Fake Marriage Box Set

“I know, and I’m trying. It’s a mess, I suppose. I shouldn’t have ever let myself go down that road in the first place, but no matter how much I tried, it was like an invisible thread kept pulling us together.”

Jake laughed. “I know, according to Maria, it is fate, pure and simple. She has been for this match from the very beginning. If I even try to be logical about it, she shuts me down. She is all for a happily-ever-after for the two of you. And bro, when Maria’s happy, I’m happy. Very happy,” he said, with a wink.

“Thanks for talking with me about this. I’ve gotten in way over my head.”

“No problem. Call if you need anything,” he said, before we parted ways.

I went home and planned to do some more cleaning up. I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do with Ally’s room yet, but an office seemed like the most logical thing. I didn’t want the room to be empty, and something needed to fill the void.

After spending time moving Ally’s bedroom furniture to the garage, I popped a TV dinner into the oven and flipped on the television. It was then that I realized my phone had been on vibrate. I found it in Ally’s room and noticed I had a couple of texts.

They were from Tessa, but I wasn’t in a texting mood—I wanted to hear her voice. I knew it was completely uncool and out of fashion for anyone to actually talk on the phone, but I needed that connection with her.

“Hi,” she answered. “Everything okay?”

I laughed at the hesitation in her voice.

“Yes, but I wanted to hear your voice instead of just reading

messages. How was the rest of your day?” I asked, doing my best to make small talk.

“Good. Hectic and crazy, but good. You?”

I quickly told her about my lunch with Jake. I didn’t tell her about my hesitation in pursuing a relationship with her, though.

“What are you doing right now?” I asked her. She sounded a little out of breath.

“Putting away laundry. Fun stuff on a Friday night,” she laughed.

“Sounds like quite an effort. I thought maybe it was hearing my voice that had you panting and out of breath,” I teased.

“That certainly didn’t help,” she said, lowering her voice. “I feel like I’m in heat whenever I’m around you.”

There it was. That familiar sensation, a combination of lust and need. With a few words, she managed to turn me on in a way I’d never quite experienced before. It wasn’t the words; it was the woman who spoke them.

“I can understand the feeling. I’ve been hard for days. My balls are so blue I worry they’ll fall off,” I lamented.

She laughed, deep and throaty. “I’d like to see that. Not them falling off, but the balls and other parts.”

I had to unbutton my jeans. It was downright painful not to, especially with the way I was sitting. The moment my cock sprang free, I breathed a sigh of relief. She heard it.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I had to undo my pants, I just couldn’t take it anymore,” I told her in a low voice.

“I wish I was there to see that,” she breathed.

“What would you do?” I meant it as a joke—kind of. Phone sex wasn’t my thing, but at the moment, it felt very much like my thing.

She released a long breath. “I would gently pull your cock out of those briefs I know you’re wearing. Then I’d have to taste you. I want to know what it feels like to have you in my mouth. A few slow licks up and down your length at first, and then my tongue would circle around the head, slow and soft. Once I had your full attention, I would give you the best blowjob of your life.”

I moaned. I thought about finishing what she started with my hand, but she stopped me. “Don’t do it,” she said, in a firm voice. “That raging erection you’re sporting right now. That’s for me. I want every bit of it. I deserve all of it.”

“Tessa,” I groaned, engorged to the point one touch from her would have me exploding.

“I have to go!” she said, and abruptly ended the call.

I sat there, looking at the phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. Did I go too far? I replayed the conversation. It wasn’t me. That was all her. Maybe it had embarrassed her. I called her to tell her it was okay, but she sent me to voicemail.