"If only I had a hot date tonight," I joke to the pedicurist.
"Aren't you married to that guy?"
My jaw drops. I'm one whole city over, and still people ask me about Hunter. "You know too?" I ask, exasperated.
She smiles, wrapping up the pedicure. "You're the one with the new bagel shop in Maple Ridge, right? You're practically a minor celebrity. And I've seen pictures of your husband. He's hot as hell."
I blush. "Thanks."
"I'd wear heels every night if I were married to a man like that. Fuck-me heels."
I laugh. "Inappropriate."
But I can't lie, I like the mental image.
Good thing my nail polish won't harden until tomorrow. That way there can be no temptation to put on fuck-me heels.
"So good of you to join me," says Hunter from behind the counter as I enter the shop.
I can't help grinning at the sight. Hunter Thorne, ripped Navy SEAL, is running the shop all by himself. Fresh trays of bagels for the evening rush sit on the counter, their swirls running into one another, forming a rainbow mass of deliciousness. Hunter's apron has streaks of rainbow cream cheese running across it, and his normally slick hair falls to the side, tousled. Like he's a stud who's been working hard all day.
"Well, look at you," I say with a smile.
"Damn, woman," says Hunter, brushing his hair off his forehead. "That better have been a damn good pedicure, because I've been busting my balls all afternoon to operate your business."
"Oh, so now it's my business?" I say, taking my purse off my shoulder. I duck under the counter and chuck it in the cubby that holds our personal stuff. "Let's see if you did this right."
I grab a bagel from the nearest tray, pull it apart, and stuff a piece into my mouth.
It tastes good. Not like a huge pile of chemicals like I was worried about. Damn. Hunter's getting good at this. I don't know what I'm going to do when he's gone. Jason makes a good addition to the team, but he's still just a kid.
"Okay," I say. "I guess you did okay."
Hunter smirks, pulling his apron over his head. His t-shirt accidentally lifts up in the process, and I get a glimpse at his smooth, hard abs. "I did more than okay."
"So confident."
"You owe me."
"Oh, really?" I say. "And what do I owe you?"
He gets a glint in his eyes. "A blowjob would make up for it."
Butterflies dance in my stomach. I know I should be horrified at how blunt he is, especially after I've told him in no uncertain terms that I'm not interested.
But I am. I am fucking interested. I want to get to know his body again, to see every detail of how it's changed after all these years. I want to feel his hard cock in my fist again, to feel how it stretches out my lips when I put it in my mouth. I want all of that.
He grins at me, thinking he's getting under my skin, but I'm going to show him I can give shit right back to him.
"So a fake wife gives a fake blowjob to her fake husband, right?"
His grin becomes a little more tentative, and he casts a sideways glance at the one table of customers sitting by the window. He lowers his voice. "I, uh…"
"You just expect me to drop down on my knees for my fake husband?" I think I see a bulge growing in his pants.
He leans in and speaks under his breath, like a growl. "I expect to shove you down to your knees by that ponytail, and I expect you to take what I have to give you."
A fresh wave of sexual possibility zips through my body, and my thighs involuntarily tighten with excitement. "And you expect this to happen right here and now?"
Hunter jerks his thumb toward the back. "Not in front of customers, right?" He grabs my hand and pulls me around the corner with him, into the kitchen and out of sight of the customers. I warily eye the unlocked back door. It's Jason's day off, but he's made a habit of popping in unannounced. I normally love an employee with initiative, but right now I hope he's at home playing video games in his underwear.
Hunter shoves me up against the white brick wall, pressing his hard, muscled body against me. He pins me down, putting a hand on either side of my head against the wall, and he gazes into my eyes. I could get lost in his stare. In fact, I think I'm already lost in it.
"Okay," I say breathlessly, "I guess I'll do my womanly duty. You earned it."
Hunter cocks his head. "This isn't a transaction. Do it because you fucking need it more than anything."
