SEAL’s Fake Marriage

by Ivy Jordan

  I poured my first glass of wine, taking a seat at the table in the center of the kitchen. Warmness filled me as I pulled my knees towards my chest and let my mind wander back to when I was in Aiden’s strong arms.

  No, Blake, no, I shrugged him from my mind. It was Aiden, my brother’s best friend, one of my best friends; he was off limits, and that was that.

  That one glass turned into two, and two turned into three. As the front door opened, and I heard Aiden holler that he was home, I was pouring the last few drops of the fruity alcohol into my glass.

  “There you are,” Aiden smirked, leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway.

  I was surprised that I didn’t tense, that my body hadn’t frozen with anxiety at his presence. The wine had done the trick, calming me, giving me the appearance of someone cool, someone that wasn’t daydreaming, agonizing, and reliving that delicious moment we’d shared.

  “You’re home late,” I noted, sipping from my glass after I spoke.

  “We’ve been blasted with business the last few days,” he replied, not a single drop of dirt on his clothes or skin.

  I knew he was avoiding me, just as I’d been avoiding him. I smiled, hiding my chuckle deep in my soul so it wouldn’t escape. It was amusing to watch him lie or try to. He wasn’t very good at it; that was obvious as his eyes dropped towards the floor, his cheeks reddened, and he quickly ushered into the kitchen to fumble through the cabinets for a glass.

  “Any wine left?” he asked.

  “Sorry,” I sighed, lifting the bottle to show its emptiness.

  “No worries,” he chuckled, reaching into a cabinet above the fridge.

  I watched as he pushed through the bottles. Holy shit, he had a lot of wine.

  “Here we go,” he smiled, pulling down a bottle that matched the one I’d already consumed.

  “I didn’t think you were a wine drinker,” I noted, smirking a bit from amusement and surprise.

  “Not in front of the guys,” he laughed.

  “So, it’s our little secret,” I smiled.

  His eyes moved to mine, his tall frame standing over me, shadowing me, as he worked the corkscrew into the bottle.

  “Yes, our little secret,” he repeated softly.

  My eyes wandered to his hands, so strong, so precise, as he unscrewed the cork from the bottle. I could feel his fingers inside of me, twisting, turning, and teasing. I looked up, his eyes heavy on mine, and I knew I’d started to blush.

  “I talked to Liam today,” he said softly.

  My heart raced. Oh God, why?

  “You didn’t tell him, d-did you?” my voice cracked.

  “No, of course not,” he insisted, but I wasn’t sure I completely believed him.

  “What did you tell him?” I asked.

  “I went to ask for his approval,” he smiled.

  “Approval?” I questioned.

  “Yes. I don’t want to keep more secrets from him, especially about us,” he announced calmly.

  I was stunned. My eyes followed his hands, pouring the wine into the glass, nearly to the rim. He motioned towards me, nodding to ask if I wanted a refill. I did, but I didn’t. My head was feeling light, and the bottle I’d finished causing me to become a little dizzy. His announcement, his declaration, the wine, it was all too much to absorb.

  “I don’t see where that was necessary,” I snipped.

  “I do,” Aiden insisted.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because, if things progress between us, he wouldn’t like being left in the dark, again,” Aiden stated.

  “It was just sex, just one night,” I snickered, trying to stay cool.

  “What if I want more?” Aiden asked softly, his hands moving towards me, resting on my shoulders and gently massaging.

  My body ached at the thought of being wrapped in Aiden’s arms once again. It was all I’d thought about in days.

  He leaned down, his breath hot on my neck, his lips so close they were tickling my skin as he gently pushed my hair from my shoulder. I exhaled, hard and loud as his lips pressed into mine, kissing me passionately. I melted at first, unable to stop this beautiful sensation flowing through my body, unable to fight my own urges.

  “Wait,” I pulled back, lucidity finally pushing forth.

  Aiden pulled back, his eyes still filled with hunger as they stared into mine and his cheeks painted red with passion.

  “Blake, we’re good together; you can’t deny that,” he spoke softly.

