Fake Marriage to a Baller: A Wilder Brothers Romance

by Aria Scott

  Even though I felt foolish, I began rubbing the stone faster. I figured this was supposed to be a calming exercise, like one of those rubbery stress relief toys you were meant to squeeze out all your aggression on.

  Even though I was doing my best to ignore Chase, I could sense that he could barely contain himself. He was about to burst out into laughter.

  “How does your yoni feel?” The doctor eyed me intently.

  How the hell was I supposed to answer that? “Um… What do you mean by my yoni? Is that like yin and yang?”

  This time the doctor blinked in confusion. “The yoni is your pussy.”

  The rock dropped out of my hand and fell to the floor with a heavy thud. My cheeks flamed with fire as Chase finally released his pent up laughter.

  Chase leaned down and picked up the rock. “Don’t worry, Aubrey. I’ll rub your yoni for you.”

  Dr. Goswami didn’t seem amused. He turned his attention to Chase. “You are an equal partner to this problem. Tell me, Mr., what is the size of your penis?”

  I couldn’t help but smirk as I waited eagerly for Chase to answer. I should have known that Chase didn’t embarrass easily.

  “Sorry, Doc. That’s not the problem. In fact, I’m pretty well endowed.”

  “Ahh. I see. You are also repressed.” Dr. Goswami shook his head. “We have a lot of work to do. I can see both of your auric energy fields. Your sexual energies are strong and entwined, but the spiritual bonding of your energies is out of sync. By the end of this session, your energies will be fully merged and harmony will be restored. I will guide you through it.”

  This was going to be worse than I thought. “Exactly how do you merge our energies, doctor?”

  “I will guide you through a series of exercises. Exercises that will remove your blockages and bring you intimately together.” He picked up what looked like an ancient figurine of a crudely sculpted woman maintaining a backbend position with a kneeling man plunged between her legs. Ancient acrobatic sex. Great.

  I decided to be blunt. “By exercises - you don’t mean having sex, do you?”

  Dr. Goswami looked at me with pity. His answer took on a sing-song quality as he waved his hands about. “I mean tantric exercises, to bring the act of copulation to a new level. Many have sex without intimacy. It is also true that you can have intimacy without sex. When you achieve that profoundest of intimacy, the sex will always be better. Love will flower when everything is in harmony.”

  I glanced sideways at Chase who remained rather quiet. “We just want to feel more connected as a couple, Dr. Goswami. Let’s leave out the physical intimacy to work on another day.”

  “Your blockage runs deep. Don’t worry. I’m up for the challenge you present.” Dr. Goswami turned to Chase. “And you, Mr... I sense that one of your blockages has to do with money. Sir, do you have $20 on you?”

  “I’m not sure.” Chase pulled his wallet out of his pant’s pocket and found a $20 bill inside.

  “Give me the money.” Dr. Goswami impatiently held out his hand. “This is your first exercise. Your surrendering of the money represents you pushing money issues out of your mind.”

  Chase handed over the bill and asked jokingly, “Do I get the money back at the end of the session?”

  Dr. Goswami wagged his finger as he pocketed the money. “Tsk. Tsk. You are still thinking about money. Put the $20 completely out of your mind. It’s as if it never existed.”

  Chase gave me a skeptical look. It was about time. He was finally realizing this guy was a complete nutter.

  Suddenly, the doctor stood up and clapped his hands with force. “Now. We are ready. Please, follow me.”

  Chase and I exchanged glances before we reluctantly stood and followed Dr. Goswami through a door at the back of his office. I crossed over the threshold and then stopped suddenly, causing Chase to bump into me.

  You couldn’t enter the large room without noticing the heavy overpowering smell of incense or essential oils. It was a heady mixture that smelled of jasmine and vanilla with some musky undertones that I couldn’t quite identify. Candlelight flickered all across the large expanse, creating shadows in the corners and casting a romantic feel to the space.

  But what stopped me in my tracks was the pile of cushions and pillows in the center of the room, laid out as if for a harem.

  Dr. Goswami saw my hesitation. “Come. Come. Do not be shy. Today we will work on your energies. That will go a long way to a spiritual reconnection for you two. Stop worrying about coitus so much, Miss.”

