Page 37 of Just (Fake) Married (Calloways vs. McGraws #1)

TWENTY-FIVE

ETHAN

Man, I’d forgotten the way snow fell in Last Hope Gulch, like it was the end of the world. The clouds went grey and the wind kicked up. Making the world outside the ranch turn white and opaque. I’d sent Mrs. Walker home early.

The cattle weren’t calving yet, so no one had to go out tonight. The bunk house would be full of everyone hunkered down for the storm. I imagined the drinking and card playing had already started

I stood at the window waiting for Harmony to pull her truck up safely. I wasn’t worried. She knew what she was doing in this kind of weather. But I wasn’t going to relax until I saw her.

My brother’s words rang in my head.

She was my best friend.

I didn’t have a lot of friends. I had my brothers and some colleagues back in Seattle. Tag, obviously, but he was just like a brother. Dr. Xio. And that was it.

Harmony was breaking new ground in my life and not just as a fake wife or a hot fuck.

She was a friend.

When the headlights of her old Ford truck sliced through the blowing snow I couldn’t control the surge in my blood. The sudden thickening of my cock.

She was home. She was safe.

Even if nothing happened, even if we just ate the stew and drank some wine in front of the fire, it was a better night because she was in it.

In anticipation of that, I went to the kitchen and turned the flame on under the stew that Mrs. Walker had left for us, along with some crusty, homemade bread. I pulled out a bottle of red wine from my dad’s collection and opened it. I heard the front door open and the shuffling in of her animals.

The sounds of the honking and barking weirdly, and I do mean weirdly, made me smile. Only her. Harmony was one of a kind and if I had to be fake married to someone, I was glad it was her.

“Hello?” she called out, and I was relieved. Part of me was afraid she might have just gone right upstairs to her bedroom and I wanted more time with her.

Like I wanted to store it all up so I would remember it when I left.

“Back here!” I said, and poured wine in a glass and took it with me to the stove to stir the stew.

“Hi,” she said, coming in the kitchen wearing her thick jacket and a knit hat.

“Hey,” I said. “It’s really coming down, huh?”

“Yeah,” she took off the hat and stuffed it in her pocket. “We’re supposed to get nine inches.”

I swallowed my completely inappropriate response. What was wrong with me that I was turning into a dirty-minded teenager?

“You hungry?” I asked, still stirring the stew.

“Not yet…but the wine looks good.”

I poured her a glass, and, still in her coat, she took a big sip. Gulp? Okay, she drank half the glass, if I was being honest.

Then she met my eyes, dead on. Like she was a woman on a mission and I was the mission.

Now it was my time to gulp.

“There’s more of that, yeah?” she asked

“Lots,” I said.

“Good.” She took a deep breath. “Bring it upstairs. Your room.”

Glass in hand, she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen. Grinning, I turned the heat off under the stew, grabbed the bottle and another one just in case. I made my way through the old house, filled with memories of my childhood, ready to go make some amazing new ones in my old bedroom.

All the bedrooms had chairs. Mine had two. I’d insisted on a desk when I was in high school and so I had a desk chair and an armchair. I set the wine on the end of my desk and sat down in my desk chair. She could have the armchair.

When she came in, her glass was empty and she was wearing a thin-t shirt and a clean pair of jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she’d put on mascara. A little lip gloss. I smiled at the sight of her.

“This one is my favorite,” she said, and plopped a vibrator on my desk. It was one of the long silicone ones with the part that stimulated the clit. It was hot pink. As pink as her cheeks.

My teenage-self would have combusted at such an event. Here, in the room, where I played video games and masturbated.

I was on her so fast, the breath came out of her in a surprised huff. I lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapping around my hips, and walked us backwards towards the bed.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she laughed. I paused at the end of the desk.

“Grab that, would you?” I asked, and she reached down to pick up her vibrator. To my delight, she shoved it in my back pocket.

The backs of her legs hit the side of the bed and her squeak of surprise made me smile.

I reached up and pulled the band out of her hair and slipped it over my wrist.

My fingers rubbed over her scalp and I wasn’t particularly gentle about it. Her eyes fluttered closed and I could feel her surrender as she sagged against me. The moan that came out of her throat went right to my dick.

