Fake Marriage Act Page 7

  “That is some amazing bruschetta,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What? Did you have an Italian grandmother stuffed away in that family tree?”

  “Nope,” she said, proudly. “I’m just that damn good.”

  “I’m not even going to argue with you this time,” I chuckled. “You may just be that damn good in the kitchen.”

  As we rolled out the dough for the ravioli, I glanced up at her, finding the spot of flour on her cheek adorable. Maybe the whole challenge was exactly what we needed. Maybe finding mutual interests and working together on those projects were what was going to make the next six months, not only bearable, but actually kind of fun to participate in. Like it or not we were stuck with each other, and that in itself brought an instant bond. We had to rely on each other to get through each and every day, and on top of that, try to make it interesting for the fans watching.

  I looked over my shoulder at the cameras and realized that this was the first time in days I hadn’t thought about the cameras constantly up my ass. Maybe Evelyn was right, at least in that regard. Maybe after a while you just stopped thinking about the extra person in the room and you just did your thing. It helped open me up, and Mira helped me find my playful side.

  When the meal was ready, I set the table and she plated the food, making it all kinds of artsy. There were swirls of tomato and pesto, a sprig of parsley and bruschetta perfectly placed in a symmetrical pattern around the plate. She set the food on the table and I grabbed a bottle of white wine from the cooler, opening it and filling her glass half way. She nodded, and nose in the air, pretended to try the wine.

  “Mmm, yes, I think that shall do,” she said in a rich man’s voice. “What year is that? I think ‘78?”

  “No, madam, this is one our specialties, aged to perfection for two entire years,” I said, imitating a fancy waiter.

  “That will do,” she replied snubbing her nose and giggling.

  We both laughed, and I sat down at the table, placing my napkin in my lap. The food was amazing, but the conversation was even better. We took turns telling each other silly jokes, laughing so hard I could barely swallow my food. We both drank several glasses of wine, but this time was because of the fun we were having, not just dulling our nerves and awkwardness.

  “You know what I really want to try out?” she asked.

  “Running the camera? I think we could get some seriously good shots of the bottom of the pool.”

  Harrison shook his head and sighed.

  “No,” she giggled. “The hot tub, I want to try out the hot tub.”

  “Mmm,” I swallowed a bite of ravioli. “I know, me too. I’ve been eyeing the thing since we got here, but I thought it would be strange if it was just a video of me by myself in the hot tub.”

  “Take a bottle of wine along and in about an hour you wouldn’t care who was watching you,” she laughed.

  “It’s like being on the Truman Show, except we know everyone is watching us,” I smiled. “And after dinner they’re going to get a view of just how pasty white this mechanic really is.”

  “Welcome to the club,” she replied, with a full mouth and a laugh.

  When dinner was over we continued the teamwork by cleaning up the remaining mess in the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. We both headed upstairs and pulled our bathing suits out. She smiled and grabbed a towel from the closet, heading into the hallway bathroom to change. I decided to clean up before heading back out. When I finished she was already downstairs, starting the hot tub, sitting on the edge with a towel wrapped around her. She looked up at me with a sweet grin and I could feel shivers go up my spine.

  I walked into the kitchen and filled our glasses with wine before joining her on the deck. She stood by the chair taking off her flip-flops and pulling her towel off, hanging it on the chair. She was so fucking hot, her tiny black bikini barely covering anything. The triangle top was snug, but her large breasts were firm underneath, showing the outline of her nipples. The bottoms were tied on each side of her hips and I couldn’t help but imagine untying them right then and there. I took a deep breath, and turned away, my cheeks flaming red. Throwing my towel over the chair, I walked over to her, handing her the glasses of wine so I could climb inside.

  “Oh yeah,” I growled, sitting down in the hot water, leaning back against the side as the bubbles surrounded me. “This is definitely the life.”

  “I know, right?” she smiled, handing me my glass.

