Page 29 of Rejected Pretend Mate

He noticed me and smiled. "You made it."

I thought the one night would have stifled my need, but it was like throwing gasoline onto a fire. I felt hot, hungry for him suddenly. My wolf purred with want, and I felt wet.

God damn it! I suddenly felt like I was a teenager again.

He pushed off the fire truck and took a few steps toward me. "Want me to take your coat?"

I started sliding it off and watched as his eyes scanned over me. It stirred my insides up, and I felt hot.

"You look nice."

"As do you." I handed him my jacket as we started up the stairs to the party's location.

"Thank you for coming," he added. "I know you probably wanted to just stay home."

"I didn't exactly have a choice," I said jokingly as we started up the stairs. I could see everyone already deep in conversation and eating food. The kids were running around and playing games. The space was filled with laughter, and you could feel the comfort.

"You had a choice," he said. "You didn't have to come if you truly didn't want to."

"We have to keep up appearances," I added, turning to him. "And we can't do that if I stay inside all the time. If we want to look like we can't keep our hands off each other and that we honestly did get married, we need to look the part."

Weslie reached out, and his hand cupped the back of my head. He stepped into my space, and my breath hitched. My eyes looked down at his mouth, which curled up slightly.

He chuckled. "Whatever do you mean? We're totally convincing people we're in love." He leaned closer, and his lips pressed against mine in a rough kiss that brought me back to our sex fest.

I clawed at his skin, and his hands roamed over my body, igniting fire where he touched. And each thrust inside me felt wonderful. I wanted him deeper and faster. I was begging him.

I sank into the kiss, feeling my breath was being taken away. We tumbled back, and my back pressed against the railing.

"Would you two keep it together? " Someone spoke up, and Weslie broke the kiss. He smiled as he looked over his shoulder at the group. I felt my face grow a deep shade of red, embarrassed.

Of course, he kissed me. It was in front of everyone, so we would look in love and be unable to keep our hands off each other. It should make up for us ditching out the other night.

But a part of me wondered if there was more to it. What if he did it because he wanted me and not just to put a show on? After all, he had sex with me. Didn't that count for anything?

"Sorry," Weslie slid, sliding his hand down and wrapping his fingers around mine. "We haven't seen each other all day. I just couldn't help myself."

I scanned the group. The girls were grinning ear to ear, and the guys were laughing. I looked at my brother, but if he was unhappy, I didn't see it on his face. He knew we would have to be lovey-dovey to make this all look real.

Weslie looked back at me, smiling. "What else did you have in mind?"

I quickly tried to shake the kiss off and think about the conversation. "We need to go out in public more. People need to see us out and enjoying each other's company."

"You mean like the bar?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah. We could go out like that again."

"Do you want to go back to the bar?" He reached a hand up, moving some of my hair behind my ear. "Because you seemed a little uncomfortable there."

I had been, but if we wanted this actually to work, we needed to try again. I needed to try better. I couldn't let my jealousy get the better of me.

This was all to keep me safe and finally move on from Ivan, but I hadn't been doing a good job at that.

"We can go back. As long as you promise not to be near her." While I trusted Weslie not to do anything, I didn't trust her. She seemed like the type to wiggle herself into a place she shouldn't be.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. "Okay, dear." His words sent a chill down my spine, and I swallowed, trying to breathe. I could do this.

I smiled at him, and we turned, joining the rest of the group. I pushed everything aside and tried to enjoy myself.

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