Page 10 of Breakout (Walker University #3)

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T oday has felt surreal. It’s almost like everything that happened is some weird fever dream.

Am I really married to Beckett Hayes?

The little paper ring he slipped on my finger says it’s true, even if it’s hiding with its sister in my jewelry box.

Still, the day went on as normal. I went to class, did homework, and now I’m at work. Life is moving on as if something monumental didn’t just happen.

Maybe it didn’t. Maybe I’ve got my emotions mixed up. After all, the marriage is fake.

Yet, I still feel like it was important.

Beckett Hayes will always be my first husband, no matter if it’s real or fake. He will always own a part of me, as I will him.

“Your order is up,” Carl says, snapping me out of my daydream.

I smile at him as I head back to my section. I almost spill my tray of drinks when I see my new table.

Sitting front and center is Beckett, his eyes drinking me in. He’s surrounded by his normal group of Clay, Grace, Brett, Wyatt, Cora, and Kellan.

My heart begins to race in my chest.

Will they know?

They might get a good idea of something happening if Beckett doesn’t cool down. The eyes he is shooting at me are saying he wants to devour me. My body is reacting as if we are the only two people in the room. I can’t have this.

After dropping the drinks off, I head over to their table.

“Hey, guys. What brings you in tonight?” I ask, shooting Beckett a glare.

That only makes him smile wider.

“We are celebrating,” he answers.

My smile drops.

He didn’t.

“Oh really?” I stare Beckett down, giving him my meanest look I have.

“Guys, you are being ridiculous. This is silly,” Grace says, grabbing my attention.

When I look at her, I find her cheeks red as she attempts to hide her embarrassment.

“No, it isn’t, babe. You worked on that paper for months. I’m so proud of you for getting an A on it,” Clay tells her.

Relief fills me, along with disappointment. I know it’s best if we don’t tell them, but part of me was glad it was out in the open.

“Grace, stop being coy. You took that paper and kicked its ass,” Cora adds in.

I realize they are talking about the marketing paper she had to write. Basically, she had to pretend she was a startup and detail how she would go about taking a step-by-step strategy to increase visibility and profits. All very boring stuff, but she’s been killing herself over it.

“I think this calls for cake,” I tell her, smiling proudly.

“Can I smash it into your face?” Beckett asks, drawing confused looks from everyone.

“Hell no, you perv. I’ll go put your drink orders in. Seriously, Grace, I’m ending your meal with some cake. I’ll be right back.”

I head over to the machine and put in their drink orders while also putting in a celebration cake for the end of the meal. Then I head back to the stockroom to see if we have something special to give her on her cake. I thought I saw some sprinkles the other day.

As soon as I step into the room, I feel a body slide in behind me.

I know it’s him. Of course he would follow me.

“You’re being obvious. Try to keep your eyes off of me,” I tell him without turning around.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Then he nuzzles my neck, making me giggle from being ticklish.

“I can’t help it if the thought of you being my wife turns me on. You look fucking sexy in this little getup.” He tugs on the bottom of my shirt.

It’s nothing special. A black polo that is low cut and a pair of black pants. Yet, the way his hand slides across my stomach has me feeling like I’m wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world right now.

“We are going to get caught,” I whisper as his hands slide into the waistband of my pants.

“I want to touch my wife. Are you going to deny me?” he asks.

I shiver as he nips my neck.

I don’t speak as he finds the proof that what he is doing is turning me on. My head falls back to his shoulder as my eyes close while he begins to press against my clit.

“Beck,” I moan, pressing my ass back into his erection.

“Shh,” he whispers as he licks and sucks the skin of my neck.

When he thrusts his finger inside of me, I gasp. It feels so good.

“Be a good little wife. Bite that lip and stay quiet,” he whispers against my ear, his free hand sliding up my shirt to squeeze my breast.

My pussy clenches at him calling me his wife. He notices right away.

“Mmm, you like that, huh? You like being my wife?” When I clench again, he chuckles. “Yeah, I like you being my wife too. With this tight little body just ready for your husband to demolish. You want me to fuck your pussy until you come all over me, wife?”

I bite down on my lip until I taste my own blood as he thrusts into me harder.

“Come on my fingers, wifey. Let me taste your desire.” He bites my earlobe at the same time as he pinches my nipple as he thrusts into me relentlessly.

I come, barely withholding my scream as he holds my body against his. I sag in his arms, my body truly well spent. My legs are tingling.

He pulls his hand from my pants, sucking his fingers into his mouth before licking every last bit of my essence from his hand.“Mmm, my favorite flavor,” he hums against me as he turns me into his arms.

Then he kisses me deeply. I kiss him back, my hands on his shoulder to try and stay upright. When he finally pulls away, I’m breathless.

He smirks at me as he helps me stand on my own two feet.

“I can’t wait to consummate this marriage later. I convinced Kellan to take Cora on a date and bring her back to our place, so I’ll meet you at yours after work.”

I nod, still so blissed out that I don’t bother to argue.

“Good wife.” He winks at me before pressing another kiss to my lips and then leaving me alone.

I grab the sprinkles off the shelf and head back toward the server station. I drop them there before grabbing the group’s drinks and heading back to the table.

“Here you go,” I tell them, handing out the drinks.

“Are you okay?” Cora asks.

“What? Why?” I ask, my face flushing.

“Your lip is bleeding, and you have a red mark on your neck.”

It takes everything within me not to openly glare at Beckett. Even so, I can still see his proud smirk in my periphery.

“I was carrying a tray, and it pinched my neck. When I jumped from the pain, I bit my lip. It’s been one of those days.” I force a laugh.

Grace looks at me concerned but doesn’t say anything. Cora only gives me a knowing grin.