  I heard Chase snicker behind me. Damn. Dr. Goswami might be a quack of the highest order, but he certainly seemed to be in tune with my innermost thoughts. I moved into the room and looked around while Dr. Goswami retrieved something from a cabinet.

  Looking past the candles and pillows, I realized that this room must have once been used as a dance studio. Mirrors, with a barre bar still attached, lined the far wall. The mundane origins of the room dispelled some of the nerves that had been quickly building in my gut.

  “Please go behind the curtain and change into these robes before we begin our work.” Dr. Goswami handed each of us a white robe, made out of a thin gauzy material. He turned to me. “And, it will work better without undergarments, Miss. Don’t worry, your chastity will remain pure.”

  Then he rolled his eyes as if I was the most annoying patient he’d ever had. Chastity my ass! He had a lot of nerve. I marched back to the makeshift changing area with my robe. I hurriedly took off my clothes and slipped on the robe. I cinched the belt across my waist and then studied the robe. It was opaque enough not to be see-through, but it was much shorter than a standard robe.

  I didn’t want to live up to Dr. Goswami’s apparent assessment of me as a timid virgin, so I bit the bullet and pulled open the curtain before I had second thoughts. I braced myself for Chase’s reaction, but he merely eyed me up and down before stepping behind the curtain himself.

  I spent the time while Chase was changing, tugging on the hem of the robe, trying to eke out a few more inches to sufficiently cover my ass cheeks. One thing I knew for sure, if Dr. Goswami turned out to be a pervert and laid one single finger on me, he was going to get my knee to his balls.

  I had to suppress a giggle when Chase opened the curtain. His robe was equally as short as mine, plus the male version was sleeveless. He looked like he was wearing an ill-fitted roman toga.

  Dr. Goswami began herding us to the center of the room. “First, we need to unblock your whole system. Loosen up your body. Shake out your muscles.”

  Chase began shrugging his shoulders and jumping around like a boxer getting ready for a prize fight. To my surprise, he looked like he was taking all this seriously. I made a lame effort and very carefully hopped a few times, mainly so that my robe wouldn’t slide up and expose my ass. I felt ridiculous.

  “Good. Good. Now lie down, on your backs, you over here, Miss.” He pointed to a long mat lying on the floor covered with a white sheet. “And you, right here next to her.”

  I got down on the mat, carefully adjusting my robe while Chase laid on the mat only a few inches to my right.

  “Now, hold hands. We want your energies to mingle. And, please try to relax, Miss. Take some deep breaths.”

  Chase took my hand in his and I closed my eyes, trying my best to relax. I couldn’t wait to get all this nonsense over with.

  Dr. Goswami handed us each some polished rocks, instructing us to place them on various chakras, the whole time educating us in the ancient healing practices. I mostly tuned him out. Chase and I ended up with the rocks resting below our navels, on our throats of all places, and sitting on the mat inches above our heads.

  Through slitted eyes, I watched Dr. Goswami make swirling and sweeping motions above our bodies with what looked like a miniature dustpan broom. When his motions became so animated as to be almost comical, I turned my head and dared to sneak a peek at Chase.

  He squeezed my hand and then gave me a wink. Thank
God he wasn’t taking this seriously!

  Dr. Goswami began concentrating his broom sweeps near Chase’s bad ankle. “I notice some red heat in your aura here.” He balanced a polished blue stone on Chase’s ankle and a few more around his leg. “It appears to be an injury that has stiffened as it healed. I will concentrate on clearing this disruption so a healthy flow will resume.”

  He spent at least five minutes hovering over Chase’s ankle, brushing away the bad energy, before he finally returned to moving up and down each of our bodies, head to toe, sweeping the air above us with his little broom. After growing increasingly impatient with this strange healing, I decided to close my eyes and force my body to relax. Expecting anything beneficial to come from this charade of a therapy session was making me tense.

  It was then that I noticed the strange tingling sensation in my limbs. Perhaps I was losing blood circulation lying on these mats? It was almost like a floating sensation. I tuned out the new age music and concentrated on the feeling, noting how peaceful and relaxed I was actually feeling.

