Fake Marriage Box Set

“Exactly,” he whispered and slid out of me before setting a pace that had my ass bouncing against his stomach and the bed shaking from the strength of his thrusts. I reached between my legs and fingered my clit as he pulled hard on my hair and rode me until the room exploded in bright lights.

I heard him urging me on somewhere in the distance, but the haze around me was too thick. I was so close to approaching my third orgasm when he stopped, stiffened behind me. His grip turned rough, biting into my skin.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.” I glanced back to find him locked in his own orgasm. So hot.

Not one to give up an opportunity, I undulated my hips forward and moved down to my elbows on the bed, stroking his thick cock until my own orgasm him. I rode him through it as he groaned and grunted behind me.

The minute I stopped, I collapsed on my stomach on the bed, and he pulled out, running his hand down the back of my leg. “I’ll be right back. You want water?”

“Please?” I crawled up into the bed and slipped under the sheets, turning and pressing my face against his pillow before breathing in deeply. The scent of him buried in my lungs was almost as good as him buried inside of my body.

“Here.” He paused beside the bed and handed me a towel. “Clean up.”

I took it and cleaned up the evidence of our sex before accepting the bottle of water he’d been drinking. I finished it and pulled the covers up toward my neck as he watched me.

“What? You want me to go to the couch?” I sat up. “I can.”

“No. Not at all.” He set the bottle down and walked around the bed, his body bare and so far, beyond sexy. How he didn’t have a woman in his bed already was a huge surprise to me. He was the full package deal, the kind of man I could only dream about being with.

I rolled onto my side and curled up, facing him. A million conversation starters ran through my mind, but the minute he laid down, he turned his back to me, and that was it. No goodnight, no snuggles or one last kiss. He gave me just what I deserved.

Nothing.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gavin

It was the day before my wedding, and while any normal groom would have been either freaking out at an unnecessary bachelor party or enjoying their last night of freedom, I was at Ron’s house with a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a necktie in the other.

“Doesn’t your tuxedo come with a tie already?” Ron asked. I shrugged and sat the tie on his kitchen counter.

“It does, but this gray one is special,” I said. “It’s Mom’s favorite.”

“Gray on black,” Ron murmured. “I guess it’ll work for a wedding.”

Ron hadn’t been too surprised when I told him about the wedding. He understood the direness of the situation, and how important it was to speed up these things within the next six months.

“Just don’t try and speed up any babies,” he had joked. “You gotta wait the whole nine months for them, at least.”

It hadn’t occurred to me whether to not Maddie would have been interested in children until that moment. It didn’t matter, of course, but I couldn’t help but imagine her as a wonderful mother. Any children she had would be well-taken care after she received the rest of her money at least. I had told Ron not to worry about that, and our conversation had continued. I was thankful that he didn’t seem to be looking too deep into our relationship. Apparently, he expected any sane man to fall for Maddie, and he had complimented me in a way that didn’t make our relationship any more awkward.

“How is she doing?” he asked after I finished my glass. For a split moment, I wondered which woman he meant.

“Sick,” I said. “The news cheered her up, at least. But she hasn’t gotten any better.”

“Is it still six months?” he asked. “Or has the doctor said anything differently?”

“She hasn’t wanted to go back,” I said. “She says she already knows everything that she needs to know, so there’s no reason for a doctor’s appointment.”

“I bet that pisses you off.” Ron frowned as I refilled my drink. “Gavin, it’s not even noon yet. Got the wedding jitters?”

I nodded my head absentmindedly. “This time last year I was coming to terms that marriage wasn’t for me,” I said honestly. “And I was more than okay with that. I was actually a little excited that I could live a life for myself and no one else.” And now it seemed like I was living it for everyone else.

“You really love her, huh?” he asked. I realized the three of us hadn’t actually hung out in the time that Maddie and I set up this arrangement, and that Ron had no idea how we acted with one another. So far our charade had only been for Mom’s viewing pleasure.

“She’s special,” I said. “But you knew that. What I didn’t know was how she was going to make me feel.”

“How does she make you feel?” he asked.