Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

by Ajme Williams

  “I once had a vibrator,” she said on a raspy breath.

  I stopped. “Once? Do you still have it?”

  “Why would I? Your dick is so much better.”

  Still, my mind was a whirl with all the erotic things I could do with her and that vibrator. “Maybe next time.” I didn’t give her time to respond as I dove in and feasted on her sweet pussy until she was writhing and moaning and coming all over my tongue.

  Then I stood, and hooking her leg over my thigh, I thrusted in to the hilt.

  “Yes!” she cried out. “Yes… Oh God…Wyatt. I love your dick.”

  “It’s all yours, baby,” I managed as I began to move, letting the delicious squeeze of her pussy on my dick take me to heaven.

  “Someday I want you to give me more babies.”

  I didn’t know why, but the idea of impregnating her made my dick harder. “As many as you want.”

  Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her hot breath coming fast against my ear. Her moans and mews had me mad with need.

  “Make me come, baby.” I pistoned my hips, thrusting and plunging until I could hardly see straight.

  Her pussy clamped down and her body convulsed as she cried out my name. I let go, letting my own orgasm blast through me.

  “So fucking good…” I said as I continued to pump in her sweet pussy.

  Once we caught our breaths, I managed to get us into bed. I was ready to love her again, but she told me she had something for me. She walked naked to her bag. I was distracted by her sexy curves and it wasn’t until she was back in bed that I noticed she was carrying a shoebox.

  “What’s this?” I asked, sitting up against the pillows and putting my arm around her as she settled in next to me.

  “Pictures.” She pulled off the lid of the box. She pawed through the stack. “Here. This was when I first started to show. It was around Christmas time.”

  She handed me a picture. Sinclair looked the same to me when I first saw her again, but in this picture, she looked so much younger. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She was standing sideways, her shirt lifted, and a little belly protruding.

  Emotion flooded my system, immediately bringing tears to my eyes. I drew my finger over her belly. “Alyssa is in there.”

  “Yes.”

  “Were you sick?’ I needed to know everything. Every detail, even as I knew it would make my guilt at having left worse.

  “Not too bad. By this time, I felt pretty good.” She pulled out another picture. “This is about a week before she was born.”

  “Holy shit, how did you stay upright?”

  Sinclair’s belly looked about as big as she was tall.

  She laughed. “I know, right? I was sure she was going to be a gymnast too because she was always doing summersaults.” She pulled out another picture. “And here is right after she was born.”

  Sinclair was in a hospital bed looking haggard yet smiling. In her arms was a tiny baby. The face was so sweet and serene.

  All I could think about was how I should have been there. How I let Sinclair down. “I feel like shit for missing this. I’m so sorry.”

  She grabbed my face and kissed me. “I forgive you. And you forgive me. We need to focus on moving forward.”

  She was right, and yet, I still felt like the worst person ever. “Were you afraid?”

  She took the box and set it aside. Then she straddled my thighs and held my face in her hands. “I’ll tell you everything, but you can’t use it to beat yourself up, okay?”

  I nodded; not sure I could actually keep that promise.

  “Yes, I was afraid, but I think that’s normal. I had my parents and Ryder, so I knew I’d be okay. One thing I did learn was that I was strong. And organized. It wasn’t easy to balance classes, working and being a mom, but I did it.”

  I kissed each one of her palms. “You amaze me. You always did.”

  She smiled. “Good.” She rested her head on my shoulder.

  “I can’t go back to give you what you lost, but I promise to give you everything in the future.” It was vitally important to me that she understood that from this day forward, she could count on me. Whatever came her way, I’d be here.

  “What will happen if Stark ends up winning?” she asked.

  “I’m not worried about it. With you by my side, I feel like I could take on the world. But if we have to sell, we’ll move. Maybe we can build a house in the oak tree.”

  She laughed. “That would be awesome. By the way, Stark has been getting pushback. Momentum is moving in our direction.”