This is already going so badly.

I don’t know if I can fake this with Beckett. I have no choice, though.

They say fake it till you make it.

God, I hope we make it.

I am antsy as hell waiting for Peyton to send me the text.

Per usual, I watched her from afar, following her until she got home. She’s been in her dorm for thirty minutes now and still no text.

Has she changed her mind?

Part of me wants to say fuck it and head up anyway, but the other part reminds me that patience will reward me soon enough.

So I stay in the car and wait.

Maybe I went too far earlier. She hates PDA, but when I saw her head down the hall, I couldn’t help but follow her. I was itching to touch her. To remind myself that this is real. That she is real.

She’s my wife.

The paper ring I gave her was a nod to the way we began. Something that seems flimsy and that won’t last, but I skipped class today and went to buy her a real ring. One that is dainty and understated. I would have bought her the biggest diamond in the place, but she wouldn’t want it.

So instead, I found a small, delicate-looking twist design wedding band. It is covered in diamonds all the way around, accented by rose gold. It will look beautiful on her finger when she is ready for it.

I only have to wait for the right time to give it to her. When she finally believes that this is real. That what I feel for her isn’t some fairy tale she’s made up in her head. That she can trust me with her heart and soul.

Now’s not that time, though.

Wife

Come over?

I smile at her new name on my phone. It was impulsive of me to change it, but I couldn’t help it. If one of the guys saw, they would be all up my ass about it, but fuck them.

She is my wife. God, I love saying that.

Me

Already here waiting for you. Be up in a second.

Usually I wouldn’t admit that, but tonight is different. Tonight we cement the fact that this marriage may appear to be fake to her, but it’s not for me. Tonight, I will be making love to my wife.

My body shivers at the thought.

I hurry up to her room and knock on the door. She opens it, looking nervous.

Stepping inside, I close the door behind me. “Why do you look like you want to puke?” I ask her.

“This is overwhelming. We are married, Beckett. Like husband and wife.” She looks up at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, I know. I haven’t forgotten, just like I haven’t forgotten how much you enjoy being my wife. The way your pussy clenched around my fingers every time you owned your new title. So why are you freaking out now?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess it finally hit me. We got married this morning. This is crazy.”

I take two steps toward her until I am close enough to pull her into my arms. Then I take her mouth with mine, kissing her until she is senseless. When I finally pull away, she looks up at me, dazed.

“Marrying you is the most exhilarating thing I’ve done in my life. It’s the only thing I have ever done that is truly for myself. If you don’t want to be married, we can annul it right now, but if you want to go through with this, then let’s consummate it. Make it permanent.”

She gasps, looking up into my eyes. “We agreed to divorce once everything is settled.”

I give her a chaste kiss. “That’s what I meant.”

It’s a lie, though. I don’t plan to ever divorce her.

“So what’s it going to be?”

She frowns. “I can’t shut my mind off.”

I smile at her. “I can help with that, if you are willing to trust me.”

She looks up at me from underneath her eyelashes. “I do trust you, Beck. More than anyone I have in my life.”

“Good. Then you relax and let me take your mind off things.”

Then I kiss her again. And again. I keep kissing her until she is breathless.

“Is it working?” I whisper against her lips.

“Getting there.” She smiles as she keeps her eyes closed.

Taking that as a good sign, I kiss and nip down her neck. I can still see the mark I left earlier in the evening. She was so mad about it, but I felt nothing but pride.

I marked her for the world to see, even if she made up an excuse for it.

I continue to kiss her skin, only stopping to strip her of her shirt, then her bra. As I suck her nipple into my mouth, my hand begins to undo her pants. Pushing the material down, I have her naked as I help her step out of them.

“On the bed, wife,” I growl.I don’t miss the shiver as she does as I ask.

I quickly rid myself of my own clothes before grabbing the box of condoms I brought with me.

“Presumptuous, are we?” she jokes.

I look down at her naked body, my eyes taking her in. “You’re mine now, Peyton. I’m going to own every bit of your body. So yes, I am presumptuous because I’m going to show you what it means to be my wife.”

She swallows hard as I climb between her legs. Leaning down, I take her lips with mine as my hand finds her opening, swiping through her wetness. I circle her clit with my thumb as I push two fingers inside of her. She presses down as I thrust up, groaning into my mouth.

“So wet and ready. You want to be my wife, don’t you? You like knowing you own this dick?” I pull my fingers from her, painting her lips with them before sucking them into my mouth.

She moans out my name, making me smile.

“That’s right. This pussy belongs to me now.”

“Beck, please,” she keens.

“I’ve got you, Pey. I’ll take care of you,” I promise her as I line up my cock.

Slowly, I press into her, making her arch her back up as she lets out a satisfied mewl.I start to thrust into her as I shower her face, neck, and chest with kisses.

“You’re so beautiful. Perfect. Mine,” I tell her as I continue to worship her body.

This is way more than the fucking we normally do. This is my way of proving to her that this isn’t temporary for me. I want her for life.

She can’t handle the words right yet, but her body is accepting the way my body is making its own vows. Showing her that we will always be there to bring her pleasure.

“Beckett,” Peyton purrs, her body going rigid as her pussy clenches around me tightly.

I groan against her skin as she pulls my own orgasm from me.

In the aftermath, we are both quiet as I continue to give her soft kisses with my lips and caresses with my hands.

The moment is tranquil. It’s everything I hoped it would be for us.

In this moment, I truly feel like we are husband and wife.

That she will be mine forever.

If I have to, I will make love to her every day just to see the blissful smile on her face that she has right now.

So that she stays so dazed that she never leaves, because tonight proved one thing.

I can’t live without her.

I don’t want to.