best possible way.”
His chuckle was strained. He reached between them and sought out her clit again.
She pulled away from his touch, still tender.
“Trust me,” he said, between grabs for air.
She tried to relax, to ease into his touch, as he drove inside her again and again. Numb discomfort gave way to a new flash of sensation, and sparks danced behind her eyes as he hit the right spot. She slammed into climax, head growing light, everything except the physical fading into the background.
She was intently aware of his cock inside her. The way she clenched around it. The sheen of sweat covering her, cooled by the air. The taste of his kisses, when he crushed his mouth to hers. His grunts as his motions became more punctuated. The jerk of his body when he came, still moving inside her. All of it mingled, as her orgasm hit a peak and then ebbed.
Slowly, her world came back into focus, sharpness muting, to blend with what had fuzzed. He slid out of her, then shifted to lie on his back beside her on the bed and tugged her into him, and she rested her head on his shoulder without resistance.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay there, catching their breath and letting the world tick by. The salt of sweat tingled on her lips. He’d said she could trust him, but that never lasted. It was nice to pretend, though. Would be nice if it continued outside the bedroom. There weren’t a lot of people in her life she could say she trusted, and with stunts like the one George pulled, the list grew smaller every day.
Her brother’s name summoned a new thought. Not a welcome one, in a moment like this, but the edge was gone in the lingering haze of pleasure.
Gwen propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Brad. She was going to do this before she lost her nerve. “Do you want to get engaged?”
“Did you just propose to me?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead, while he studied her face.
“I supposed that’s what we could tell people.” She worried the inside of her lip with her teeth, doubt sinking in. “I mean, not for real, of course. But you need to prove your life is stable, and I need to prove I’m not planning on dying an old spinster.” The way he furrowed his brow wiped away the last of her bravado. “Never mind. I don’t know what I’m saying. Post-coital bliss or something.”
His smile returned, though not full force. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a woman so hard she wanted to marry me.”
“You don’t think , but you might have? Besides, I said engaged .” Gwen tried to keep her tone light. What was she thinking? Bad, bad idea. Straight-out-of-a-stupid-movie kind of bad.
“No, I’m certain that’s never happened before. Yeah, all right. Let’s do it.”
“Wow. That sounded less than enthusiastic.” Though she’d dismissed the idea, and it wouldn’t be more than for show anyway, his reluctance dug deep. She rolled onto her back. “It’s no big deal, really.” And it wasn’t. Whatever ached inside, gnawing at her sensibility, needed to knock it off.
Chapter Eight
There were so many reasons for Brad to tell her no. On the other hand, the idea was brilliant in theory. He had to say so, since he’d started the whole thing when he told Emily they were engaged. But Gwen was real. She didn’t wear a mask for the cameras or pretend to be someone she wasn’t. Or put on a facade for years, in a marriage that made her miserable, the way Emily had.
If he and Gwen went ahead with this plan, at least part of whatever was between them became as fake as the rest of his life.
He also couldn’t ignore how wounded she looked. They’d both know it was pretend—no lies between them—and the benefits would be for them both. He let himself relax, sat, and pulled her up. He traced a finger along her bottom lip, and she let out a gasp. Hearing more of these tiny sounds, seeing her turned on, would be pretty pleasant too.
He took her hand in his and looked her in the
His chuckle was strained. He reached between them and sought out her clit again.
She pulled away from his touch, still tender.
“Trust me,” he said, between grabs for air.
She tried to relax, to ease into his touch, as he drove inside her again and again. Numb discomfort gave way to a new flash of sensation, and sparks danced behind her eyes as he hit the right spot. She slammed into climax, head growing light, everything except the physical fading into the background.
She was intently aware of his cock inside her. The way she clenched around it. The sheen of sweat covering her, cooled by the air. The taste of his kisses, when he crushed his mouth to hers. His grunts as his motions became more punctuated. The jerk of his body when he came, still moving inside her. All of it mingled, as her orgasm hit a peak and then ebbed.
Slowly, her world came back into focus, sharpness muting, to blend with what had fuzzed. He slid out of her, then shifted to lie on his back beside her on the bed and tugged her into him, and she rested her head on his shoulder without resistance.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay there, catching their breath and letting the world tick by. The salt of sweat tingled on her lips. He’d said she could trust him, but that never lasted. It was nice to pretend, though. Would be nice if it continued outside the bedroom. There weren’t a lot of people in her life she could say she trusted, and with stunts like the one George pulled, the list grew smaller every day.
Her brother’s name summoned a new thought. Not a welcome one, in a moment like this, but the edge was gone in the lingering haze of pleasure.
Gwen propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Brad. She was going to do this before she lost her nerve. “Do you want to get engaged?”
“Did you just propose to me?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead, while he studied her face.
“I supposed that’s what we could tell people.” She worried the inside of her lip with her teeth, doubt sinking in. “I mean, not for real, of course. But you need to prove your life is stable, and I need to prove I’m not planning on dying an old spinster.” The way he furrowed his brow wiped away the last of her bravado. “Never mind. I don’t know what I’m saying. Post-coital bliss or something.”
His smile returned, though not full force. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a woman so hard she wanted to marry me.”
“You don’t think , but you might have? Besides, I said engaged .” Gwen tried to keep her tone light. What was she thinking? Bad, bad idea. Straight-out-of-a-stupid-movie kind of bad.
“No, I’m certain that’s never happened before. Yeah, all right. Let’s do it.”
“Wow. That sounded less than enthusiastic.” Though she’d dismissed the idea, and it wouldn’t be more than for show anyway, his reluctance dug deep. She rolled onto her back. “It’s no big deal, really.” And it wasn’t. Whatever ached inside, gnawing at her sensibility, needed to knock it off.
Chapter Eight
There were so many reasons for Brad to tell her no. On the other hand, the idea was brilliant in theory. He had to say so, since he’d started the whole thing when he told Emily they were engaged. But Gwen was real. She didn’t wear a mask for the cameras or pretend to be someone she wasn’t. Or put on a facade for years, in a marriage that made her miserable, the way Emily had.
If he and Gwen went ahead with this plan, at least part of whatever was between them became as fake as the rest of his life.
He also couldn’t ignore how wounded she looked. They’d both know it was pretend—no lies between them—and the benefits would be for them both. He let himself relax, sat, and pulled her up. He traced a finger along her bottom lip, and she let out a gasp. Hearing more of these tiny sounds, seeing her turned on, would be pretty pleasant too.
He took her hand in his and looked her in the
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