by Aria Scott
I leaned back, hesitantly reaching for his hips. Not only did the position unnaturally thrust out my chest, but it essentially forced me to lean against him. I was sitting bare-assed on his thighs with his cock pressed snuggly against me. This was worse than the last position.
He chuckled. I shivered; his mouth was dangerously close to my ear. “They should call this one the ‘Titty Clutch’.”
I gasped when his hands came around me and cupped my breasts. Only a thin piece of gauzy material was between my flesh and his nimble fingers.
His fingers began to methodically stroke my aching nipples. My breath caught in my throat. I meant to tell him to stop, but I really didn’t want him to. His voice whispered seductively in my ear, “Hmmm. I like this position. If only you didn’t have on this damn robe.”
His fingers were driving me wild. He tugged gently at one nipple and I moaned. My head leaned back against his chest and my fingers dug into his hips, but I made no move to stop his delicious torture of my breasts.
Each stroke or tweak of my nipple sent a pulse of pleasure straight to my pussy. The intensity of yearning was growing fierce between my legs. My back arched, as I silently willed his fingers to relieve the unbearable pressure building at my core.
His voice was husky. “We need to do this position at home… Naked… In front of a mirror, so I can see everything.”
His words only turned me on more. My hips wiggled with frustration. I needed him.
He groaned. “When we do this at home, I’ll be touching you. Your fucking gorgeous tits.” His hand squeezed my breast before trailing downward. “And in between your legs. I’ll spread your legs some, so I can see your pussy in the mirror while I touch you.”
“Touch me now,” my voice was raw with passion, “please, Chase.”
I pressed against his fingers as they found my clit. His finger began to slowly and torturously stroke me while his other arm clamped like a vice around my body, trapping me against him.
I whimpered as my pussy heated molten with desire. My legs were trapped, but if I could, I would have opened them wide just as he said. I was frantic with how much I wanted him.
“And while I’m touching you here, I’ll slide my cock inside you. Filling you up, pounding into your sweet pussy from behind until you cum all over me.”
One hand was pinching my nipple, a finger was masterfully stroking my clit, while another finger was slipping in and out of me with deliberate steadiness. It was driving me insane. My hips were gyrating against him, seeking relief from the building urgency of desire.
Seconds later, I cried out as my inner muscles shattered with the spasms of a forceful climax. Spots were swirling before my eyes and I felt dizzy as my heart galloped in my chest. My orgasm continued, a quivering, sticky sensual explosion; nothing like the languid, soft release I sometimes managed to obtain.
“Shhh.” Chase whispered urgently in my ear.
I heard Dr. Goswami’s voice from somewhere behind us. “Time is up. Please, get changed now and come to my office for a debrief.”
My insides were still twitching with aftershocks when he finally loosened his grip on me. “Okay, he left. Better go get dressed before he comes back.”
I had just had a shockingly intense orgasm only seconds before, and he was casually trying to stand me up and send me on my way as if nothing happened. I stood up, but my legs felt extremely rubbery. “Chase… that, uh… what just happened just now… well…”
“Careful, darlin’, you wouldn’t want to give me the wrong idea – that you actually enjoyed it.”
My mind was spinning with confusion. What the hell was going on? What the hell was I doing? I spun on my heels and scurried back to the changing room.
Neither of us spoke as we headed back into Dr. Goswami’s office after getting dressed back into our regular clothes. Dr. Goswami ushered us back to the seats in front of his desk.
He folded his hands together on his desk and looked us over. “We have now addressed your blockages.” He pointed to Chase. “Mr., I detected blockages in your head and your heart. I feel much well-being and harmony coming from you now.”
Dr. Goswami turned to me. “And you, Miss? Your blockages are in your yoni and big problem with trust. Your yoni looks very different now. Orange. A color of vigor and stimulation. Very good.”
I felt myself trying to shrink into the chair. How embarrassing. I didn’t need to look at Chase to imagine the amused smirk resting on his face at that moment.
