My Fake Husband by Black, L. (lightest ebook reader .TXT) 📗

argument fueled the kiss. Nipping and sucking at my lips, she drove me wild. I got the truck open and pulled her into my lap. She rose up on her knees, straddling me. We never broke the kiss. Not while I reached up inside her shirt and palmed her breast, not when she unzipped my pants, her breath broken in a high-pitched whine from the havoc of my fingers between her legs.

The last headlights had left the parking lot, leaving us alone there in the dark, deserted space lit by only the hazy bluish glow of the streetlamp outside. I tucked her close to me, my arm low around her hips, her jeans thrown somewhere into the floor. “Please, please,” she said into my mouth. That was all I needed. In seconds, I was inside of her, tight and hot. I tipped my head back against the headrest, riding the sensation of tunneling into her sleek grip. She rose up and covered my mouth with hers again, and I drove my hips upward, unwilling to let her slide up my length when I could bury myself inside her tight passage and groan as I pounded into her. The cab of the truck grew humid with sweat and sex and heavy breathing. Hot and breathless, we ground against each other. She rode me, the wild arch of her body curving back and rocking down on me until we came together in a blinding explosion of hot, wet pleasure.

When she drooped against my chest, I tucked her head under my chin, smoothed her sweaty, tangled hair. “I love taking you to the library,” I said.

“Yeah, who knew your mom’s book club could be so exciting,” she teased, her arms going around me and hugging me.

“I love being with you like this,” I said. “This is maybe the best night of my life.”

“It’s only eight o’clock,” she said. “We can do better than this. And hey, since when is the night we got married not the best night of your life?” she teased me.

“All I got to do was unzip your damn dress,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Now, are you gonna climb off my lap or we gonna do this all over again?”

“Let’s do it again,” she said, nuzzling my neck, grinning smugly against my jaw as she felt me grow hard against her.

“I will if you will,” I said. “Take off your shirt.”

“I can’t. We’re in the truck. Someone could see,” she said.

“You’re shy now? We’re fucking in a parking lot like teenagers,” I laughed.

Just then, there was a tap on the window and a flashlight beam in our faces. Trixie shrieked and buried her face in my chest. I rolled down the window.

“Brody, what the hell?” I demanded as my best friend glared his police-issue flashlight at us.

“Just trying to preserve the peace in our wholesome little town, Damon,” he said flatly. “So take your wife home. My mother-in-law—you know, your mom—called me to see if I’d find out if you’d been in an accident since she tried to call you after she got home from book club and the call went through but all she heard was someone moaning.”

I laughed. “Jesus. Thanks a lot to my mom,” I said. “What a narc. And you couldn’t just say, Mrs. Vance, your son is a grown man and I’m sure he will call when he has time?”

“And miss out on all the fun? Come on. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to embarrass the shit out of my best friend,” he said. “Now zip your fly and take your wife home. You’re too old for this kind of crap.”

He was trying not to laugh. I was outright laughing, and Trixie had her head buried in my chest still. “Baby, it’s fine. It’s just Brody. And he knows if it shows up on the police blotter that I’ll pants him at his child’s christening. So we’re fine.”

“Seriously, Trixie, I was just giving Damon hell. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Some people are exhibitionists,” he said. “There’s no shame in it.” He snickered.

“Don’t give her any shit, bro,” I said. “You made your point. We’ll go home. Tell no one. Not even my sister.”

“I have to tell Laura. I can’t miss the opportunity to tell her that her big brother was defiling the library parking lot with his blushing bride.”

When he drove off, I put my arms around her and held her. “Trix, I’m sorry about that. I know we embarrassed you. He and I have a shitty sense of humor—my whole family does, in fact. I won’t expose you to that again. Are you okay?”

She peeked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “One more time before we go home?” she said, grinning.

“You little minx!” I laughed. “You were loving that. Him catching us and giving me shit. I felt terrible, like I should have protected you. I felt like an animal taking advantage of you in a public place—”

“So do it again,” she said. “I dare you.”

I captured her mouth, my hand roaming under her shirt and plucking at her nipples. Soon I guided her hips, thrusting my cock into her fierce and deep. I was claiming her, and it felt incredible. Fiery ropes of pleasure snaked up my legs and my abs clenched, my arms flexed and gripped her hard. I nibbled her bottom lip, licked the corner of her mouth, brought cries of pleasure from her with my fingers before I drove into her with a burst of frantic thrusts and shot out into her, bucking my hips as her hands gripped my hair, my face buried in her chest, sucking her nipple through her shirt as I came. She rocked her hips against me a few times, giving me a tremor of residual ecstasy. I kissed her full on the lips, captured her in my arms.

“You’re mine,” I said. “All mine.”

“Take me home,” she said. “I don’t want to have to find my