  I took a sip and looked up at the night sky, the moon shining brightly down at us. She followed my gaze up to the stars and sighed, leaning back and relaxing. It was a beautiful night, and even more so because of the woman sitting next to me. The sexual tension between the two of us was crazy. Finally, I reached over and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her through the water and onto my lap. She sat there for a moment smiling at me, before surprising me by turning and straddling me in the hot water.

  She leaned forward, staring deep into my eyes, then pressed her lips against mine. I reached up and set my glass on the edge, bringing my hand back down into the water and wrapping it firmly around her waist. She whimpered into my mouth as she opened hers, allowing my tongue to taste the sweetness of her lips. Her body fit perfectly on top of me, and I could feel her wrapping her legs around mine.

  I wanted her so bad, worse than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. She was so incredibly sexy, especially in the bubbling hot tub, her bikini wet and stuck to her skin, and her wet mound rubbing against my already rock-solid cock. I reached up and cupped my hand around her cheek. She tilted her head to the side and kissed me even deeper than before. I pushed down on her body with the hand that was around her waist, and pushed my hips upward, rubbing my hard shaft against her covered mound. She moaned softly into my mouth, making me even more aroused. Instantly, all I could think of was what she would sound like screaming in ecstasy.

  We were really starting to get into it and as I reached up to untie her top she pulled back breathing heavily. My hand stopped, and I released my grip on her waist as she moved off me and backed up to the other side. To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement, but I had promised her and myself that I wouldn’t behave like an asshole again.

  “You all right?” I asked her.

  “Hmm?” she said, catching her breath. “Yeah, I just don’t want our first time to be in a hot tub, that’s all.”

  At first, I was going to take it and let it be that, but I couldn’t, not with the taste of those sweet lips on my tongue. I gulped down the rest of my wine and smiled as I stood up. She watched as I walked up to her through the bubbling water, leaning over and kissing her lips gently.

  “Then let’s get out,” I whispered, as I reached down and scooped her up out of the water and into my arms.

  She giggled and squealed as I walked up the steps and out of the hot tub, not even stopping to get a towel or dry off. I didn’t want to waste the moment, not when the cameras stopped halfway down the hall and turned off. It was just the two of us, alone, able to be ourselves, and be together without worry or judgment. It was all about her and me, and our connection at that point. I wanted to fuck her brains out, sure, but I couldn’t let the first time go down like that. I was going to show her why she wanted to stay in this for six months and just how we could really make something of our time together.

  She was not going to get away from me this time, not the way our bodies felt pressed together. And, based on how she was nibbling on my neck as I walked, I was pretty sure she had no plans to run away. I carried her up the stairs and down the hall, pausing only for a minute to shut the door to our bedroom. I sat her down in the cascading light from the moon and stood back, biting my lip as my eyes rolled over her voluptuous body. This was what I was waiting for.

  CHAPTER 12

  Mira

  Everything about this man drew me in. His scent, the feeling of his lips on my skin, the way his hands smoothed over me, touching me with the lightness of a feather. Goosebumps cov
ered my neck and arms, and the wanting inside me grew with every step he took to the bedroom. I couldn’t help but give in to him, I was almost powerless to stop myself, much less him. The sexual tension had been there since the first moment we’d kissed at the altar. It had been there that first night, through my hot dream and even when I was raging mad at the man. I wanted him all the time and there was no holding back from it. It was an urge in the pit of my stomach, a thirst that I couldn’t quench, and tonight I wasn’t going to tell him no any longer.

  We walked through the hallways and up the stairs, leaving Harrison to shut down and leave for the night. We were alone, with no one around, no cameras filming, and no acting to be done, just the two of us and a raw carnal need to be all over each other. As he approached the bedroom my heart fluttered. Walking inside, he kicked the door closed behind us, walking to the center of the room and setting me down in the moonlight shining in through the window. I bit my lip and ran my hands over my tits, hardening my nipples. I could see the want in his eyes as he walked up to me, grabbing my face in his hands and pressing his lips against mine.

