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Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Blakely

“Renn?” I whisper. The moonlight fills the room with a muted glow. “Are you awake?”

He runs his fingertips along my arm. “Yeah. I haven’t been to sleep yet.”

“Me either. And I just had a thought. It’s too late to do anything about it now, but I’m still curious.”

He hums, giving me the green light to ask.

“Foxx couldn’t see us today, right?”

Renn chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek.

I smack him. “ I mean it . I’ll be mortified if I have to look him in the eye and know he saw—or heard—what we were doing.”

“I’m sure he fucks, Blakely. He’s not a virgin.”

“That’s not the point.”

“He’s under an NDA. He won’t tell anyone how you sound when you’re moaning my name and begging me to fuck you harder.”

“ Stop it .”

His chuckle grows louder.

“Looks like I can’t go home now,” I say, shrugging. “I’m just going to have to stay here and avoid the humiliation.”

“Hey.” He moves so he can look me in the eye. “There’s not a damn thing for you to be humiliated about. You are every man’s dream.”

“I wish.” I press my cheek against him again. “I’m resolved to having fake marriages and negotiating pregnancies like it’s currency.”

He pulls me to him. “Stop it.”

I blow out an exasperated breath. “I don’t want to go home, Renn. Don’t make me.”

“I’m not making you. I’ll stay here with you. We can just become beach bums. You might have to go pro with your surfing to feed us.”

“Or we can video ourselves having sex and sell it online.”

“Excuse me? No one is seeing you naked besides me. Ever . Got it?”

I still at the insinuation. No one is seeing me naked besides him. Ever . That would mean…

“I don’t think I can promise you that,” I say carefully. “Four months from now when I’m replaying this afternoon, I might need to find someone to give me a hand.”

“Call me.”

I tuck my chin so he can’t feel me grin. “Oh, you’ll be busy, I’m sure. I don’t want to be needy.”

“You don’t want to be needy now?” He tickles me until I sit up. “You were awfully damn needy today, begging me to fuck you harder. And the night before when you told me exactly how you wanted my cock.”

I laugh, straddling him. His cock twitches beneath the blankets.

He takes my hands and laces his fingers through mine. He’s so handsome propped up against a set of white pillows with a sleepy smile.

“Well, if that’s needy, I’m needy then,” I say. “I have a lot more ideas on how I want your cock.”

He smirks. “I think I need to add an addendum to our agreement.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I get the first call you make when you want fucked for the rest of your life.”

I gasp. “What if I’m married to someone else?”

“I suppose I’ll have to be good enough, so you won’t want to marry anyone else.”

He squeezes my hands.

The energy between us changes—softens. He plays with my fingers, twirling my ring around my finger.

An elephant sits next to the llama in the corner, and neither of us knows how to address it.

“We go home tomorrow,” I say simply. “Back to real life.”

“Does this mean our honeymoon is over?”

I laugh. “Technically, yeah. I guess it does.”

“So I guess there are paparazzi camped out across the street from your house. Foxx told me today. We need to figure out how to get your stuff from your place to mine.”

I groan, rolling off him.

“Our security team can do it,” he says. “Or Ella, maybe, if you’d rather. I’d probably still want to send someone with her, though.”

My head starts to hurt.

This is reality, the thing I’ve been avoiding. The thing I’ve been dreading .

Just how different will my life be now ?

I take a deep breath. “I don’t need a ton of stuff. I mean, I can get things as I need them. There’s no sense in moving everything out when I’m just going to be moving everything back.”

He nods, not looking at me.

“And I don’t want security all the time, Renn. Honestly, I don’t. I can’t live like that.”

Slowly, he faces me. “I have to keep you safe. And until I know that you’ll be left alone, I can’t risk someone doing anything to you.”

The tenderness in his eyes slays me. It cuts me right to the core. I wrap my arms around his neck and lay on top of him, burrowing my face between his collar and jaw.

He rubs my back, pressing me against him like he’s afraid I might get up.

“How do I make this easier for you, cutie? What can I do to make you happy?”

I smile softly. “Let’s not go home. Let’s stay in our honeymoon bubble and pretend nothing else matters. I like the beach bum idea.”

“Well, we still have to go home and tell everyone goodbye. I need to cancel my contract with the Royals. Tell my dad to fuck off. You know—the usual.” He wraps both arms around me. “Do you like it here that much? Would you really want to live here, or are you being dramatic?”

I ponder his question, unsure about what I mean.

Do I like it here because he’s here with me? Because there’s no stress between us, only stress against us? Would I want to be here alone? Without him?

“If it were like this? I’d stay here in a heartbeat,” I say, finally. “All I have at home is Brock and Ella, and I’m sure they’d come to visit. I don’t know how I’d make a living or if I could afford it. But if life was like it has been the past couple of days …” I shrug. “It’s been the best days of my life.”

