6. Bay
six
Bay
“ A re you drawing a naked picture of me?” I glance over her shoulder, staring at the naked man on her tablet who looks an awful lot like me.
She has all my features exactly, from my muscular chest to my thick thighs, even my facial scars, which don’t seem as bad through her eyes. But what catches my eye is the large shaft between my legs.
I might be a virgin, but I know I’m bigger than most guys—even the ones in pornos I’ve tried to watch but got distracted by the lack of connection between the male and female leads, and she nailed my length and girth.
Her scream echoes through the room, making Charlie jump out of his dog bed and rush to her side as she slams her tablet face down on the coffee table. “Can you please forget that you ever saw that drawing?” she pleads. “It’s actually for my part-time job.”
My little fiancée is full of surprises. “Your part-time job is drawing porn?”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Some romance readers have trouble picturing certain scenes in their heads.
My drawings help with that." Her face turns a pretty shade of pink, and I fight the urge to kiss her lips.
"I get paid by the authors for my work." She lifts her chin, daring me to make fun of her career.
Teasing her is so much fun, I can't help myself. "So how much would a naked picture of me go for?"
"It's not for sale." She snatches her tablet from the coffee table with a glare and slams it against her chest as if she's shielding it from me.
"Okay, okay." I hold up my hands in fake surrender. "Enough talk about your job and my ah…picture. I'll make us something to eat."
The rain continues to fall as I make us some grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Not exactly summer food, but with the rain and wind outside, it seemed appropriate.
“I hope you like it.” I place a steaming bowl of soup and a hot grilled cheese on the coffee table in front of her before grabbing my own soup and sandwich, balancing two bottles of water against my chest with my forearm to avoid spilling hot soup on my T-shirt, then sitting on the couch next to her and setting everything down on the table.
"Thanks." She takes a bite of the sandwich, the cheese hot and melty, clinging to her lips as she scoops it up with her fingers and puts it in her mouth. "It's so good." She says around a bite. It takes all my willpower not to pick her up, sit her on my lap, and feed her that damn sandwich myself.
Instead, I grunt and finish eating my supper as we sit in silence.
"It's getting late. I should probably wash the dishes and go to bed."
"I'll take care of the dishes. You go ahead and go to bed." I grab her plate from her hand and get up from the couch. "I'll see you in the morning. Sounds like the storm is dying down. We might not be stranded here at all."
A big smile spreads across her face as her eyes light up, "Do you think we could get married tomorrow?"
After a good night's sleep, she'll probably change her mind about marrying me, even if it's only in name. But for tonight, I can dream. "Sure." I give her a reassuring smile. "As soon as the roads are drivable, we'll go to town and get married."
With a soft smile, she nods, "Thank you, for everything, Bay.
" She stands and walks over to me, placing a kiss on my cheek.
"Good night, Bay." Her lips linger on my cheek for a few seconds longer before she turns and walks toward my bedroom, and damn if I don't want to follow her and show her how much I want this to be a real marriage.
Instead, I pile up the dishes and quickly wash them before making a bed on the couch.
Silence fills the cabin as sleep eludes me in the dark of the night until the sound of moaning comes from my bedroom, which can only mean one thing—Jessa is pleasuring herself in my bed.
Visions of her naked, squirming in my bed until she comes, pop into my head. I try to turn the visions off, but they get stronger and stronger until I realize I've gotten off the couch and am standing in front of my bedroom door, seconds away from opening it.
Fighting a losing battle, I turn the knob and push open the door, claiming my fake fiancée the only way I can. "Our relationship might be fake, but I'll be damned if I let you come all over my sheets with your own hand."