All I remember was his touch. His moans. My guilt. 

His voice tangled through my body. 

“I would go to hell and back if it meant I got to fuck you raw again.” 

His breath was heavy and warm. His hands working my clit, his fingers circle around and around. 

“Hallie.” His painting voice became calm.

My eyes flickered back to him and he started to come closer to my mouth. His lips brushed mine with ease. 

I pulled away to look at him. My moans are soft but present. “Ryland. I want you.”

His gaze grew piercing and I could feel his length push against my leg.

“Anything you want, baby. Beg for me.” His hands started to move forcefully onto my clit again and his other wrapped in my hair. 

My hips lock around his wait feeling the tip of his cock at my center. “Ry, oh god. Baby please.” His hands find my ass and tighten onto it as he pushes his cock into me. With each thrust I feel my love for Cooper diminish. 

I always thought that Cooper would be the one I ride into the sunset with. If that was even real. Nevertheless I felt at home with him. I could imagine myself walking down the aisle in a white wedding dress (if it was my choice it would be black but whatever he wants) and saying I do. I could imagine myself giving him the pregnancy test with the plus written on it and him kissing my stomach. I could imagine our house with his blue pickup truck in the driveway. 

But at this moment, all I see is Ryland. Cooper’s best friend since ninth grade. I know it's bad, but with his mouth kissing every inch of me it doesn’t seem so bad. 

Some may say I am a cheater, especially when they find out that Cooper and I’s wedding is in less than a week. But I swear I’m not. At least I am not the one who cheated first. Cooper’s secretary was bouncing on his cock more than I was according to Ryland.

Rylands cock moved harder and faster into me, my tits bouncing with every thrust. His hands eventually find my clit again and his lips move to my neck.

“Ry, I’m close.”

He lifts his head to smile at me as he digs himself deeper into me. His lips caress my tit. My orgasm comes quick and hot as his cock continues to penetrate me.

“Oh god Hallie you feel amazing.” He pulls out of me and begins to kiss my lips.

I sit up onto the bed and attempt to recover. “Go get me a washcloth.” 

He pulls away from me and walks over to the bathroom wearing nothing but the hickey I gave him earlier. He walks naked with such confidence, making a heat build up between my legs once more. His eight inch cock hangs down by his leg as he walks back into the bedroom with my washcloth in hand. 

“Thanks,” I mumble as I grab the cloth from him. I clean up the mess while he scans my bedroom with curious eyes…still naked. 

He picks up a box on my dresser, “What’s this?”

I gather my clothes off the floor and turn  to him. “Uhh something Cooper got me for the wedding. Haven't had time to look at it.”

Ryland eyes me up and down. “You’d rather have secret sex with me in you and your fiance’s, my best friend’s, bedroom with me instead of taking five seconds to look at what he got you?”

I roll my eyes and push on my pants, “Ryland, I feel guilty enough. Can we just skip this part?”

He strives over to me and grabs my hand. “Ry let go of me and put your pants on. Cooper can be here any minute.”

“Hallie.”

“What do you want from me Ryland? I said unlimited secret sex until the wedding. Then this is done.”

“Hallie just listen to m-”

The garage door moved open and we jolted back to reality.

“Shit shit shit.” I scramble to put my clothes on and run into the kitchen. Cooper knew Ryland was coming over to help with decoration prep so luckily it won’t be too suspicious that he was already here.

Ryland is still in the other room buckling his belt as the garage door flies open.

“Hey babe, how’s the decor coming along?” Cooper makes his way over to me and kisses the side of my head.

I fumble with the candles and vases as Ryland comes out of the bedroom.

“Hey big guy! Ready to help Hallie and I with your wedding?” Ryland laughs as he bellows into the kitchen. 

Cooper focuses his attention on Ryland while I still try to grasp my attention to what is happening now instead of just five minutes ago.

“Why were you in my bedroom?” Cooper motions to Ryland as he opens the fridge.

Ryland takes a seat on the barstools and shakes his head. “Hallie said that you got her a present for the wedding, just went to check it out.”

Cooper closes the fridge with orange juice in hand. “Oh yeah babe, did you like it? Sloan told me it would go great with the dress.”

