Pretend Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 4)

by Victoria Snow

  “I’m sure she doesn’t blame you, Grandma.” I tried to reassure her. “I know she didn’t. She spoke fondly of you when I asked where my grandparents were. She knew you loved her.” Sobbing flooded from the other line, so jagged and hard that I thought the wave of tears would pool out of the phone and onto my blankets. After a moment, she seemed to calm herself, sniffling miserably. I could hear her ash out her cigarette and slide the ashtray away from her, blowing the last bit of smoke from her lungs out into the air.

  “Thank you for that,” She sniffled, “I always wondered…” She cleared her throat. “Anyways,” She reclaimed her sunshine again in an instant, and continued on. “We are giving you control over the dowry, as well as continuing your stipend.” I sat up straight and my heart pitter pattered in glee. I was overwhelmed by the news, wanting to jump and scream and dance around my bedroom. “Despite our little failed tryst the other day… due to the piggish ways of your grandfather,” She clicked her tongue to herself in disgust. “We have determined that he is the perfect suitor for you. The man clearly loves you, and you love him. He is a man of class and integrity, as well as a great provider for you. So, since we see an amazing future on the horizon, and we aren’t getting any younger ourselves, I have transferred over the dowry to your account.”

  “I-I don’t know what to even say!” I cried, my fears and anxieties melting away.

  “You don’t have to say anything sweetie, you deserve it.” I heard a faded scoff over the phone, obviously my unimpressed grandfather, and chuckled to myself. The thought that he was seeing red over his defeat was delicious to me. “I would like you to come over twice a month for dinner, or once there once here- with or without Link.” I breathed a sigh of relief as she chattered away, talking about wanting to go on trips together. Talking about how physical therapy was going. Talking about her country club parties and how she would love for us to be there but understood if Link didn’t want to come due to my grandfather’s ornery nature. After about an hour of gabbing about everything and anything, we parted ways, promising to see each other soon.

  I laid back down, washed over with this feeling of accomplishment but also, with a barrage of sadness. Yes, we had won. The battle was over, and we had ran our ruse in perfect form, with my grandparents none the wiser. My pockets full of money, my dream of my own house and more inundating my brain. I began sketching out in my mind the layout for my new home- hopefully Frannie would still be cool with me setting a trailer on her property. However, the victory seemed empty as I mulled it over and came to terms with a bittersweet realization: Link and I would part ways soon. After everything we had gone through in the past and now in the present, I wasn’t so sure now if that’s what I really had wanted. He was a jackass for not talking to me after that steamy closet romance, but what if there was a reason? What if he was as scared as I was about being hurt? Rejected? Especially after how we parted before. Despite being deserved, maybe he was afraid of falling for me only for me to just disappear now that the plan was complete. I mean, I would be.

  The minutes seemed to feel like hours as I waited for Link’s eventual return. By the time he made it back home it was almost one in the morning, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. As his car made it in front of the doorway and I heard his keys fumble at the door lock, I straightened myself up on the couch. I wasn’t ready for this conversation, but it was one that needed to be had. Despite the money, despite the plan being over, I was attached. I wanted to tell him so much that this didn’t have to be the end.

  As I told him of my grandmother’s phone call, he nodded along, listening to me intently. His eyes widened at the end, straight mouthed, he quickly walked out to the cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine.

  “Would you like one? Gwen?” His voice was void of emotion.

  “Sure!” I smiled, unnerved by his lack of…well anything. I didn’t know how to take his demeanor as he handed me my glass, sitting on the other end of the couch and sipping his wine, staring intently at the television.

  “Well,” He sighed, “I guess it’s over then, huh?” He frowned slightly and took another sip of his wine as George Lopez hopped across the screen, his family following along. I felt my heart sink. All the things I had thought of to say, to tell him I loved him. To tell him that this didn’t have to be goodbye…all went out the window in one sentence. “No more pretending then?”I could feel the tears start to well up and blinked them away, taking a sip from my own glass and turning my attention to the television as well.