  He was an amazing fucking kisser, I swear he could soak my panties just from the way he moved his tongue through my mouth. Water dripped from my hair and ran down my back, puddling down at my feet. I didn’t care, I was lost in the entanglement of our bodies, almost bursting at the seams for more. Being in that hot tub with him and watching him staring at my body was so hot, not to mention how it felt to straddle him, his hard shaft rubbing against my hot mound. I wanted to fuck him right there, right in that moment, but I knew I would regret it later. We had worked together so well earlier in the evening, creating a bond between us that was about more than just sex, and I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I wanted to take our time in the bed, caressing each other’s skin, and feeling how perfectly our bodies fit together.

  Everything from that night was already enough to make me give in to my urges, but once we were upstairs, and his mouth ran over my skin, I knew there was no way I could walk away. I bit my lip as he nibbled down my neck, lapping his tongue across my skin. He reached up and undid the bathing suit tie around my neck and pulled down my top. He palmed my breast, squeezing it hard before bending forward and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

  I groaned, rolling my head back, feeling the pleasure he was giving me in that moment. I wanted this so badly, and the way he undressed me, the way he handled my body was more than erotic. He reached around and untied the back strap, pulling my top completely off and throwing it to the side. He backed me up to the bed, then pushed me down, smiling at me mischievously as I bounced up and down, my tits jiggling wildly.

  He stepped back and grabbing the tie on the front of his shorts, he undid the bow, loosening the crisscross ties up the front. I pulled myself up into a sitting position and watched as he let them fall to the floor. I licked my lips, immediately wanting that huge cock inside me, and trying desperately to control myself. He smiled and pulled me to the edge of the bed, running his hand through my hair. He grabbed his shaft and rubbed it across my lips and over my face. I groaned, feeling the soft skin of his mushroom tip. I had never wanted to suck a man’s cock like I did in that moment, so I didn’t hesitate any longer.

  Looking up at Ryan I smiled, parting my lips and allowing him to push his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip and closed my mouth over it, sucking as I pulled up, popping it back out of my mouth. He grinned and grabbed the back of my head, smiling as I opened my throat and shielded my teeth with my lips. Slowly I rolled my lips down his shaft, taking him all the way in and lingering at the base of his cock. I swirled my head back and forth, rubbing my throat against his head. He growled loudly, gripping onto my hair and smiling as I pulled back up, sucking hard in the back of my throat.

  “Yeah,” he groaned. “You already know how I like it.”

  I smiled with a mouthful of his cock, my hand rolling over his balls. He pushed me back down to the base and released his grip, letting me take a little bit of control. I loved how he put me where he wanted me, how he didn’t handle me like a china doll. I grabbed his hips and pumped them to me and away, opening my throat wide as I sucked his cock hard and fast. He growled, lifting his arms up behind his head and closing his eyes as I pleasured him. He moved his hips with me, pounding his cock down my throat for just a few moments before slowing and pulling it from my grasp. He smiled and pushed me down on the bed, dropping to his knees and looking over my body with his hungry eyes.

  “Your turn,” he whispered, reaching up and untying both sides of my bikini bottoms.

  He pulled them off and tossed them to the side, licking his lips as he spread my legs apart and pulled me by the waist to him. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as he pushed my folds apart, then ran his tongue down through the wetness. I gasped, feeling the warmth of his mouth, his tongue gently moving down and back up again, circling my clit. He pushed his tongue against my nub and moved it like a wave, sending electric shocks rocketing through my body.

  “Oh God,” I moaned out, gripping onto the bedspread beside me.