“Now. The last exercise is to build on the harmony that is between you both at the moment. Your auras look very interconnected right now. Very very good. I will give you each a sheet of paper to write a letter to each other.”
I groaned inwardly as Dr. Goswami paused for a moment and retrieved items from a desk drawer. I hated these types of exercises. I’d rather do naked handstands than write about my feelings. Dr. Goswami shut his desk drawer and handed Chase and I each a clipboard with blank paper attached to it and a pen.
He continued his instructions. “This letter will never be read by your partner. Its purpose is to help you work out your emotional negative energies. Everything you write must be 100% truth. Your partner will not see this so do not edit out any feelings. Write whatever comes to mind. This exercise may unmask some truths that you have kept hidden even from yourself. This will be a big step to unclogging your emotions.”
I glanced over at Chase, expecting to see an eye roll or maybe annoyance at the task, but his face was neutral. Dr. Goswami positioned our chairs about 10 feet apart but facing each other. He instructed us to begin writing.
It took me awhile to start my letter. I kept peeking at Chase who was busily scribbling away on his page. He seemed to be having no trouble at all. I started tentatively writing.
Dear Chase,
Thank God that you’ll never read this. I don’t even know what to write. I guess we’re supposed to uncover some hidden truths. Stuff we don’t even admit to ourselves. This might be a useful exercise if we were actually in a meaningful relationship. But we’re not. It’s a bogus relationship. Based on lies and money. And our marriage is going to be equally as fake.
I thought I could do this. It should have been easy. Pretend to be your wife. Collect the money. Don’t look back.
But even on that first night in the Wild Rose when you proposed this crazy scheme, I had an inkling of how this could all go wrong. Not for you – I’m sure we’ll be able to save your football contract – but for me. Somehow even that night, I knew that there was a possibility that I could lose my heart to you – that the pretending could turn very real. It only took that one kiss at the bar to tell me that was a very real possibility.
But even when my head told me not to, I took up your offer. Now we’ve been living together for weeks. There are times when we are watching a movie together in your penthouse that I forget this is all a big joke. I find myself so blissfully happy that it scares me. The real truth is that the money from our deal doesn’t matter to me anymore. Neither do the fancy clothes, designer shoes and handbags, penthouse apartment, expensive cars, VIP status or any other status symbol.
The real truth is that I’ve gotten to know you as a person away from all the other stuff. I’ve met the caring, considerate, passionate man behind the football star and that’s the guy that I’ve fallen for. I don’t know if it’s the chakra magic or because my yoni aura is now orange, but Dr. Goswami has forced me to recognize the truth. I’ve done the stupidest thing I could possibly do: I’ve fallen in love with Chase Wilder.
Now what do I do? Guard my heart and my secret. I can’t let you ever find out or I’ll never be able to exit this mess that I’ve made for myself with any dignity left.
When we were done with our letters, Dr. Goswami folded them up, put them in an envelope and dated each one before handing them back to us. “These are for you to do with as you wish. I recommend that you read them one more time – maybe in a month or so – and then dispose of them. It
is very freeing.”
I glanced at Chase. Writing the letter hadn’t freed me at all. If anything, I was feeling more depressed after unlocking my secret.
“Now, before you leave…” Dr. Goswami was walking us out of the office. “Here is homework for you: one time every week, go through the yoga poses from the cards. Clothed, unclothed – it doesn’t matter – just no coitus! You are creating a non-demand intimacy. Very important.”
Dr. Goswami handed the cards to Chase and we left silently.
Chapter 15
Chase
The next week brought springtime in earnest to Miami, and after the rain stopped, each day seemed muggier than before. The off-season program was winding down and just about everyone else on the team had either been renewed or traded. Other than me and one other guy--a linebacker who’d busted his ACL--the lineup for the next season had been nailed down. And even though my contract hadn’t been officially renewed, my ankle had finally healed, and I was hearing positive rumblings from both the team owner and my agent.
