How to Marry Your Frenemy (How To Rom Com Series Book 1)

by London Casey

  And Callie took it all…

  I gritted my teeth and looked down at my pants.

  I told my cock to take a breather.

  I needed food before the fucking began again.

  “You know, you’re the one who showed up here,” Callie said.

  I turned on the two burners on the stove and laid out the bacon first.

  I looked over my shoulder. “Really?”

  Callie shrugged her shoulders. Wearing nothing but one of her own t-shirts and purple panties. The same ones from last night.

  She looked fucking hot.

  Way too sexy for her own good.

  “If we’re asking questions about last night then… and why I showed up here…”

  Callie pointed at me. “No. I’m not talking about it.”

  Just tell me why you were crying, sweetie.

  “But we should talk,” Callie said.

  The bacon started to crackle and I set my sights on the eggs next.

  “Scrambled good?” I called out.

  “Scrambled is fine,” she said. “Did you hear me, Jackson?”

  “I heard,” I said. “You’re going to ruin what happened.”

  “How am I going to do that?” Callie asked.

  I found a bowl and started cracking the eggs.

  “Simple,” I said. “You’re already overthinking it. We know what it was.”

  “And what was it?” Callie asked.

  I opened a drawer and got a fork and went to town smashing up the yolks.

  I looked at her. “I haven’t slept with anyone since I married you. I know you haven’t either. We’ve been faithful to each other. Which is good. That’s part of this marriage. But we have needs, Callie. Don’t we?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “But what happened-”

  “Was two people taking care of their needs,” I said. “If you were any wetter the downstairs apartment would have a leak.”

  “Don’t talk like that,” she said. “That’s just… weird.”

  “It’s the truth,” I said.

  The bacon was in full swing, cooking.

  I poured the eggs into the pan and found a spatula.

  Callie was silent as I cooked the eggs and flipped the bacon.

  She sipped her coffee and was lost in thought.

  I finished making breakfast and got two plates.

  She casually walked to her small bistro table set near the window.

  I carried the plates to the table, taking note of the way she sat on the chair. With her legs fully exposed. Her right leg bent, tucked under her left leg. The line of the panties and the way it hugged her skin…

  I put the plates down and grabbed her coffee mug to refill it.

  When I returned to the table with her coffee and mine, she smiled at me.

  “This is kind of nice,” she said. “I don’t think anyone has ever cooked breakfast for me before.”

  “Ever?” I asked.

  “Well, you did that night after we got married. But, you know, this is kind of different…”

  “Because I was inside you twenty minutes ago?” I asked with a grin.

  Callie rolled her eyes. “Sure, Jackson.”

  “Hey. I don’t get what the problem is here.”

  “We need to know what this is.”

  “We already do. We’re married. For a reason. We both have needs. We live next to each other. I mean… next time… I’ll leave after I’m done. If that’s what you want.”

  “And you think there’s going to be a next time?” Callie asked.

  “Why wouldn’t there be?” I asked. “We fuck great together, sweetie. Your body is meant for mine. I mean, fuck, the way you move your hips when-”

  “Okay, I don’t need a recap,” Callie said. She shut her eyes and blushed. “I just… this is crazy.”

  I laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” Callie asked.

  “I love this about you, Callie. This is the crazy part? Two people fucking? Think about it. We’re married.” I held up my left hand to show her my ring. “We got married for money. But the crazy part to you is that we had sex.”

  “Shut up,” she said.

  We both ate our breakfast and she went back to thinking.

  “Tell you what,” I said. “I’ll clean up breakfast and disappear. We go back to normal. And if the moment arises again, we talk about it. I don’t know what else to say here. I enjoyed myself.”

  “I did too,” she said. “I don’t regret it. I’m just trying to figure it out.”

  “Maybe try not to figure everything out so much,” I said as I stood up. “Just let things be. Let things happen.”

  I grabbed her plate off the table and walked both of our plates to the sink.

  I rinsed the plates off and put them in the dishwasher.

  Callie brought me her coffee cup.

  “Want more coffee?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. “I’m going to go grab a shower.”

  “Enjoy,” I said.

  She walked away and I slowly turned my head, watching her ass. The t-shirt covered nothing. Which was a beautiful thing. It was now my favorite t-shirt in the world.

  Her ass just had a way of…

  I gritted my teeth.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Jackson?” Callie asked.

  She stopped and looked back.

  “What?” I asked. “If you’re going to walk about half naked, I’m going to stare.”

  “Not that,” she said.

  “Then what?” I asked.

  She smiled. “I just said I was taking a shower…”

  “And?” I asked.

  Callie sighed. “Are you going to fucking join me or not?”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Callie

  Jackson’s big, strong hands moved over my breasts, covering my nipples with soft suds from my flowery soap. He moved his hands down to my stomach and pulled me against him. My back against his front, his thick cock sandwiched between our bodies.