  “How?” I rubbed my hand up and down her back. She had the loveliest skin.

  “I’ve been sending out some articles and did a couple of radio interviews, mostly about how Nebraska, America even, is abandoning its family-owned farms, and using our situation to highlight it.”

  “See, this is why you’re going to be mayor. I can’t wait to be first man.”

  She sat up. “You’re hilarious.”

  “I’m not joking. Mayor Sinclair Simms-Jones. It has a great ring to it. And then in thirty years, President Alyssa Simms-Jones.”

  “Oh, I almost forgot.” She slid off my body and out of bed. I was a little annoyed she didn’t respond to my statement that our daughter would be president one day.

  She pulled an envelope from her purse and handed it to me. “This is for you.”

  I eyed her suspiciously as I pulled the paper from the envelope. It was a birth certificate listing me as Alyssa’s father.

  “I haven’t been able to officially change her name yet, but-”

  I didn’t let her finish as emotion overtook me and I had to pull her to me. “I so fucking love you.”

  She lifted her head. “By the way, I want you to know that the only reason I didn’t put your name on it in the first place was that you’d been so adamant that people not know about us.”

  “I thought you’d told Ryder.”

  “Well I did, but you know how people are here. They might think badly of you not being here and I didn’t want that for you or Alyssa.”

  I was touched by her thinking about how others might view me.

  “It wasn’t because I wanted to hide it from you. I need you to know that. The need to hide came once you returned home.”

  “No more hiding anything, Sinclair. And no running. We have to promise that to each other.”

  She nodded. “I promise.” Then her eyes turned flirty. “But you’re already breaking this rule.”

  I arched a brow.

  “You’re hiding from me,” she insisted.

  “I am?”

  She gripped the covers and whipped them back. “Ah, there you are.”

  My dick sprang to life.

  She licked her lips, and why I wasn’t coming just from that I didn’t know.

  “Come out, come out,” she sang as she leaned over and sucked my dick into that wet, hot mouth of hers and shot me to the stars.

  Epilogue

  Sinclair – Three Months Later

  Ten years ago, I dreamt of a life with Wyatt that was built more on fantasy than reality. As an eighteen-year-old, I really didn’t understand life. Ten years later I knew what life and love really involved, and I was ready to get started on the journey with Wyatt. Today, my dreams were coming true but they were so much sweeter than what I’d imagined as a school girl.

  Today we were getting married again, this time for real. I wasn’t in a princess dress with sparkles, but that was okay. The lovely white lace backless halter dress felt exactly right for a rustic outdoor wedding by the river and the oak tree.

  Alyssa wore a pretty pastel yellow dress, causing Wyatt to call her his beautiful daisy. He wore a suit without a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone showing just enough chest to tease me.

  The one part of my youthful wedding fantasy that did come true was the number of guests. Of course, our families were there, as was Trina and even Mo, after I made him promise to behave. Between our two families, we
must have known everyone in Salvation and they all seemed to show up. It felt like the Salvation I grew up in; the one in which we were all one big family supporting each other. I hoped Mo would take note. While we were making headway against Stark, the fight wasn’t over yet.

  Alyssa carried our new “real” rings, and my father and I followed her up the aisle to the old tree, where we’d made our child and now were going to join our lives for real. Wyatt’s smile was so wide, his green eyes filled with love, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

  When I reached Wyatt, he leaned in to me. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  I whispered in his ear. “You’re the sexiest. By the way, I didn’t want pantilines so I’m not wearing any.”

  He groaned as we turned forward and were married for real. This time the ceremony was planned and personal, including writing our own vows.

  “Sinclair,” Wyatt started, as his eyes filled with emotion. “Ten years ago, I had everything I could want and I carelessly left it behind. I want to spend the rest of life making that up to you. I want to love you every day and night. I want to raise our daughter with you and give her brothers and sisters. I promise to never lose sight of you again. I’ll never let a day go by that you don’t know how much I love you.”