He snuggles me closer.

“But this isn’t real,” I say, for my own benefit as much as his. “It might feel like it …”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

The word drops into the room and then slowly fades away.

We sit together in silence, both lost in our thoughts.

The idea of leaving in a few hours makes me want to cry. As soon as we’re on the jet, the clock will start ticking to the end of our agreement. Although I wanted a contract, so to speak—a time limit on our commitment—now I regret it. I fucked myself.

“Blakely?”

“ Hmm ?”

“You know … We don’t have to end things right at ninety days, right? If we’re having fun and things are working out, we could … stay married.”

It’s such a confusing predicament.

On the one hand, my hopes rise sky-high at the thought of being with Renn for as long as I’d like. But on the other side of that token is reality—the longer I play pretend with Renn, the longer I go without having a real relationship.

This fits his lifestyle, no doubt. It’s fun. It’s sex. He’s not beholden to me forever.

He’ll happily walk away.

But forever— a forever with someone who loves me with their whole heart —is what I want. And sadly, he’s made it clear he’s not interested in forever … with me, anyway.

“I think what you’re wanting is for us to hang out,” I say. “To hook up now and then—not be married for real. Maybe we can work that out for a while, you know? But at some point in the near future, I want to find a real relationship and settle down.”

“Yeah.”

The hoarseness of the word catches my voice in my throat. I roll over, my heart thumping, and look him in the eye.

“But you are my husband right now,” I say, grinning.

It takes a moment—a long one—for his features to soften. “Sit up.”

I do as he asks, confused.

He rolls to the side, taking his pillows with him.

I laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Grab the headboard and spread your knees.”

My belly clenches. “What?”

“Now. Please.”

I grin. “Only because you said please.”

He smacks my ass as I crawl across the bed. I watch him over my shoulder as I place both hands on the back of the wooden headboard and spread my knees apart.

Renn slides back on the bed, grabbing my thighs and positioning himself between my legs.

Oh God .

Instantly, my pussy gets wet. My core turns into a pit of molten lava. My nipples bead as I look down at Renn’s mouth just inches from my opening.

“Sit on my face,” he says. “Let me taste that sweet pussy.”

“I won’t even make you say please this time.”

I lower myself until I’m hovering over his mouth. He clenches my thighs, pulling me down harder. Man, my legs hurt from surfing—and I didn’t even really surf.

“ Oh damn ,” I say, hissing into the air. And that’s not from pain. His tongue is pure magic. My head falls back as my eyes squeeze closed. “ Wow .”

Renn worships me—kissing, licking, and sucking my swollen flesh. I grind myself against his tongue, moving my hips like I’m sitting on his cock. He spoils me with attention. Ruins me with his enthusiasm. Destroys me with his dedication to making me come in his mouth.

There is nothing like this. No dirty talking, no foreplay—no sexual act this intimate and personal. This intentional.

“Can you taste me?” I ask, moaning as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Can you taste your come from this afternoon?”

His fingers bite into my thighs.

“The way you railed me earlier … So good, Renn. So good.”

My wetness coats my legs. I can feel it as I move my hands from the headboard to his hair. I wind my fingers in his silky strands and urge him to lick me harder.

“Just like that,” I say, pressing myself against him. “ Yes! Just like that .”

I start to shake and begin to fall forward. He clamps his hands down on my legs to keep me from moving. I reach for the headboard and try to steady myself against the array of bombs bursting inside me.

“Renn!” I yell, the one-syllable name extended to three. “Stop! I can’t take it. Fuck !”

He releases his grip and slides out from under me. I sag against the headboard, struggling to catch my breath.

His arm wraps around my front. He moves me around, laying me against the pillows. I’m a lump. Boneless.

“You seemed to like that,” he says, smirking. He wipes my juices off his face with the back of his hand. “Am I wrong?”

“Ha.” I start to move but wince. “You know I liked it, asshole.”

He puts a hand on either side of me and lowers himself until he’s hovering over me.

“I want you to remember that when you’re considering letting some other man touch you,” he says, staring me in the eyes. “There is nothing they can do that I can’t do better. Nothing they’re willing to do that I can’t outperform. They can’t make you come as hard or as often as I will. Don’t forget it.”

I don’t know if this is jealousy or a warning. Is it a playful flex at how good he gets me off? Or is it a thinly veiled attempt at staking his claim … to me?

Whatever it is, it’s hot as hell.

I grab his shoulders and lower his face to mine.

“I might forget,” I whisper against his lips. “You better show me again.”

He slides his tongue and his cock into me, making sure his point is made.

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