  That damn thing was climbing up my back, like a snake.

  And it made me shiver just the same.

  I put my head back and let the water rush over my body.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and we kissed as the soap rinsed off my body.

  I had to admit it to myself that I never before in my life had a man wash my body. And I actually didn’t mind it all that much. Telling Jackson where to touch me and how hard and soft I wanted it.

  Of course, he took his own liberties… such as washing my breasts for the fourth time in five minutes.

  Or that before the soap was even brought up, his fingertips touched between my legs, tempting me into coming again, which I did not.

  That one I held back on purpose.

  Last thing I needed was Jackson thinking he was the master of my body and pleasure.

  That would never happen.

  I would come when I was ready to come. And if that required him touching, tasting, or fucking, then I would be the one to allow it.

  Even this morning… did he think I was stupid?

  I felt him staring at me. Tickling my face. Wanting me to turn around.

  I know what my body looked like and I knew what my body could do.

  He may have been the one fucking me in bed, but I was the one throwing my ass back at him, knowing how to move my hips and demand his beautiful cock spill its warm mess inside me.

  This wasn’t a one player game… this was two players.

  Strange enough, Jackson and I wanted the same thing. We wanted to feel pleasure. We wanted to come. And we wanted to take over the company.

  Even when his fingers inched their way back down to my pussy, I had thoughts about work.

  That was just me.

  And I knew he was thinking the same.

  His fingertips pulled at my soft skin, exposing my awakened clit.

  I looked down at her and smiled.

  Don’t say I don’t take care of you. I’m letting fucking Jackso
n touch you… that’s true love, my dear clit.

  He made small circles and my knees bent.

  I felt his cock throb against my back and I stepped away from him.

  I turned around and looked up at him.

  “What?” he asked in that cocky voice.

  “My turn to make you scream,” I said. “Be ready, asshole.”

  “I love when you talk like that to me,” he said.

  “I bet you do,” I whispered.

  My right hand grazed the hard skin of his cock as I lowered down to my knees.

  The shower water hit the top of my head and gave the effect that I was outside in the rain.

  That was fine with me.

  I had work to do.

  And the water would only serve to help me.

  I gripped his cock at his thick root and kissed the tip of his head.

  He let out a growl that shook the entire bathroom.

  Just wait, Jackson…

  I opened my mouth and greeted him with a slow moan and an even slower motion as I took his cock into my mouth.

  I didn’t fuck around either.

  I kept going.

  Inch by inch.

  When I reached the spot where most women had no choice but to stop, I paused for a second. I took a breath, shut my eyes and kept going.

  Jackson’s hand slapped against the tile and I groaned again, knowing I had him.

  “Fuck, Callie,” he hissed. “You’re going to make me… ah….”

  My lips touched my fingers at his root.

  I made a gentle pumping motion with my hand and slowly reversed back, feeling every steel-like inch of cock exit my mouth.

  When my mouth popped free, I looked at him.

  The water pelted my face and I really couldn’t keep my eyes open that great, but whatever.

  My hand stroked him, just once, letting him know that was the warning.

  When my mouth touched his cock again, it wasn’t coming off until he was done.

  A good wife knew how to care for her husband, right?

  I shut my eyes and felt him pulsing in my mouth.

  His hand touched the back of my head, holding me in place, even though I didn’t need the direction.

  I swallowed all Jackson had to offer and just for good measure, I eased up and down him a few more times.

  Then I slowly stood up and kissed his chest.

  Jackson just stood there frozen, taking deep breaths.

  I placed my hand over his heart and smiled.

  “I never realized that you actually had a beating heart,” I said. “Go figure.”

  I started turning and he grabbed my hips to keep me facing him.

  “That’s your fault my heart beats like that, sweetie,” he growled.

  “I know. Tell me that wasn’t the best head you ever had,” I dared him.

  His nostrils flared.

  I leaned forward and kissed his chest one more time.

  Then I stepped out of the shower with grace.

  Knowing his eyes were going to devour my body as I left the curtain open, I grabbed a towel.

  I slowly and seductively dried my body.

  I turned and rubbed the soft cloth under my breasts, lifting them and letting them go, over and over. They were drier than a desert, but each time I touched myself, Jackson’s cock pulsed and did a little jump.

  I finally closed the curtain and hurried out of the bathroom.

  When I got to my bedroom, I sat down on the corner of the bed.

  I took a well-earned deep breath.

  I licked my lips.

  It was just about sex now.

  Sex came with the marriage. And the marriage was going to get me the bonus I needed. Like Jackson told me, this was a win-win. We both had needs. He Maybe/Better He IS sexy sexy. His cock was legendary. He knew how to fuck.

  What more did I need for the moment?

  “Nothing,” I said.

  I stood and dropped my towel to the floor.

  By the time Jackson got out of the shower, I was fully dressed for work.

  He stood in the doorway to the bedroom in a towel.

