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Hallie Rose Sanders, my sister's best friend, and the girl who has gotten under my skin since she was nine and I was eleven.
Yes, this is perfect. Why tie myself to a real wife when I can tie myself to a fake one? It’s time to ask my sister’s best friend for a favor.
My sister's best friend, a constant in my life since I was eleven years old, and a fiery tinkerbell-sized rocket who pushes me at every turn.
I’ve been in love with my best friend’s brother for almost a decade now and he still looks at me in the same way he did the day that I stepped in the middle of his rink.
“Hallie, I need you to marry me.” I freeze, momentarily caught in a time where the boy I’ve loved since I was nine has just asked me to marry him. No, that’s stupid, of course that’s not what he said, I’m just letting the fantasies I make up in my head before bed run away with me.
“Eh, potato, potato,” I say with a shrug, knowing full well the panic and nerves that burned through me when he tried to kiss me that day. Yeah I pushed him, hard and fast, but I’m never gonna admit that to him. The same way he will never admit to me that he actually was trying to kiss me.
“Okay, now ask me to marry you,” I demand, and he blinks back in confusion with a dash of exasperation, and it reminds me so much of the boy who used to be my best friend. The same boy who I forced to propose to me with a ring pop on vacation when I was eleven. That was the first time I agreed to marry him, and he promised he would one day swap the ring for a real one, until I ate it, that is.
“On your knees, twenty-two,” I say, and his head snaps back down towards me. “What?” he asks, stumbling over the word and looking at me like I have grown an extra head. “You heard me, Joshua. You want to marry me then get on your knees and ask me properly.”
“Yeah, I know I’m crazy,” I admit freely, not adding that I am crazy in love. “I also know I’d get on my knees if you asked me.”
“Hallie Rose Tinkerbell Sanders,” he starts, and my breath catches in my throat as he smirks at his own joke. “I don’t have a ring pop on hand, but will you please do me the honor of becoming my fake wife so I can save my sister and your best friend from a terrible and lonely future?” he asks, and when I raise an amused brow, he finally adds, “Will you marry me, Hallie Bear?”
“That’s not a very nice way to speak to your future husband, Hallie Bear,” I tease, and I feel her hand tighten around my shoulder as she digs her nails into me in response. “My future husband is about to get a dick punch in front of all of his father’s friends if he isn’t careful,” she claps back in her usual, taunting manner, and I smother my laugh in her hair.
A real marriage requires trust, lust, and love, and unfortunately I just so happen to have all three for my fake fiancé.
“I suggest you get your hands off my fiancée, Gray, or playing pro hockey will be a distant dream,”
“I told you, Tink, you want me on my knees again, all you have to do is ask,”
“Damn, Peters, I know you had a no touching rule for her, but I didn’t think it was because you were banging her yourself, you dog,”
I flick my stare up to Josh and find him watching me closely with an amused grin as he purrs, “Do I have to get on my knees again for you to take it? I know how much you’d enjoy that.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I tell him truthfully, not trusting myself to not get emotional. “It’s so beautiful it almost looks real,” I add in a whisper, still just staring at it, and to my surprise he drops to his knees before me. “Don’t insult me, Hallie, of course it’s real,” he snaps, rolling his eyes as if the idea of having a fake ring for a fake marriage is totally ridiculous, yet still I say nothing. “I know it’s no ring pop, but as soon as I saw it, I thought of you,” he tells me innocently, not realizing he is making the heart that beats for him and only him, soar even higher. “Like
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“Fucking hell, Tink, I’ll make sure you’re the happiest wife in the history of the world to make sure you don’t do that to me again.”
“Now, be a good boy and go home and plan our wedding.”
I can’t even find the strength in me to hide it. I let him see it, I let him see the real love I have for his friend. Not the fake kind, or the showy kind, and all I can do is pray that he won’t tell him.
With that in mind, and over a decade of friendship behind us, there was only one place I could think of that would be perfect to do this. Now as I stand under the two oak trees that used to form the goal on my makeshift ice rink at my parents’ house, I know I chose perfectly.
“You’ve always been a lost boy to me, the Peter to my Tinkerbell, and well, I guess I just want you to know that from the moment I found you I knew that you were special, that you would be important to me, I just never imagined how much, and I’m glad we get to take this journey together too.”
You may kiss the bride. Five simple words and the first of our rules goes right out of the window.
