What had been clear was that she didn’t want anything more from me than to get through this bet. I didn’t believe that, of course. She’d kissed me back at the senior center. Her nipples had hardened, pressing into my chest as I devoured her mouth. No, she wanted me. She just didn’t want to want me. Of course, in the end, it didn’t matter that she was denying her own attraction to me. No was no, and I would respect that. It made me crazy to no end. I woke up every morning with a hardon after dreaming of her sexy mouth on my dick. I wondered what she’d do if she knew I was jerking off to her every morning with the image of her sucking me off? I didn’t want to find out, so I kept it as my own little secret.
So on this lazy Sunday, I’d left her alone as I had for the previous several days. I’d taken a run which was a form of meditation as well as exercise for me. Some of my best songs were written while I was running, and today was no different as I arrived home with the beginnings of a song that I thought the band would like.
When I got back home, Trina was locked away in her room. I headed to the shower and continued to work out the song that had come to me during my run. Eventually, I knew I needed to get my guitar and play what I was hearing in my head. I exited the shower and went to my room. I was naked, but my door was closed, as I picked up my guitar and started to play and sing the song that I was getting more excited about.
I was working through the bridge of the song when the door flew open, and Trina barreled in startling me.
“Do you always have to play that blasted—” The rest of the sentence seemed to catch in the back of her throat as she took in my state of dress, or more accurately, the lack of dress. Her gaze drifted down, and my poor dick didn’t stand a chance as he started to perk up at Trina’s wide-eyed admiration of him.
“Is there something you need?” I asked.
Her gaze jerked back up to my face. “I…ah…”
I’d never seen Trina at a loss for words. I’d also never seen her look at me like I was dessert. I liked it. A lot.
I set my guitar down and moved closer to her.
She blinked and then stammered, “Never mind.” Then she ran from my room.
I blew out a breath and decided to let her go. But as I went to pick up my guitar, her lovely face showing admiration for my body came back to me. My dick grew hard again.
Fuck. I grabbed a pair of clean running shorts and slipped them on, but didn’t bother with a shirt. I strode down to her room and knocked on the door. She didn’t answer, so I opened it and stepped in. She was in the middle of the room looking a little dazed.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Yes. How about we talk about how there should be locks on the door so people can’t just barge in,” she said.
Ah, there she was, I thought. “You didn’t bother knocking when you came barging in my room. You might have avoided seeing me naked if you’d taken the time to knock.”
Her expression suggested she knew I was right, but she still didn’t like it.
“We’re living together for the time being. Married even. You can’t freak out just because you see my dick.” Then a thought came to me that maybe she’d never seen a naked man before. “You have seen a dick before, haven’t you?”
She pursed her lips. “Is that what that was? I was worried you had a growth.”
I gave her a wicked grin. “It was growing all right.”
She rolled her eyes. “This marriage is fake and that means no nudity.” She used that tone teachers used to set down the rules. That was the thing about Trina, she liked rules and order.
“I like my version of this marriage better. It sounds more fun,” I said.
She pushed me back, her warm hands on my chest. “Get out.”
I liked seeing the fire in her gray eyes. “This is my house.”
“If we’re fake married, half of it is fake mine.”
I pretended to ponder that. “Have you noticed that this marriage is fake only when it benefits you?”
“It’s all fake,” she said, her eyes scanning my chest in a way that suggested she wanted to explore it. But she fought it by pushing me again.
I wrapped my fingers around my arms and pulled her close to me. She was warm and smelled sweet despite her sour disposition.
“This isn’t fake.” I pressed my hard dick against her belly, loving the flash of heat in her eyes and the hitch of her breath in response. I waited, wanting to give her a chance to push me or tell me no. I could see a tug-of-war going on in those pretty gray eyes. She was aroused. She wanted me, and it annoyed her.
I gave her a slow, knowing smile. “I think it’s about time I taste my wife again.”
Again, I waited for her response.
“You fight me on everything, Katrina. How about for once, you just let go and live?”
When she didn’t push me away, I dipped my head toward her and like an answer to my prayer, she leaned toward me. I pressed my lips to hers, at first soft and tentative, worried she might bite, literally. When she didn’t, I turned up the heat of the kiss. I was firm and thorough, planning to stay there and kiss her for as long as she’d