  “Yeah, I guess it is.” I nodded quietly.

  “I mean, it was fun while it lasted…wasn’t it?” Link’s voice cracked a bit. I looked at him, seeing that smug and stupid smirk on his face. It made my blood boil. This asshole helped me yes, but apparently it had all been some stupid game to him, able to let go so easily while I was on the verge of losing my shit. As I sat there, his words stinging me, dizziness swam over me. I was barely able to breathe. I gritted my teeth and stood up, clanking the wine glass on to the coffee table. He looked up at me, holding his glass to his lips to take another sip. I glared at him, my anger boiling over.

  “Go FUCK yourself.” I roared, stomping off to my room, not even giving him a second glance. I heard him get up as I thundered away, as if to follow me, but I slammed the door to my room and flopped to the bed. No longer in control of my emotions, I sobbed uncontrollably, every heave of my torse shaking the bed. Tears and snot almost choking me as I laid there, face down, wanting to die. All of these dreams and plans meant nothing now. Everything I touch, everything I get close to just withers away… I was such a fool to believe that it would end any other way…why did it always seem like I just always had bad luck?

  14

  Link

  As I laid there, tossing and turning over the words exchanged, I felt an instant regret. I had handled the news so poorly, so coldly…like a complete asshole. The truth was, I didn’t want Gwen to go anywhere. All of her plans to leave and move on without me cut like a knife. I had helped her pull off this phony boyfriend bullshit, only for her to ride off into the sunset. And although I knew that this was and always had been the end goal, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal. But why? Had I not been the one to betray her first? Leaving her heart laced wide open and bleeding that horrible day in her sophomore year? Wasn’t this just karma realized? Karma or not I wanted to scream, cry, break every fucking expensive knick knack in the house and run from this hell until my legs could no longer carry me. Tears flowed like waterfalls, pooling to each side of my head, audible sobs echoing through my loft room. I felt so broken inside, shattered into pieces, the shards cutting up my innards and making it hard to breathe.

  I wanted so badly to tell her to stay. To tell her I didn’t think I could live without her anymore in this empty house. Her presence had brought so much light and joy that I had been lacking for many years. Being a bachelor, bedding man women and having a perfect job had seemed like the life, but I had been gravely mistaken. It had always been her. Her café skin, her beautiful brown eyes, her curly hair. The way she smiled so big and bright. If she left, a part of me would die again, and that wouldn’t do. I would have to tell her in the morning how I felt, apologize, take responsibility for being a dick earlier. I had deserved the venom in her tone as she had fled to her room. I had hardly spoke to her since the closet, since I finger fucked her into completion, avoiding her at all costs to try and save her in some twisted way of thinking. This was childish, selfish, and all self-preservation in the end and I knew it. I had to change her mind and make her see that I was worth keeping around. That she wasn’t just another fuck to me, a time passer.

  I mulled over telling her that I had been there since her accident, that I had held her hand until she woke up, bailing out of concern for upsetting her when she woke up. That long before her fall that one day in the physical therapy room, I had been keeping a watchful eye on her and her progress, rooting for her all the way. That sometimes when flowers wou
ld show up at her desk at work, it had been me. That I took special interest in her case, and although hadn’t been her neurologist, met with them each week as a favor to discuss her treatment plans. I had been behind the scenes this whole time, pulling strings, letting her think Frannie had gotten her that clerical position.

  It had started out as feeling as if I owed her for the way I had dumped her, especially now that she had lost everything. But slowly, at a snails pace, I had realized that I still loved her just as much as I did the day we lost our virginity. That the reason I never stuck with one woman was because in the back of my mind, none of them were her. None of them could compare to her beauty, sense of humor, and intelligence. I had dated super models, full of botox with a ‘perfect’ body, but none of them compared to her- even now. While she hated every scar and imperfection, I saw them as badges of a warrior, and that was sexy beyond all reason to me. To watch her go from a coma to where she was now, back to her fiery self was so beautiful and inspiring. I wanted her to know that.

