Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

by Ajme Williams

  “Do you want wine?” I asked as I grabbed a bottle of red and two glasses from the cupboard.

  “Sure. But don’t think I’m going to get hammered and let you have your way with me again.” She said it jokingly, but I knew there was a tinge of truth. She had a wall up and I had to respect it, hoping eventually she’d knock it down.

  I poured us both a drink, setting the glasses by our plates and motioning for her to sit.

  “Remember when you were the one chasing me?” I said as I sat across from her.

  She laughed as pink came to her cheeks. “I was determined, wasn’t I?”

  I shrugged. “I was a bit slow on the go.”

  “Really? I thought it was that dumb bro’ code.”

  “That’s why I didn’t chase you. Once you were obvious on how much you wanted me. How desperate you were to have me-”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Am I lying?”

  “No.”

  “Well, when I realized that, I had to work extra hard to maintain the bro’ code. I guess I was too weak.” I took a sip of wine. “Or more likely, I couldn’t resist. I was desperate too, Sinclair.”

  She shifted uncomfortably. I let it go, taking a bite of my spaghetti, watching her as she did the same.

  “Oh wow, that’s good. Where’d you learn to cook?” she asked.

  It was ridiculous how much her praise boosted my pride. “When we were on missions, all we had were MREs – meals-ready-made – and after a while, they really started to suck. So eventually, I found places to pick up spices and would experiment adding them to the MREs. I took that and experimented more when I was in a place I could shop and cook. It was soothing and I like food, so it was a win-win.”

  “It’s delicious.”

  “Do you cook?” I asked. It wasn’t a prerequisite for my wanting her as my wife, but I had to admit, it was nice to come home for lunch and dinner and have it already on the table.

  She snorted. “Hardly. I’m a bit hopeless there. But I want to learn. My goal is for me and Alyssa to get our own place.”

  I flinched. This was their place. I sipped my wine to keep from saying it out loud and spooking her.

  I also didn’t want to talk about her living somewhere else, so I changed the subject. “So, if you don’t cook, what do you do for fun or to relax?”

  “I go with Trina to bug Ryder at the Salvation Station.”

  “Are they together?” I asked. I realized I hadn’t spent much time with Ryder. I really needed to get together with him to catch up.

  “No, but he keeps making comments like they hooked up once, but maybe it's wishful thinking. Personally, I think it would be great.”

  “There’s no sister code?” I sipped my wine.

  She looked up at me and laughed. “I have no problem with my friend being with my brother.”

  I shook my head. “Women are so much more enlightened.”

  She smiled smugly.

  “So why did I note a hint of you being annoyed that I hired Jeannette Schmidt to represent me?”

  “You would bring that up.” She shook her head.

  “There’s something appealing about you being jealous.” I dragged my garlic bread through my sauce.

  “I’m not jealous. Not now, anyway.”

  Ouch.

  “In high school, though, I wanted to scratch her eyes out. Especially when it got out that you were fucking her.”

  I shrugged. “I had to learn somewhere. I was a sophomore and she was a senior.”

  “Are all men horndogs or is that just you and Ryder?” she asked with a pointed look at me, like it was a serious question.

  “All men like sex, although I think that women like it just fine too.” I leaned forward. “I do believe you’re the one who seduced me, Sinclair.”

  “You really like to remind me of that, don’t you?”

  I grinned. “I do. It’s a favorite memory of mine.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m not so easy this time, pal…the other night notwithstanding.”

  I nodded. “It seems only fair that this time I do the pursuing.”

  She stilled for a moment, and then finished twisting her spaghetti on her fork. “We agreed that this was an arrangement.”

  “I know.”

  She looked up at me, as if she didn’t believe me.

  I was going to respect her wishes, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t let her know how things would be if she gave me another chance. “If you were open to rekindling things, I’d do it much better this time. I’d give you romance and whispers of sweet nothings. I’d give you all the things I didn’t last time.” I wanted to tell her I’d open my soul for her this time as I hadn’t done that last time and instead, I’d run off.

