Fake It till you Make It

Jack reached out to take my hand as I pressed on the ornate doorbell of my grandparents huge mansion.

I started, meeting his gaze.

He gave that cute lop-sided grin of his. “If we’re pretending we’ve just eloped we probably should behave as though we can’t keep our hands off each other.”

“Right.” My cheeks flushed. I had the bestest flat mate ever in the entire world. Not only did he pay all of his share of things on time, and keep the flat spotlessly clean, he also agreed to pretend to be my husband so I could avoid the string of blind dates my grandparents had arranged when I returned home for my cousins wedding.

“You’ve no idea how much I appreciate this.”

There was that grin again. I tried to ignore the warmth that spread through my chest at the sight. Jack was a friend, nothing more. We’d agreed when he moved in to keep things strictly platonic, it was too hard to find affordable accommodation in a nice spot, and neither of us wanted to ruin that by having a quick fling.

“Lizzie!” My grandmother opened the door and wrapped her arms around me. “And you must be Jack.” She held his shoulders and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “So lovely to meet you, come in, come in!”

Jack lifted the suitcase and followed me inside.

“I must say we were flabbergasted, we’d never heard of you at all until Lizzie told us she was married.”

“Yes, well, it was a bit of a whirlwind romance.” Jack winked at me. “Our eyes met and I just knew she was the one.”

“Right.” Grandma huffed. “I guess neither of you considered your families, and how important a wedding is in cementing the bonds of kinship between them.” She glanced at me. “You especially ought to have known.”

“Sorry Grandma, I just was so caught up in the moment I didn’t think.”

She turned away, but I’d swear she rolled her eyes as she did so. “Let me show you to your room. With such a late flight everyone else has gone to bed, and I trust you’ll excuse me to do the same.”

I nod, relieved to not be getting more of a grilling.

“Here you are.” She opened the door and said good night. Jack carried our suitcase in and I followed behind, my gaze falling on the queen sized bed.

The only bed.

Shit.

“There’s only one bed.”

Jack had the suitcase open, toothbrush in hand. He turned to me and frowned.

“Were you expecting something else?”

My face flushed.

“You were, weren’t you?” He grinned again, and came over to wrap his arms around my shoulders.

I close my eyes. “Every time I’ve stayed I’ve had to share a room with one of my cousins, and there’s always two single beds. I didn’t even think….” I shake my head. “What an idiot.”

“You’re Mrs Jack Springer for the next three days. You’re going to have to share a bed with your husband.”

I rested my head on his shoulder. “God. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I promise I don’t snore, and I’ll try to keep to my side of the bed.”

He shrugged, and went into the ensuite. “No apology needed.”

By the time he came out, wearing a t-shirt and boxers, I’d changed and tucked myself up in bed.

He slid in next to me and held out an arm. “Come snuggle.”

“You want to snuggle with me?”

He shrugged. “Why not? If you want to convince your family we’re married then we’ll need to look the part, so we may as well practise.”

I slid across, and snuggled in close, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulder. Being in his arms felt so right. Like I’d come home.

“Kiss me, Lizzie.”

I’d been wanting to kiss him for years. How could I not? I leaned forward, holding his gaze as he lifted a hand to stroke the side of my face. He pressed his lips against mine, his kiss sweet and gentle. He rolled over so he was facing me and I shifted closer, pressing my body against his. I could feel his erection through his shorts, and the thought he was hard for me made me wet. My tongue went searching for his, and he pulled me closer his mouth crushing mine.

He rolled on his back, pulling me with him so I straddled his hips, and I couldn’t help but rub myself against his hard on.

He groaned.

“Shit. Sorry.” I pulled away.

“Don’t be.” His hands grabbed my backside and held me there. “I’d like to make love to you, Lizzie.” He bit his lip, his gaze seeking out mine.

“Isn’t that taking this all a bit far? Won’t it be weird when we get home?”

“Only if we let it.”

I pulled my pyjama top over my head, and his gaze fell to my breasts.

“You’re a beautiful woman.”

I leaned forward to kiss him again, but now he flipped us both over, so he was on top, kissing my ear, nuzzling into my neck and leaving a trail of kisses along my shoulder. I pulled on his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head to expose his toned chest, and splaying my hands across it, playing with his nipples, rolling them between my fingers and thumbs.

He groaned again, and sat up to remove his shorts, while I removed mine.

He was gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was take his cock in my mouth but he pushed me back and delved between my legs, and soon my back was arching and my hips bucking as his tongue brought me to orgasm.

He kissed his way back up my body, grinning down at me as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close, his cock pressing against my opening.

“You’re gorgeous, Lizzie.”

“Just fuck me, Jack.”

His grin grew wider and he pressed his lips against mine as his cock pushed inside.

I gasped, gripping his shoulders. He was gentle at first, slow easy thrusts as we kissed, my insides electrified everywhere his skin pressed against mine. He broke away, holding my gaze as his thrusts increased, and soon we were both gasping as we came.

“Shit. I forgot a condom.”

I shrug. “I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”

He grinned, and kissed me again.

“Damn you’re sexy, Lizzie.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

His gaze held mine. “You know we could make this real, if you wanted?”

“Real? What, our fake marriage.” I laughed, but he nodded, his expression serious.

“You want to marry me?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “We already know we can live together, and now I know you’re as hot in bed as you are out of it — ” He wiggled his eyebrows and me and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously, Lizzie. What I said to your Grandma today was true. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, but I was too scared to do anything about it in case you didn’t feel the same. But after tonight — ” His gaze burned into mine. “After tonight I think you do feel the same, don’t you?”

I pressed my lips against his.

“I do.”

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