Married to the Manny

by Daisy May

  She was still wearing the outfit when Cole came home a few hours later, prancing around and waving the skirt in all directions. She had a huge smile on her face the whole time, and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t leave until she took off the dress.

  “What’s this?” Cole asked as he shut the door. “Where’s my daughter, and who’s this elf witch who’s taken her place?”

  “It’s me, Daddy!” Kerry said. “I’m the elf witch.”

  “I can see you’re an elf witch, Ms. Elf Witch, but you didn’t answer me. Where’s my daughter, Kerry Hofstetter?”

  They went on like that for a while, playing off each other adorably. Cole just got more and more attractive the more I saw him with his daughter.

  When Kerry finally went to bed, which was difficult with her excitement, Cole turned to me with affection in his eyes. “Thank you for making that,” he said. “She really loves it.”

  “I noticed,” I said, smiling. “She wasn’t exactly hiding that fact.”

  Cole laughed. “Well, I had to thank you anyway. It’s great to see how much you care about her. Most nannies wouldn’t.”

  “Well, that’s why you wouldn’t have married most nannies.”

  I fought the urge to lean in and press a kiss to his lips. I already knew how good they felt on mine. His eyes were practically hypnotizing me, drawing me in…

  But it was all in my head. He dropped his gaze, and reality set in. He wouldn’t want any of that.

  “We’ve been procrastinating on those emails,” Cole said.

  I nodded, aware the emails were awkward for both of us—but for very different reasons. “So you want to work on them tonight?”

  He took a breath, still flushed from dealing with Kerry and her energy. “I guess we should. I was thinking, it might be easier if one of us sits in a different room. Like, if you want, I could even be down in the kitchen…”

  “No, that’s fine,” I said. “We have to talk to each other. And plus there’s what Talbot said about the moles and all.”

  “Right, we have to be accurate.” Looking away, Cole stepped toward the bedroom.

  I followed, my heart already pounding. This was definitely not what I expected when I first came to the United States. I really should’ve just gone back to Canada after I got that letter. If I’d known what this whole fake marriage was going to entail, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I just thought we’d just sign some papers, and then it would be over with.

  This time, Cole took the desk and I sat on the bed. I crossed my legs and put the laptop in front of me. “I guess I’ll start, since I seem to be more descriptive than you.”

  “Fine by me.”

  “All right, I’ll get started, then.” I moved my mouse around the screen, not actually wanting to type anything. “Any minute now, I’m going to get started.”

  “Gordon…”

  “Yeah, fine.”

  Dear Cole, I typed. Last night was unbelievable. We took turns giving each other oral, and then we finally went all the way. It took us long enough, didn’t it? I know we were both afraid because you’re my boss, but just… wow. Can’t wait for tonight.

  “Really? That’s what you’re going to write?” Cole said. “It’s like you’re just repeating what happened. It sounds more like a sports recap than a love letter.”

  I glanced back at my screen, rereading quickly. Now that Cole was criticizing my work, this was even less fun than before—if that was even possible. “What do you suggest?”

  “Put some passion in it.”

  “Well, why don’t you start?”

  “All right,” Cole said. “How about this?”

  He closed his eyes for half a second, as if centering himself, then put his hands on the keyboard.

  Good morning. Last night, umm… did that actually happen? I’m still not sure if I only dreamed it. Either way, I can’t stop thinking about you. And in case it was real, the things we did last night… and this morning… made me feel that much stronger about you.

  I feel silly for waiting so long to give into this passion, but now that we’re together, I feel like nothing’s going to keep us apart. I know what I feel about you, and with some optimism, I can believe that you feel something similar about me. I think we’re going to be together for a long time.

  “Not bad,” I said. “I do see a difference.” And my heart wanted to rejoice at the sweet words from him, but my mind kept reminding me that they weren’t actually true.

  “So we can keep going like that?” Cole asked.

