Page 20 of The Pucking Fake Marriage

“Please…” She runs a tongue across her lower lip. “Please, fuck me, Ken. I need to feel you.”

Why does hearing her say that feel better than winning the championship last season?

She’s still playing with my dick, her slender fingers brushing across the hard shaft, going back and forth, relieving the pressure and contributing to it all at once. What wouldn’t I give to lift her up against the wall and drive into her till the whole gym heard us?

“You…you want me, then?” It’s my lame attempt to keep the conversation going, to stop myself from taking her.

Charlie swallows. And nods.

I recall her toying with her hair, the same way she used to do with Kali. Suddenly, I get an astounding amount of resolve in my system. Charlie has burned me once. I’m not going to let her do it again.

“Is there anyone else?” Exclusivity hasn’t mattered much to me with other women, but this is fucking CharlieChapman. Can’t have her moaning my name and bedding someone else a few hours later. It’s going to kill me, and I know it.

“No.” The word, said in a quick gasp, comes quickly. I can tell she means it.

“In that case, I am going to fuck you,” I mutter, directly in her ear. Her fingers are still on my dick, and another shiver runs through her. I prolong the moment, winding up her anticipation. She’s probably waiting for where I’m going to touch her next. “The momentyou tell me what game you’re playing with me.”

I sense rather than feel Charlie deflate. When I pull back my hands from her leggings and straighten, she has a murderous look on her face.

Good.Let her be the one left pining for once.

With the most satisfaction I’ve ever derived from a non-sexual activity, I stride out of the stall.

SIX

BETWEEN A ROCK AND KEN EDWARDS (CHARLIE)

I mentally brace myself for the weight of the call even before I pick up the phone. Yet, it doesn’t make it any easier when the words start pouring in.

“Any luck with the restaurant?”

I run my hand through my hair. I can tell she knows I’ve got nothing good to report. Maybe she even hopesI’ve got nothing to say, I think, then feel bad for thinking it. She’s my mother, for crying out loud. There’s no way she would intentionally wish me harm.

“Not yet, Mom.”

She sniffs. I can picture her back at home, sitting at the gleaming kitchen island. “You know, Ms. Edwards was just here. She told me how well Kali’s doing at the ballet school he founded. The kids idolize him.”

“Mom.” The last thing I want to hear is how successful my ex is, particularly when his twin is…

No.I force thoughts of Ken out of my mind before I can dissect them. I willnotthink of him. I cannot. Not of him, not of the most embarrassing sentence I’ve ever uttered in my life.

“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound like she is, though. “You know, I just wonder what your life would have been. What if you had stayed with him? And married him?”

“That would’ve been a little hard, you know, since he dumped me.” Our relationship ending was as hurtful as it was abrupt, but I was somewhat relieved. I was tired of hearing him talk about being in the PBT. It made my own failure that much harder to bear, even if I was moving on already.

“Yeah, but only because you were so mopey after the accident. A man wants joy, you know?”

Gee thanks, Mother.

“I really have to go, Mom,” I start, but she cuts in before I can get all the words out.

“You know, it’s not anyone’s fault you got that injury. I can tell you about my friends’ son’s success without you pitching a fit.”

I can already feel the start of a headache boiling underneath my skull. “I’m not pitching a fit.”

She doesn’t appear to hear me. “Kali is doing so good. You should be happy for him. We shouldallbe happy for him. Besides, if you came home more often, maybe you could reconnect.”

My stomach contracts at the thought of getting back together with Kali. Yeah, we parted on good terms, and I even spoke to him during my first few years of college, unlike Ken. Still, the thought of being touched by Kali after everything with Ken…

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