Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,23

to suck in air. “Is next?” I was pleased to note that Jackson was also panting hard by now.

“I think I’ll turn you over, so I can look at this round bottom while I fuck in and out of you.”

I pictured myself on my hands and knees, which Jackson behind me, thrusting his thick cock in and out of my body. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Closing my eyes, I held on as Jackson’s thrusts turned sharper. The movements of his hand between my legs grew faster.

“I’m getting close again.” My stomach tightened; my legs tensed.

He pushed himself up on his strong arms and changed the angle until it hit my g-spot. “Let go,” he said. “Come for me.”

I tossed my head and I did let go, coming in waves as my body tightened around his cock. Jackson followed behind me, pumping into my body, releasing his pleasure as his thrusts sped up and then slowed. He stayed inside me, still hard for a few moments, and then he kissed my cheek.

I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

A man had fucked me. He’d put his cock inside my body, and I had liked it. A lot.

It had been a far better experience than I’d ever dreamed. I already looked forward to the next time.

“Maybe I’ll skip the wedding,” I said as I stepped across the rocks in a shallow creek.

Bright and early, Jackson had roused me from a deep sleep so we could hike Falls Creek Trail. I’d visited Alaska, but the view at Falls Creek was arresting. On this chilly morning, the hills were green, and the sky was blue.

I’d been too engrossed in the hike to really chat, but now that we’d reached a flatter area, I found myself thinking out loud.

I wouldn't really skip the wedding, but I was tempted. My family drove me crazy, but I loved my cousin. I wouldn’t skip her special day, even if I wasn’t responsible for the photos.

Jackson held out his hand to steady me as I placed my shoe on the bank. The creek was about an inch deep, so there was no real danger, but he grumbled non-stop about my lack of hiking boots. I only had the shoes I was wearing, which were flimsy running shoes, designed to be cute and not provide support while hiking, so I let him help me when he wanted to.

“I wouldn’t blame you.” He pulled, giving me a tug. “Weddings suck.”

I hopped over another small rock. “No, they don’t.”

“You just said you wanted to skip the wedding,” he said. “If it didn’t suck, you’d want to go.”

“I’m the wedding photographer. I have to go.”

“Doesn’t mean you want to.”

“I do want to. I love weddings. It’s just that this is really nice. It’s been even better than I expected.”

Jackson did crack a smile at that. “What do you love about weddings?”

“Mostly everything. The atmosphere. Everyone on their best behavior. People coming together. I look forward to capturing those moments -- if it’s done right, it’s a form of art. It tells the story of the couple, and their family and their friends.”

“Wow. I have to say, I’ve never thought about it that way.”

“How do you see it?” I asked.

“A wasted weekend day, where I have to dress up in an uncomfortable suit and make small talk with people I barely know.”

“Pretty cynical, but I get it. As the photographer, I’m choreographing people and pulling them together. I don’t have to make small talk.”

“Small talk sucks just as much as weddings do,” Jackson said. Then he stopped in his tracks. “This view of Kenai Lake is one of my favorites.”

The lake was almost a teal blue. Sharp mountain peaks, still snow-capped at the peaks, jutted up from around the lake. “I see why you wanted to come here,” I said. “I’ll have to bring my camera one day.”

“It’s my favorite place,” he said.

We stood side by side, gazing out at the view of the majestic lake. “Do you usually come alone?”

“Not always. I have three brothers. And a whole bunch of buddies from the army that are usually eager to come with me.”

“But you came alone this time.”

“Yeah.” He looked away. “Rough mission.”

For Jackson, that was a huge confession. We might have slept together, but I barely knew anything about him.

“And now I’m tagging along with you.”

He nudged me with his elbow. “You’re not so bad.”

“You’ll be free of me in two days.”

“I don’t know how I feel about sending you into that wedding. It sounds like