I draw in a sharp breath. I feel like I have to remind myself to consciously breathe, and if I forget to remind myself, I might just stop breathing altogether. I squirm against his powerful arms, but he moves them in tighter, preventing me from moving. I feel like a piece of property, a fuck toy, and I like it. I haven't felt this way in years.
"I want it," I whisper. "I want to suck your cock on my knees."
He leans in against my ear, and I feel his scruffy cheek brush against me. My core throbs with desire as his chiseled body eclipses mine. "Put those hot little lips on my cock," he says. "Suck your husband's cock in your restaurant."
I drop to my knees on the dirty kitchen floor, my mind racing a million miles an hour. I know this is a mistake, and I don't know what's wrong with me for wanting to give myself to him, but I don't care. I want this right now.
I tug his brass zipper down with a jerk and I slide my thumb into his jeans. I run it up and down the length of the zipper, stroking his hard cock through his boxers. He lets out a quiet groan, and I hope the sound doesn't make it around the corner to the dining area. If word gets out that Tess Cassidy sucks her husband's cock in the kitchen of the Rainbow Café, there will be no more business at all. And the health inspector… I can't even think about that right now.
I work my hand all the way through the hole in his boxers and make skin-to-skin contact with him for the first time. The surface of his cock feels smooth as silk in my hands, but underneath the surface it's hard as hell. Just like I remember. He cups his fingers under my chin and tilts my head up as I thumb the underside of his cock, and he grins down at me. "Put it in your fucking mouth," he commands.
I wrap my fingers all the way around his shaft, almost too big for my tiny hand. I pull it out of his pants, marveling at how big and thick it is. A drop of pre-cum glistens on the tip of his cock. I place the tip of my tongue at the base of his shaft and draw it slowly toward the tip, until I lap the clear fluid off of him. My whole body aches with a need that I didn't know I possessed anymore.
He strokes his thumb against my cheek, encouraging me. I feel like such a fucking dirty slut here on the floor of my restaurant with a cock in my hand, but I wouldn't change a thing about it.
I dip my head down, plunging his cock into my mouth, twisting my hand over his shaft. He groans in pleasure as I work him. His heat radiates through my mouth and I feel my cheeks burn red. I fucking love it, but I ache with need.
"Touch yourself," he says. It takes me aback. I've never done something like that before. But I try not to overthink it. Instead, I slip my free hand down my pants and into my panties. My sex is hot and wet, and I run a finger along my wetness before moving it onto my clit. I lick, suck, and jerk Hunter with my mouth and my left hand as I touch myself with my right hand.
"Fuck, girl," he grunts under his breath. "You're the fucking best there is. Fuck, I missed this."
I want more. His cock tastes so good in my mouth, but I want more. I want him to strip me naked, to lay me out for him on the counter. I want him to fuck my pussy, to make me filthy in this kitchen. But it's all too much at once, and I'm scared to ask for it.
"Tess," Hunter groans, "I'm so fucking close, babe."
I let out a sigh of approval, and I take my hand out of my pants so I can work him with two hands at once. My clit throbs in protest. When I get home tonight, I'm going to have the most epic session with my vibrator that the world has ever seen.
Looking up at Hunter, I nod. I take my lips off his cock just long enough to encourage him. "Go on," I say. "Fucking d
o it." Then I plunge his cock back in my mouth.
He holds my ponytail tight in his hands, but the pain excites me. He thrusts his hips forward and I love every detail of his instincts. "I'm fucking coming," he says.
He explodes in my mouth, giving me everything he has to offer. I love the way his cock pulses in my mouth, and I love the warmth that zips from my throat down my spine. I close my eyes and swallow him, squeezing his cock as tight as I can to milk him completely dry.
When he finishes, I clean the tip of his cock with my tongue, and sit back on my knees, breathing heavily. He reaches down and pulls me up to him, and I lose myself again in his gorgeous eyes.
I lean my head against his shoulder, and I feel like I'm melting into him. I'm feeling way too many emotions right now for a casual hook-up between a fake husband and a fake wife.