  Thank God for waterproof mascara because tears were running down my cheeks.

  “Wyatt,” I began. “I knew since I hit puberty that you were the one for me, although you never made it easy for me to convince you.”

  He blushed and the audience chuckled.

  “But when I finally won your heart, we were too young to understand what we had. Today, I know exactly what I have. I have a man who’s good to his mother, devoted to his daughter, and makes me feel so loved every day. I’ve been given a second chance to have my dreams come true, and this time I won’t let it slip away. Right here, under the oak tree where everything good that ever happened to me has happened, I’m promising to love you like you deserve to be loved. Forever.”

  “What happened under the tree?” I heard my brother ask.

  “Hush, Ryder,” Trina admonished.

  Wyatt squeezed my hands as the preacher finished his words and we exchanged new wedding bands, although I still wore his grandmother’s engagement ring.

  “You may kiss the bride.”

  “It’s about time,” Wyatt said, pulling me into his arms, dipping me and planting a big kiss on my lips, taking my breath away.

  When he straightened, he whispered in my ear, “I was worried you were going to tell everyone we made Alyssa here.”

  I grinned. “I thought about it.”

  He blushed. Then he turned to Alyssa. “Come here, my beautiful daisy.”

  Alyssa ran up to us and he lifted her up. We did it. We were a family. The realization of it swept over me and the tears came again.

  “Oh God, Mama, turn the faucet off,” Alyssa said, rolling her eyes.

  Our guests laughed and clapped, and they joined us in a celebration of our marriage. Our reception was along the river, with a large tent, boards set out for a dance floor, and a DJ playing everything from old standards to the latest pop singles.

  “Come dance with me, Mrs. Jones,” Wyatt said once the party was in full swing.

  “I don’t know how to dance,” I said. Sure, I could sway back and forth, but I didn’t know much about couples dancing.

  “I’ll teach you.” He pulled me to his body, taking one hand and pressing his hand on my bare back.

  “Where did you learn to dance?” I asked.

  “An old general taught me. He said one of the things wrong with today’s generation was that we didn’t know how to dance. He said dance was the first step in the seduction of a woman. Pre-foreplay.”

  I grinned. “We don’t usually need that.”

  He kissed my cheek. “But there are people here by our tree so this will have to do for now.” For a massive man, he was surprisingly graceful as he led me around the dance floor.

  There was a loud whistle. “Wyatt Jones has moves,” I heard my brother call out.

  “You could take lessons from him,” Trina responded.

  “You want to dance with me, Trina?” My brother’s tone suggested another type of dancing.

  “Been there, done that,” she quipped.

  Wyatt shook his head. “They really need to get it over with and sleep together.”

  “No doubt.”

  “Hey, beautiful daisy.” Wyatt called Alyssa over. “Dance with your dad, will ya?”

  She blushed and looked just like Wyatt.

  “Do you mind if she cuts in?” Wyatt asked me.

  “Not at all.” I stepped back and watched Wyatt lift her up and twirl her around the room.

  “You’ve got a good one there,” Trina said to me.

  “Yes, I do,” I said, not taking my eyes off my perfect man and child.

  “You need to name your next child after me since I’m the one that got you two married in the first place,” she said.

  “My name is already next on the list,” Ryder said.

  “You? Why would they name a child after you?” Trina asked.

  “I’m the one that got them real married.”

  “I love you both.” I wrapped my arms around both of them.

  The song ended and Ryder stepped up to the mic. “Toast time, everyone. Get yourself something to drink. If there’s nothing left, you can grab water from the river.”

  Wyatt came over to stand with me, Alyssa holding his hand. “Do you think he’ll embarrass me?”

  “Probably.”

  “I’ve known Wyatt Jones since we decided to take those firecrackers he’d somehow obtained and set them off under Miss Crane’s desk.”