I struggle to find my words, probably because I have no idea what was in the box.

“Yeah I saw, looks beautiful thanks.” My voice is scratchy and cold. 

Cooper takes a swing of the juice and then wraps his arm around my waist and his mouth moves to my ear.

“Hal, tonight I am going to make love to you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow morning.”

Ryland chokes and moves out of the room. “Sorry guys, the thought of my best friend fucking my other best friend makes me gag.”

Cooper laughs and I peer down at the counter embarrassed knowing the real reason why he choked. Knowing his cock was inside of me minutes ago and Cooper talking about his cock makes my stomach turn. 

Cooper walks over to Ryland and places his hand on his shoulder, the same shoulder I was scratching on in order to stop shaking. 

“Ry, I hope you find a lovely girl who lets you fuck her till dawn everyday.” Cooper laughs at his joke not knowing Ryland already has that girl unknowingly. 

I move over to the sink to wash the wax off my hands while the guys mumble to each other on the other side of the room.

Over the years I’ve learned many things about Cooper James Bryton, but only three things I carry with me everywhere. (1) Cooper focuses on his pleasure more than anything, if he isn’t coming first, you won’t at all. (2) His work is a priority over anything, he will indeed use that money to care for you, but he lives for his paycheck. (3) His best friend Ryland Storm, is his and only his, no one lays a finger on him. 

When I first learned those, I thought Cooper was the biggest dick I had ever met. I mean seriously, who values themself, money, and their best friend over anything? It is fucking crazy if you ask me. But all the dates and sex made me okay with that fact. If I can put up with dick Cooper twenty percent of the time, that would mean I would love Cooper eighty percent and I am content with that. 

Ryland broke away from the conversation first and made his way towards me, eyes locked on me the entire time. Luckily Cooper was heading to the living room to watch his daily dose of General Hospital. Ideally, one cannot see from the living room into the kitchen so Ryland and I’s interaction could be in private.

Ryland does not beat around the bush, if he wants something, he will get it. In this case he wanted me so I was what he got.

Cooper sat down on the couch and Ryland made his way around to me. In seconds his tongue was already halfway down my throat and I was gripping the sides of the counter for support. 

“Ry, can you grab me a beer from the fridge,” Cooper calls out from the living room.

My heart begins to race knowing at any moment he could look in here and see his fiance and his best man sucking on each other's mouths.

Ryland breaks from my mouth and says, “Yeah, be right there in a minute. Hallie needs help with this candle shit.”

Ryland moves his mouth to my ear and tells me to confirm that I need help.

I stumble my breath but I manage. “This candle won’t fit the vase, I just needed a hand.”

Cooper switches the channel without recognition of our situation. 

Ryland digs his hand in between the band of my leggings and my panties. My breath is hot from the physical contact. His hand finds the dip into my pussy and I spread my legs to give him more access. 

Ryland is good with keeping the secret of our relationship. He always has been, well always meaning the last three months that we have been hooking up. 

I close my eyes while he breaks away from kissing my neck. 

“Hal, can you push the wax in if I hold my hand here,” Ryland says loud enough that Cooper can hear as he moves his fingers inside of me. 

I let out a thick breath but his fingers quickly moved to cover my mouth.

“Be quiet for me okay baby,” he whispers to me as he thrusts his fingers deeper. 

I nod and tilt my head back enjoying the sensation he is creating with just his fingers. His damn fingers! To make me feel this, Cooper has to use his cock, mouth, hands, pretty much everything. Ryland makes me feel like the only girl in the world with just one hand.

Oh god that damn hand. He could penetrate me for hours with just one damn hand.

I hear Cooper fussing with the remote and I break from my trance. 

“Ryland! My beer!”

I tilt my head back to Ryland and whisper, “You better go, don’t want my finance to hear my orgasm with his best friend.” I wink and pull away.

Ryland keeps his eyes fixated on me and pulls his hand out.

“Be right there Coop, just gotta wash my hands.” 

He never breaks his eyes away from me while he washes his hands. Never once does he stop studying me. I like that about him. Cooper would just fuck me, come, then leave. Ryland finds a woman’s orgasm much more sexy than the sex, so he studies me. He knows with just one kiss I can fold into a wet puddle. 