Gathering up all that hair of hers in one hand, I tugged, making her head fall back, her throat revealed to me. I could see her heartbeat. The bob of her throat as she swallowed.

I lifted my other hand and covered that fragile skin with my palm. I felt more than heard her moan vibrating from her chest to mine.

“Take off your clothes,” I said, as I stepped back and pulled off my sweater, unbuckled my pants and shucked them down my legs. My underwear going with them. I stood, my hand around my cock, giving it a squeeze. A stroke.

She stood there, still dressed, watching. Her lips parted. Her cheeks pink.

I stood with my legs wide and gave her some more to watch. Squeezing the tip until I moaned. Her eyes flew to mine, wide.

“Your clothes,” I said. “Get them off.”

She pulled off that thin t-shirt, revealing a bra with white lace cups. Sweet and hot all at the same time. So much like her. Her jeans were pushed off.

“Underwear, too,” I said, and she hooked her thumbs in the light blue panties and shimmied them down over her hips and her long legs. She braced her hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of both. And now we were both standing in front of each other. Naked except for our socks.

“Are you cold?” I asked her. She shook her head. Her eyes on my cock. I took her hand and put it on me. Hissing at the touch of her cool fingers.

“Sorry,” she breathed.

“S’all right,” I said, sounding drunk. Her fingers were soft, with callouses at the base, and I loved the way it caught the skin of my dick as she stroked me.

“I want to suck it again.”

I shook my head and she blinked up at me.

“You’re too good at that, Harmony,” I told her. “I want this to last, so you need to keep that hot mouth away from me.”

She smiled, pink and bashful, like she’d never been told she was a fucking stick of dynamite in bed. That fucking ex-boyfriend of hers needed to answer for his bullshit.

“Lay back,” I said, and she sat down on the bed and scooted back so she was lying down in the middle of the quilt.

The fire in the room sent gold rippling over her breasts and I leaned over her to cup one in my hand.

She arched into me and bit her lip. I stroked her nipple, leaned forward to pull the other one in my mouth.

“Ethan,” she gasped, clutching at my head. I tongued her and sucked her into my mouth, rolling her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she was twisting against me. I reached over and picked up the vibrator.

Her breast came out of my mouth with a pop as I stood up. I put the vibrator in her hand.

“Show me,” I said.

“Ethan,” she whispered, clearly bashful.

“You brought it,” I said, stroking my cock again. “Now I want to see it.”

She took a deep bracing breath and pressed the bottom of the vibrator. It began to hum and twist in her hands. I stepped back, reaching between her legs to make sure she was wet enough. My fingers slipped inside of her. She moaned and bit her lip, her hand holding the vibrator falling to the bed.

“Show me,” I said, and kissed her belly before standing up again and taking a step back so I wouldn’t be tempted too soon. I wanted to see what this woman did when she was alone.

She braced her feet on the edge of the bed, spreading her knees out so she could slip the vibrator between her legs.

She touched the tip to her clit and jumped and then groaned, holding it there for a second, before sliding it between the lips of her pussy, spreading them wide with the silicone head.

She ran it up and down her slit a few times, touching the head to her clit and then backing off. I loved it.

The way she held her arms, her tits were squeezed together, the nipples so pink. Begging for their own attention. I reached forward and cupped her breast.

Her eyes flew wide and met mine. I smiled at her. “You’re beautiful,” I told her. She shook her head and I cupped her chin with my hand. “You’re beautiful. Now put it inside.”

Crouched over her like this, I didn’t see the vibrator slide into her pussy, but I saw the way her eyes rolled back in her head and how her body jerked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Fuck yourself like that.”

She whimpered, her eyes closed and her hands between her legs, easing the vibrator in and out of her body. Unable to stop myself, I looked down, watching it slide in. Tracking the way she pushed up just a little when she pushed back inside, like she was running the tip along the inside of her body.

I put my hand over hers. “Let me,” I said, and she dropped her hand, letting me fuck her with the vibrator.

I pushed it so the humming, rotating, buzzing thing was deep inside of her and then pulled it out before pushing it back in the way she liked it.

She arched, her arms out wide. “Oh my God,” she whispered.