  I wondered if Alyssa’s father had given her any romance before he’d disappeared from the picture. I was dying to ask for the details, and at the same time, I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to think about my precious Sinclair going to college and letting another man touch her. I didn’t want to hear how it was that she ended up a single mother. Where was the fucker and why wasn’t he helping her?

  “Well, perhaps you can pretend you did all that when the townsfolk start asking about this whirlwind marriage,” she said.

  “I think sticking as close to the truth as possible is the best. We were a couple the summer after high school, with big plans that I fucked up by running off. But now I’m back, all grown up and ready to be the man you need. And despite your reservations about me, you just couldn’t help yourself. So once again you threw yourself at me under the old oak tree.”

  She laughed. “That was good until that last bit.”

  I nodded toward her hand. “You’re not wearing the ring.”

  “Wyatt, I don’t feel right wearing it. It’s an heirloom. It feels disrespectful to wear it in a sham marriage.”

  The word sham was like a punch in the gut. “It will help sell the story of this marriage.”

  “It’s in my purse. I’m terrified of losing it. But I’ll put it on when I go out.”

  We finished eating and then she helped clear the table and took over dish duty. I was struck by how normal this felt. We could have had ten years of this if I hadn’t run off.

  As she washed, I dried the items that didn’t go in the dishwasher. I dried off the slow cooker that had the sauce in it and reached over Sinclair to put in the cupboard over the sink. I took a moment to inhale her sweet scent. Yes. Honeysuckle or something floral.

  She moved back, her backside hitting me in the groin. Of course, my dick went from zero to full-tilt in an instant. Or perhaps he was already semi-hard. So maybe it was thirty to full-tilt. Either way, need and desire rushed like a torrent through my body. That night under the tree came back in a firestorm; her soft body, suckable tits, tight wet pussy. God, I wanted that again.

  “Oh!”

  I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Do you know what you do to me Sinclair?” I whispered in her ear. I wanted to respect her wish that we didn’t engage in naked activities. But if there was a chance that she’d change her mind, I wasn’t averse to encouraging that outcome.

  “Yes.” Her ass moved side to side over my dick.

  I hissed as my cock grew painfully large in my jeans. “Am I alone in this?” Looking over her shoulder, I could see her nipples straining against her cotton top, so she wasn’t completely unaffected. I wanted to slide my fingers in her pussy to see if she was wet to make sure.

  “No.”

  I didn’t push her. I just held her there. She knew what I wanted, but if she was going to push me away, I’d leave her alone. So, I waited to see what she’d do.

  Her breathing picked up. “Wyatt. We won’t be able to get an annulment if we do this.”

  I’d heard that if a marriage wasn’t consummated, it could be annulled. I didn’t know if it was true, but I did know it didn’t apply to us. Not yet anyway.

  “We’re not married yet.” Taking a chance, I trailed whisper light
kisses along her neck, loving how her body shuddered at my touch.

  “Do you think it matters?” her voice was breathless.

  I wanted to tell her it didn’t, but I didn’t know the law. I only knew that I didn’t like her talking about ending a marriage that hadn’t even started yet.

  “I don’t know and I don’t care.” I pressed my dick between her legs, hoping it would give her enough friction to let her body do what it wanted. “I want you, Sinclair. I want to do things to you.”

  “Oh god.” Her hands pressed over mine, dragging them up to her tits. “What things?”

  I kneaded her tits, squeezing her nipples through her thin top. “I want to eat your pussy. I never got to before.” I licked her neck. “My tongue on your clit. Fucking your pussy.”

  She let out a gasp as her hips gyrated against my dick.

  “Then I’ll suck it. Do you like that, Sinclair? Do you like it when a man goes down on you?”

  “I…I…I don’t know.”

