Free Pretending She's His: A Hard Feelings Novella by Kelsie Leverich

and probably head back home later this evening.”
    “You’re not staying the night here again?” Eva asked.
    Meagan popped a spoonful of yogurt in her mouth and shook her head. “No, our parents are leaving after breakfast and we want to get back. We have the cabin through tomorrow though, so feel free to stay. Plus it will give you and Trevor some more time together.”
    Trevor pulled a bar stool next to Eva and sat down. He looked at her and winked. “Sounds good to me.”

Chapter Six
    “Hey, Trev,” Eva shouted from the pool were she was lounging on an inflatable raft. “Will you get me another beer?”
    They had spent the entire day out by the pool. They had cooked stakes out on the grill and drank well into evening. The sun was setting and Eva was more than a little tipsy—but so was Trevor. He was far from sloppy drunk, but he was well past the point of sober.
    “Come get it,” he hollered from the hammock that was on the deck. He heard her groan and he laughed. She was still a pain in the ass.
    Stepping out of the pool, Eva crossed the deck toward Trevor. Her fit body was nothing but smooth, lean lines and tight, firm muscle. Trevor loved a woman’s body. God created one beautiful creature when he made woman. Their bodies—the way their breasts set the path for their sides to dip and curve into hips that were made to be held which led to legs that were easily his weakness. A woman’s body was something he appreciated—all shapes and sizes. Trevor loved them all. Big ass, full tits—perfect. Small tits, killer legs, no ass—perfect. It didn’t matter what combo, they were fucking beautiful.
    But watching as Eva walked toward him, her body glistening from drops of water, had ruined any future woman he would set his eyes on, because this one in front of him set the bar pretty damn high. Her chest was small but the cleavage that was pushed up out of her swimsuit top made him want to run his tongue in between her breasts. The woman had abs too. Her stomach was flat and smooth, but when she moved just right—unintentionally flexing her stomach—a slight six pack would make an appearance. It was feminine, subtle, and sexy as hell. Then her legs . . . and her ass . . . nothing more needed to be said. Pure perfection.
    “Beer me,” she ordered when she stepped in front of him. Reaching down, he stuck his hand into the cooler that was next to him and pulled out a beer.
    “Thank you,” she said, stretching her hand out in front of her to take the beer from his hands, but he grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her down on top of him instead.
    The hammock rocked and swayed with the motion of her body tumbling onto his. She laughed, and it was honest and free. “Dammit, Trev,” she murmured, feigning annoyance.
    She was running the length of him, her legs over his, her bare stomach on his, her tits pressed against his chest, and her face a mere inch from his. He had never felt her above him—on him—and she molded to him like she was cut from the same pattern. It felt. . . right.
    Pretending to be with Eva was easy. And wanting to get Eva in his bed was easy for Trevor to understand. He had wanted this feisty woman since he met her. However, enjoying the easy way it felt to hold her against him, or the way it felt to touch her or kiss her was hard for him to wrap his head around. Wanting Eva this way was never something he saw coming. He didn’t realize the effect she would have on him.
    “That was pretty smooth,” she acknowledged as she adjusted herself on top of him.
    There wasn’t much in the way of material between them. Just knowing that all it would take was one little tug and her top would fall free did things to him that weren’t necessarily ideal given the company they were in. Oh, and the fact that this wasn’t real.
    “I try.” He shrugged.
    She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but a smile was planted firmly in place.
    Trevor’s palms lifted to her back. Her skin felt damp