Fuck. This is getting very complicated.
14
Hunter
I breathe hard. Tess snuggles her head into my shoulder and I put an arm around her. It feels fucking strange. I'm not used to getting all touchy-feely with women after they blow me. But this brought back all kinds of memories I thought were long gone.
Ever since I ran into Tess at the Red Lion, I've been trying to get my cock wet. But I never seriously thought that a simple fucking blowjob would come with so many feelings.
Once I realize what I'm fucking doing, I take my hand off her. I zip up my cock in my pants again, and I try to suppress the part of me that says to pull her in close, to treat her right, and to kiss those lips even though they were just on my cock. Instead, I conjure up the part of me that says to blow this all off, to put it in its own separate compartment where it can stay so I don't have to fucking think about it.
"How was that?" asks Tess, looking up into my eyes. Her face practically sparkles, and I fucking like that she glows just from sucking my cock. I can't deny that the girl makes me feel like a fucking god.
I force a grin. "It was good, but I'm gonna need to try it out again to be sure."
She holds back a laugh and lightly slaps me on the shoulder. Her Ms. Tough Girl shit-giving attitude is gone now that she got on her knees for me. "What if it's one-time only?"
"We're married," I remind her with a wink. "You're on the hook, wife."
"Oh really?"
I'm getting hard again. I place her hand on my once-again hardening cock. She palms it through the denim.
"You want me to blow you again?"
I lean in close. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
She nearly gasps. "In here, right now?"
In answer, I shove her against the counter and turn her around so her ass presses against me. She grinds against me, and our instincts take over.
I yank her jeans down, and my cock hardens into pure fucking iron at the sight of her gorgeous, feminine bare ass pressing into me. I free my cock again, and slide it down her skin, searching for her opening.
Then I find it, and I slip inside her, my hands finding her breasts.
"Holy fucking shit," she gasps, as I pump in and out of her. "Oh my fucking god."
I pound into her with a primal need. She feels better than I ever remembered, better than I imagined in my wildest fantasies.
She reaches around, pulling my ass into her, forcing me to go deeper. We knock some pots and pans off the counter, and they clang to the ground.
"The customers," she breathes. I clasp a hand over her mouth. I shush her. "Don't fucking think about anything except my cock right now."
She pushes into me, and my hands explore her body. Her stomach, her breasts beneath her shirt. Everything I haven't been able to keep my eyes off since I first saw her.
"God, Hunter," she breathes. "You feel so fucking good."
"Tell me how bad you want me," I say.
"So bad," she says, gasping. "I'm so close."
I thrust into her as deep as I can go, and we explode together. I shoot stream after stream of cum into her, and I don't stop until I'm completely spent.
When I finally pull out, she yanks her jeans up and spins around to face me, a guilty expression on her face. "I cannot believe that just happened."
I zip up my jeans and catch my breath. "Oh, but it did."
She grins, and I feel like she wants me to kiss her. I want to kiss her too. But I don't want to accept what it'd mean if I do. It's going to be hard to have more fun with Tess without also having even more feelings than I already am.
Just then, the bell on the counter dings. There must be a customer at the counter. "Barely in time," I say with a smirk.
Tess hurriedly re-ties her apron behind her back and sneaks out from where I have her pinned against the counter. "And imagine what they'd say if they knew this is all fake," she says.
I watch her as she turns the corner, and I already feel my cock hardening yet again in my pants. Yeah, she may not have the exact same body she had at 18, but the truth is, I don't give a fuck. Not at all. She's still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and she's my wife. My fake wife, with benefits, at last.
At least for a little while longer.
That night, we unwind at Tess's apartment with a six pack of beers. She's gotten it cleaned up in the last couple weeks. She threw out all of her old soap- and candle-making supplies, and the place looks like an actual home now instead of a damn warehouse.
She even bought a new leather couch from Costco, and we sit side-by-side on it, sipping our beers. She wears a thin, see-through white t-shirt. I can make out the outlines of her bra through it, and I have to consciously restrain myself from reaching over and cupping them through her shirt. She looks so damn good I can barely help myself.