  “Come on, sleepyhead. You’re snoring! This is getting a little embarrassing.”

  I blinked open my eyes. Chase was leaning over me and nudging me awake with a poke of his finger to my shoulder.

  How could I have fallen asleep? I bolted upright, sitting on the mat. “Jeez. How long was I out?”

  He smiled devilishly. “Long enough for me to check out the hem of that robe you’re wearing.”

  My face burned bright red as I pulled the robe down to my thighs. “This robe is obscene. I can’t believe I let that quack goad me into wearing it.”

  “That robe is damn sexy. Maybe Dr. G. will let us keep it. I can just imagine you wearing it on our wedding night –”

  I cut him off before his fantasy got out of hand. “Chase… do I have to remind you that we agreed to -”

  He sighed dramatically. “I know. I know. No sex. Ever again… Ever. Got it.”

  I looked around the large studio and noticed that we were alone. “Are we done?”

  “No. While you were busy sleeping, Dr. G. explained our next exercise.” He paused, then used a voice that mimicked the Dr.’s. “We are going to work on foreplay only. Foreplay is a key to any sexual encounter, for the act of denial will only make you both want more.”

  “Oh, great,” I managed.

  Chase tapped a stack of notecards that he was holding against the palm of his hand. “He said it was best if we were alone for the next part – to foster more intimacy – or something. Anyway, we’re supposed to do these yoga poses together. He said we should go through this stack and hold each pose for about three minutes each.”

  “This robe isn’t exactly conducive to yoga.” I rolled my eyes. “Chase, I don’t think any of this is working – this just seems like a big waste of money.”

  “Hey, I was the one who was supposed to have the money hang-up, remember?” he teased. “Besides, whatever Dr. G. did to my ankle – it’s feeling fantastic. I spent thousands of dollars on the best doctors and hours and hours on cutting edge rehab for my ankle, and it’s never felt this good. It feels brand new right now. I don’t even feel that dull tugging ache that I usually feel. It’s amazing!”

  I hated to put a damper on his enthusiasm. “It’s probably just a placebo effect. Probably temporary.”

  “Whatever it is, I’ll take it. And maybe it’ll work for us too. Even if it’s just a placebo effect.”

  I shrugged my doubts. “All right. We might as well get this over with. What do we have to do?”

  Grinning like the cat who ate the canary, he handed me the first card. It was entitled ‘Passion Pretzel’. My mouth fell open as I looked at the diagram of the embracing couple, twisted together like a pretzel. Oh hell.

  “Don’t get your panties all in a twist,” he mocked. “Dr. G specifically said that we’re not allowed to have sex during this exercise. We’re supposed to look into each other’s eyes and talk if we feel like it.”

  I crossed my arms defiantly. “First off, as you well know, I’m not wearing any panties, so they are hardly in a twist. Secondly, I didn’t think we’d be doing yoga positions together. On top of each other. This is practically… simulated sex!” My voice rose to an outraged squeak as I shook the card in front of him.

  “You’re cute when you’re being so prudish. Okay, let’s tell Dr. G that this is way too much for your delicate sensibilities. I guess he was right, you’re really wound up tight about sex. You should get therapy. Oh wait…”

  “Very funny,” I huffed irritably. “Fine, I’ll do this. I was just worried that you might get the wrong idea.” I got up on my knees, assuming the female’s position on the card. “Come on. Hit the mat, Wilder.”

  He arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. Instead, he carefully dropped to his knees facing me, but about a foot away.

  I held up the card and read aloud, “Kneel face to face. Move close together until your bodies are touching.” We both inched forward until my breasts barely grazed his torso.

  I took a breath and continued, “each of you bend your outside leg at the knee so that your foot is flat on the ground. Move closer until you’re touching.”

  We cautiously maneuvered into position. My robe rode up, hiding nothing, as I bent my leg. Oh God, this was intimate. He reached his arms around the small of my back and pulled me in even closer. I looked up at him and swallowed. I could feel the heat of a blush creeping up my neck.

  “Get that thought out of your head, Aubrey. Remember this is about intimacy, not sex.”