When he is done washing his hands he heads for the fridge for Cooper’s beer. Still studying. He moves back to me and whispers, “Now I want you to go into the bedroom, grab your favorite vibrator and finish what I started.” His voice is so calm but demanding. 

God he is so sexy. I wish Cooper was like this.

I wait for him to exit the kitchen and then I do what he says. 

“Hey babe, I’m going to go take a shower real quick. This wax is getting everywhere.” I yell into the living room and then descend into my bedroom. The sheets are still worn in from our activity earlier. 

I giddily walked into the master bedroom attached to our room and turned on the shower. Once that was on I made my way over to my bedside table. I only use the vibrators on myself when Cooper isn’t around. Until today. Ryland can control me with just his eyes and I like it that way. Cooper never once could do that. 

I picked out my favorite pink vibrator, then started to strip naked. 

Knocking came from the outside and I rushed to pull my robe on to answer. 

My hand met the doorknob and slightly opened. 

“Yes? I’m trying to take a shower.” 

Cooper’s eyes pierced back at me through the crack. 

“Ryland suggested going out to dinner tonight? Would you want to go?” His voice was calm and inviting, hoping I would say yes.

“Yes, as long as it isn’t a dirty bar with loud music.” I never liked bars, which reminds me of my father mostly.

He turned up a smile and started away, “Got it, no dirty bars with loud music.”

As I shut the door I thanked God that Cooper didn’t find anything out. I find myself thanking God for that a lot nowadays. 

Once the door was shut I made my way into the bathroom and I locked the door. My pink vibrator was perched on the counter staring back at me. 

Ryland, this one's for you. 

The water of the shower drowned out the noise of my heavy breaths and moans. I started the vibrator on my clit, imagining Ryland kissing his way around my pussy. Thinking of his moans and the sounds he would make if he was here using this on me. 

The vibrator inched its way inside of me just like Ryland’s cock would do. My imagination runs wild as I think of all the dirty things Ryland would be saying to me.

“I promised you that I was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Yet here you are-” I imagine him groaning in my ear. “Still standing and parading like a little whore.” 

At the thought of him saying that my knees give in and I fall against the counter, panting and moaning while the vibrator thrusts inside of me. 

Once I reach my climax I pull the vibrator out of me and lower the pulse setting. It inches around on my clit as I give myself a moment to recover.

After about a minute or two I shut it off and descend into the shower. Attempting to wipe all the guilt off of me. The guilty feelings of me coming to Ryland and not my soon-to-be husband. 

Once I washed my hair and dried my body, I started to put on clothes. I tug on a pair of jeans, black tank, and a light cardigan if I feel cold. My wet hair longs by my waist, brown and gold flutters through the wavy mess. I attempt to blow dry it and style it but with my wave, it’ll never be corporate. I swipe some mascara on my lashes and then go into the closet for shoes.

“Babe, are you ready yet?” I hear Cooper yell from outside the bedroom.

I slip on sandals and find my purse, “Yes, coming!”

When I trot out of the bedroom Cooper is heading out the garage door and Ryland stands in the kitchen on his phone. 

When he sees me his eyes shimmer, making me feel the incense butterflies I know I should be avoiding. 

“Hallie, holy shit you look-”

I cut him off, “Cooper is right outside, you can’t say things like that.”

He starts to move over to me, “Coop is on a work call, and I wish he would hear me say the things I do to you. Maybe that’ll encourage him to quit being a dick to you.” My eyes move to his, and my breath thickens. “And for the record, I was going to say you look pretty gross tonight, I mean that shirt just hugs you in all the right places it makes me want to barf.”

I laugh a little and then give him a quick peck on the lips. 

“I did what you said, before my shower.”

He grins and stands taller, “Did you? Did you like it?”

“Yes, but-” I sharpen my gaze. “I imagined you the entire time. You said something to me and I really want it to be true.” The heat builds up in between my legs.

“What did I say?” His eyes grow curious, reminding me of the first time he watched me come. 

I love those blue eyes, luckily even if I do marry Cooper, I won’t have to give those eyes up.