I can't stop thinking about what happened earlier. And neither can she, from the sound of it.
"You know, you don't have to sleep on the floor if you don't want to," she says, thumbing the lip of her bottle. She glances at me and catches my eye. "It doesn't look very comfortable."
Every night we come home from the shop, we've both been exhausted as hell and we always follow the same pattern. She goes down the hall to her bedroom and clicks the door shut, and I pass out on the sleeping bag I've got set up in the living room. Neither one of us has proposed a change, until now.
Shit. I don't have the fucking willpower to turn down a chance to sleep with her in her own bed, even if I know I shouldn't let her in any further. As much as I try to deny it to myself, I know I'm in way, way over my head already. I'm way more attached to her than I should be.
"You're saying you want to sleep with me?"
She blushes and drops her gaze to the beer bottle she holds upright in her lap. "I guess I am."
"Are there rules and limitations attached to this offer?"
She looks back up at me, her eyes shy. "I don't know. Just… don't hurt me."
Fuck. Now that she's offering me what I've wanted all along, I don't know if I should take it. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt her no matter what I do at this point. "You realize I'm leaving. Soon." It's just about two weeks until the terms of the contract are fulfilled.
"Yeah," she says softly. "So when are you thinking?"
This is another topic we've managed to avoid so far. With the way things are going at the shop, I haven't had the heart to tell her that I have a firm date in mind. But she wants honesty now, so I'll give it to her. Least I can fucking do after what happened today.
"Day after the contract ends," I say. "I've already stayed too long. I've got to be on my way then. I've got a country to ride across, and a whole life ahead of me once I get to Alaska. And now you've got the restaurant you always wanted."
She takes a swig of her beer but doesn't say anything.
"Glad I could help you with your dream," I say. I nearly reach down to make sure my balls are still attached. I must be getting old, because I'm becoming a big fucking softie.
"Yeah," she says ponderously," finishing off her beer and setting down the bottle on the coffee table. "Then let's enjoy it whi
le it lasts."
I wipe the sleep out of my eyes. I'm lying on my side in the middle of the bed and Tess is pressed up against me, her round ass snuggled into my body.
My cock presses against it, and it's rock hard. Fuck, it's almost painful, and it's all I can do not to grab her hips and pull her into me, until she wakes up and begs me to slide my cock into that tiny pussy that I know would be dripping wet for me.
Last night we slept together in her bed. We fucked over and over, until the sun started to rise. And now, we just woke up spooning each other.
I watch her curvy body rise and fall, covered only by a pajama tank top and shorts that barely cover her ass. The regularity of her breathing tells me she's still asleep.
Slowly, I pull myself away from her. And that's when she wakes up.
"Huh?" she says sleepily, stirring. She flips onto her back, then onto her other side, so she's facing me. For a few seconds, she snuggles into the warmth of my body, pushing herself closer. Then she opens her eyes and realizes what's going on. She blinks a couple times and her cheeks turn pink.
"Oh, hey," she says, mumbling. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, ah…" Her voice trails off.
I can't help grinning. Not much makes me feel awkward, but this almost does. But in the best of ways. Like I'm a teenager again, and girls are new and exciting, and I just woke up from a sleepover with my best friend's ass pressed against me.
"Looks like somebody couldn't keep away from me," I say, grinning. I sit up against the headboard, the bright morning light hitting my cut abs and chest. Shit, I can't lie, I must be looking pretty good right now considering the way Tess can't keep her eyes off my body.
She turns onto her back and stares at the ceiling, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She's at just the right angle for me to see down her shirt, and I can make out a hint of cleavage under her neckline. My morning wood throbs in my boxers under the sheets, and I can't help myself. I reach over, slide a finger under her neckline, and stretch the collar so I can see under her shirt. I catch a glimpse of the curve of her breast, and I see her tight, pink nipple. I bite my lip.
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