  Suddenly, a small and faint knock tapped at the top of the stairs, breaking me from my thoughts. I didn’t move but looked towards the entryway to see Gwen standing there, dressed in only an oversized shirt, staring shyly at the floor. I sat up, a confused look plastered across my face, as she crept over to the bed and slid underneath the covers. She sat there for a moment and didn’t say anything, her cheeks blushing, her eyes holding not the expected anger…but sadness. I could almost see tears, wet and built up, ready to break through. Instead she blinked a couple of times and sighed, taking my hand in hers before finally looking over at me. Smiling that classy and oh so sexy smile of hers that made my head spin, she leaned in close to my ear and kissed it gingerly.

  “I want you, just one last time.” She whispered, sending a chain reaction of chills up my spine, tingling in my neck. She kissed my neck softly, tenderly nibbling at it. I grabbed her face and looked into her eyes, the moonlight kissing her cinnamon skin from the window, twinkling in her eyes and outlining her plush lips. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face as she looked into mine, tears hot and sharp stinging my eyes as she lunged, catching me by surprise. It had been I who had been the one to make the moves usually, and to see her like this, almost needing me? Was absolutely intoxicating. Her mouth navigated mine, tracing my tongue with hers, our bodies melding into each other until it felt like we were one cohesive unit. We kissed for what seemed like hours, filling my heart back up with passion as it slowly intensified. She was all I could ever want, all I could ever need, and despite her own words- I didn’t want it to be our last time. It couldn’t be, I wouldn’t let it. I would make her want to stay.

  She kissed down my face and neck again, making her way to my chest, looking up at me with lust filled eyes. I could feel myself letting go, throbbing and aching to be touched, as she descended down my stomach. She kissed across my hips and gently nibbled at them, sending my cock to full attention, ready to be taken by her. She pulled the covers down, wanting me to watch as she teased the tip of my dick with her fleshy tongue, smiling at me as she did so. My back arched as she sucked at it, wrapping her hand around it and twisting slightly as she stroked me, keeping a slow and steady pace. As she rocked to and fro on my rod with her puffy lips, her eyes looking up at me wantonly, I couldn’t help but moan like a wild animal. I grabbed her hair towards the scalp and gently started bucking into her, feeling her lips and throat tighten around me, a smile hinted in the corners of her mouth as she closed her eyes and took me in all the way. Gripping into my hips she helped me plunge deeper and harder, her fingertips marking me up, the spit and mess from her mouth sliding down my shaft and down my scrotum like a lust filled creek.

  She pulled me out of her mouth and laid on her side, using her lips to tease me, parting them with my length and teasing my tip. She watched every move I made, smiling at me hungrily, soaking up every little moan and shudder with great gusto. I could feel myself getting close, and she sense it too, returning back to sucking like her life depended on it. My mind blurred as I weaved my fingers into her hair as she sped up, her tongue moving along with her mouth, stopping here and there to tease my tip again.

  “Come for me, Link.” She whispered, biting her lip and looking up at me with expectant eyes, sending my heart a flutter. The throbbing intensified as I could feel my orgasm coming at hand and I could hear a satisfied giggle escape as she pulled me out of her mouth, using her lips and hands to tease me until I exploded. My hot, wet semen whipping across her face, contrasting brightly in the dim light against her café skin. As I came, she slowed her teasing, wrapping her hand around my member and gently stroking me. The extra stimulation sent me to the moon as I continued to spurt, her seeming to want to ease out every last drop. She took her finger delicately against her cheek, smiling big like she had received a present on Christmas morning, tasting and savoring my salty load before cleaning herself up with her shirt. Pushing herself up on her knees she threw the sullied shirt to the side, exposing her beautiful perky breasts to me.

  I scrambled to get up, my legs still weak and jellified from her handiwork, pulling her body towards mine and pushing her to the bed.“Link!” She cried out, half pleased and half surprised. I wanted to taste her as she had just tasted me, soak her up and relish her flavor. I licked and kissed at her nipples first, pulling away to flash her a devilish grin before heading down to my destination. I kissed her mound, sending her arching into me as I had to her, moving my lips to her thighs. She wrapped her fingers into my golden locks as I kissed and bit gently at them, sending her in a symphony of moans and delighted shrieks. Her groans filled me with determination and purpose- I was going to make her sing like she was the soloist in an aria, and I the instrument to accompany her song.

