Page 47 of Finding Hayes
We’d been hanging out so much and spending all this time together, and of course, Hayes was a beautiful man. Who wouldn’t react?
It was normal to feel things. But obviously, we had a history, and I knew how this story would end.
Red flags were going off in my head, but my body was on fire.
Desire and want and need—they took over.
My fingers scratched along his hair, and our breaths werethe only audible sound.
I ground against him, up and down. Faster and faster.
Desperate for release.
Desperate to feel something because it had been so long.
What am I doing?
My thoughts were spinning, and I knew I needed to get myself under control, and just as my body started to tingle, I abruptly stopped moving.
I pulled my mouth from his, and his eyes locked with mine once again. His lips were so freaking plump and perfect, and it infuriated me that I wanted to kiss him again.
This. Wasn’t. Real.
He was my fake husband.
A man who’d agreed to marry me so that I could inherit millions of dollars.
I would not blur the lines. I would not be made a fool for a second time.
I wiped my hand over my mouth and calmed my breathing. “Well, we got that out of the way. Now, let’s go get hitched.”
He didn’t say a word as I slid off his lap and back onto the passenger seat. He got out of the truck and came around to my side just as I stepped out and shut the door. I tried to move past him, but his big body blocked me, my back pressing up against the passenger door.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Of course. It was fine.”
“It was fine?” He frowned. “You didn’t act like it was fine when you were dry humping me like it was your day job.”
I gaped at the bastard. “Well, you can’t control your erection around me, so what’s a girl to do when you pull her onto your lap with that gigantic thing between her legs?”
He smirked. “He does seem to like you.”
“It was a kiss. A one and done. I know that’s your specialty. Now, let’s go seal the deal, Lover.”
“Such a bossy little wife,” he said, taking my hand in his and leading me toward the door of the courthouse.
The next hour was fairly uneventful. One other couple got married before us. Jonathan and Loraine. It was the second time they were marrying one another. They told us their whole love story on our way out of the courthouse. We learned about their own children, their children from the marriages they’d had after they’d divorced, and their grandchildren. It took them a while to find their way back to one another, but here they were.
I loved a good happily ever after.
I could tell that Hayes couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they would get married for a second time.
“What made you come to Magnolia Falls to get married?” I asked, because they’d told us that they weren’t from here.
“We used to come here in the summers when our kids were young. And then life got busy, and we stopped coming. So, when we decided to get married again, we knew this was the place we wanted to do it,” Loraine said.
“How about you two? I’m guessing it’s your first marriage? Have you dated long?” Jonathan asked.