  “I think your friend was suggesting that we get a bit more explicit,” I said. “And I really think that would be a good idea.”

  “Okay,” Cole said. “Let’s see what you come up with.”

  Of course I feel the same, I typed, reading out loud at the same time. I never thought you would, so I kept quiet. Now I see you do, and I’m happier than I could’ve ever believed. I know we’re just getting started, but clearly our sexual chemistry is off the charts. I can still feel you inside me, filling me up with your huge—“Would you say that you’re huge?”

  Cole’s jaw dropped. “Um… well… not exactly, but I guess a partner of mine could.”

  “So you’re modest, but you’re actually huge. Got it.” I put my fingers back on the keyboard. Filling me up with your huge cock. I wish you could be here now, your hands roaming all over my body. I want to know everything about yours. I want to discover everything that could give you pleasure. I’ve adored exploring you so far, finding… “What are some little things that would turn a guy on about you?”

  “I have no idea.” His straight back said he had every idea. His slightly hunched shoulders said he just didn’t want to tell me.

  “What do people comment on?” I asked.

  “I… I don’t remember. It’s been a little while. Do we really have to do this?”

  “We agreed that we would,” I said. “And if you really don’t know, why don’t you take off your shirt and I’ll tell you?”

  “Seriously?”

  I bit my lip, ashamed for even blurting that out. I knew that seeing him shirtless was only going to make me feel worse… but I couldn’t back down now. “It might help,” I said with a shrug.

  “Fine,” Cole said.

  Moving the laptop to the side, he stripped off the button-down he was wearing. I watched, speechless, as more and more of his body came into view. His body was amazing, stocky yet muscular. Thick hair led down to his navel, and I didn’t even want to think about what lay below.

  “Satisfied?” he asked, hunching over as if trying to hide. I thought I heard a slight hitch in his voice, but I was imagining it. I had to be.

  “Sure,” I said, unable to remember why I’d even asked him to do this. All I could do was stare and fantasize.

  “So are there some details you could include?” he asked.

  “I guess I can come up with something.” I dragged my gaze back to the screen. “Birthmark above the nipple… stray patch of chest hair…”

  His voice faltered, but he threw his shoulders back. “I don’t have a stray patch of chest hair.”

  I pointed at it. “Yes, you do. And it’s hot as fuck.” I pinched my lips together, again wishing I hadn’t just said that. I really couldn’t go around making it obvious that I was seriously into Cole.

  I finished off the email and hit send. A second later, he’d read the whole thing. Then he gazed at me, his eyes slowly darkening. “I guess you should take off your shirt now, too.”

  I resisted the urge to cross my arms in front of my chest. “Me? Why?”

  “So I can write you back a detailed letter.”

  “I thought you weren’t going to write any details.”

  “I need to.” His voice was lower with each sentence he spoke, almost transforming into a growl. “Take off your shirt.”

  “What if I don’t think it’s necessary?”

  “You’re my husband. Take off your shirt.”

  I couldn
’t exactly back out now, especially when Cole had already done the same. With my pulse racing, I leaned forward enough to pull my T-shirt over my head. I stayed where I was, wishing I could disappear into the mattress. But the bed made no move to swallow me up.

  “Stand up,” Cole said gently. “I can’t see anything when you’re sitting there like that.”

  Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled myself up. Baring myself to Cole’s eyes, I stared at the ground and prayed he wouldn’t notice the swelling that was currently occurring in my groin. Why did my hormones have to betray me like this?

  I knew my body was objectively decent, but I was equally sure that Cole had no interest in it. That was what he’d always told me, and as he came a little closer, I reminded myself that he’d never given me a reason to doubt that. Anything else was just in my imagination.

  But as he spoke, his voice husky, I began to wonder again.

  “I can see a lot of things someone might like about you,” he said. “But as for the chemistry…”

  I actually trembled. My hands shook. “You can imagine that part,” I told him. “Think back to what it was like with someone else. You have all the details about me that you need.”

