Page 85 of Make-Believe Match
“I do.” She angled her head a different way and gave me a sly smile. “You’re looking particularly happy this morning.”
“I’m feeling happy, Gran.”
“Married life agrees with you.”
I laughed. “I guess it must.”
“You’re even wearing a dress.” Gran’s eyes traveled approvingly up and down my body. “You hardly ever wear dresses to work.”
“Devlin and I have a meeting with a contractor this afternoon,” I told her, neglecting to mention that Devlin let it slip at our wedding reception that he loved when I wore dresses because my legs drove him crazy. “And later we’re going out for dinner to celebrate our one-month wedding anniversary.”
“How sweet!” Gran was elated. “Things are going well with the two of you?”
“Yes,” I said, glad it wasn’t a lie. “Things are going very well.”
* * *
“What do you think?” I looked over at Devlin, who stood at the edge of Otter Lake, surveying it beneath the shade of one hand. His brow was slightly furrowed. “I know it’s not huge, but do you think it has potential?”
“Definitely,” he said. “I’m even wondering if we could put in a little beach on the western shore there. Bring in some sand and build it up.”
My heart thumped happily, and I clapped my hands. “I vote yes!”
After walking the perimeter of the lake, we saw an old path leading into the surrounding woods and followed it, disappearing into the cool shade of the trees. The crisp fall air carried the scent of dried leaves and damp earth. After a minute, Devlin stopped and inhaled. “I love that smell. Reminds me of my childhood.”
“Me too.” Suddenly I was overcome with excitement for the future, joy at the prospect of bringing this place back to life, and gratitude for the man standing beside me. I looped my arms around his neck and pressed close to his body. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’re doing for me. Even if it’s not technicallyfor me. It’s making me very happy.”
His arms came around me. “I’m glad. I like seeing you happy.”
“Want to see me even more happy? Let’s ride the chairlift to the top of the mountain and look at the fall foliage!”
He laughed. “Not. A fucking. Chance.”
I pouted, and he caught my lower lip in his teeth before sealing his mouth to mine. His hands roamed over my back and his tongue swept into my mouth. When he grabbed my ass, pulling me against the bulge of his erection, I moaned with regret.
“I have to go back to work,” I told him.
“But it’s our anniversary. And I want a present.” He pivoted and put my back against a thick oak tree, grinding his hard length against me. “Give me fifteen minutes.”
My lips curved into a grin. “Where have I heard that before?”
“Maybe I’ll only need five minutes. Fuck, I’m so hard.” Reaching beneath my dress, he inched his fingers inside the edge of my underwear, slipped them easily inside me. “Jesus. Make that two minutes.”
“Devlin, we can’t do this out here.”
“The hell we can’t.” He dropped to his knees and yanked my panties to my ankles, then tossed one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his tongue in my pussy.
My cry of surprise pierced the empty woods, and a frightened squirrel scampered up a nearby tree. Devlin gripped my hips, refusing to let up, feasting hungrily. Moans of pleasure escaped my throat—I couldn’t help it—and I worked my fingers into his hair, clutching tight. In no time at all, I was coming hard all over his mouth.
With a grunt of impatience, he leaped to his feet and unbuckled his jeans. Freed his cock. Gave it a few quick, hard pulls. Then he lifted the bottom of my dress and hitched up one of my legs, and before I even had time to catch my breath from the first climax, he was driving me toward the second.
He fucked me hard and fast, and I cried out at the height of each powerful thrust, so loud that Devlin put a hand over my lips to muffle the sound. I sucked his thumb into my mouth and caught it between my teeth. I clawed the back of his shirt so hard I thought my nails might rake right through it. He shoved in further, burying himself inside me, pinning my lower back to the tree and moving his hips in small, quick thrusts that made my body seize up around his cock and then release all its tension once more—from a different place this time, somewhere deeper and more secret. With a long groan, he stiffened, and with three final strokes, he was lost. I closed my eyes and relished every throb of him inside me.
Not only that, but the fact that he’d wanted me so badly, he had to have me right here, right now—even though he knew I’d be in his bed later. There was something so thrilling about being desired that way, especially by someone like Devlin. So handsome and smart and successful and charming. He could have anyone...yet here I was.
Maybe I wasn’t in love with him, but damn if I wasn’t in love with being his wife.
After the final shudder, he rested his forehead against mine. “What are the chances,” he said, breathing hard, “I could talk you into blowing off work for the rest of the day?”