  I couldn’t deny it, but we were friends, and he was my older brother’s best friend. We couldn’t. Could we?

  “So, we could be friends with benefits?” I spoke softly, my heart still beating hard against my chest with anticipation and desire.

  “We’re already so much more: we’re married,” he smiled.

  “Then, what do you want?” I asked, unclear about his intentions.

  “I want to date you, to do right by you, to make you happy in every way,” he whispered, his voice dripping like honey from his lips to my ears.

  My head fell back against his hand as he leaned in for another kiss. I didn’t even try to fight it, his words were so tender, so exciting, causing my body to tingle from head to toe.

  Aiden’s hands slid down my back, pulling me from the back of the chair and into his hard chest as our mouths pressed hard together.

  My legs spread, letting him slither into me like a wild snake in the grass. I moaned, unable to hide my excitement and unwilling to hold back my emotions. My arms gripped around his thick shoulders as his hands rolled past my waist. He lifted me upward, my bottom leaving the chair without resistance, cupped in his strong hands.

  A squeal rolled from my lips as he quickly lifted me to the large island counter in the center of the kitchen. The tile was cool against my flesh as his hands slid out from beneath me, but the warmth of his body pressing against mine soothed the shock.

  His hand pressed into my chest, gently pushing me back against the tile of the island. I looked into his eyes, searching for anything to tell me this was okay, finding enough to allow me to relax, to follow his unspoken orders.

  My eyes closed after taking a quick mental picture of Aiden’s dark eyes and strong physique. His hands moved across my chest, gently cupping each breast before sliding down my stomach, circling my navel that peeked out from my thin t-shirt. Warmth engulfed the exposed skin, and then the smoothness of his lips pressed into my flesh. My back arched, pushing my body against his mouth as his tongue traced along the edge of my shorts.

  I reached down, gripping Aiden’s dark hair between my fingers, gently tugging as I let out a moan. His hands gripped my shorts tightly, my body lifted with approval, and he slid them from my body, letting them drop to the floor.

  My legs dangled over the edge of the counter, Aiden’s hands resting firmly on my knees. My eyes opened, taking in his image, enjoying the look of hunger in his eyes as he stared between my legs, obviously grateful I hadn’t taken the time to wear panties.

  My pussy throbbed with arousal as Aiden’s finger slowly slid between my folds. I craved his touch, more than I’d realized until just that moment.

  Aiden’s finger rolled into a fold, his knuckle sliding into my swollen clit as he teased my entrance. I moaned, arched, and tugged at his hair as I squirmed beneath him. His eyes filled with excitement, and his lips curled into an amused smile as he watched me.

  “Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice so deep, so vibrating, it nearly brought me to climax.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  He pushed open my legs as his eyes penetrated into mine. Slowly, his eyes disappeared, and his hot breath was pushing against my inner thigh and then hovering over my hungry clit.

  My body arched towards his mouth until his lips met my aroused flesh. His touch was so tender, so loving, that I melted against the island counter. Soft flicks of his tongue teased my clit, and then long laps spread through my swollen folds. He plunged into me, reaching his tongue deep in
to my pleasure zone, causing me to moan out his name.

  I thought I heard him chuckle as his name echoed through the kitchen, but it could have been a growl. I rocked my hips against his mouth, guiding him gently to my edge of sanity. Pleasure roared through my body as he lapped up my arousal, sucked hard on my flesh, and tugged my clit with the tightness of his lips. His hands caressed my thighs, spreading them apart as he continued to get his taste.

  Close to the edge, nearly ready to explode, he pulled back, his mouth glazed with my juices, his eyes filled with a powerful desire. He stared into my eyes as he wiped his mouth, his hands reaching into his pockets, searching until finally pulling out a small foil package. He was prepared, ready; he knew what he’d come into this kitchen for when he arrived home. The thought of Aiden being so bold, so aggressive, blew my mind.

