Fake Marriage Box Set

“Burgers sound great,” I said. “I'll meet you down in the lobby at six.”

“Cool, cool,” Mark said. He winked over at me. “I'm excited to see The Great Christian Wall in action.”

I snorted and punched his arm. “Yeah, yeah, you freaky fan boy,” I said. “Don't worry. I'll be in fine form tonight.”

Inside the hotel, I went straight to the concierge desk, leaning down against it.

“Mr. Wall!” the woman, Cindy, exclaimed, standing up to greet me. “And how was your massage?”

“That's why I'm here,” I told her. “I'd like to book the same for tomorrow, if possible.” I didn't need another massage so soon, but I just wanted to see Gretchen again. Maybe I'd get her number this time.

“Gretchen's the best, isn't she?” Cindy said. “I can call her up and see what her schedule is like. Is there anything else you'd like to schedule for tomorrow, sir?”

“Nah, just the massage is fine,” I said. “I'll probably just laze around on the beach again in the morning.”

“That sounds like a very good plan,” Cindy said, as though I needed her input.

I went upstairs to get ready to go out. I lay down on the bed, spreading out and getting myself comfortable. Then, I slipped my hand down my shorts, closing my eyes and imagining that it was Gretchen's hand on me, her firm grip tugging at my member and bringing me quickly to full hardness.

I groaned, surprised by how close I already felt. Then again, she'd basically been teasing me for two hours, as I was spread out there on the table. I could only hope that she had been as turned on by it too. She'd certainly been distracted by my cock more than once. I'd caught her looking at it, her eyes wide and face filled with lust.

I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, thumb playing with my slit, pressing against it and getting at the precum beading there. I could only imagine what an amazing lay Gretchen might be. She had glorious muscles, and I remembered that she had said she ran and surfed and did all sorts of things like that. I bet she could ride me hard, giving as good as she got.

I gasped a little at that mental image, of her bearing down on me right there in the middle of the massage parlor. Oh fuck, that was sexy. I came hard and lay there for a long moment, just panting against the sheets. It had been a while since I'd come that hard just from my own hand. Clearly, I needed to get laid.

Fortunately, if Mark was telling the truth, I would have no problem finding someone to take home that night.

Indeed, there were plenty of sexy women in the bar that evening, some even around the table that Mark led me over to. “Well, man, this is the gang,” he said, gesturing around at the group. “That's Sunny over there, and Michael next to her. And then Bobby and Ella and Sammy.”

“Don't worry,” Sunny said, tossing her blonde hair back. “We don't expect you to remember that.”

I laughed and scooted into the booth with them. “Nice to meet you all,” I said.

“Nice to meet you,” one of the girls, I think it was Ella, I was already fo

rgetting their names, told me. Her gaze was heated, and I could already tell she wanted to be the one to go home with me that night. I'd have no complaints about that.

For now, I turned my gaze toward the menu, scanning the options.

“So, how long are you in Hawaii for, man?” Bobby asked after we had ordered our burgers.

“Not sure,” I admitted. “I'm drifting around until the end of the year, so…”

“Yeah, we saw that press conference,” Sammy said. “What was up with that? You don't seem like the kind of guy who apologizes for having fun.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “It's just work politics,” I said. “One of the other owners of the company thinks I'm tarnishing the company's image.”

“But without you, they don't even have a company image,” Ella said.

“I know that,” I said. “I know that, and you know that, and somewhere deep down, they know that as well. Doesn't matter. He was being a dick about it.”

“That's so unfair,” Ella said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, well.” I didn't exactly know what to say to that. I had to wonder what they all did for a living. Mark was a cab driver, and between that and the way they were all dressed, almost like twenty-somethings on vacation, I doubted they were doing anything really meaningful with their lives at the moment. Probably just bumming around and waiting to catch the next big wave.

Not that there was anything wrong with that. Sometimes, I kind of wished that that was the life I had chosen for myself. Then again, I did like having plenty of money in my bank account.

“So, you lied to Kelly on The Latest about having a girlfriend?” Sammy asked.