“Hey.” I speak gently, reaching forward to brush aside some strands, wanting to make sure she’s okay.
I meet a glare.
“You’re mine,” she pants.
Then her hips rock hard, and Luna starts to truly fuck me, steady and demanding. My back bows off the bed, and I have to hold on to her thighs to give myself some grounding in reality.
“You’re mine, Charlie Keller.”
I groan her name like a desperate prayer, the pleasure too much for my mind to comprehend. There’s a live wire connecting my spine and my balls, shooting straight electricity down my cock.
She demands my climax, pulling every ounce of sanity from me as her body milks me dry.
Even after the orgasm is technically done, I twitch with aftershocks.
Eventually, my mind and heart calm down enough for me to realize Luna has sprawled her glorious body over my chest, not bothering to separate where we’re connected.
I struggle for the right thing to say, but then realize she’s fast asleep.
Worn herself out.
With me.
I grin wide, replaying everything she said in this past hour.
Has my wife finally claimed me?
CHAPTER 47
LUNA
The first time I wake up is when Charlie climbs out of bed. In a whisper, he tells me he’s going to let Pig back inside, then come back to bed. I’m asleep before I can discover if he’s fulfilled his promise.
The next time I wake up, there’s a dog leg digging into my back and a warm man at my side.
Despite my being fully awake, there’s nothing strong enough to pull me out from under these covers. Charlie still sleeps beside me, his long, lean body sprawled out over his portion of the bed. He’s belly down, arms gripping a pillow, his face turned toward me, jaw slack, and emitting faint snores in his sleep.
I can’t pinpoint exactly what about last night forced me out of my comfort zone and demanded I do something about my attraction to Charlie. But when we got home and I felt his eyes on me, I couldn’t imagine going to separate bedrooms or sleeping in the same room but with our normal dog buffer. I couldn’t imagine being married to Charlie for one more day without treating him like my true husband.
I just wanted him. Wanted to pretend this could all be real.
That we could be happy together. That I could fall in love with him.
When I had been a kid, I wasn’t really a kid. My mother’s disinterest in parenting meant the responsibility of caring for myself and Dash—and, at times, Leo too—fell on my shoulders. I had grown up fast, missing out on all the freedom children get to enjoy when they don’t have to worry about grown-up things. Where the closest they get is playing house.
I want to play house now. I want to pretend with this man. Believe we’re a happy little family with no problems on the horizon.
Can’t I have that? Can it be my birthday present to myself? Pretend for this year, we’re not in a fake marriage, but a real one. Indulge in the fantasy.
And then, at the end of the year, the game will end.
I’ll have had my taste of joy and partnership, and I’ll use those memories as comforting blankets when he’s gone.
And he will leave.
They always do.
“Good morning.” Charlie’s voice rumbles deep with sleep, pulling my focus back to the bed and his warm eyes.
