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And the way he held on to me, laughed with me and touched me…it almost felt like he wanted this to be real.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Parker
This night had felt like a dream—being with Elliott, holding Elliott’s hand, Elliott telling everyone I was his husband; dancing with him and talking and laughing with his parents like we were a real family. This was exactly what I’d imagined being married would be like—having my person, growing my family.
And it was going to end in two months. My marriage came with an expiration date because of my bad decision.
Elliott was Elliott: funny and annoyingly charming, but I was just… I felt really fucking sad, and I hated that.
I figured he wanted to have sex, but I wasn’t sure I was in the mood, so when we got home, before he could bring it up, I said, “I’m gonna take a shower and hit the sack.”
He frowned, rubbed a hand over his scruff. “Oh. Okay. Good night, beautiful.” And then he kissed me on the cheek like this was a first date or something. It made my pulse go crazy, and I had to fight to slow it down.
I spent too long in the shower, letting the hot water rain over my body, and all I could think about was Elliott. My dick betrayed me too because it was hard and aching. It was a lot easier to focus on that than the tapestry of confused feelings weaving together in my chest.
Elliott made me feel beautiful and strong. Like he enjoyed my company. Like I wasn’t just a warm mouth or someone to pass the time with. But how could I trust myself when it came to my heart when it had played tricks on me before? The truth was, in two short months, Elliott and I were going to file for an amicable divorce, and then he’d have his freedom back.
But right now? Right now Elliott was my husband, and I wanted my husband tonight.
I turned off the shower, then almost slipped while getting out. I couldn’t help laughing at myself, at how urgent I felt while drying off, at how my whole body tingled and felt alive at just the thought of going to Elliott’s room and telling him I wanted him.
He loved me in jocks, and I’d always had a fetish for wearing them myself. I found the blue ones that matched my eyes, stomach nervous for reasons I refused to think about or let slow me down.
His door was ajar. I knocked, then slid it open. Elliott was standing in his room, with a towel around his waist while drying his hair. His gaze shot to mine, and damned if my knees didn’t go weak. He was so fucking gorgeous—short, messy hair, the fur on his chest… I loved the way it felt against my skin and how his stubble scratched when he kissed me.
“Hi,” I said dumbly.
“I was trying to talk myself out of going to your room.”
“I didn’t try,” I replied, and he grinned.
“Good.” He tossed the towel he’d been using on his hair. “Come here, gorgeous. Let me see that beautiful body of yours.” I went, feeling like I was floating. When I stopped in front of him, Elliott brushed his thumbs over my nipples, making me hiss. “I won’t ever get enough of this body. Turn around. Let me see my favorite ass.”
I did as he said, goose bumps running the length of me.
“Fuck…look at these curves…so round and perfect.”
My skin heated as he rubbed his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them open while he kissed his way down my spine…one knot, then the next and the next. I trembled; I needed him so fucking bad.
Elliott kept going until he got to the band of my jock, which he bit, pulling it and then letting go so it popped against my skin. “Fuuuuuck.” Why did that feel so amazing?
“I love peaches.” He kissed each cheek.
I laughed. “You’re an idiot.”
“You married me,” he replied simply, and my stomach tumbled in a way that felt both exciting and scary as hell. “But as I was saying, as much as I fucking love this incredible ass, it’s not what I want tonight.” Elliott reached around me and palmed my erection that was trying to break free from my jock. “I want this pretty cock. Will you give it to me? Will you fuck me until I come with your dick so goddamned deep inside me? I bet you’re so good at fucking. I bet it’ll be the best cock I’ve ever had.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Elliott stood up straight, and I turned around and slammed my mouth down on his. He tasted like a mixture of toothpaste and laughter. I wanted to drown in it, in him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, nipped his lip so he could tell how hungry I was for him.
