His Virgin Bride: A Fake Marriage Romance

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by Kara Hart


  “Here goes nothing,” I whisper to myself.

  The crowd goes absolutely insane. A beautiful excitement surges throughout my body. It carries me across the field. I smash through one lineman and dodge another. I jump over one guy who tries to tackle me from below and spin around the next. It’s a dance. The whole thing is a fucking dance, and I’m killing it out there.

  It’s a long fucking run, but I dive into the end zone, reaching out my arms. My body falls into the clearing and I close my eyes. It’s only by the sound of the roaring crowd, that I know I’ve just scored the winning touchdown. The Portland Black Wings have won the championship. And the crowd goes wild.

  Fiona

  He scores the touch down and I feel my heart nearly burst. Jennifer turns to me and squeals with delight. “He did it! Oh my lord, he did it!”

  I stand there in shock. “He… did it?” I ask, stunned beyond all belief.

  “Your guy did it!” she repeats.

  “My… guy… did it…” I mumble.

  Jackson comes running from across the field. He jumps over the press barrier and nearly tackles me! He hugs me tight, pressing his lips around mine. I kiss him deeply and he picks me up into his arms. “We did it, baby,” he whispers.

  “You did it,” I tell him.

  “Not without you. Everything I do, from here on out, is because of you,” he says.

  He runs with me in his arms, across the field. Soon enough, everyone has picked us up into their arms. We get tossed around in the air as someone hands me the trophy. There’s no time to react. It’s either all smiles or tears, and the other team doesn’t look so hot.

  Landon’s happy, Jackson’s happy, and I’m beyond words. The only thing left is our wedding and, of course, the rest of our future.

  Epilogue: The Wedding

  “I do,” he whispers.

  The birds fly around us. The air is colder and the leaves on the trees have begun to fall. “You may kiss the bride,” the officiate says to Jackson.

  It’s like we’ve been married for months now. We moved in together almost instantly. Jackson sold his mansion the day after the big game for a whopping 3.5 million dollars, and we bought a house, far off into the woods of Astoria, Oregon. Not too far from Portland, but just far enough.

  His lips wrap around mine and I feel choked up. My heart is steady, but there’s something beautiful in the air. This is the man I love. This is the man I’ll be with for the rest of my life.

  The champagne corks fly and the toasts come in quick succession. All it takes is a flash, the cutting of the cake, and a few more drinks before the sun starts setting behind the mountains. We’ve chosen a clearing in the forest for our wedding spot, and it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

  “This will be our spot, forever,” he whispers into my ears as we dance slow together. His hand is in my hand and we both rest our cheeks on each other.

  “Forever? You mean it?” I ask him.

  “Forever. I promise,” he says.

  After the song finishes, he grabs my hand and pulls me aside. “Come with me for a second,” he says.

  We sneak off into the woods, running and giggling together. “Where are you taking me to, Jackson Leeman?” I ask him, laughing.

  “You’ll see!” he says.

  When we get to a cliff, we stop, completely out of breath. The sun is in full glory in this spot, setting down into the canyon. Huge trees dart up from the ground, but in between all the leaves are rays and a light fog. The sun is a reddish hue that looks utterly gorgeous. It’s unbelievable.

  “I want a child together,” he says.

  “You do?” I ask him, biting my lip. “It’s a lot of responsibility.”

  “Shit, everything’s a lot of responsibility. My whole life they’ve been telling me that and it turns out it’s not as hard as it looks. Even if it is, I know I’ll love our baby forever. I just want that with you, so bad.” He kisses my cheek and looks me in the eyes.

  “Me too,” I tell him. There’s a short amount of silence before I whisper something else. “So why aren’t you fucking me right now?”

  “I don’t want to ruin your dress,” he smiles, cocky.

  “Go ahead,” I laugh. “Ruin it. We can always send it to a drycleaner.”

  I reach out and feel his cock. It’s already hard as a fucking rock. I pounce on my new husband. “Well, hello, Mr. Leeman.”

  “Mrs. Leeman,” he whispers back, kissing me.

  He lifts my dress up, over my waist and enters me. I’m about as wet as I could possibly be. He feels around my garter, up to my waist, and pulls me in closer. He pushes in deep and slow, our breaths controlled but on the verge of being erratic and wild. In the distance, some bushes rustle but nothing bothers us right now. We’re in our own personal heaven.

  I ride him slow and deep, kissing him in between every gyration from my hips. “I’m going to cum,” he whispers, grabbing at my dress. Leaves and bits of soil stick to us like Velcro.

  “Me too,” I moan.

  He cums inside of me and I feel my legs give way. My stomach shakes and my chest feels clammy and tight. I lose myself with him, screaming in the forest. It echoes off the branches. He covers my mouth and starts laughing. “Shh,” he whispers.

  We lay with each other, under the giants of the forest. As the trees stare down at us, I feel blessed. I feel like everything has been made for this one moment. It’s not real.

  “I love you, Fiona Breckinridge,” he whispers, playing with my hair.

  “That’s not my name anymore,” I smile.

  “It’ll always be your name to me,” he says. “I’ll always remember you as the girl I almost lost forever. I’m just so damn grateful I get you now.”

  Tears form in both our eyes, but they’re tears of joy. We’ve spent most of our lives running from our problems, hiding in our work and passions. When we finally decided to stop running, we found each other again. It was that simple and yet, that complicated.

  When Jackson holds me, I know that everything will go according to plan. I know it’s probably going to be a little crazy, but so be it. That’s how I like it anyway. What’s life without a little adventure? Lucky for me, I have my wide receiver, ready for anything that comes our way.

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