  I worked on calming my breathing as Aiden worked on undoing his jeans and slipping the condom onto his hard cock. My eyes filled with excitement as I watched his hand slide down the long shaft extended from his body.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Aiden whispered, his hand gently sliding up my belly, pushing my t-shirt up and over my breasts.

  My back arched as his fingers slid behind me, unlatching my bra with a skill I didn’t think he had. I was impressed, excited, and aroused by this Aiden.

  I helped remove my shirt and bra as Aiden leaned in, kissing gently at each breast. His cock rested on my thigh, hard and warm.

  My head fell back against my shoulders, my eyes dropped shut, and suddenly, his hands gripped tightly around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the counter, and into him. His cock throbbed against my cunt, teasing my small opening as the girth began to spread me apart.

  My nails dug into his back, pulling at his t-shirt until it was over his head and on the floor. His dark skin was so smooth, yet so hard, rippled with muscles as if chiseled by God himself.

  He pushed his hips forward, sending his cock into my body with a gentle force. I moaned uncontrollably, as Aiden gripped my ass cheeks, rocking my hips towards him until he found his opening and plunged deep into my pussy.

  My arousal slicked around his manhood, making it easy for him to fill me. I rocked my hips in the same motion as his, allowing his hands to travel back to my breasts, my neck, and through my long hair. He lifted me slightly, pulling my mouth towards his, kissing me so passionately that my body quivered. My clit rubbed against his rippled abs as I folded towards him, and his cock pushed against the spot inside of my body that made my eyes roll back in my head. I was close, too close, and there was no turning back. I fell off the edge, pleasure lapping at me like violent waves against a shore. My legs quivered, my body shook, and my pussy tightened around Aiden’s cock, pulling him into me, holding him there, and then releasing with a wild throb.

  As my eyes opened, they took in Aiden, still, stiff, and aching with desire. His face distorted, a loud growl escaped his lips, and then he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest as he released his own pleasure.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Aiden

  Again, I awoke to an empty bed. After our encounter in the kitchen, we had more wine and stayed naked, and I carried her to my bed, what I thought would be our bed. When did she leave, and why? I had a little too much wine, so I barely remembered falling asleep, but I knew she was snuggled under my arm when I dozed off, where I thought she’d be this morning when I woke.

  I was furious, confused, and—even though I hated to admit it—hurt.

  My feet kicked at the sheets they were tangled in until I was freed. I stepped out of bed, ready to confront Blake, demanding an explanation when I realized I’d be more persuasive if I wore pants.

  I found a pair of thin plaid sleeping pants hanging over the chair by my bedroom window and slid them up to cover my body. The house was quiet, so I assumed Blake was still sleeping. It was early, so early that the sun was still trying to rise from the earth, and the darkness still invaded through the windows.

  I stormed down the hall to Blake’s room, determined to make my intentions clear to my wife, if somehow I’d not managed to do so the night before.

  Her door was only partially closed, so I pushed it open to see inside. My heart raced with excitement as I found Blake on the bed, nude, uncovered, and so fucking beautiful my heart nearly exploded as I stared at her.

  She looked so peaceful that I hated to wake her, but no, I was on a mission, and she needed to hear me out.

  I reached down, placing my hand on her warm ass cheek, shaking her gently to pull her from her slumber. A little snort escaped her nose or throat; I couldn’t tell which. I chuckled, suddenly feeling that strange feeling in my gut again. Damn, I loved and hated what she did to me.

  I shook her again, this time with a little more vigor, pushing my gooey feelings back down deep. I had to stick to my guns here, make myself heard, and Blake getting me all flustered with her beauty, her cute little sleeping noises…no, that wouldn’t work.

  She shuffled, her legs opening just enough to give me a peek at her pink flesh as she lifted from her pillow. Bleary-eyed, she stared at me, her upper lip snarled like a dog ready to bite. I knew she was about to unload on me, her pleasant slumber interrupted by my rude intrusion into her room.

  “You. Me. Date. Tonight, seven o’clock, and wear a damn dress,” I blurted, and quickly made my way out of her room and back into mine.

  I showered for the day without bothering to check back on Blake. I said my peace. My feelings were more than clear.

