Page 29 of Pucks and Coffee

“I don’t think you can lie,” I admit, my stomach coiling in on itself. “Especially to the people you love.”

“But telling the truth could bring negative feelings toward you.”

I smile. “You don’t have to worry about that. People don’t like me. I’m used to it.”

“I like you,” she says with no hesitation. My heart stills in my chest as my smile widens. “I don’t like the idea of my family not liking you. I don’t want you guys to start off on the wrong foot. So I don’t know, I may fib and say we’ve been hooking up for a while, and when you said you needed a wife, I confessed I’ve been in love with you, and you confessed the same. Boom, we’re married.”

I feel like I’ve been hit in the chest by a thousand pucks.

What would it be like to be loved by Eliza McDavid… I mean Katz?

My voice is gravelly as I ask, “Will they believe that?”

“Yeah. Everyone knows I want to be in love.”

But I can’t love her.

I close my eyes as I grip the cart for support.

“Are you good with that?” she asks, and I open my eyes, feeling like my reputation.

A flaming bag of shit.

She’s risking so much for me.

“Yeah, that’s good with me.”

“Okay, I feel better,” she admits.

I refrain from telling her I feel like hemorrhoid-riddled butthole.

“I’m glad,” I say, and I mean it. “Do you want soda for the house?”

“No. I’d rather have tea.”

“Done,” I say, heading that way. “Okay, I’m going to grab that and then head out. Call me if you want me to come over and help.”

“I won’t,” she tells me with a laugh. “I’m a big girl.”

“Eh, not really. You’re rather small and compact.”

“Don’t cause a domestic, Husband.”

My cock rages to life. “Oh, Wife, a domestic means your hands on me, and I’d enjoy that much more than you’ll ever know.”

She snickers. “Goodbye, Coleson.”

The line goes dead, and I stand there in disbelief. I can’t touch her. Or ravish her the way I so desperately want to. She wants love, she wants a real husband, and I’m not that. I can’t be that. I’d only hurt her. More so than I already will.

Once I check out and load the groceries into my car, a neon sign catches my eye.

Melvin’s Toys.

Hm. If I got her a toy, then I wouldn’t have to touch her to make her come. I know she probably has one, but I want her to use one I chose for her pleasure.

A grin pulls at my lips.

That’s the key to making this easy.

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