Page 74 of Finding Hayes
Savannah
I fell forward,completely sated. My body felt like it was floating on air. Hayes maneuvered me like I weighed nothing, adjusting my body so I settled against him, my head on his chest.
Both of us were still panting. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, keeping me close.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
I pushed up onto my elbow to look at him. “Oh. My. Holy. Husband. We should have gotten fake married years ago.”
His lips turned up in the corners. When Hayes smiled, there was something extra sexy about it. He didn’t offer this to everyone, and you knew when he smiled at you that you were lucky. “That’s the last time you call this fake, and I won’t remind you again, woman.”
My head tipped back in a chuckle. “Fine. Whatever we’re doing, we should have done it years ago.”
“You like my tongue on your puss—” he said, and I covered his mouth with my hand.
“You have the filthiest mouth, Woody. You’re very… skilled.”
“Wait till you see what I can do with my dick.” He tugged me back down to lie on his chest.
“Well, the good news is that I was all worried about us staying in the same room, but this feels like a win-win. We pretend to be married, act like a real couple in every way, and give each other epic orgasms. It doesn’t get much better than this.”
“Careful, Shortcake. Don’t get too caught up in the orgasms, or you might fall in love with me.”
“Pfft… please. You’re the one who had a crush on me when we were teenagers. And that intense growl of pleasure that escaped your mouth just a few minutes ago tells me that I know how to please my man. So, you’re the one who needs to be careful,” I said, my tone laced with humor. “And I know an unattainable man when I see one. Why do you think I was willing to do this whole marriage thing with you?”
“Why?”
“Well, there’s no risk of anyone getting hurt. You haven’t had a relationship since the heathen. That’s a long time to be single.”
He gripped my hair and turned my head so I was looking at him. “And what’s your story? I don’t see you with a boyfriend.”
“Correct. I’m a girl with abandonment issues. My mother left my father and me for her lover, and she has a new family with him. And sure, we are all on good terms now, but that doesn’t mean I forgot those painful years. Also, I thought my lifelong best friend betrayed me in the worst way, up until finding out recently that none of that was real. But those are some deep-rooted fears I have now. Obviously, I can’t date a man who has commitment issues. So, yeah, I’ve been single for a long time, not because I don’t want to get married, but because it needs to be the right man. A guy who makes me feel safe, but challenged and loved, as well.”
“Wow. You’ve put a lot of thought into this whole relationshipthing, yet you agreed to marry me in all of fifteen minutes in River’s office, knowing what a horrible husband I would make?”
Why did he sound so wounded?
“My husband is such a caveman,” I said with a laugh. “You’ve got such a tender heart beneath that very impressive body of yours.”
“My heart is not tender, and stop evading the question.”
“Yes. I’ve put a lot of thought into what I want. I will not be in a relationship like my parents had. I will not hitch my cart to a man who doesn’t want me. I know how that story ends. And I’ve always wanted a big family because I hated being an only child, and a loveless marriage sucks for the kids. So, my children will live in a home that’s filled with love. Safe and happy with lots of laughter and parents who are nauseatingly in love. That’s probably why Abe put that ridiculous stipulation in the will.”
“Why?”
“Because he thought I was being too picky.”
“How often do you date?” he asked, his gaze filled with curiosity.
“Usually three times a week.”
His eyes widened. “Three times a fucking week? Different dudes?”
“Yes. I live in the city. There are a ton of prospects. And guys swipe right a lot on me for some reason.”
“Of course, they do. Look at you.” He shifted me off of him and pushed to his feet, storming around the bed to get his briefs. I sat forward, pulling the covers over myself as I took in his toned ass before he covered it.
I was laughing again. “You sound jealous.”
