I breathe hard. Tess snuggles her head into my shoulder and I put an arm around her. It feels fucking strange. I'm not used to getting all touchy-feely with women after they blow me. But this brought back all kinds of memories I thought were long gone.

Ever since I ran into Tess at the Red Lion, I've been trying to get my cock wet. But I never seriously thought that a simple fucking blowjob would come with so many feelings.

Once I realize what I'm fucking doing, I take my hand off her. I zip up my cock in my pants again, and I try to suppress the part of me that says to pull her in close, to treat her right, and to kiss those lips even though they were just on my cock. Instead, I conjure up the part of me that says to blow this all off, to put it in its own separate compartment where it can stay so I don't have to fucking think about it.

"How was that?" asks Tess, looking up into my eyes. Her face practically sparkles, and I fucking like that she glows just from sucking my cock. I can't deny that the girl makes me feel like a fucking god.

I force a grin. "It was good, but I'm gonna need to try it out again to be sure."

She holds back a laugh and lightly slaps me on the shoulder. Her Ms. Tough Girl shit-giving attitude is gone now that she got on her knees for me. "What if it's one-time only?"

"We're married," I remind her with a wink. "You're on the hook, wife."

"Oh really?"

I'm getting hard again. I place her hand on my once-again hardening cock. She palms it through the denim.

"You want me to blow you again?"

I lean in close. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

She nearly gasps. "In here, right now?"

In answer, I shove her against the counter and turn her around so her ass presses against me. She grinds against me, and our instincts take over.

I yank her jeans down, and my cock hardens into pure fucking iron at the sight of her gorgeous, feminine bare ass pressing into me. I free my cock again, and slide it down her skin, searching for her opening.

Then I find it, and I slip inside her, my hands finding her breasts.

"Holy fucking shit," she gasps, as I pump in and out of her. "Oh my fucking god."

I pound into her with a primal need. She feels better than I ever remembered, better than I imagined in my wildest fantasies.

She reaches around, pulling my ass into her, forcing me to go deeper. We knock some pots and pans off the counter, and they clang to the ground.

"The customers," she breathes. I clasp a hand over her mouth. I shush her. "Don't fucking think about anything except my cock right now."

She pushes into me, and my hands explore her body. Her stomach, her breasts beneath her shirt. Everything I haven't been able to keep my eyes off since I first saw her.

"God, Hunter," she breathes. "You feel so fucking good."

"Tell me how bad you want me," I say.

"So bad," she says, gasping. "I'm so close."

I thrust into her as deep as I can go, and we explode together. I shoot stream after stream of cum into her, and I don't stop until I'm completely spent.

When I finally pull out, she yanks her jeans up and spins around to face me, a guilty expression on her face. "I cannot believe that just happened."

I zip up my jeans and catch my breath. "Oh, but it did."

She grins, and I feel like she wants me to kiss her. I want to kiss her too. But I don't want to accept what it'd mean if I do. It's going to be hard to have more fun with Tess without also having even more feelings than I already am.

Just then, the bell on the counter dings. There must be a customer at the counter. "Barely in time," I say with a smirk.

Tess hurriedly re-ties her apron behind her back and sneaks out from where I have her pinned against the counter. "And imagine what they'd say if they knew this is all fake," she says.

I watch her as she turns the corner, and I already feel my cock hardening yet again in my pants. Yeah, she may not have the exact same body she had at 18, but the truth is, I don't give a fuck. Not at all. She's still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and she's my wife. My fake wife, with benefits, at last.

At least for a little while longer.

* * *

That night, we unwind at Tess's apartment with a six pack of beers. She's gotten it cleaned up in the last couple weeks. She threw out all of her old soap- and candle-making supplies, and the place looks like an actual home now instead of a damn warehouse.

She even bought a new leather couch from Costco, and we sit side-by-side on it, sipping our beers. She wears a thin, see-through white t-shirt. I can make out the outlines of her bra through it, and I have to consciously restrain myself from reaching over and cupping them through her shirt. She looks so damn good I can barely help myself.

I can't stop thinking about what happened earlier. And neither can she, from the sound of it.

"You know, you don't have to sleep on the floor if you don't want to," she says, thumbing the lip of her bottle. She glances at me and catches my eye. "It doesn't look very comfortable."

Every night we come home from the shop, we've both been exhausted as hell and we always follow the same pattern. She goes down the hall to her bedroom and clicks the door shut, and I pass out on the sleeping bag I've got set up in the living room. Neither one of us has proposed a change, until now.