  I stilled for a moment at her answer. Then not wanting the moment to end, I sucked on her ear lobe. “Has a man ever loved your pussy with his mouth?”

  “No.”

  Ah fuck. My dick was going to explode. The idea that I could be the first man to taste her sweet pussy juice was more than I could bear.

  “I’m so hot. Tell me to stop if this isn’t going to happen.”

  She didn’t say stop. She didn’t say keep going either. But I could smell the distinctive scent of her sex. She was hot and wet and I wanted my mouth there more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

  “Can I eat your pussy? I’m dying to taste you.”

  “I…I… Is it gross?”

  “No baby, it’s not gross. And you’ll love it. I’ll make you come so hard.”

  “Oh God, Wyatt… What are you doing to me?” Her hand snaked around behind my neck.

  I buried my face into the crook of her neck. “I’m seducing you, Sinclair.”

  In a flash, she whirled around, her arms were around me, and her mouth was consuming mine.

  Yes! I clung to her, turning her and maneuvering her to the table. There was no way we were going to make it to a bed. As I moved her, I stripped her, yanking her top off and shoving her shorts down. I ran my fingers over her panty-covered pussy. It was soaking. I groaned as I used my fingers to push her panties down.

  Her hands were frantic, tugging at my shirt. As I pushed her up on the table, I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Her hands undid my jeans, but I pushed them away before she could touch my dick. One touch and I was going to come all over us.

  “You first,” I said, panting more than I ever remembered doing. I pushed her thighs open and dropped to my knees.

  “Wyatt.” Her hand slid down over her pussy.

  I kissed her hand and then inhaled. “You smell so sweet. I want to taste you.” I gently moved her hand away. “You have the sexiest pussy ever. And you’re so wet. Wet for me.”

  I looked up at her, wanting to make sure she was okay with this as I ran a finger through her folds.

  “This will make my fantasy come true,” I said.

  “I thought me riding you under the tree was your fantasy.”

  “I have more than one.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Can I eat your sweet pussy, Sinclair?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “You’ll love it. I promise.” I turned my attention to the wet light hair and pretty pink lips between her thighs. I pushed her thighs open wider and used my fingers to open her folds. I stuck my tongue out, swirling it around her clit, loving how she cried out. Then I put the flat of my tongue at her opening and lapped upward. Her taste filled my mouth, sending my head whirling, until I was intoxicated. Then I focused on her, making her feel good. We didn’t always connect like we had before, except through our bodies. In this, we were still a perfect match. I hoped that if I touched her just right, made her feel good, maybe she’d open up enough to let me into her heart as well as her body.

  18

  Sinclair

  Oh. My. God. Wyatt’s hot, wet tongue was touching my pussy. No, not just touching, but licking. And it felt so, so good. Amazing. Spectacular. I pressed my hand to his head to make sure he didn’t stop. I didn’t ever want him to stop.

  My hips rocked against the thrust of his tongue. “Wyatt.”

  He groaned, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.

  Every muscle in my body quaked. My blood was running thick and hot straight to my pussy. Moans echoed through the room and I realized they were from me. He had me writhing, rocking, shaking.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” My head dropped back as he pushed me up and up.

  He focused on my pussy opening, using his thumb to rub my clit and I was completely wrought. Sensation after sensation pulsed through my body, each time increasing in intensity until I thought I might completely come apart.

  “Oh god… I’m going to come…” I could barely breathe. My pussy was on fire.

  He thrust one and then two fingers inside me, and sucked my clit and my world completely shattered.

  I screamed as I held his head to my pussy and fucked his mouth while the most glorious orgasm careened through me. His mouth kept sucking, his tongue kept licking until finally he brought me down.

  He shot up, his hands shoving his jeans down. “I have to fuck you.”

  I was completely spent, but seeing his dick, hard, red and looking like it would come any second, I immediately wanted to have it inside me.

  He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips.