“You said something like, I swore to you that I would fuck you until you were incapable to stand, yet here you are still standing and parading like a little whore.”

His lips grow wet with every word I say, and his jaw tenses. 

“Baby, next time I will make that dream come true, just wait-”

The garage door swings open and Cooper’s head pokes in. “Are you guys ready? I’ve been fucking waiting for like 2 hours.”

I push back to create more distance between Ryland and I. “Yes babe, we’re coming.”

Cooper goes back outside and shuts the door. Ryland suddenly grabs my face and kisses me passionately. When he pulls away he mutters, “I wish we were coming.” He drops his hands and makes his way out of the house. 

Holy fuck. That's all I can think of.

…

When we get to the restaurant, it takes me not even a second before walking in that this is a bar. Exactly what I told Cooper I didn’t want. 

“Cooper I said no dirty bars with loud music.” I say as he opens the door for me.

“Hal, it isn’t dirty and it doesn't play music,” he says, usuring me inside. 

I roll my eyes and answer, “Every bar is dirty Cooper. I want to go home.”

“You’re not going home, I want a beer or two and I am going to get it.”

“Just take me home, it's like five blocks.”

“No Hallie end of discussion.”

Cooper passes me and I feel Ryland’s hand on my forearm. He gives me an apologetic look and follows Cooper to the bar. I follow behind them and make my way onto a barstool.

The bartender looks at me then the two guys, “Hey, you’re Hallie? Cooper’s fiance?”

I am shocked that he knows me, given that I’ve never seen him a day in my life.

“Yes, I am. You are?”

“Josh,” He holds out his hand and I shake it. “Cooper has been coming here for a long time.” He moves over to the boys. “Coop, Corona?” 

“Hey Josh, didn’t know you’d be working tonight. How’ve you been?”

Josh starts to clean a glass with the rag that was previously draped across his shoulder. “Yeah, I’ve been good. Marcie dumped me a while back but I’ve been good. How’s the wedding going?”

Cooper points down at me and smiles, “Mrs. Soon-to-be Cooper Bryton takes care of all my shit, along with the wedding of course.” I give a small forced smile and wave. “Speaking of that lovely lady, grab her a Moscow Mule and a salad. I need her to be thin and tipsy.” He says that like I never go out and am one thousand pounds; and it’s a reward to have a thin and tipsy girl by your side.

Ugh men.

Cooper grabs Josh’s attention once more, “Make it two Coronas, Ry and I have a long week ahead of us.” He fist bumps with Ryland and finishes, “Oh and a basket of the Mozzarella Sticks.”

Josh nods and turns to me, “What would you like, Hallie?” The sweetness in his voice makes me  embarrassed for how he saw Cooper act. 

“Just water please, but can you put it in a nice glass with a lime? To make it look like I’m drinking.”

“Yes, do you want that salad?”

I nod slightly, “Just a side salad would be fine.”

Josh makes his way over to another customer after punching in our order. 

“Thank you Josh.” I yell over to him. He gives me a smile, a nice one, because Josh is a nice guy.

…

After ten Coronas, three baskets of Mozzarella Sticks and one football game later, Cooper nags me on heading home. 

I hold Cooper’s hand, steadying him, as we walk to the car. I made sure to tip Josh kindly and thank him for everything. Ryland didn’t hit as hard as Cooper did so luckily I have one man child to chase after. 

I put Copper in the backseat as Ryland climbs into the passenger seat. I make my way to the drivers and start the engine. 

“Hal, I’m sorry for the way Coop treated you tonight. I should’ve said something.”

My heart aches, but I build up the courage to respond. 

“Ry, it’s fine. I don’t blame you. Can we just forget about tonight?”

He looks down at his lap, “Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

I reach over to grab his hand but before I do I look back to see Cooper. To my (not) surprise, he passed out laying across the seats.

“I will be okay, I just have to get through this week and then everything will go back to normal.”

“What about tonight?”

“What do you mean what about tonight? Cooper will sleep like a baby.”

“Well won’t he expect drunk sex?”

I look Ryland in the eyes at a stop sign. “You don’t like the idea of me sleeping with Cooper do you?”

He gives an embarrassed laugh, “Hallie he is your fiance, I have to be okay with him fucking you.”

