Page 26 of Rejected Pretend Mate

"For god sake, I'm not drunk!" she snapped back. "I had a fricken shot and a few sips of a beer."

"Which apparently is enough to irritate you."

She rolled her eyes but turned, marching toward my truck. I followed after her, starting it up, and headed home. Neither of us spoke the entire drive.

Once home, we headed up to the apartment. April threw her shoes off and marched down the hallway.

"A thank you would be nice."

She paused and turned back to me. "What?"

"I said, a thank you would be nice. Thanks for bringing me out. Thanks for opening up your home. Thanks for doing this."

Her eyes seemed to ignite in anger. "You want a thanks? Fine. Thanks for leaving me all those years ago and preparing me for this. Thanks for fucking all those women, so it would make it easier to dislike you. Thank you so much for not sticking your cock into another woman tonight. But who knows, maybe tomorrow I won't be as lucky. Everyone, including your close friends, brought up just how sexually active you’ve been."

I stared at her and suddenly realized that while she was angry, she was jealous and hurt.

"April, do you honestly think I left all those years ago because I wanted to? That you were just a notch on my post?"

She shrugged. "Sure feels like it. Looks like you moved on perfectly fine."

I scowled. "I didn't have a choice. We weren't fucking yet, but I knew once words got out, that was what they would want. And you were too young. I didn't leave because I wanted to. I left because it was the right choice."

I took a few steps toward her. "And if you're jealous, you say that. You don't get to throw my past in my face. Yes, I've slept with a lot of women, but they were all aware of the terms. We were never anything serious, and it was never going to be anything serious. It was sexual release. So yes, we fucked in bathrooms. We fucked in changing rooms, hotels, and cars. We, however, never fucked in my bed. I never brought them home, and they knew that. No promises were being made that we would be anything else. There was no agreement to change it in the future. It was just sex. That was all."

Her face sank slightly at that. April had been the only person that came close to that. She'd been the only person I ever wanted in my bed.

"As for Sandy, she was just another. I don't see her or anyone else anymore. I haven't since you arrived here."

She took a few steps towards me. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Do you see me putting up with anyone else's emotional rollercoaster right now? No. I'm here handling you and your behavioral ass."

We stared at each other, and my eyes went to her mouth. I thought of that kiss, that quick smooch for our fake wedding. And Jesus, I wanted more. I have always wanted more.

April took a step closer, her breast pressing against my chest. "Am I sexual release, Weslie? Or am I your wife?"

"You are my wife," I growled and pulled her in, kissing her. I expected her to pull away, but she didn't. April kissed me back with just as much need. She moaned as I reached down, cupping her ass and pressing her flat against me.

We fumbled back a few steps, and I pinned her against the wall. I broke the kiss, inhaling her scent. She smelt amazing, and my cock jerked at it.

"Oh, fuck me," she whimpered.

"That's a bad idea," I said, biting her neck.

"Please," she whined. "Please, just for tonight."

I wasn't going to fight her on that. If she was willing, I was taking it. I pinned her flat against the wall, deepening the kiss. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and her moan grew louder.

"Hands up," I growled, grabbing the hem of her shirt.

She pulled her hands up, and I yanked her blouse right over her head. I threw it aside and started unbuttoning her jeans. I yanked them down, kissing her stomach as I bent over.

I could hear her breath hitch as I placed my hands on her stomach. Her belly button was piercing, and the diamond twinkled in the low lights.

I pulled myself up, kissing her once more. I unclipped her bra, watching it fall on the ground. She pulled at my shirt, and I yanked it off.

We were moving down the hallway when I heard something fumble, but neither of us moved to fix it. I didn't care. I could have broken something, and it wasn't going to stop me.

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