  “You taste so fucking good.” Then he gripped my hips. “I won’t be slow. My nuts are about to explode.”

  “Fuck me, Wyatt. Come in me.”

  He groaned and his eyes rolled back as he thrust his dick inside me. I cried out again, as pleasure rocketed through me again. He was so hard and thick. I could feel every millimeter of his dick as he plunged in and out, faster and faster. He was frantic, frenetic. He was out of control and it made me feel more feminine than I could ever remember feeling. This sexy strong man was desperate for me.

  “Are you there yet?” he grunted out.

  I was close. With each thrust I was closer and closer to the edge again.

  He shifted, titled my hips and plunged in, hitting that one spot that shot me to the stars.

  “Yes!” I cried out as another orgasm rocked my body.

  A low growl that grew louder tore from his lips. “Fuck…fuck…” He thrust hard, and warmth filled my pussy. “I’m coming…fuck, so good…” He thrust again, and again, each time filling me until I could feel it dripping out of me.

  Finally, he stopped, dropping his forehead to mine as he heaved in breaths. “Fuck.”

  I held him as my pussy kept convulsing around his cock.

  Finally, the haze of orgasmic bliss dissipated, and reality set in. What had I done? I hadn’t been able to make it one night before I let him touch me. It was amazing, and oh, so wrong.

  His dick fell from my core, spent but sated, covered in his cum and my juices. “Let me get a towel.” he said as the mess dripped on the table and floor.

  I jumped down and gathered my clothes, slipping on my shorts and t-shirt. When he turned back, his face registered surprise, some anger, and some hurt.

  “Are you alright?” He handed me a paper towel, and then he went to wipe up the mess.

  “This is your mother’s table.” I was mortified. How could I eat here again knowing what he’d done to me on this table?

  “She won’t know.” He flashed me his signature grin, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wanted to lighten the mood. He wanted me to lighten up. But I couldn’t. “There was no way I’d have made it to a bed.”

  “We can’t be doing this.” I really needed to stick to my guns on this. There was too much at stake to let my hormones get the best of me.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  I gave him
a look that said, “you know why.”

  “I have no problem with this. We’re going to be married. Married people have sex, Sinclair.” He thrust one leg then the other into his jeans, jerking them up.

  “It’s not a real marriage. A real relationship. We need to keep our hands to ourselves and focus on the goal; to deal with Stark.”

  “We can fuck and still deal with Stark. What’s the big deal?” So, to him, it was just fucking. I supposed that should have made me feel better. The last thing I wanted was emotions screwing things up. Still, it would have been nice if there was more to it, which even as I thought it made no sense. This was why we had to stop having sex. It messed up my thinking.

  “It muddies the water, Wyatt. We can’t afford for that to happen.”

  “You think I can’t keep sex and business separate?” He tugged on his t-shirt.

  Again, his words hurt me even though it was exactly what I wanted. For him not to think of me as a long-term deal.

  “It would just be easier. Besides, with Alyssa here…I can’t risk her seeing something.”

  He rolled his eyes at me, making me angry. “You think I’d really fuck you somewhere she’d see it? Jesus, Sinclair. What kind of man do you think I am?”

  “That’s the point. I don’t know. Not anymore. We’re not eighteen-year-old horny kids with stardust in our eyes, believing in fairy tales. This is real life.”

  His green eyes flashed with anger. “Maybe it was all a fiction for you, but I loved you, Sinclair.”

  “You left!”

  He jerked back and because he really had nothing that he could say to contradict my point, he turned away.

  “This is why we need to keep the boundaries straight,” I said quietly. “To avoid what’s happening right now.”

  He lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine. No fucking.” He started for the kitchen door that went out to a sun porch. He stopped and turned. “But this needs to look real if I’m going to have a chance against Stark.”

  I nodded, not sure what he meant.

  “So, when we’re out in public and I hold your hand, you have to pretend not to feel disdain and revulsion at my touch.” He started out the door.