Chapter Twenty-Eight
Maddie
He looked perfect in his suit, standing at the front of the ceremony with the preacher and Ron on either side of him. His jaw had been locked in place, and the depths of emotion in his eyes had almost split me in two.
He was thinking about his mother and his father. He had to be. Hell, I was thinking about my parents and how much they loved each other. Had I really sold us out for a sum of money? Both of us? We had to walk through the fake motions of the best day in most people's live, and it was all for nothing. For a scam I was running.
I cupped the side of his neck as we stood in his house and brushed my thumbs down his throat as I pulled him closer. The soft brush of his lips against my quickly turned into something so hot it hurt.
He ran his tongue over mine and slid his hands down my back to cup the top curve of my ass. A moan left me as the thickness of his growing erection pressed against my stomach.
"I want you on top of me," I mumbled against his mouth, half-expecting him to tell me to hush and stop being bossy.
"I'd like that." He moved back and licked his lips. "I'll get the shower going. You grab a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two glasses. Meet me in there, and I'll help you out of your dress."
I couldn't find words. The softness in his voice gave me a false sense of hope, and it almost seemed like speaking might destroy it and send me tumbling back into reality. We would be over soon, and he would be in his own world, and I'd be back in mine. Without him.
After grabbing a bottle of white wine from the fridge, I picked up two glasses and kicked off my heels. The sound of him humming something gave me pause.
The Wedding March.
A smile lifted my lips. He could pretend to be a hard-hearted guy all he wanted. He wasn't one at all. He was a romantic. No wonder he was so damn pissed over my offer to play his fake bride for money. It spit in the face of what he believed to be true.
He wasn't jaded about having a beautiful, loving relationship with someone like his folks had. Hell, like my folks had. He was all for it. Maybe his writer's block was due to the fact that everything in his life that represented that love, that hope, was dying.
And I had spit on the little bit that was left.
Sickness swelled in my stomach as I walked into the bedroom and extended the wine and glasses to him.
"Gavin," I started.
"No. No more words. I know we're both a little off because of what happened today, but let's not dive into it. Alright?" He set the wine and glasses down, leaning over to pour it as I watched him.
He had undone his tie and had his button-down shirt opened a little bit, giving me the perfect view of his beautiful chest and stomach.
I moved closer and slid the shirt off his thick shoulders as he stood up. My eyes moved around his face as if asking permission. He nodded, knowing exactly what I was up to.
"Turn around, Maddie." His voice was deep, thick.
I turned slowly and let my head drop as he unzipped my dress and pushed it off of my shoulders. His hands snaked around my waist, reaching up and cupping my breasts. The soft press of his mouth against the side of my neck caused a tremor to run through me.
His warm chest pressed against my back and rough fingers slipped into my panties, opening my folds and rubbing in a rhythmic fashion.
I moaned and leaned back against him as emotion raged through me. "You were perfect today."
"You were, too," he murmured against my neck and rimmed my opening. "Go get in the shower, and I'll be there with a glass of wine shortly. Let's finish up this act with one last night together."
I couldn't speak, or tears would drip down my face. I nodded and stepped out of my dress with his help. It was hard to keep my back to him, but I managed it somehow. I got into the shower and moved under the spray, washing off my makeup as a few tears escaped.
Would tonight be our last night?
"Here you go, pretty girl."
I turned at the sound of his voice and took the glass from him. The way his eyes moved across me left me feeling beautiful. He reached out and brushed his fingers down between my breasts as he stepped closer, his body bare.
I reached out and stroked his erection, pumping the weeping head as he took a long drink of his wine and groaned. "I love shower sex."
"Me too." He finished his drink and nodded at mine. "Drink that. There's a lot more, and we're not wasting that bottle."
"So bossy," I whispered with a cocky grin on my mouth. I downed the drink and reached for him, pulling him into the hot spray with me.
He cupped the back of my head and ground against me as he made sweet love to my mouth. I opened up, offering him everything I was. The desire to comfort him, to love him, was almost too much. I was grateful in a lot of ways that the act was almost over. I'd almost lived the lie long enough to convince myself of it.
"God, you're sexy." He slid his hands over my ass and squeezed as he licked at my mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you bareback a little bit, but when we get close, I'll pull out."
"I'd like that." I gripped his shoulders and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He positioned us to press his thick shaft deep inside of me on the first thrust. We shared a long sigh of passion before he tightened his hold on the back of my thighs and pumped his hips, driving into me with carnality.
I leaned back in and pressed my lips to his, enjoying every hard thrust he gave me. The biting sensation of his fingers against my legs was pain mixed with pleasure and had me panting as an orgasm swelled in my belly.
He turned and pressed his hands to the shower behind me, tucking his forearms under my knees as he pulled out of me. "Drop your ass a little, baby."
I did as he told me to and clung to his neck before glancing down to watch him spread me open with deep, slow strokes.
He glanced down, too, grunting with each pump of his hips. "Fuck, that's hot."
"I love it," I murmured and looked up to find him watching me. I wanted to tell that I loved him too, but I wasn't sure it was true. Even if it were... it was unfair to say it after all we'd been through. He was most likely looking forward to getting rid of me.
I would have been.
"I love the way your breasts bounce, Maddie. You have no clue how sexy you are." He pressed deep inside of me and pinned me to the wall.
"I'm just glad you think I am." I brushed my cheek by the side of his head and lifted up, squeezing my body as he gasped.
"Keep that up, and I'm going to come." He brushed my hair back before kissing me a few more times. The slow burn inside of me raged to life as he started his assault again, fucking me harder and faster.
My back smacked against the cold tile, and I closed my eyes and concentrated on the intense pleasure building between my thighs. A scream ripped from my lips as I released, covering his shaft in sticky wetness that seemed to turn him on more.
"I'm pulling out." He moved back and helped me down as he panted loudly. His eyes were wide, skin pale, and all I could think about was watching him come.
I dropped to my knees and moved to take him in my mouth, not listening to his protests. The man who'd taken me to bed a week or so back would have happily emptied himself into my mouth, being angry and violent about it. The one above me now had a look of concern on his handsome face.
"You don't need to." He gripped my hair as I growled and stroked his cock once before lowering it to my lips.
"I want to. Come hard. Yell loud." I flicked my tongue over the tip as his shaft pulsed in my hand.
"Fuck, yes." His voice dropped, and he pressed forward, filling me with every inch he had to offer. I took as much as I could and gagged hard as he forced another inch inside of me. That was all he needed.
His eyes rolled back as he cried out and fucked me strong and fast.
If I wasn't in love before, I was now.
We finished up and dried off before putting on robes and heading to the kitchen. He set the bottle of wine in between us and glanced over at me.
"I'll have the rest of the money deposited in your account in a few days." He glanced down at the counter in front of him and took a shaky breath before looking back up. "Thanks for playing the part today. You were brilliant."
I picked up my glass and lifted it for him to fill it again as my heart tore in two. It wasn't nothing more than a scam... and I was the villain at the center of it.
"You were, too," I whispered softly, not having enough air in my lungs to do much more. I would never get over what I'd done to him and yet, we were too far along to turn back now.