Big Rock

by Lauren Blakely

  So if you’re reading these messages, it must mean only one thing.

  You’re crazy for me, too.

  “I’m so crazy for you, too,” I say, and our lips come together again.

  Before the moment can turn heated, before she can climb on top of me like I want her to, we somehow make it to Central Park and the baseball field. The car idles on the path, waiting for us as I walk her to the grass.

  Another game is underway—a pizzeria is batting against a shoe store chain. I pull Charlotte close to me. “But this,” I say, pointing to the ground, “this is where I was a huge dumbass.”

  She grins. “Why’s that?”

  “Because right here, earlier today…” I take a breath, letting it fuel me to finally share my whole heart. “This is where the woman I love went to bat for me.” She gasps when I use the L word. “I should have told you then that I love you. I should have said everything to you.” Inching closer, I press my forehead to hers. “I should have told you I’m madly in love with you, and I want you to be mine. When you told me it wasn’t real, I was devastated—”

  “Spencer, I didn’t mean it. I said it to try to fix things.”

  “I know that now. I was foolish then. But it was all for the best. Because feeling like I lost you made me realize I’d do whatever it takes to have you. Because you’re the one. You’ve been in front of me all along, and in some ways I feel like I fell in love with you quickly, in only one week. But in other ways, I know I’ve been falling in love with you over time, over the years. It just took faking it for me to realize that you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. But more than that—you’re the only woman I want to love.” I brush the backs of my fingers against her cheek. Her eyes are lit with joy. I recognize the emotion because I feel it with her. “And I know that, because I want to eat the green gummy bears for you so you never have to taste them, and I want to sit through the torture of Fiddler on the Roof with you, and drink virgin margaritas some nights, and non-bad beer other nights, and put you in bed if you’re tired and have a headache, and make love to you all night long if you don’t.”

  Her lips part, and she sighs contentedly. She grabs at my collar, pulling me even closer. “I don’t have a headache tonight. And I want to do that all night long, too. I want to do that because I broke the same rule. I’m so in love with you that I’d kiss you with morning breath, and I’ll even scrape pesto mayo off your sandwiches for you if anyone serves it to you by mistake,” she says, locking her gaze to mine.

  “I hope that never happens.” My tone is intensely serious. “Because I don’t want you to have to go anywhere near pesto mayo or bad breath. But if it does, I want us to deal with both horrors together.”

  “Me, too,” she says, then kisses me—a deep, passionate kiss that seals all these lessons I learned.

  When she breaks the kiss, she raises a suggestive eyebrow. “Leftover cold sesame noodles at your house instead of dinner out?”

  “You’re on,” I say, since I know what she wants, and I want the same thing.

  “Oh, wait. There’s one more thing I want you to know,” she says, running her hand down the buttons on my shirt, a prelude to what we’ll both be doing soon.

  “What is it?”

  “Remember when I thought I couldn’t pull this off?”

  “I remember.”

  “I was able to because being with you rarely felt lying. It was easy to pretend to be yours.”

  “Why?” I ask, gripping her hips.

  “It didn’t feel fake. It always felt like it was becoming real.”

  “It is real,” I say, locking eyes with her. I am rooted to this moment—it is the new hub of Charlotte and me, and I want to see and feel and taste all of it. But I also want to taste her. Right about now. “Know what else is real?”

  “What else?” she asks playfully, her tone telling me she knows where my thoughts are headed.

  “How much I want you this second. It’s very real. It’s, like, ten inches of real,” I say, leaning into her so she can feel how much I crave her.

  She arches an eyebrow. “Ten? I would have guessed twelve.”

  “Starts at ten. Finishes at twelve,” I joke as I clasp her hand and return to the town car with her. Once inside, I ask the driver to close the partition. After the tinted window clicks into place, we are cocooned.

  “I’ll take the ten now, please.”

  “Ah, so you do want an appetizer before the Chinese dinner in,” I say, running my hand down her spine and over her rear, squeezing her ass.

  “No, Spencer. I want dessert first.”

  I lift her on top of me. “Appetizer. Dessert. The main course. Let’s have it all,” I say, raising the fabric of her skirt, and she works open my zipper.

  In seconds, I tug her panties to the side, roll on a condom, and lower her onto my shaft. We moan at the same time, then we kiss and we fuck for the next few blocks. Then we kiss hard and fuck harder as the car whips downtown, my hands tugging on her hair, her fingernails clawing my shoulders, our lips smashing together as we consume each other hungrily.

  We fuck as if it’s been weeks since we were together, when it’s only been hours. But I’ll take this…this need for another person, especially since tonight is as good as it’s always been. But it’s worlds better, too, because it’s not ending. There’s no expiration date in sight, no ground rules, and no pretending.