Things were looking up.
Each time we were out on the gridiron throwing the ball around, I felt a new kind of excitement stirring inside. The coach’s talents had already proven themselves and, as a team, we were gelling together far sooner than we usually did. All indications, in fact, were that this year would be an amazing one. Semifinals, finals...who knew, we might even go all the way. It just felt right, and I don’t think I’d ever been more eager to be part of a team or a season as I was with this one.
And yet, for the first time in my life, some part of my heart also remained untouched by the pro scene. Some part of me actually regretted my life as a baller, because football was the reason I now stood knee-deep in lies about getting married. And what really got to me was the fact that those lies about “to have and to hold, now and forever” didn’t quite seem like lies anymore.
I had obviously gotten myself into some pretty deep shit. Even worse, I didn’t know how to dig myself out. Hell, I didn’t even want to dig myself out. But what was I supposed to do, ask Aubrey to marry me for real? She wanted me only for the money. And even if I were okay with her being a golddigger, she wouldn’t marry me anyway. She thought I was too much of a player.
Didn’t she?
I frowned, my thoughts tumbling over one another, as I grabbed our suitcases and gave them to the driver who was waiting for us.
Had I gone fucking insane?
I glanced over at her, standing there in the penthouse’s front foyer all innocent-looking, but sexy as hell in her new designer dress and high heels. We were flying home, so she could meet my mom and two brothers; and then we would return for an informal wedding ceremony in Miami. Within only a few days, we’d be man and wife.
“Ready?” she grabbed my hand, her manner nonchalant, as if she’d grabbed my hand a hundred times and planned on grabbing it a thousand times more.
I squeezed her hand in reply and directed the driver to take our bags.
Later, in the limo, she had let my hand go, but her leg snuggled against mine. It gave me an instant hard-on. All I could think about was our time in Dr. Goswami's office, and how I’d stroked that sweet little pussy of hers until she came so hard she cried out. My gut instinct was to lift that dress of hers and repeat the performance right there, in the back of the limo. But somehow, I fought the urge off. Though it was still fragile, a rapport was growing between us, and we’d agreed that there would be no sex. I didn’t want to do anything to upset the balance.
And then, on the plane, she grabbed my hand once more and looked at me with dark, worried eyes. “Your family’s going to be a lot harder to fool,” she said. “Especially your mom.” She glanced out the car window and chewed her lower lip, then turned back to me. “How many brothers and sisters do you have? I’m trying to remember from high school, but there were so many of you Wilders...the rest of us lost count.”
“You know Luke,” I pointed out, as we pulled onto the drive that led to Miami International Airport. “And you probably remember my sister Dakota; she was in your class during high school. I have three other brothers besides Luke--Gage, Brody and Cade.”
“Cade’s the one who owns his own small country, right?” she asked.
I laughed. “Yeah, he has a way with making money. Brody runs a nightclub, and Gage manages the ranch with my mom Mary, back in Grove.”
She fell silent for a minute or so. Then, she grasped my hand again.
“How are we going to do this?” Her mouth looking pinched. I sensed her panic. “They’re never going to believe we met each other, fell in love and decided to get married, all within the space of a few weeks.”
“They’ll believe it,” I predicted, my voice soothing. “They have no reason not to. Besides, only Gage and Luke will be there.”
“God, I hope so.” She didn’t sound convinced.
“Remember how I told them we’d be coming back for a second wedding, after our Miami ceremony?” I reminded her. “They plan on coming for our Grove wedding ceremony, so they won’t be here this weekend. This visit is just for mom.”
“Damn. I just don’t think your mom’s going to be easy to convince.”
“What about your friend Lisa?” I asked. “Is she going to question it?”
“She sure will.” She gave a little sigh. “I’m just going to tell her that it was love at first sight.”
“That’s what we’re going to tell everybody,” I agreed. “Love at first sight.”
