Final Play (Fake Boyfriend 6)

“Marc …”

My name on Miller’s lips in the whiny and needy way he says it … I pull back and slam inside him.

He calls out, and I do it again.

Miller starts pushing backward, trying to get me to go faster. His body is begging for it while he lets out agonized moan after moan.

“I promise,” I say, panting, running out of breath now.

We may be already covered in grease, but now we’re covered in sweat too.

“I promise my life to you. I know we’re about to go out there and say this in front of everyone we know, but I wanted to tell you here and now. Just us.”

“I love you, Marc.” Miller’s big and powerful body trembles in my hands.

I move to grip his cock. “Show me. Come for me.”

He lets go, his body tightening and giving in at the same time.

I continue to fill him with my cock until my legs go weak and I come inside him. “Love you,” I breathe.

“Clean up,” Miller grunts.

With a small laugh, I pull out of him and reach for a hand towel on a hook on the wall and run it under warm water.

Miller looks wrung out and thoroughly fucked.

My work here is done. I can’t hide my smugness no matter how hard I try.

“Shut up,” he grumbles.

We’re both wobbly on our legs, but I try to help wipe him down as well as I can with what little towel I have.

We barely get a chance to get clean when there’s a loud bang on the bathroom door.

“Hurry up,” Vanessa calls.

“Told you we didn’t have time,” Miller says.

“Hey, we technically had enough time. We just didn’t have enough time for both sex and to clean up.”

We try to rush through it, but grease is a bitch to wash off. Who knew?

There’s another bang on the door. “Tuxes are here, and people are waaaaaiting. If I wasn’t scared about what I’d walk in on, I’d come in there and get you myself.”

Yep. Vanessa can be scary.

“I’ll go get your agent,” she threatens.

Really scary.

“Fuck, good enough.” Miller uses a second towel to try to dry himself, but it doesn’t really work when the towel is small and he’s so … Miller. “We’re gonna have to drip-dry.” He slips his underwear back on.

I’m still trying to get grease off me. “This shit is everywhere.”

Miller laughs. “City boy.”

I give him the finger. “First thing to do when we get back to the hotel is shower.”

“Uh-huh. Right after I have a go at your ass. Flipping is only fair.”

Even though we just finished having sex, my cock twitches and my ass clenches, already anticipating tonight. “How long is the ceremony again?”

“Don’t forget the reception too.” Miller approaches. “Your ass is going to have to wait at least the next eight hours.”

“Whose idea was this wedding?” I grumble.

“Yours.”

“Fuck, I hate me.”

There’s a knock on the door again, but this time it opens.

Damon steps through and folds his arms. “Are you getting married sometime today or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming.”

Damon eyes my naked form. “Like that? Didn’t realize it was that type of wedding. At least you’ll give the paparazzi something to photograph.”

Our heads swivel as if disconnected from our bodies.

“Paparazzi?” Miller asks.

“Uh, yeah. That was my way of breaking it to you. When the hired security guys wouldn’t let them through the gates to the venue, a couple of them climbed a fence. The town cop is handling it, but don’t be surprised if any more pop out at you on your way to the aisle.”

Great. Just great. So much for the privacy of doing this wedding out of town.

“Think of it this way? Free wedding photographers?”

We both glare at him.

“Okay, I’m, uh, gonna go make sure no more paparazzi get in.”

“You do that.” I sigh.

Miller wraps his arms around me. “It’s okay.”

“It’s annoying.”

“It’s the third thing out of the way.”

Huh? “Third thing?”

“You know how they say bad things come in threes? We had the car break down, forgot the tuxes, and now paparazzi. That’s it. All hiccups done now.” He kisses me softly. “So, let’s get dressed and get out there.”

“Last ten minutes as a single guy. You sure you’re ready?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m ready.”

Me too. More than ready.

Chapter Twenty-One

MILLER

Talon walks down the pebbled aisle first with both his parents by his side, and my mom and I follow. Neither one of us wanted to be the one “waiting” at the end of the aisle. Talon and I started this thing together and we’ll walk out of here together, because that’s what this wedding is about.

Talon and me. Forever.

I’ve always been enamored by Marcus Talon, and until he kissed me in a hospital bathroom while I was on so many meds I couldn’t even be sure he was actually kissing me, I didn’t believe in soul mates.