How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,81
around sex, money, and fake marriages. No offense, Callie. I’m sure you have your reasons for this farce.”
“Well… I like money,” I said. “And sex. And Jackson has a really nice cock.”
Miranda rolled her eyes and looked at Liam.
“Uh, so, I guess our food should be coming out soon,” Liam said.
“I’m starving,” Jackson said. “Need to refuel so I can fuck my wife when I get home.”
“Seriously?” Liam asked. “You’re going to act like that?”
“Come on, we’re just lifting the mood,” Jackson said.
“I’m sorry if I’m being inappropriate,” I said. “This is all just crazy. Right?”
“It’s certainly something,” Miranda said.
“Better than waiting around for something to happen,” Jackson said.
“So how long does this last?” Liam asked. “Between you two?”
“Not sure,” I said. “What about you two? I mean, you’re engaged, right? When’s the big day?”
Jackson snorted.
“You’re an asshole, Jackson,” Miranda said.
“Oh, that one hurt so bad,” Jackson said.
“We don’t have a date yet,” Liam said, overpowering Jackson and Miranda. “We are just taking it slow. We’re both at a point where our careers have a chance to grow, so why rush anything? We’re together. What else matters?”
“I guess nothing,” I said. “Good for you. I mean, who cares, right? I don’t even know if I believe in any of that stuff. Engagement rings. Marriage. Why can’t you just be with someone?”
“You really think that?” Jackson asked me.
I looked at him. “Yeah. Why does anyone else have to get involved in it, you know?”
“You’re just saying that because you married him for money,” Miranda said.
“True,” I said. “But, again, I like money.”
“And my cock,” Jackson said.
“I heard,” Miranda said. “I’m so happy for you. And your cock.”
“Can we stop with the cock talk?” Liam asked.
“Fine,” Jackson said. “We are now a cock-free table.”
Other people started to look at us.
I looked at Jackson.
We both smiled.
I liked being obnoxious with him.
It was kind of our thing.
He reached under the table for my hand but didn’t try anything funny this time.
He just wanted to hold my hand.
Jackson’s hands grabbed my ass tight.
He pulled me down on his cock just as he started to come.
I threw my head back and let out a murderous scream as his cock pumped its load into me.
My breasts hung in his face and he buried his face between them, trading between left and right, kissing, flicking his tongue at my sensitive nipples, all the while his ass flexed, lifting, making sure there wasn’t a droplet left inside of him.
I was still wearing my dress.
He was still in his suit.
After all that couch teasing… I knew where I wanted this to happen.
Plus, after surviving dinner with Liam and Miranda, we both deserved a reward.
The conversation there switched from dry to awkward for two full hours until it was time to leave.
So the second I got into the apartment with Jackson, I pulled him to the couch.
I had decided to surprise him by not wearing any panties.
I sat him down, unzipped his pants, and the rest was beautiful and wild history.
I slowly rocked my hips back and forth a few more times, groaning each time I did so. He was just so… full… all the time…
Then I looked down at Jackson and took a deep breath.
“That was good,” he whispered.
“It was alright,” I said.
I wiggled my hips and stood up, leaving his cock aching and dripping… begging for more.
I lifted my dress over my breasts and kissed the air.
Jackson put his head back and took a deep breath.
I walked to the fridge to get a drink while Jackson aired his cock out.
“So, I have to ask, what’s the deal with your friend?”
Jackson laughed. “Liam? He’s… I’m not sure. He and Miranda have a strange thing going on.”
“They’re engaged though, right?”
“I guess,” he said. He started to adjust himself back into his pants. “All I can do is be there for him.” He stood up. “Right?”
“True,” I said. “They seem toxic.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“He likes the attitude and the resistance,” I said. “She’s like some challenge to him, you know?”
“You picked up on that?” he asked.
“It’s not hard to do,” I said. “I hope they figure it out. If that’s what a real engagement and soon-to-be marriage is, I’m glad we’re fake married.”
I handed Jackson a beer.
“Hey,” he said. “Cheers to fake marriages. This is the way to do it.”
“Agreed,” I said.
We clanked the bottles together and took a drink.
I looked at the bouquet of flowers again and shook my head.