“We define the lines; we can choose to blur them, or we choose to not cross them. Do you want to blur the lines?” I lean toward her.
“We will need to keep up appearances, there will be a line that will need to be crossed from time to time. But I would like to try to keep romance out of it.”
“Who says there needs to be romance? I’ve fucked before without it, sometimes you just need to get it out of your system, or sometimes you need something to make you feel good.”
“And you would want to… fuck me?” she asks.
“Added bonus?” I say jokingly.
“So, what am I to expect? Am I going to be swarmed by reporters? Will I need a bodyguard?”
“I’m not in the mafia, there will not be any craziness like that. But from time to time, yes, there will be local paparazzi that will follow us. There will be news reports talking about us.”
“Paparazzi, not just reporters?” she squeaks.
“They’re the same, they just report more salacious stuff. And speaking about salacious stuff, there’s probably something that I should talk to you about, but I need it to stay between you and me.”
She looks at me with confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“Before I say anything more, will we be doing this?” I ask. “I don’t want to rush you, but I also don’t want this major secret to be hidden, especially since it’s a part of me and I don’t want you to be blindsided.”
“Well, we’re already one foot into it, I’ve got nothing to lose. Are we sure about this?” She asks.
“I’ve got nothing to lose either. If anything, we become great friends, who can fuck.” I smirk, half serious as she pushes my shoulder.
“We’ll have to work on the kissing thing, I’ll allow that. Fucking, I’m not so sure about. Regardless as to whether or not we have already, I think anything more than that would be dangerous ground for us to walk on. But I’m okay with kissing from time to time,” she tells me.
“Kissing. Okay, I agree. There will be a lot of that expected of us. And if we look too stiff when doing it, then no one would buy it, and we’ve gotta sell the fuck out of it. So, then, shall we seal this agreement with… a kiss?” I dare ask.
She looks to me, “I’m going to regret all this, aren’t I?”
I lean into her and glide my hand up her neck and through the back of her hair. I push my fingers up and into her messy knot and pull her hair down. I pull her closer and as our eyes shutter closed and our lips meet. Tentatively at first, closed lips and small pecks. But my tongue lashes out against her lips, wetting them, sparking hers to part and my tongue takes the chance and sweeps in.
In that small moment of time, everything stops. She tastes of cherry and mint, and smells like fresh soap. I want to pull her against me and lay back on the bed so she’s on top of me, but I stop myself before my thoughts get too sinful and I take over the moment by ruining it with taking this kiss too fast too soon.
We pull apart and now that we’ve kissed on the deal to remain married, I have to tell her the one thing, that the public isn’t aware of.
Chapter Nine
Connie
I wasn’t expecting that.
His kiss could ruin a woman. It was the perfect kind of kiss, with just the perfect amount of sensual to make me want more. And boy, do I want more.
We pull back from one another and I blink away the haze. Hoping that the desire that I feel for him cools down so I can think logically.
“Okay, so we’re doing this. I’m married, to you and you to me. Well, what do we do now?” I ask.
“Well, I could go for a little more of that kissing,” he smirks.
I hit him again and he lands on his back on the bed. He is an insanely attractive man. His bronzed skin, hazel eyes and the light amount of stubble across his jaw, that I want to run my fingertips across to make it to those soft lips that were just on mine. I sigh and remember that he mentioned there was something that he would need to tell me.
I sit up straight. “So, you said there was something that I would need to keep secret, something that would start between us. Is this like our first husband and wife secret?”
He laughs and places his hands behind his head. His shirt creeps up at his waist baring a hint of skin and a trail of hair. He takes a deep breath, turns his head to look out the small window, then settles again on looking at me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
“Okay, thank you. I feel like you’re about to spoil that compliment with something that’s going to upset me. Why is that?”
“I’m just making sure that what I’m about to tell you won’t be something that will make you feel like less of a woman, because you’re not. You’re all woman, and well I think, no I know that we’re going to rock this whole thing. But there is something, something that most women wouldn’t like in their relationships.”
“If you’re going to tell me that there’s another woman, I’m going to indeed not be happy, and question why you didn’t marry her instead of me.”
“There’s no other woman,” he says confidently. “But it’s really no different.” He sits up and looks uncomfortable.
“Okay, lay it on me.” I say with a deep breath.
“I’m fluid. I don’t discriminate on who I am with, but I also do not let the greater public know about that.”
“I’m not following,” I shake my head, trying to wrap it around what he is trying to tell me, and then it clicks.
“Oh, you’re gay,” I say.
“No, I’m not gay. But I do like both women and men.”
“Why is it some big secret?” I ask. “Bisexuality isn’t a taboo thing anymore, I’m not understanding.”
“My parents are not in the majority who think that it’s an okay thing. If it would come out that I like to peg men, or suck a dude’s dick from time to time, then I would not only ruin my reputation, but my fathers. My mother is old fashioned and even though we live in San Francisco, my mother has different thoughts on the matter.”
“So, you like dick and vagina?”
“So crude,” he teases.
“Look, listen,” I say. “We’re married now, you get to see all the crudeness that comes from my mouth. So, you keep that fact that you’re bi, as a secret?”
“I have to, otherwise I would be shunned from my family. I love them, I just don’t agree with their views.”
“So this morning, who crawled into the bed with us?”
“Felipe?”
“Yes, Felipe. What happened last night with Felipe?” I ask hesitantly.
A grin forms on Devin’s face and I’m now terrified of what the answer would be.
“You enjoyed watching,” he tells me.
“Watching, okay.” I nod not fully understanding.
“And I also fucked you, as he fucked me,” he says.
“Oh, okay.” I swallow. “Did he? Did he and I?”
“No. Felipe doesn’t like women as partners. He wouldn’t know what to do with one if given the choice. He can play with tits and maybe make out with a woman, but he’s terrified of a vagina. Thinks of it as a Venus fly trap.”