’re tired enough from the swimming that we don’t talk much while we’re eating. But when we finish, I pull her to me, sitting her between my legs.

“So,” I say, “why did I have to stage a rescue for you, even if I’m beyond happy that I got to spend time with you wet and naked?”

Erin sighs. “They’re so on board, Hudson. They want to plan a wedding. My mom wants to take me wedding dress shopping next week. And I…don’t know what to do. She was just going on like a runaway train, and I think that she was about to pick the colors of the bridesmaids’ dresses. What are they going to do when we ‘break up’? They’re going to be heartbroken, because they think that I’m so happy.”

I shrug. “So maybe we’re one of those couples that stays engaged for a really long time? It is our wedding, so we get to call the shots, right? We just outlast your mom’s wedding fever and then once it calms down, we can break the news.”

She turns, curling into me. Her face presses into my chest and she’s holding onto me. “You really want to do that? You want to pretend to be engaged for months or longer? I can’t do that to you, Hudson. It’ll be a drag.”

“How exactly?” Erin looks up at me, and I smile. “I’m the one that got you into this with my idiot mouth, Erin. And I’m going to be with you for as long as it takes to get you out of it. Besides, it’s not like I have much of a life to ruin, if I’m being honest. If you weren’t here, it’s likely that I’d still be in this exact spot. But I’d be watching the stars alone.”

Above us, the first of those stars are just sparking into existence.

Erin is still looking up at me. I’m not sure if us pretending to be engaged includes anything physical, but I lower my head and kiss her. She gasps softly, mouth opening under mine. There’s no resistance or hesitation in her body, but I’m not going to assume anything, even with our single tent only feet away.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.” She breathes the word before the question is even fully out of my mouth. So I kiss her again.

Harder.

11

Erin

Hudson’s lips are hard on mine. Demanding in a way that I completely love. I know what follows this, and after hours of teasing kisses and glimpsing his body through the water, I want him.

Even if I’m still confused about what we’re doing and the whole situation with my parents. This one night isn’t going to make a difference, and my mind is exhausted from going over and over all the different possibilities. I feel like my mind hasn’t stopped spinning until this moment when his lips meet mine.

“Yes,” I breathe again.

Hudson shifts, laying me out on the towel that we’re sitting on. He moves like a man with a plan, and after what he’s shown me already, I’m going to let him and do what he wants with me. Thank fuck we’re out in the middle of the woods where no one will be able to hear me scream, because that is going to happen.

I already know.

Fingers curl under the soft waistband of my pants and pull them away. He moves quickly, stripping my panties off, and I hear the soft fabric of the tent rustle where he puts my clothes.

Even when I’m not remotely thinking about it, he’s being considerate and not letting my clothes get dirty. But I don’t have time to dwell on any kind of sweetness. Hudson skips right to the spice, lowering himself between my thighs.

His tongue on my skin is almost warmer than the fire beside me, licking down the center of my stomach. He pauses and teases my belly button and the lines of my hips, skipping down to my thighs and circling where I want him most without giving me the true satisfaction.

“Hudson,” I say, his whole name a moan in my mouth.

“Yes?”

I arch my hips up into his mouth. “You’re teasing me.”

He laughs into my thigh. “Yes, I am.”

“Cruel.”

“Genius,” he counters. “The longer I tease, the harder I get to make you come.”

I make a face. “But the faster you make me come, the more times I might be able to.”

His face lifts into the firelight, eyes dancing with mischief. “Are you negotiating your orgasms?”

“No, I’m begging you to put your mouth on me.”

“Mmm.” He touches his lips to my inner thigh. So, so close to where I want him. “A woman who knows what she wants. How can I refuse?”

Hudson licks into me like a man starving. There isn’t a slow build up or gentle touches like the first time he did this. This is all heat and fire and pure fucking sex. He doesn’t have to explore me nearly as much to know how to make me squirm, and his tongue somehow, impossibly, finds that place on my clit that feels so much better than everywhere else and focuses on it.

Swirling, licking, sucking. Every pull of his mouth makes it harder to breathe.

I can’t believe that I lived this long without experiencing this. But at the same time, I’m kind of glad that it happened this way. Because there’s no one I can imagine introducing me to a tongue in my pussy better than him.

Hudson’s hands scoop under my ass, lifting me higher into his embrace and seals his mouth over me entirely. Long, deep, suction that’s driving me fucking crazy. He has me on the edge, and I want to live here because it’s so fucking delicious.

This can’t get any better, this honey-drenched sunshine that he’s spilling into my veins.

And then it gets better.

He releases me with one hand, slipping one finger, and then two, directly into my pussy