  The night turns into a marathon of sex and sesame noodles, of food and orgasms, of laughter and more of the L-word than I ever expected to utter.

  We test out the strength of my coffee table and it passes; though my knees get bruised, I don’t care. A little later, Charlotte suggests a shower just for fun, and since I’m a fan of fun showers, I say yes. When she kneels on the tiles, she treats me to the best shower I’ve ever had in my life, and does something so intense with her tongue that I’ve got to remember to ask her if she can tie a knot in a cherry with it, too.

  Not that it matters. I have no use for knotted cherries. But I have lots and lots of uses for her tongue. Mine, too, as I indulge in another taste of her after midnight when we get into bed.

  Then, we fool ourselves into thinking we’ll sleep, but instead I slide inside her as we spoon in the dark. Fido provides the harmony, purring loudly when she comes, and together they sound like a mini earthquake.

  “Charlotte, I have a confession to make,” I tell her as I run my fingers through her hair while she comes down from her high.

  “Spit it out.”

  “My cat’s a pervert.”

  She laughs. “Sounds like the three of us will get along fine then.”

  I think so, too.

  EPILOGUE

  One month later

  We are the only ones at The Lucky Spot. The last drink was served an hour ago, and now we’re done closing up.

  I grab my keys from the office, and she shoulders her purse. “Your place or mine?” she asks playfully. Then she answers it with, “I mean, ours.”

  Her lease runs out at the end of this month, so she moved in with me a week ago. She hogs the sheets, and I sleep naked, so that might be a problem in the winter, but aside from that, life with her is pretty much perfect. Add in the fact that Abe’s article never ran, since there was no sale of Katharine’s, only a fake engagement that turned into a genuine love story. I’m a happy camper and so is my dad, who’s somewhere in the Mediterranean now while Nina runs the store.

  The only thing that would make this moment more perfect is a bottle of wine.

  “Before we leave, let’s have a quick glass,” I say, heading behind the bar and grabbing a bottle I picked out for the night.

  She shoots me a curious look from her side of the bar. “Do you want to just have that at home?”

  I shake my head. “Nope. Here.”

  I pour a glass for myself, then one for her. I slide it across the bar. I hold mine up to toast. “To re-creations.”

  She furrows her brow. “What? You’re not making any sens
e.”

  “Work with me. It’ll make sense soon.” I take a drink, then set down my glass. “Isn’t it funny how everyone thinks we’re a couple?”

  “But we are a couple,” she says, shaking her head and tapping the glass. “Were you drinking a lot before you cracked this one open, Holiday?”

  I’m undeterred. “We need a story,” I say, reminding her of what she told me in her kitchen the day we first decided to fake it. “Remember?” I ask, prompting her. “One Thursday night at The Lucky Spot, over a glass of wine after closing time…”

  Recognition dawns, and her brown eyes twinkle. “Yes. If memory serves, you said what you just said.”

  I repeat myself, holding her gorgeous gaze captive. “Isn’t it funny how everyone thinks we’re a couple?”

  She remembers her line—her made-up, make-believe line about how we came together. “Maybe we should be one.”

  I say nothing. She doesn’t speak either. We both recall the script, and how it called for an awkward pause.

  When the pause is weighted with enough awkward, I speak, the corner of my lips curving up. “But this time, there’s more after the awkward pause,” I say, then dip my hand into my pocket.

  “What happens next?” she asks breathily, her palms pressed on the counter, anticipation evident in how her shoulders curve toward me.

  “A magic trick.”

  “Show me.”

  I leave my post and walk around the bar. When I reach her, I wave one hand behind her left ear, then I take my other hand out of my pocket, and brush it behind her right ear. “Look what I found behind your ear,” I say, then open my palm in front of her.

  “Oh God,” she says, her voice catching.

  I bend down to one knee and take her hand. “I have a proposition for you. When we first played make-believe fiancée, you used two words that we both swore we’d never hear again. But even then they sounded perfect coming from you. Mrs. Holiday. And that’s because you’re the only one I ever want to be Mrs. Holiday, and I hope you think it sounds as sexy and beautiful as I do. Will you marry me?”

  “I love being propositioned by you, so the answer is…yes,” she says, as a tear slips down her cheek.

  Never has one word been more perfect.

  I hold up the ring, letting the stone catch the light from above. “This is the ring you picked out—the one you wanted, the one that’s perfect for you. It’s also the ring I got for you the first time, and it’s the one I want you to wear for always,” I say, as she holds out her hand.

  “Put it on me,” she says, in between happy sobs. “It’s the only one I want. You’re the only one I want.”

  I slide it on her ring finger for the second time, and I know that it will be the forever time.

  ANOTHER EPILOGUE

  Six months later

  My wife is fucking awesome.