  He moved his other hand down between my legs and pushed two of his fingers inside me, twisting and turning them as he finger fucked me soft and slow. A memory of my dream flashed through my mind and I smiled, realizing the reality was so much better. My heart began to race, and I could feel the orgasm beginning to rise in my stomach. It was like he could sense my coming climax and started to finger me faster, sucking and nibbling on my clit as he went. I screamed out, throwing back my head and arching my chest into the sky. Suddenly I exploded, my body writhing and shaking, my voice unable to even perform, and the muscles in my body twitching and convulsing. He lapped at my juices as I felt my orgasm slowing down as my body relaxed.

  As he started to stand up, I leaned forward and grabbed him by the cheeks.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “It would be my pleasure,” he smirked, standing up and pushing me up to the headboard.

  Ryan opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom in a wrapper. “I found them in here a few nights ago,” he said with a smile.

  I bit my lip as I watched him unwrap and roll the condom along his shaft. He then shuffling across the bed on his knees, his cock hard in his hands. He pulled himself over me and grabbed one of my legs, pulling it up to my side. He looked deep into my eyes as he dipped his hips down and pushed through my juices and ended up deep inside me. I groaned, lifting up and kissing his lips, watching the ecstasy of the first push rolling over his face. He shivered and smiled, gripping onto my thigh as he began to move. He wasn’t thumping or humping, slamming or jamming, but moving his body in an unusual way, using his legs to propel him up and inside me.

  I reached up and ran my fingers down the back of his neck and pushed them against the skin of his back. He gasped, biting his lip as his body began to move faster and faster. He was slamming into me deep now, pushing up and holding it deep inside me for a moment before slowly pulling back, a look of focus on his face. I smiled up at him, pulling my other leg up and feeling him pushing down on them, bringing my knees to my face.

  He started slamming his hips up and down, pulsing over and over again as he fucked me. I reached down, gasping in pleasure, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing as his ass bounced up and down, filling me with everything that he had. After a few moments he began to slow and pulled out, reaching down and turning me over onto all fours. He moved forward, slapping my ass cheek before thrusting hard inside me. I screamed out in pleasure, feeling his arm wrapping around my waist.

  He pulled up on me and I rose to my knees, his cock still inside me, my head leaning back and resting on his shoulder. He thrusted up into me, grabbing onto my breasts and breathing heavily into my ear. His lust was palpable, and I could tell he was nearing his release. He slipped his other hand around my waist and rubbed it between my thighs, grinding his fingers against my clit. I moaned loudly, feeling the heat blowing throu
gh me. Faster and faster he pushed, filling me and releasing again before running his deep shaft back up inside me. He groaned loudly as he pushed up inside and held it there, pulsing his hips.

  I leaned my head back and screamed out in pleasure, my body exploding into another orgasm. As my pussy clenched tightly around his shaft he growled, exploding inside me. I screamed, the pulsing of his cock coupled with my climax was the most intense thing I had ever felt. When our bodies finally released, I fell forward, catching myself with my hands, breathing heavily, my body still shaking. He slowly pulled away and stretched out on the bed next me as I lowered myself onto my stomach.

  I smiled at him, shaking my head and waiting for my heartbeat to slow down. It was the best sex I had ever had in my life, and my dream didn’t do the real thing justice. I had never come that hard before, and from the looks of it, he was pretty rattled by it as well. He turned to me and leaned forward, kissing me on the forehead and pulling the covers up over us. I turned over on my side and he scooted up behind me, wrapping his arms around my body. It felt so incredibly right and had never felt that comfortable with a man before. I could feel his breathing deepen and within minutes he was fast asleep.

  I looked out the window and into the yard where the fountain was lit up. It may just be a reality show, a temporary assignment, but there was something about that man that I couldn’t put my finger on. He was turning out to be everything I needed, and I didn’t even know it.

  CHAPTER 13

  Ryan

  I woke up to the sound of the alarm, groaning as I rolled over and slammed my hand down on the snooze button. It was too early for life, but we had to get up and meet Evelyn. Another two weeks had flown by without much thought at all. We had been married for a month at that point, and it was amazing how easy things had become. The first four weeks were already over, and the last two weeks had been pretty good indeed.