Final Play (Fake Boyfriend 6)

“Although only barely,” Miller says with a laugh.

We get eyed from head to toe by nearly everyone. Miller and I are dirty, wearing casual clothes, and in no way look ready to be getting married. The ceremony is supposed to start in, like, ten minutes.

So not happening.

Especially when we realize we left our tuxes back in the convertible.

“Tuxes,” Miller says, his eyes wide in panic.

Motherfucker.

“Guess we can’t get married in our jeans?” I ask. “Ooh, what if we get married in our underwear with just bow ties?”

Miller’s mom, Gloria, looks like she could slap me.

“I can go back to the car and bring your tuxes,” Officer Silas says.

“Thank you,” Gloria says and then turns back to Miller and me. “Why the heck are you two so dirty?”

Silas snorts as he leaves.

“We had a flat tire,” Miller says.

Gloria huffs. “Let me go see if we can find somewhere to hose you off.”

“Like we’re dogs?” I ask.

“There’s a bathroom in the room you’re supposed to get changed in,” Miller’s sister says. “It doesn’t have a shower, but it has a basin. Come on, I’ll show you where to go.”

Vanessa leads us to the venue’s main building and lets us in a side door.

The room is decorated like a bridal suite with plush lounges and tulle bows everywhere.

“It’s in there.” Vanessa points. “And I’ll go tell the guests why you’ll be late if they haven’t figured it out already.”

“Thank you.” Miller goes to hug his sister, but she jumps away.

“Touch me when you’re all greasy and I will kill you. Do you know how long it took me to look this good?”

“I can take a guess that it was a really, really, really long time,” Miller jokes.

Apparently, my fiancé has a death wish. Vanessa can be scary when she wants to be.

Instead of biting back, she tells us to clean up and then storms out.

“You heard her. We should get … clean.” I smirk. “Need help getting undressed?”

Miller pulls his stern look that’s more adorable than resolute. “You don’t think that’s gotten us in enough trouble for one day?”

I shake my head. “Wrong. Not nearly enough. It is our wedding day. If I don’t get to have sex with you, why are we even doing this?”

“To pledge our never-ending love for each other in front of a whole bunch of people we hardly ever see under the pretense that they’re important to whatever goes on between you and me.”

“Exactly. So why can’t we have sex right now?”

Miller thinks about it. Or pretends to. “I guess the car is about fifteen minutes away. It’ll be half an hour before Officer Sexy gets back.”

“You were checking out the cop?”

“You weren’t?”

“I only have eyes for you.”

Miller is downright derisive as he says, “Uh-huh.”

“Okay, fine. I guess he was good-looking.”

“I can’t believe you checked someone else out. Rude.”

Walked right into that one. I blink up at him as innocently as possible. “You know the only guy to really get my engine going is you.”

Miller smiles as he walks into the bathroom, stripping off his shirt as he goes. “You coming?”

“I will be.” I chase after him.

I pull out travel lube from my back pocket, and Miller stops with his pants halfway down his thighs.

“Really? Don’t remember the tuxes, but you remembered the lube?”

“Priorities.” I dribble it on my cock and fingers.

“I thought you owed me a blowjob.”

“Decided to fuck you instead.”

“You think we have time for you to fuck me?” Miller drops his underwear.

“I will make fucking time,” I growl.

Miller’s eagerness to go with whatever I say is just one of the reasons I’m marrying him. He braces himself on the small vanity and bends over for me.

“Fuck, I love you.” I’m naked and behind him in the blink of an eye.

“Duh.”

I nip at his shoulder. Kiss his shoulder blade. My fingers work their way inside his tight ass.

I know I have to be quick, so I might get a little rough scissoring him open.

Miller hisses. “Jesus fuck.”

“Too much?”

“No. Keep going.” He drops his head against the wall in front of the sink. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

My hard cock grinds against his ass cheek, getting impatient.

“Do it,” Miller breathes. “Do it now.”

I remove my fingers and grip his hips as my cock slides down the crease of his round, taut ass. “I’m gonna miss this ass now you’re retired.”

He turns and tilts his head. “Meaning?”

My cock pushes inside, and I let out a slow, long breath, letting my throbbing dick calm down. “Now you’re not on a strict workout schedule, this tight bubble butt is gonna get all saggy and soft. So is this.” I reach around and run my hand down his chiseled chest and abs. “You’re gonna be my big, soft marshmallow.”

“Kinda losing my erection here.”

“Nah. I can’t wait for it.” I lean over him again and pepper soft kisses along his shoulder and up to his neck while moving in and out of him at a languid pace. Next to his ear, I whisper, “Because I’m gonna love you in every shape, every age, any which way you are for the rest of our lives.”