Shit. I don't have the fucking willpower to turn down a chance to sleep with her in her own bed, even if I know I shouldn't let her in any further. As much as I try to deny it to myself, I know I'm in way, way over my head already. I'm way more attached to her than I should be.

"You're saying you want to sleep with me?"

She blushes and drops her gaze to the beer bottle she holds upright in her lap. "I guess I am."

"Are there rules and limitations attached to this offer?"

She looks back up at me, her eyes shy. "I don't know. Just… don't hurt me."

Fuck. Now that she's offering me what I've wanted all along, I don't know if I should take it. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt her no matter what I do at this point. "You realize I'm leaving. Soon." It's just about two weeks until the terms of the contract are fulfilled.

"Yeah," she says softly. "So when are you thinking?"

This is another topic we've managed to avoid so far. With the way things are going at the shop, I haven't had the heart to tell her that I have a firm date in mind. But she wants honesty now, so I'll give it to her. Least I can fucking do after what happened today.

"Day after the contract ends," I say. "I've already stayed too long. I've got to be on my way then. I've got a country to ride across, and a whole life ahead of me once I get to Alaska. And now you've got the restaurant you always wanted."

She takes a swig of her beer but doesn't say anything.

"Glad I could help you with your dream," I say. I nearly reach down to make sure my balls are still attached. I must be getting old, because I'm becoming a big fucking softie.

"Yeah," she says ponderously," finishing off her beer and setting down the bottle on the coffee table. "Then let's enjoy it while it lasts."

* * *

I wipe the sleep out of my eyes. I'm lying on my side in the middle of the bed and Tess is pressed up against me, her round ass snuggled into my body.

My cock presses against it, and it's rock hard. Fuck, it's almost painful, and it's all I can do not to grab her hips and pull her into me, until she wakes up and begs me to slide my cock into that tiny pussy that I know would be dripping wet for me.

Last night we slept together in her bed. We fucked over and over, until the sun started to rise. And now, we just woke up spooning each other.

I watch her curvy body rise and fall, covered only by a pajama tank top and shorts that barely cover her ass. The regularity of her breathing tells me she's still asleep.

Slowly, I pull myself away from her. And that's when she wakes up.

"Huh?" she says sleepily, stirring. She flips onto her back, then onto her other side, so she's facing me. For a few seconds, she snuggles into the warmth of my body, pushing herself closer. Then she opens her eyes and realizes what's going on. She blinks a couple times and her cheeks turn pink.

"Oh, hey," she says, mumbling. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, ah…" Her voice trails off.

I can't help grinning. Not much makes me feel awkward, but this almost does. But in the best of ways. Like I'm a teenager again, and girls are new and exciting, and I just woke up from a sleepover with my best friend's ass pressed against me.

"Looks like somebody couldn't keep away from me," I say, grinning. I sit up against the headboard, the bright morning light hitting my cut abs and chest. Shit, I can't lie, I must be looking pretty good right now considering the way Tess can't keep her eyes off my body.

She turns onto her back and stares at the ceiling, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She's at just the right angle for me to see down her shirt, and I can make out a hint of cleavage under her neckline. My morning wood throbs in my boxers under the sheets, and I can't help myself. I reach over, slide a finger under her neckline, and stretch the collar so I can see under her shirt. I catch a glimpse of the curve of her breast, and I see her tight, pink nipple. I bite my lip.

For a second I think she's mad, but she doesn't brush my hand away. When she finishes bundling her hair, she turns on her side to face me again. "You like what you saw?"

"Fuck yeah, I did." I slide a hand around her waist and pull her into me, grinding my hard cock against her through our clothes and the sheets. I want her to know the effect she has on me.

"Want to see more of it?" she asks quietly.

"I don't just want to see it," I growl. "I want to take my time to enjoy every inch of your body. I want to taste every part of you. Last night wasn't enough. I don't care if we're late to the shop this morning."

I feel her heart beating hard.

But she sits up suddenly. "Wait a sec," she says, and then she scurries off to the bathroom. I roll on to my back, rubbing my eyes with my palms. Patience is one of my best qualities, but I can barely fucking wait to be inside Tess again.

When she comes out of the bathroom, she looks disappointed. "I'm sorry," she says. "I… My period just started."

I can't help chuckling. Maybe this is a sign from Jesus, telling me not to let this girl get any closer than she already is.

"And I'm out of tampons. Would you mind… going out to get some?"

I groan. Now I officially feel married.