Without hesitation, Josh pulls me in until I am flush against him, then reaches up and gently cups the back of my neck, his thumbs tipping my chin back towards his full height, as he whispers with a smile, “It’s okay, Tink, we both know you love breaking the rules anyway.”
“This is something new and blue,” he winks, handing me a ring pop exactly the same as the ones we used to have as kids, and I can’t help but laugh.
Rising back to my full height I flash her a mischievous grin. “Hmm, note to self, my wife is jealous and feisty, I like it.” I turn my back and head into the bathroom to give her some privacy, but not before the back of my head is smacked with a pillow.
If I thought he couldn’t surprise me after the whole will you marry me thing then I was wrong, because watching the brooding boy with the sad smile tighten his skates so he can go and teach some kids has my heart soaring in my chest.
“Because all I would do is break you Hals, I’d take all those colors that burst out of you every day, and ruin them with my darkness.”
Okay, so I love him more now than I ever have, but that’s not my fault.
“I’ve already scored the only goal I’ll ever need.” His words aren’t casual, and as soon as they are out he brings his gaze back to mine and winks again. “You look good with my last name on your back, Mrs. Peters.”
“Come on, twenty-two,” I purr, forcing his stare back to mine. “Let’s get to the party so you can get me drunk and do despicable things to me too,” I joke in an attempt to keep up our ruse and distract him at the same time, and to my surprise it works perfectly as his eyes turn from anger to pure heat.
“Careful, Tink, because the next time you proposition me, I might just take you up on it,”
I wish I could erase anyone that isn’t Hallie right now, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips on mine, not caring that she’s my best friend, or how long we have known each other. In fact, it only makes me want her more. Fake or not, the rings on our fingers mean she belongs to me and I belong to her.
Hallie stares up at me in utter shock, and there is a voice deep inside my head that tells me to stop. To retreat back from the position I have her in right now, and not ruin our friendship, but the look on her face urges me on like never before. Her cheeks are pink and flushed, her lips wet from where she has slicked her tongue across them, and her chest pants heavily, her nipples straining against her top, and that’s when I hear the other voice in my head. Fuck it.
I turn to find Josh stalking towards me. “Mads, Darkmore,” he greets with a quick nod, before dipping down and tossing me over his shoulder effortlessly. “Excuse us, we’re in the middle of a fight.”
“These rings,” he starts, flicking my wedding and engagement bands. “These rings mean you are mine, fake or not, in the eyes of the law you belong to me,” he murmurs, dropping his forehead to mine, as his other hand gently squeezes my throat, until I can feel the bite of his own wedding band. “And feel this ring? Fuck, this ring means I belong to you, Hallie. It means you own me, so that is why I kissed you.”
“Fuck the rules, Tink.” Then his mouth is on mine, robbing me of any response, and I am both his wife, and a slut for the boy who is my crush, so who am I to not kiss him back?
“Fuck, Tink, who knew you’d be such a good girl for your husband,”
“Ah ah, on your knees, Tink, crawl to me like a good little wife.”
For a moment I think I have never seen anything better, but then she lowers herself down, her knees hitting the floor first, and then her hands coming out in front of her until she is on all fours.
she stares at it for a moment and then looks at me expectantly, and it’s only then that I realize she is into this. This game I’ve created, she wants it, maybe even needs it in the same way I do, and I am more than happy to play with her.
“Now spit on it,”
“Look at you, turning into such a pretty little mess for me.”
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg me, Hallie.” Her body begins to shake now, and I know she’s close, and my eyes can’t look away for even a second, not as she begins to fall apart beneath my touch. She’s fucking magnificent. And she’s mine.
“Please fuck me.” Three words, three simple words, and I am completely done for. I’ll never be able to step onto the ice again without thinking of her spread out and begging to be fucked. I think being married might be the best thing that has ever happened to me.
he ruined me, not just with the out of this world orgasms he gave me, but with the power and possession he used to control me.
“Hallie, the next time I fuck you, I promise to take my time and give you exactly what you need,” he vows, brushing the tip of his dick up and down my slit until my juices coat his shaft. “But first, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.”
“I would apologize for breaking rule number one, but I’m not sorry that I know what these lips taste like, Hallie Bear.”
I’m not sure when it happened or even how, but when I look at her it’s like I can truly breathe. My heart beats evenly in my chest, just like it always does, but now even my mind is clear. She calms me, grounds me, and when she stares at me with that sunshine smile, she fucking floors me.
“Command me, Joshua, tell me exactly what you need from me and it's yours.”