  Her bottom lips were already overflowing, glistening from the anticipation of my tongue tasting her nectar. I gently flicked at them, using my pink flesh to gently caress her slit. She dug her fingers into my back a little, her tiny fingernails biting into my skin as I slid in, parting her seas and going to task. She threw her head back as I ate ravenously, like a starving man who had just been given a meal.

  “Fuck!” She squealed, my tongue ramming into her canal, taking her to another dimension. Her breath quickened, and I knew she was already almost there, already sopping my face with her excitement. The smell of her sex was more delicious than any high society course I had ever indulged in, sending me reeling as much as my mouth working its magic set her on fire. I then took my mouth and sealed it over her pink pearl, sucking and licking until she was screaming and writhing, unable to contain herself “Jesus Christ, Link! Fuck!” I held her down, my tongue continuing to navigate her clit, swirling and twirling and burying myself into her. I could feel her whole body shake and quiver beneath me as peaked, using my fingers I felt the intensity of the quake and massaged her sweet spot, sending her almost convulsing from the feeling. Feeling her canal tighten and throb against my fingers left me craving more, my length pulsing all over again.

  I pulled myself up on my hands and knees, crawling up and over her body, looking into her beautiful eyes still glossed over from coming. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly, stroking the side of her face with my thumb as I did so. I couldn’t imagine being without her, not after everything we had been through. Not after all the love we had made and the beautiful times we had spent together. The sound of her laughter and her presence filled my heart with such joy. This house was a dreary homage to a life before we had made our accord, our fake relationship no longer felt fake to me- we had a connection and always would in a way I couldn’t connect with anybody else. I felt like if she left now, I would slowly shrivel, becoming the shell of a man I once was. I was like a plant and she my sun and water, pushing me to grow and be a better person. I couldn’t fathom not being greeted by her smile every morning, her intelligent banter when I get home to cuddle and watch television, our passionate love making into the wee hours of the night. They were all things, all just a few f
acets and aspects of what we had that made this all worthwhile.

  I slid myself into her gently, filling her canal with my girth, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as I entered her. I rocked into her, slowly pumping, using my hands and mouth to tease her breasts. She pulled my head and face up towards hers, slipping her tongue into my mouth, moaning as our bodies became one. I reached down with a free hand as I plunged into her deeper, playing gently with her clitoris, making her legs shake. She bit her lip as I put my forehead to hers, looking into her eyes as I let my hips do all the talking. She kissed me again, breathing shakily, goosebumps visible on her silky skin. I moved from her lips to her neck, biting in, kissing and sucking as I increased my speed slowly. I pushed into her, deeper and deeper, her muted moans escalating into ecstasy filled caterwauling.

  “Link, Oh my god,” She sighed into my neck as I wrapped my arms around her back, pumping in harder and harder but keeping a slow and steady pace. I wanted her to feel the love I felt for her through my movements. She wasn’t just some passing phase or a mindless fling, she was my whole world. I worked my way in deeper, seeming to reach the end, my cock pulsating and throbbing with every thrust. I could feel her start to wrap around my shaft and throb, getting closer and closer to coming again, bringing me closer myself. I increased my speed, locking my lips to hers, her fingers tensing into my back as she reached the edge. As she came, she tightened around me, sending me off the deep end. With a few more fast strokes, her orgasm still shuddering, I filled her up. Our liquids intertwining and dripping to the mattress.

  Not saying a word, still breathing heavily from her release, she kissed me hard. We fell to the mattress, giggling as she set her head against my chest, my fingers weaving into her thick locks, petting her head. We both heaved a gentle sigh, sleepy from the nights activities and as I drifted off, I smiled and thought about the future and what it held for us. Hope-filled.