  “Hey,” he said. “I meant to ask. What’s the deal with your mother?”

  “What?”

  “She came over before, right? You and her had to talk. Everything okay? Because it seemed that afterwards… you were upset…”

  “Let it go,” I said.

  “You don’t want to get to know each other at all?”

  I froze in place. “Get to know each other? What about? You saw my mother. You can make your assumptions. She’s way out there, Jackson. That’s good for her. I help her.”

  “Financially,” he said. “I remember from the strip club what you said.”

  “Forget about it,” I said. “What about you? Tell me about your friends.”

  “Sure,” he said. “Liam is engaged to Miranda. I hate her. I think we all hate her. I think he’s just engaged for show. Cole runs his own business. He’s finally the boss he’s always wanted to be. And Lincoln… he’s just Lincoln. They’re my oldest friends. I have plenty of others too if you want to hear about them.”

  “And your parents… well…”

  “You know that part, Callie,” he said.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… so it was just your father. And then Vince.”

  Jackson nodded. “And for you it was just your mother?”

  “That’s right,” I said. “No big deal, right?”

  “None at all,” Jackson said.

  “So, uh, are you going to work like that?”

  Jackson looked down at himself. “Why not? Does it work for you?”

  I smiled. “Sure. Just make sure you bring the towel back.”

  “Better yet…”

  Jackson took the towel off and threw it at me.

  I gasped and then groaned at the sight of his cock.

  No man’s cock should ever look as good as his did when it wasn’t hard.

  “I’ll see you at the office,” he said.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “I have to get dressed.”

  “You’re naked.”

  Jackson just smirked.

  He grabbed his clothes off the floor and walked out of my apartment butt naked.

  The door shut and I leaned against my bedroom doorway, putting my head against it..

  Then I bit my lip.

  I sat behind my desk, unable to work.

  I kept the blinds closed and just stayed to myself.

  There was a lot on my desk.

  Mom’s books. Mom’s taxes.

  Then my normal work stuff.

  I had three sets of financial records to scour through to look for any holes or bullshit accounting, just to make sure these companies were legit and able to stand on their own.

  I had time for that.

  What I didn’t have time for was Jackson to be running through my head.

  Misha knocked on the door and came into the office with coffee.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Saw the blinds shut,” she said. “You must be working like crazy.”

  “Hardly,” I said.

  “Well, just so you know, I heard Vince talking on the phone earlier,” Misha said. “Blabbing on about the open spot. He’s not sure who he wants. He did say that Jackson is the easiest choice and he’s fine with that.”

  “Of course he is,” I said.

  “You know you’re amazing here no matter what happens, right?”

  I looked at Misha. “I don’t want to hear that shit. I don’t want the second place ribbon or the participation trophy.”

  “You have a good career,” Misha said. “Even beyond this company.”

  “What are you getting at?” I asked. “Do you think I should quit?”

  “No. It’s just… you’re married. For money. You’re trying to prove a point.”

  “Well, if you must know, that point is blowing up in my face.”

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sp; “Oh?” Misha asked.

  I lifted the coffee off the desk and looked at the closed blinds.

  I didn’t want to physically see Jackson at the moment.

  Even though each time I blinked I saw him.

  Sometimes dressed. Sometimes naked. Sometimes cooking breakfast. Sometimes looking down at me while I sucked his-

  “We went too far,” I said.

  “Oh, shit,” Misha said. “You two screwed each other. I knew I sensed something different about you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Happiness,” Misha said.

  “Yeah, that’s really funny,” I said.

  “I think it’s great,” Misha said. “You both need it. Who cares?”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said. “Who cares? It’s just sex. Really good sex. You think passion is good, throw in a little hate and… whew…”

  “As long as you don’t fall for him, it doesn’t matter,” Misha said.

  I laughed. “Yeah, like that’ll ever happen.”

  I looked down at my desk and swallowed hard.

  That will NEVER happen.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Jackson

  “You slept with her.”

  I dropped the weights to the floor.

  They hit with a loud enough thud that everyone in the gym looked at me. Even the people listening to music looked at me.

  I gave them all a wave which was a kind way of saying mind your own business.

  Liam crossed his arms and leaned against the stone wall.

  He had a grin on his face that was worthy of a punch.

  “What did I miss?” Cole asked as he threw a towel over his shoulder.

  “Where’s Lincoln and the other guys?” Liam asked.

  “Don’t,” I said.

  “What?” Liam asked. “This is huge news.”

  “What is?” Cole asked.

  “Jackson finally fucked his wife,” Liam said.

  I gritted my teeth.

  I stepped toward him and Cole moved between us.

  He let out a small whistle and looked at me with the same grin as Liam.

  “Is that true?” Cole asked.

  “Why does it matter?” I asked.

  “Look at his face,” Liam said. “He’s got sex written all over it. Worse yet, he’s got great sex written there. And he’s barely worked out. She drained him. She must have been working him all night…”