  Blake never came out of her room as I left for work. Once I arrived, I quickly settled into my desk to finish paperwork I’d neglected.

  “Hey, I hear congratulations are in order,” Mr. Tate announced loudly as he walked through my storeroom floor.

  I lifted my head from the paperwork, smiled at the man who’d given me more work than any other client, and pushed aside what I was working on to greet him.

  “Thank you,” I stood from my chair to reach across the desk to shake his extended hand.

  He was at least in his seventies, widowed, and probably the wealthiest man in town. He made his money in oil before moving to the small town of Del Rio. I wasn’t surprised that he’d heard the news. The small town was notorious for spreading information with lightning speed.

  “I wasn’t even aware you were seeing anyone,” Mr. Tate noted, lifting his plaid hat to scratch at his bald head.

  Age spots covered his dome, and what little hair was left was tattered, frayed, and thin. His eyes were still bright blue, as blue as the day he was born I imagined, and his smile filled with life.

  “It was sudden,” I smiled.

  I hated to lie to the old man, but what choice did I have?

  “Liam’s sister, so you two probably knew each other growing up?” he questioned.

  I nodded. That was at least one thing I didn’t have to lie about. I’d known Blake for as long as I could remember.

  “Ya know, I met my wife when I was twelve, and she was fifteen. It was taboo to date an older woman back then, still, most shake their heads. She was beautiful, long red hair, freckles, and braces so shiny they reflected the sun into my eyes, making it hard to see. I knew I would marry her the moment I set eyes on her,” he remembered fondly.

  “Sometimes, you just know,” I grinned.

  “Was it like that for you, and…what was her name again? Blake?” he asked.

  “Yes, Blake. Not exactly. She was my best friend’s younger sister, off limits,” I chuckled, realizing that still wasn’t far from the truth. If Liam knew what we’d done, he’d kill me.

  “But you always wanted that chance, eh?” he laughed with a smile.

  I smiled in his direction, avoiding answering his question directly. Yes, I’d had a crush on Blake, but I hadn’t really thought about making a move, at least not until now.

  “Well, glad it all worked out. Love has a way of doing that, working out,” he sighed.

  Mr. Tate placed a manila fol
der on my desk, with what I assumed were the plans for his new patio. On top of it was a square envelope, the kind that holds greeting cards, and my name was scribbled on it with arthritic cursive.

  “That’s just a little something for you and your new bride,” Mr. Tate smiled, nodding towards the envelope as my eyes lingered on it.

  “You shouldn’t have. I can’t accept anything,” I argued.

  “Nonsense. Every newlywed couple deserves a little something to congratulate them,” he insisted.

  “Thank you,” I sighed, realizing that I wouldn’t win this battle, but feeling horrible for taking a gift for a wedding that was only made for convenience.

  “All the plans are in the folder. There’s no rush. I’m sure you’re pretty worn out with a new wife in the house,” he grinned, lifting his left fuzzy white eyebrow high on his forehead.

  I laughed.

  After he left, I shoved the envelope in my briefcase. I’d show it to Blake and let her open it with me before our date. That sounded so weird to say in my head, date. I was going on a date with my wife. Wow, I really was doing things ass backward.

  The rest of the day was smooth, mostly peaceful so I could finish the paperwork. Clients that did stop in all congratulated me, asking about my relationship, and how we met. I had very few answers for them, only able to give them the truth. I’d known her since I was young, she came back into town recently, and we got married. Most everyone seemed to buy my story, or my lack thereof. The thought of young love, of true love, had people in a warmed spirit, willing to accept anything I told them.

  I packed up my stuff for the day and was ready to head home, excited about our date night when I heard the bell sound above my front door. I was all set to rush whoever it was off, explaining I’d be back in the morning and whatever they had could wait until then, when my abuela walked into my office.

  She somehow seemed shorter than when I’d seen her last, and the wrinkles in her face deepened. I smiled in her direction, feeling the warmth of her smile as she directed it to me, and then moved quickly to greet her with open arms.