About three hours later, we were on the ground in Tulsa, Oklahoma. By then, the time had almost hit midnight, and we were both bleary-eyed with exhaustion. Our bags came out of the carousel almost immediately, with all of the other first-class passengers’ luggage; and no sooner had I grabbed them than my brother Gage showed up, just as he had several weeks ago, when I’d first come home to find a temporary wife.
Gage had a wry smile on his face as he slapped me on the back and gave Aubrey a hug. His gaze frankly assessing, he studied Aubrey as she stumbled through small talk with him, and I silently debated giving him a swift, discreet kick in the ass.
Gage knew the true reason behind my engagement to Aubrey, as I’d opened up to him the last time I’d been home. He knew that Aubrey was only pretending to be in love with me, and at some point would be free of me, as well as being a hundred thousand dollars richer. But that didn’t mean I was okay with him looking at her like that...like he was thinking about starting something with her once we divorced.
I not-so-politely edged him away from my fiancée. “Did you bring the Mustang, bro?” I cut in.
“Mom insisted I bring the truck, since it's three of us and your luggage.”
I stifled a groan. He’d brought the old pickup truck. We were all going to have to squeeze into the front seat like three sardines, while the luggage bounced around in the back.
With a smile on his tanned face, he picked up Aubrey’s bags and held his arm out to her, leaving me to carry my own. “May I escort you, little lady?”
She giggled and wrapped her arm in his. All at once, she didn’t seem so tired.
I picked up my bag a little too roughly as I watched her parade off with him. According to most of the women in Grove, my brother was a handsome son of a gun, with charm to go along with his dark hair, perpetual stubble and baby-blue eyes. I understood why any woman would enjoy being the center of his attention, but that didn’t mean I had to like it--especially since it involved Aubrey. He’s my brother, I told myself as I followed them, and gritted my teeth. Mom wouldn’t appreciate it if I punched him in the face.
While we walked to the truck, Gage told her about her rescue dogs, and how they’d been living like kings and queens in a small barn on our property. She oohed and ahhed over his descriptions of the things he’d done for them, and I gritted my teeth harder. I’d already warned him not to say anything to her about the “canine cafe” I was having built for her as a wedding present, as I wanted to surprise her with it at our we
dding reception. Suddenly, though, the news of the new building I’d commissioned was sitting on the tip of my tongue and begging to be said. But somehow, I kept my mouth shut. The canine cafe was special, it was a surprise to be used for the greatest effect. I wasn’t going to blurt it out now just to compete with my brother.
I wasn’t surprised at all when Gage insisted Aubrey sit in the middle of us, since us ‘big guys’ needed the legroom on the ends. And I didn’t have much to say as we drove down the highway to Grove. Instead, I sat there on the old truck’s bench seat with Aubrey next to me and Gage on the other side of her, and wondered how hard she had to press into him. I consoled myself with the thought that she’d be spending her nights in my bed, not his, even if she did put a few pillows between us.
About an hour later, we turned onto the gravel road that led to the home I’d been raised in. As we passed beneath that arched sign made of wooden posts that read ‘Clearwater River Ranch,’ I briefly thought back to the days when my brothers and I used to race up the road after the bus dropped us off, and how I usually made it home first, leaving Gage in the dust.
Aubrey touched my arm. “What are you smiling at?”
I glanced over and realized she and Gage had finally stopped talking. “Just happy to be home, darlin’,” I said and, after giving my brother a quick, narrow-eyed gaze that promised retribution for the way he’d been fucking with me, I grabbed her hand.
“Me too,” she replied, and gave me such a joyful smile that for a moment, I was dazzled.
Gage watched us with a bemused expression, and then gave a sigh, which I recognized as a sound of retreat. “It’s late,” he announced, as we pulled up to the house. “Better get you lovebirds to bed.”
“You too, bro,” I agreed. “You gotta get up and herd those cows.”
We climbed out of the truck. Gage gave me the middle finger when Aubrey wasn’t looking, and then I returned the favor. A moment later, we were both laughing.