Page 60 of Just (Fake) Married
HARMONY
Harmony: I might have made a mistake marrying Ethan.
Sunshine: Ya think?!!!!!!!!
Harmony: I need you to support me without judgement. Can you do that from your big city office?
Sunshine: No. This whole thing is ridiculous. Pack your things and run away right now!
Harmony: I can’t. Not yet. The town needs me. Our family needs me.
Sunshine: Okay. Fine. Please just do me a favor, and no matter what. DO NOT sleep with this guy.
Harmony: Got it.
Apparently,three orgasms delivered unto me by Ethan McGraw –my husband– sent me to sleep in that bed like I was a drooling teenager. I slept so hard I woke up unable to figure out where I was.
The beautiful room, the sunshine leaking in under the thick curtains. The weight of the duvet and the silky smooth cotton sheets.
The quiet.
Where in the world…?
Had I beenkidnapped?
Oh, that’s right. I sat up. I was in the belly of the beast, and last night I’d let that beast do all kinds of things to me.
I jumped out of bed, like even enjoying my sleep so much was a slippery slope to…what, I wasn’t sure. I was already married to the guy.
Talk about completely and totally unexpected. The wedding and the wedding night. I stood there in my sweatshirt, my panties on the floor beside the bed, because they’d been too wet to sleep in, and tried not to remember every incredible moment.
That woman last night on the couch – multi-orgasmic and rather easily satisfied – I’d never met her before. Never even imagined her before. Except now that I’d met her, I was wondering where she’d been all my life.
Because she wasawesome.
I showered quickly, like I could rinse away the sensation of his hands on my skin. Surprise – I could not. In fact, soaping up my body brought parts of last night back like they were happening all over again.
I stroked my breast. Remembering the way his tongue felt against my nipple. How my nipple felt in his mouth.
I turned the water to cold, like I was a cat in heat that needed to be hosed off.
Quickly, I got dressed, brushed out my hair, and then tied it up in a knot on my head. I put on a little makeup and stepped carefully out of my bedroom door, the animals at my heels.
I moved as quickly and as quietly as I could down the steps, and bypassed the kitchen entirely. I wasn’t ready to see Ethan again after last night. I needed more time to process what happened and try to put it in some kind of box.
A multiple orgasm box.
Reaching for the heavy front door, it was suddenly pushed open, letting in bright sunlight, a cold wind, and Carter and Mac McGraw.
Jenny and Bruce went nuts and the small foyer echoed with barking and honking.
“Oh crap,” Mac said. He bent down and let Jenny sniff him and she immediately calmed down and stepped closer for a pat. “You are worse than that alarm system Dad installed a few years ago.”
“Why is my dog being nice to you?” I asked, because since going blind, Jenny wasn’t super nice to anyone except Bruce.
“We go way back,” Mac said, and I realized he must have snuck over to our house during his ill-fated romance with Amity.
“Will someone…” Carter was wedged in the corner with Bruce, one wing fully outstretched the other at half-mast. “Control this fucking thing?”