  My face got hotter. “I’m hardly the one thinking about sex. You’re one to talk! I can feel your… your, err-”

  “My cock?” He grinned. “Yeah, it’s as hard as a rock right now. Probably because I can feel your pussy grinding against me. It’s so soft and slippery wet right now – I’d like to plunge deep into it.”

  I didn’t realize I was holding onto his biceps for dear life until I noticed my fingers digging into them.

  “Chase!” What meant to be a reproach came out sounding more like a breathy whisper.

  I wanted more than anything for him to kiss me right then. I stared at his lips, remembering how he could kiss me into oblivion. Thoughts of our night of reckless abandon on the beach came flooding through my mind, drowning my senses.

  My body was on fire for him. My breasts felt heavy; they needed his touch. My stomach was a tight knot of unsated lust and my pussy was throbbing with desire.

  I caught myself pressing into him. Jesus Christ, was I grinding into him like he said? I pulled away quickly, backing up from him on the mat. “Okay, what’s the next position?”

  “That was a quick three minutes,” he said wryly. He retrieved the next card from the stack. “The Yab Yum. ‘The man sits with his legs crossed. The woman sits facing him on his lap with her legs wrapped around his torso and lower back.’ Sounds easy.”

  He crossed his legs and waited for me. Jesus. Was I really going to sit on his lap half-naked?

  I approached slowly, nervously trying to joke my way through it. “I guess if we don’t feel more like a couple after this, there must be something wrong with us.”

  I delicately stood straddled over his crossed legs, excruciatingly aware of how close my pussy was to his face, before I gingerly lowered myself onto his lap. I carefully wrapped my legs around his lower back. We were so tightly pressed together, he might as well have been penetrating me.

  My heart was beating a mile a minute as I looked at him. I leaned into him, still thinking about that kiss I so desperately wanted. Surprisingly, he folded me into his arms and engulfed me in a tender embrace. We remained like that for a few minutes.

  My head rested against his chest. I could hear the steady beat of his heart. I was surprised to acknowledge to myself that I felt more connected to Chase than I had ever before. Placebo effect or not, I was becoming a believer.

  We went past the three-minute limit, but I was too content to move. Finally, he s
hifted slightly. His finger tipped my chin up and his mouth descended on mine. I had told myself that I had exaggerated the effects his kisses had on me in my head, that there was no special chemistry between us. But as I felt myself slipping under his mesmerizing spell, I realized just how intoxicating they really were, even when I was stone cold sober.

  I never wanted it to end. Not the kiss. Not the closeness. I was breathless when he finally broke our kiss. He stared at me with a strange expression on his face for a few seconds before he finally spoke. “Well, that was interesting. Are you ready for the next one?”

  I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak.

  He helped me to stand up before he got up and stretched his legs. I looked around the room trying to gather my composure. The incense was hanging so heavy in the air, it was almost oppressive. The bright pile of pillows scattered around the floor mats and the flickering candlelight gave the space a cozy, romantic vibe. The flimsy robes which left little to the imagination and highlighted the masculine perfection of his athletic body, did little to dispel my growing sense of intimacy. Dr. Goswami had certainly mastered setting the perfect psychological stage for nurturing a deeper relationship.

  He picked up the next card. “The ‘Sexy Sizzle’. Hmmm. Not sure if you can handle this one. Looks too advanced.”

  “Give me that.” I snatched the card from his hands. The picture showed the man and woman kneeling with the man embracing her from behind. At least my face and hopefully my dirty thoughts would be hidden from him with this one. “Okay, ‘male partner kneels leaning slightly backward. With back to him, female partner kneels in front of him with legs between his.’ That seems awkward.”

  He sunk gracefully to his knees. He patted the mat in front of him, waiting for me. I reluctantly made my way in front of him and knelt. I slowly backed up, until my legs were between his.

  I held up the card and continued reading. “Your bodies should be squeezed tightly together. Female rests hands on male’s hips and male rests hands on females…uh, breasts.”

  He squeezed his legs together, trapping me between them. “Let’s go. You read the card - hands on my hips, darlin’.”