Chapter 14 Noah
Noah
Now I pronounce you husband and husband.
I am lying on the hotel’s bed while my husband is in the shower.
That’s unreal. I know this is fake, and I should not get my hopes up, but would you keep your feet on the ground if you were married to an absolute God?
What was that? No? You wouldn’t? Same. My feet are floating with the rest of me somewhere on a cute little pink cloud.
Maybe it’s the reader in me. I am a romantic.
What can I say? Rachel is going to freak out if she ever finds out about this.
Here I was judging her life choices, and what did I do next?
I married my fucking stalker. As if that’s not enough, I can say with confidence that I am also falling for my stalker. Which is questionable at best.
I will admit, though, I have had worse ideas in my life. Being married to Leo doesn’t seem as bad as it should, and I wonder if something is wrong with me or if I just tricked this guy into marrying me. Probably both.
“You know a good husband would join me in the shower and help scrub my back for me.” Leo shouts from the shower, and there it goes, my last fuck to give.
So, what if I tricked him? He seems happy enough to be married to me, probably because he is still under the impression that this is nothing more than a ‘get out of prison’ arrangement.
I am starting to feel otherwise. Hell, I am ready to ask for a honeymoon. Hawaii is nice at this time of year.
A low giggle escapes me as I leave the bed and walk to the bathroom. “Interesting,” I say as I pull the curtain.
Leo, who’s all soaped up and wet, turns to look at me with a grin on his face. “Hop in, pretty boy.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I shed my clothes and enter the small shower, pressing my body against his as I step behind him.
I pass my finger tips over the wet skin on his back, down to his hips, sliding them over his waist, and then his stomach.
Until they are wrapped around his cock and a low sound of approval escapes him.
I slowly stroke his already hard dick, soap and all as I kiss his back.
Soft kisses, one by one, placed in a line from the back of his neck, to the middle of his back.
My hand works him harder and I see him place his hand on the shower wall in front of him to steady himself as his eyes roll in the back of his head, and his cum coats the shower wall.
Leo tries to steady his breath, eyes closed, my hand still around his cock, as he speaks.
“That’s not what I meant.” He attempts a joke, but his words are barely a sound now.
Just a whisper lost in the moment. He turns around.
His lips find mine, and it’s a kiss that doesn’t say this marriage is fake.
It’s a kiss that says mine. And I want nothing more than to be his.