Fake Marriage Box Set

“I know we’ll have challenges ahead, Luke, but if I've learned anything in the past few weeks, it's to live in the present because the future isn't guaranteed and the past is already gone.”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “There was a time in my life that being cheated on was the norm. Maybe that has made me a little weird about my woman being around another man.”

She traced a finger down my face and then slinked her arm around my neck pulling my mouth down to hers. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

When our lips met, I knew in my gut that everything was right about this and that I would have to get over my insecurities.

“Let's start with a clean slate. My insecurities and yours wiped clean,” I suggested and pulled her against me. There was no doubt my heart wanted her; my mind would just have to catch up.

“That sounds like an amazing plan.”

I took that moment to kiss her slowly, deeply. When she pulled back, a smile spread across her lips.

“I need another one of those,” she whispered and leaned back into me. I pulled her closer and kissed her with everything I had. Before I realized what was happening she was pulling me toward my back door.

“We don't have to,” I said but was silenced when her hand ran down my chest and stopped just short of my waist.

“I want to. I want to so much.” She moved to kiss me again, but I moved and lifted her carrying her into my house. Her legs wrapped around me, and I walked steadily up the stairs, laying her across my bed. I looked down at her and smiled. She blushed and moved to sit up, but I crawled over her and stopped her movements.

“I have thought about this for a long time.” I ran my hand over the side of her face and pulled at her hair, moving her head to the side. I lowered myself and ran my lips over neck and down across her shoulder. Her hands ran over my back and pulled at my hair. I groaned against her skin and kissed my way back to her mouth. Her hands traveled down my back and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I didn't want to pull away, but I didn't have a choice. I leaned up and removed my shirt, tossing it to the floor. I traced my fingers over her shirt, stopping to circle over her nipple before tugging her shirt up and out of the way. She sat up and pushed the straps of her bra down, exposing herself to me. The curve of her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, and I drew her to me until we were skin to skin.

A fire burned between us that I knew would be a full-fledged inferno before this was over. I laid her back across the bed.

“Luke,” she whispered over my skin. My knee pressed between her thighs, and she opened them for me. Her legs splayed out, and my eyes traveled her body.

“Please.” She said against my hand as she ran her tongue over my palm.

A shiver passed down my spine, and my dick expanded to the point it hurt. Her fingers went to my waist line and then journeyed over my zipper, tracing the outline of my bulge. My body pushed against her touch, and when she started to unzip my pants, I had to move away from her. I leaned over and kissed her neck and down her chest, stopping and taking her nipple into my mouth. It pebbled up, and I rolled my tongue over it. Her chest lifted to me, her back arching off the bed.

Being in this moment was everything I had thought it would be. As my lips traveled downward to her navel, I kept one of her breasts in my hand and trailed kisses down her soft skin. With a swift motion, I undid her pants and pushed them down over her hips. Her white cotton underwear went with them, and then she was bared to me. My mouth traced the line of her leg and moved toward her center.

Chapter Thirty

Emerson

His mouth latched onto my clit, and everything in me went wild with anticipation. I felt my body burning with an orgasm and wanted it more than anything. His finger traced over my wetness and then sunk into me. My senses blew apart as I came after only a few strokes. He rumbled a groan against me, and the contractions deep in my belly intensified.

“Damn, Em.” I laid still and smiled at the fact that he had called me Em. Only people I loved called me that. He moved up and over my body kissing me softly. I could taste my orgasm on his lips as he kissed me deeply. I don’t even know when or how he managed to get his pants off and a condom on while kissing me, but he did.

Moments later, I was arching my back, all but begging him to slip inside of me. There was a burn deep inside as he slid into me. I moaned, wanting more of him. He filled me and then paused as he looked down to where we were connected for the first time.

“Oh my god, you are so tight.” He groaned then let his weight press over me. He kissed me tenderly and moved slowly, and I tensed.

“You okay?” he whispered, our eyes locking.

I nodded. He smiled, and he kissed me again. His kisses traveled over my cheek to my ear. His hips rolled against mine, and I felt the burning deep inside as my body adjusted to him.

He pulled slowly out and then pushed forward. With each stroke, I stretched more and more, allowing him to move. My legs wrapped around his hips and pushed against him, asking for all of him. He lifted from me and pulled my legs in front of him. He laid kisses over my ankles as he watched himself disappear inside of me and then back out. It turned me on even more watching him watching us. I felt the shudder start to build, and he pushed into me faster feeling me clasp around him. When I broke apart, he followed suit, and I felt him swell inside as he pumped his release into me. He collapsed on top of me and feathered kisses over my face. We laid there intertwined for several minutes as our bodies calmed.

When he pulled out of me, I felt lost. He pushed from the bed and walked to his bathroom returning with a small towel and then climbed back on the bed next to me. I was pulled against his chest.

“I never knew it could be like that,” he said as he placed sweet kisses on my neck.

I smiled and snuggled into his chest.

He kissed softly down my chest and laid his head on my stomach trailing his fingers over my skin. I pulled his hair through my fingers and relaxed into his touch. He traced a small crescent moon shaped scar just above the line of where my underwear would sit.

“What happened?” he asked as his fingers followed the scar line.