  “Not enough.” He stood even closer, so I could feel his body heat—and the nervousness that radiated off him in waves. Why was he so nervous, anyway? He shouldn’t be, considering he was the one who wasn’t interested.

  “Whoever reads these emails won’t have any idea what our chemistry is actually like,” I told him, my voice squeaking. “We don’t need to make it accurate.”

  “Maybe you’re right,” Cole said. The last part was so soft, I barely heard it at all. “Maybe it’s just my own curiosity.”

  Daring to lift my eyes to his, I stared into them, searching for the truth in their brown depths. I longed to throw my arms around him and press myself against him, to spread my legs for him and welcome him inside me.

  But I was positive I’d misheard his last few words. “You’re curious?”

  Far too quickly, he shook his head. “I mean, it would be more realistic.” He cleared his throat. “Even if they won’t know the truth about our chemistry, we’ll still sound more passionate if we get some ideas.”

  “You want to brainstorm together?” I asked. “With our… with our clothes off?”

  Cole nodded, then shook his head… and then, after what felt like an endless pause, he nodded again. Just below his belt buckle, a long, straight outline had appeared.

  “Only if it’s okay,” he said. “I mean, if you want to.” He took half a step toward me, then hesitated as if there was any chance in the world I didn’t want him to come closer. “Only for ideas.”

  I couldn’t believe the words I was hearing. Cole only wanted sex with me, of course, but that was better than wanting nothing at all. I’d give him what he wanted, and I’d make it so good for him, he’d never look back.

  “All right,” I said, doing my best to suppress my excitement. “Let’s do that.”

  Fourteen—Cole

  I was crazy for suggesting this. I had to be.

  To think Gordon would be interested in anything physical with me was outside the realm of possibility. And yet I couldn’t keep living like this, constantly horny and frustrated. I had to at least put it out there once and for all. If he shot me down, he shot me down, but at least I would’ve tried.

  And to my complete and utter shock, he hadn’t shot me down. Here we were, shirtless and staring at each other.

  “So what do we do next?” I asked.

  Gordon laughed softly. “I thought you had an idea. Or do you want me to start us off again?”

  “That seems like the way things keep going, doesn’t it?” I said. “I promise I’ll take the lead eventually.” His lips met my neck, and I let out a strangled gasp. “I know you prefer to be… submissive.”

  He kissed his way up my neck, pausing at my jaw as if he was afraid to go further. It was silly, because we’d kissed a few times before. Never alone, though. Never in a bedroom, with the potential for things to go further.

  My heartbeat sped up as I dipped my head forward and brought our lips together. We stayed there for a long moment, my breath catching until I realized I was holding it. I pulled away so that I could breathe again, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked, awed, at Gordon.

  “Did that give you any ideas?” I asked.

  “The start of one. But maybe we should try that again and see what happens.”

  “Kiss me again,” I finally said, and Gordon did.

  If anything, he seemed even more into it this time, sucking my lip and then letting out a satisfied breath. It seemed like he was into being told what to do.

  “To think I was so scared of this,” he murmured.

  “Scared of kissing me?”

  “Scared of asking you to kiss me.”

  He brought his lips to mine again, holding them for another long, breathless moment. My head spun, and not just from the kiss. Had he really been wanting me all this time? Had both of us been blind to our mutual desire?

  “I guess we really were both shy,” I said when we finally broke apart. “Let’s not make that mistake again.”

  He pressed himself to me, his skin hot against mine. He was an inch shorter, but when he rose onto his toes to meet my lips, his nipples rubbed against mine, sending shock waves through my body. My cock was rigid, more so than I could ever remember it being. I wanted my husband more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

  I wished it didn’t have to only be physical, but I couldn’t start getting greedy. This was Gordon we were talking about, and sex was already more than I’d ever expected.