  “That was you?”

  I turned to see Mrs. Tolleson, the former Miss Crane, say.

  “It was Wyatt’s idea,” Ryder said.

  “Thanks for that, Ry,” Wyatt called out good-naturedly. “I’m going to be benched on my honeymoon.”

  There was laughter in the crowd.

  “Wyatt and I have been best friends ever since. And now my best friend and best sister are married-”

  “I’m your only sister,” I called out.

  “Best. Only. It’s all the same. And the two of you have my best niece. And let’s face it, I’m the very best friend, brother and uncle.” He grinned. “I love you all and wish you all the best.”

  “Here, here,” the crowd cheered.

  Jasper Long took the microphone from Ryder. “Now, I know I’m not in the wedding party, but I couldn’t pass up letting the wedding couple know how much me and, and I think I speak for most other farmers in Salvation, how proud of you we are. Saving family farming and taking on big moneybags like Stark should be us old coots’ responsibility, and yet these two upstarts have shown us all a thing or two about the power of saying no and in uniting. To Salvation’s newest power couple.” He held up his glass.

  There was more cheering and drinking.

  “Power couple?” I looked up at Wyatt.

  “You’re the power, baby.” He winked at me.

  “I’ve got something to say about Salvation’s power couple.”

  “Oh fuck,” Wyatt said under his breath, as the over-coifed and polished Simon Stark took the microphone.

  “Stark. God, we should have hired guards.”

  The crowd was silent, but I got the feeling they felt more like I did; unease, not an eagerness to hear what he had to say.

  Stark cleared his throat. “You think these two are out to help you, the average family farmer, but nothing could be further from the truth. This marriage is a business deal, a farce all to help Sinclair Simms become mayor.”

  “It’s deputy mayor Jones, to you,” Trina shouted.

  “Boo,” my brother called out.

  “I’m the one that’s offering to help you out of your financial woes-”

  “Can it, Stark. No one wants to hear your bullshit,” someone else yelled
.

  “I’m telling you; your bride and groom are only out for themselves. They’ve duped you all and what’s worse, they’ve brought a young innocent girl into their scam.”

  “That’s it,” Wyatt seethed as he made his way up to the microphone.

  “Yeah, Wyatt, tell that asswipe what’s up,” a man called from the back.

  Worried that Wyatt might do that using his fists, I followed him up to where Stark stood.

  “Honey, no bloodshed on my wedding day,” I said as I reached him.

  “No blood today, baby, I promise.” He ripped the microphone from Stark’s hand and put his other arm around me, pulling me close.

  “Just so we’re clear. I’ve loved Sinclair since I was sixteen-”

  “Sixteen?” Ryder gaped.

  “She finally seduced me when I was eighteen…under that oak tree over there.”

  “Oh God, I thought you didn’t want people to know about that.” My face had to be beet red in embarrassment.

  He grinned. “Just letting the good people of Salvation know that I’ve always loved you and will always love you.” Then he fused his lips to mine in a fiery kiss that had my knees wobbling.

  Hoots and whistles sounded from our guests.

  “Oh my God. Stop already,” I heard Alyssa. “This is so embarrassing.”

  “Any questions?” Wyatt asked when he finally pulled back.

  “Yeah, what happened under the tree?” someone asked.

  I blushed. Then turning to Stark, I said, “You can bring your worst, Mr. Stark, but we, and by we I mean the good people of Salvation, aren’t going to go down without a fight.

  “Here’s to Salvation,” Wyatt said, reaching for a glass of champagne. He handed me a flute and took one for himself. We clicked and drank as our guests cheered Stark out of my parents’ yard.

  We were in a crowd of people, but when I turned to look up at Wyatt, he was the only person I saw at that moment.

  “You know, you’re the perfect husband.”

  He grinned. “No kidding? That’s convenient because you’re the perfect wife.”

  “So, will we be consummating this marriage under the oak tree?”