“There’s no way it can be anything but!”
61
Avery
“Please tell me we’re going to make it through this,” I said, taking off my dress then lying down on the bed in our hotel room after the rehearsal dinner.
“Of course we are,” Blade assured me as he removed his jacket. “The wedding is scheduled, they’re setting up the chairs, and you have hair and makeup scheduled in the morning. We’ll have a very eighties wedding, then we’ll go on a honeymoon. Afterward, I’m hoping you will cut off your father, stepmother, and half sister.” He took off his pants and shirt, setting them on a chair.
I threw an arm over my face. “That seems really harsh.”
“They deserve it,” Blade said seriously. “Trust the person who has already cut off toxic family members—they will only bring you down.” He took my hand, and I looked up into his eyes. “You have friends and people who care about you. You don’t need them. That’s not what love looks like. You deserve better.”
“I don’t know. That’s a big step. I don’t want that hanging over the honeymoon. Speaking of,” I said, hoping to change the subject from a topic I was too much of a coward to talk about. “I hope it’s not a long one. Though I’m sure whatever you have planned is fine. I just want to start moving on the wedding venue and bed and breakfast.”
Blade grinned and flopped on the bed beside me, pulling me to him and kissing me. “I knew you would want a short honeymoon. We work well together, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” I said, “we kind of do.” Was it crazy to want to stay married to him? “I’ll miss you when we aren’t married anymore,” I said, voice cracking with sadness that there would come a time when Blade wasn’t in my life.
Blade’s expression was serious. “Maybe we don’t have to.”
“What if we meet other people?”
“What if we don’t? I’ll never meet anyone else like you, Avery,” Blade said, head propped up on one hand. “And honestly, I don’t think I want to.”
I laced our fingers together and stared into his gray eyes.
“I love you, Avery,” Blade whispered to me. “You don’t have to say it back, but I want you to know, since honesty is one of the rules of a fake relationship. I don’t want a divorce. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I should have been internally protesting or telling him to get real, but instead, I said, “Yes, I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” he said, pushing me back on the bed. I ran my hands over his bare chest. “Do you want to be Mrs. Svensson for real?”
“I think I do, crazy as it is.”
I stroked my hand across his face, and he kissed my palm then down my arm. I suddenly needed him. I pushed at his shoulders. Blade’s face showed his confusion as he rolled over to lie on his back. I straddled him, and his dick quickly got with the program.
“I think I need another ride on the bull,” I said.
“I promise I won’t throw you to the ground like at your bachelorette party,” he teased. Then he hissed as I ground against him.
I unhooked my bra. Blade’s hands ran up my hips and the curve of my waist to cup my tits, playing with the nipples until they were rock hard. My pussy was wet through my panties, and Blade’s cock was quickly growing hard. I leaned over to kiss him.
“I want you,” he murmured against my mouth as he slipped off the boxer briefs.
I slid my panties down and threw them to the floor. I pressed my wet pussy against his cock, sliding along the length. I took his cock in my hand, teasing myself with the tip, rubbing it against my clit, satisfied when Blade cursed and dug his large hands into my ass.
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it onto his cock, my pussy aching and ready for him to be inside me. Then I rose up on my knees and slowly lowered onto him, shivering as he filled me. I rocked slightly, and Blade’s fingers dug into me. I rose and lowered myself back down. Blade tipped his head back and cursed.
“Your cock feels so good,” I moaned as I rode him again. He grabbed my hips as I rose a third time then thrust up into me powerfully. I whimpered as he claimed me.
“I’m supposed to be driving.”
“You’re not driving,” he said in that deep voice. “You’re teasing.”
“I just need a better angle,” I said, sliding off of him and turning around in reverse cowgirl. That position was a little better, because I could grind back on him. I rocked my hips, seeking the friction of his cock in me and against my clit. I squeaked as Blade raised his hips. He grabbed me by the waist and jackhammered up into me.
“Shit!” I chattered as my tits bounced and my teeth clacked.