  I paused in the middle of running my hands down his back. “You’re not just doing this to make me happy, are you? Because we’re married and you don’t want to lose your chance at a green card?”

  “Not a chance.” If Gordon was faking it, he was an incredibly good actor. “I’ve been wanting this since the first day I met you.”

  He had? But he’d seemed so oblivious to me. He was completely professional, and he’d paid more attention to Kerry than to me. Right from the start, I saw how much personality he had and how comfortable in his own skin he was, and I knew nothing would ever happen between us. At least, I thought I’d known that.

  “So this isn’t about the deportation?” I asked, just wanting to clarify again. “And even if this goes wrong, you’re going to be okay?”

  “This can be a one-time thing if you prefer,” he said. “Just for inspiration.”

  “That’s fine with me.” Even though it wasn’t. “And whatever happens, I’m not going to divorce you over it. We’ll stay married until you get your green card or get denied.”

  He nodded, and then he turned his attention to my groin. I let out a low hiss as he placed his palm over my shaft. “So, since we’re both shy and all, should we take it slow?”

  I liked the idea of savoring my time with him, taking it step-by-step, allowing ourselves to go a little further each time until we finally got to the main event. Drawing out the pleasure, causing each other the sweetest torture.

  But we’d already decided it would end here, tonight. And I wasn’t going to let my one shot go by without having all of Gordon.

  “No,” I said, cupping his ass cheeks and pulling him as close to me as I could. “I think we’ve gotten past our shyness, and all that’s left is to…”

  I couldn’t finish the sentence my mind had given me. I just couldn’t get those words out of my mouth.

  “To what?” Gordon asked. “To fuck each other?”

  I winced, but at least he’d gotten the dirtiest part out of the way. “I was going to say to fuck each other’s brains out,” I mumbled.

  He grinned up at me, the smile wide and genuine. “So there is a little shyness left. We’ll work on that.”

  Gordon’s breathing was shallow, and his pupils dilated as he looked up at me. His fingers traced down my arms, stopping briefly at the stray patc
h of chest hair. His eyes wandered to the birthmark he’d noticed earlier, and then he touched and stroked that as well.

  “You weren’t kidding about being attracted to those things,” I said.

  “I wasn’t kidding about anything.”

  My mind wandered to the other parts of the emails—the parts that said he was in love with me, not just my body. Before I could think about it any further, his thumb rubbed over my nipple and I let out a groan.

  I pushed him over to the bed, guiding him to lie down and then straddling him. I rubbed my hardness along his, dry-humping him until we were both more than ready. A droplet of liquid seeped through his pants, and I was sure now that there was nothing fake or dutiful about this. Gordon wanted me—at least physically.

  I stripped off his pants, then took care of mine and climbed above him again. Taking one cock in each hand, I stroked us gently. It was the first time in weeks I’d done this outside the shower, and it’d been much longer since I’d done it with another person. The sight of Gordon twisting and arching under me was better than every fantasy I’d had put together.

  “More,” Gordon breathed, his voice coming out in a low whine.

  I wanted to give him more, and I wanted to make sure he’d enjoy it. Still stroking his cock, I stopped jerking myself and put the other hand below him. His hole was tight, but as I eased my finger in, I felt him tense up. That was no good, yet as I stared into his eyes, he got even tighter.

  “Relax,” I told him. “Don’t you want to?”

  “My body hates me,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I want it too much.”

  He wriggled on my finger, finally loosening enough for me to get a second one inside. “Are you really that nervous?” I asked.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

  He jerked, and I realized I’d just grazed that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. I did it again, and his face twisted in ecstasy.

  “Feels too good,” he murmured.

  “Relax a little more.”

  I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, which was thankfully within arms’ reach. With its help, I managed to get a third finger inside. Gordon was so beautiful as he writhed below me, so responsive to every little thing I did. Every twitch of my finger seemed to get another groan out of his lips. The sound came from deep in his chest, low and animalistic.