Fake Love (For Now) by Penny Wylder (great novels .txt) 📗

My breath is short, and I manage to catch enough of it to look up at him and ask. “How is this going to help?”

Hudson laughs softly in my ear. He knows that it makes me shiver when he does that and never misses an opportunity. “I know my wife well enough to know that you’re calmer when my hands are on you. When I touch you. So my plan was to make sure that you’re well fucked so your head is entirely clear for the test. That’s still my plan.”

I shudder. He’s not wrong. I’m never more focused or clearer than when I’m tangled in his arms. “Here? Now?”

“Could have been at home,” he smirks.

I wore a dress today. My thought was simply to be more comfortable. But it only works in Hudson’s favor as he draws the skirt up my legs and slips his hand between them. He barely has to touch me for me to grow wet. Because I always want him, and my body has sense memory from his hands, lips, fingers, and cock. The minute he puts his hands on me, I need him.

“You’re going to have to be quiet here,” he whispers.

“Quiet? With you?” I laugh. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”

Hudson rubs a finger around my clit, drawing a soft moan from me before he reaches under my skirt with his other hand and tears my thong in two. He puts it in his pocket. “You won’t be needing that.”

“Oh my God.”

It only takes him seconds to free himself from his pants, lift me off the ground, and thrust into me. We left condoms long behind when we got married, so every time he pushes into me I feel his brutal friction. I’ve never quite gotten used to his size, and I don’t care because he’s mine. And every time he fucks me, I get to feel that perfect, complete fullness.

The other thing that’s happened since we got married is that I’ve completely lost the ability to be quiet when he fucks me. Even now as he thrusts himself deep into me, I have to bite my lip to the point of pain to keep silent. He doesn’t care. There’s ravenous lust on his face, hips working steadily as he holds me against the wall.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I manage.

“We’ve fucked in public before.”

He drives himself deep and I gasp. “Having sex in the woods with no one around is not the same as fucking in public and you know it.”

Hudson kisses me hard, teasing me with his tongue in the same rhythm as his hips. He knows that I love it. My husband is a study in the art of what gives me pleasure. He never forgets a spot or a move that makes me moan, and he’s using all of them right now, grinding himself into my clit over and over again so bursts of heat rise in my core.

Everything in my mind is falling away. The anxiety and worry attached to this test and possibility that I’ll walk out devastated again. The fact that the next few hours will decide what I do with my future. All of it seems insignificant here in this moment with him.

My eyes fall closed, and I surrender to the feeling of Hudson plunging into me and the sweet golden light that’s spreading through me. I’m lit up by stars. Drenched in honey. And it feels so fucking good.

But at the same time, I’m still painfully aware that we’re outside in the morning sun and that even though we’re around the back of the building, someone could find us. It’s terrifying and exhilarating.

I open my eyes to look at Hudson, and he’s completely focused on me. His hands tilt my hips so he slides just a fraction deeper, suddenly hitting that place that sets me on fire. “Oh, fuck.”

One of his hands releases me, coming up to seal over my mouth. His eyes are filled with amusement, but he doesn’t let go. “Scream all you like now.”

I moan into his hand, the stifled sounds just making me hotter. He’s never tried to keep me quiet before—Hudson loves the sound of me screaming his name. But this…him keeping me quiet while he fucks me with the same intensity, and just knowing that I’ll be moaning into his skin. It’s so fucking sexy.

My back scrapes against the rough brick of the wall behind me, and I let everything fall away. Hudson fucks me harder, and the moans I release into his hand are more desperate. I’m so fucking glad that no one can hear us, and at the same time I don’t think I would care if someone did. It’s that good. That sharp. I’m so close.

Pinning me to the wall with nothing but his cock, Hudson uses his free hand to slip between us and pinch my clit. Roll it. Tease it so it adds the icing on the pleasure of his fucking, and it sends me over.

I’m shaking. Trying not to scream into his hand and failing completely. I dig my fingers into his shirt and hold on for dear life, writhing on his cock as the orgasm tears through me and leaves me spent, mindless, and blank.

My husband groans, thrusting deep and hard, coming only seconds after me and filling me with impossible heat. He lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing me there, dragging his mouth across my skin and leaving a shuddering trail of fire.

We cling to each other, both catching our breath before he lowers me to the ground, but not letting me move away from the wall. He accomplished what he wanted. There’s nothing in my brain but the feeling and the taste of him. I no longer have any energy to be anxious about the test.

Sliding my hands up around his neck, I lay my head on his chest. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” His voice is a low rumble. “Now go kick ass, and