I shake my head, “But do you feel comfortable with that idea?”

He gives a blank, “No.” A few seconds pass until he starts up again. “I want you all to myself, but that isn’t reality. We made a deal that unlimited secret sex until the wedding. Then this is done. Part of me doesn’t want that. I want every minute with you, from good morning sex to cooking dinner. I want everything. But Cooper’s right. You’re Mrs. Soon-to-be Cooper Bryton. I just have to live with that.” He gives a long sign. I never knew he felt this way, I thought it was just sex. “Who knows, maybe I’ll fuck around with one of the brides maids and we fall in love, all thanks to you and Cooper.”

“Ry, I-”

“Baby please, I don’t want this to turn into a moment. Especially with your fiance in the back seat.”

I nod slowly and start back on the road again. After that the drive home went silent. My thoughts racing at a million miles per hour. 

Does Ryland love you?

Would you leave Cooper for Ryland? No, no, no. That is absurd. 

Can I even walk down that motherfucking aisle knowing how Ryland feels?

Fuckkkkkk.

This is what my life has come to: sleeping with my drunk fiance while also sleeping with his best friend.

Fuck my life. 

…

“All I need is for you to lift his feet onto the bed, I got his shoulders.”

Ryland grabs Cooper’s feet and hoists them over. Once Cooper is tucked into bed Ryland and I make our way out to the kitchen. 

“Thank you for helping me,” I say nervously.

“Anything for you Hal.”

I glance over at the clock and it reads 12:24 pm. 

Fuck, i’m tired.

Ryland moves closer to me and picks me up onto the counter. 

“Spread your legs.” 

As if I was controlled by a remote I do instantly what he says.

“Take that cardigan off.”

With one motion the cardigan is on the floor.

He moves in between my legs and touches my thigh.

“Hallie.”

I moan a little at the sound of my name on his lips.

“I want to fuck you on this counter so bad.”

I nod.

“I want to bend you over and stick my cock in you.”

I grow weak with every word.

“I want to make you scream my name.”

I grow weak with every image.

“I want to wake Cooper and show him how to properly take care of you.”

The heat builds dangerously between my legs.

“Hallie?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to do that?”

I nod more intensely.

His hand inches up to my pussy.

“I want to also.”

His hand stops.

“I have to go.”

The heat cuts out and I am brought back to reality. Cooper is sleeping in his bed. My bed. Our bed. Ryland moves back and pulls me off the counter. He moves close to me and kisses me. His tongue sweeps past my mind and pushes against me. He pulls away just as fast as he entered and moves to the garage.

“Goodnight Hallie.” He opens the door and closes it without hesitation.

When the door shuts I make out a small, “Goodnight Ry.”

I make my way to the bedroom grabbing my cardigan off the floor. 

Once I get ready for bed I hear my phone buzz on my bedside table. I walk over to check it and Sloan’s name appears. I open the text message and see she sent four messages. 

Girlllll I just found these cute ass wedding signs for the tables.

I’ll forward them to you!!!

I am so fucking excited! Have you finished the candle vases yetttt??

Want to meet up tomorrow for breakfast? Haven’t seen you in forever.

I smile at my best friend's messages, she always knows how to put a smile on my face. Even after having multiple awkward moments with Ryland. 

I reply to the messages:

I’ll look at the signs tomorrow. Also these candle vases are the death of me.

Meet me at Rosie’s at 8 sharp. Love you.

Almost instantly she replies.

You got it girl! 

Make Coop do the candles, I make Henry do all my dirty work;)

I roll my eyes and laugh.

Cooper hasn’t been in a helping mood lately. Ryland has been helping out though.

Sloan is the only one that knows about Ryland and I. She swore to secrecy when she found Ry and I making out in a janitor's closet at Cooper’s niece’s school recital. But Sloan has been my best friend since fifth grade, and she never judges. So we work out great together.

So you and Ry, still goin’ at it?

I reply: 

I can’t talk about this here. Delete these messages. If Cooper found out I would be dead. Meet me tomorrow at Rosie’s. Goodnight.

I close my phone and lay my head on the pillow next to Cooper. 

When will this nightmare end?