  But don’t just take my word for it. Consider all her accomplishments.

  She’s bright, she’s beautiful, she’s funny, and she married me.

  End of story.

  Oh, wait. There’s one more thing I have to say. So, yeah. We broke pretty much all the rules. We had sleepovers, and we lied, and it was weird, and we fell in love, and it didn’t last a week. It’s lasting a lifetime.

  There are two rules we kept though. Remember how we agreed to stay friends? We remain friends. Best of friends.

  Now, you’re probably wondering about that other rule. Charlotte held fast on that one, but I’m not missing a thing, especially considering how well she can tie cherry stems with her tongue. I’m the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth, because I’m madly in love with the woman I come home to every night. My wife. My best friend.

  And I make her happy every night.

  If you know what I mean.

  And I think you do.

  Happy wife = happy life.

  THE END

  COMING SOON!

  Mister Orgasm!

  Did you enjoy getting to know Nick Hammer, Spencer’s best friend? Stay tuned then for Mister Orgasm! Nick’s got a story to tell too when he starts spending more time with Harper, so get ready for another dirty, cocky, funny all-guy POV when Nick shares his story of falling for his best friend's sister! Coming in Summer 2016!

  Just call me Mr. Orgasm. No, really. I insist.

  Orgasms are my specialty. Delivering them. Administering them. Giving them in multiples. Then doing it again for an encore. I’m like the superhero of pleasure.

  But before anyone gets all up in a lather about my “manwhore ways,” remember this. You probably didn’t even look at me years ago. You likely didn’t give me the time of day when I was the quiet geek bent over his notebook drawing cartoons about a caped crusader bestowing orgasmic pleasure to womankind.

  Now, that I’m creator of the hottest animated TV show in the world — The Adventures of Mr. Orgasm — everything has changed. The women have lined up. The checks roll in. And the life I’m living is gooooooood — looks, talent, and a masterful dong have gotten me far.

  Except, there is someone who knew me then, and who knows me now…and she just asked me to teach her everything about how to win a man. The only problem is she’s my best friend’s sister.

  Looks like the Adventures of Mr. Orgasm have only just begun…

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  The Sapphire Affair

  The Sapphire Affair is a two-book series about a sexy, high-end bounty hunter hired to find stolen jewels, and the only thing in his way is a gorgeous and adventurous woman who’s after them too…

  Both books should be available for preorder soon! Get ready for a sexy, witty, suspenseful, contemporary romance with shades of mystery and crime — Seductive Nights meets the Thomas Crowne Affair.

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  The New York Times and USA Today

  Bestselling Seductive Nights series including

  Night After Night, After This Night,

  and One More Night

  And the two standalone

  romance novels, Nights With Him and

  Forbidden Nights, both New York Times

  and USA Today Bestsellers!

  Sweet Sinful Nights, Sinful Desire

  and Sinful Longing, the first three books

  in the New York Times Bestselling high-heat

  romantic suspense series that spins

  off from Seductive Nights!

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  USA Today bestseller, and a sexy Seductive Nights

  spin-off standalone! (Davis and Jill’s romance)

  21 Stolen Kisses, the USA Today

  Bestselling forbidden new adult romance!

  Caught Up In Us, a New York Times and

  USA Today Bestseller! (Kat and Bryan’s romance!)

  Pretending He’s Mine, a Barnes & Noble and

  iBooks Bestseller! (Reeve & Sutton’s romance)

  Trophy Husband, a New York Times and

  USA Today Bestseller! (Chris & McKenna’s romance)

  Far Too Tempting, an Amazon

  romance bestseller! (Matthew and Jane’s romance)

  Stars in Their Eyes, an iBooks bestseller!

  (William and Jess’ romance)

  My USA Today bestselling

  No Regrets series that includes

  The Thrill of It

  (Meet Harley and Trey)

  and its sequel

  Every Second With You

  My New York Times and USA Today

  Bestselling Fighting Fire series that includes

  Burn For Me

  (Smith and Jamie’s romance!)

  Melt for Him

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  and Consumed by You

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTSr />
  Thank you to Helen Williams for the C and R and the complete and absolute cover awesomeness! Thank you to KP Simmon for rolling with the crazy. Big hugs to Kelley for running the ship. Huge gratitude to my girls, Laurelin, CD and Kristy.

  A big massive smooch and kisses to Jen McCoy, the first reader to fall in love with Spencer and the one who made sure the magic all came together. I am grateful to Lauren McKellar for her keen eye, insight and attention to detail, and to Kara Hildebrand for helping me nail the prologue.

  Thank you to my family and my husband, and to my fabulous dogs!

  Most of all thanks to YOU – the reader. The books are always for you.

  Xoxo

  Lauren

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