Page 50 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

Chapter 22

Brock

I adjust my tie, glancing at the shower through the mirror. Today is Paxton and Hartford’s wedding. Willow left to go get ready with all the girls in Hartford’s room, but before she left I climbed into the shower with her and it wasn’t the water making her wet. Fucking her in the shower with the warm water running over us, her legs wrapped around me as I pressed her against the cold tile, and my name echoing around us when her orgasm ripped through her, made me never want to let her go. Not just today, but ever.

Our time here is quickly coming to an end and I don’t want what happened in Vegas to stay in Vegas. I want it to follow us back to Magnolia Ridge and I’m going to tell her, but not today. Today is all about Paxton and Hartford. Tonight when it’s just the two of us, before I slam into her I’m going to tell her how I feel.

I’ve been paying close attention to my siblings over the last few days and I’ve realized that the best relationships are the ones that are least expected. Paxton and Hartford never thought they’d be in a romantic relationship. They felt their friendship would be ruined. Anya and Griffin never dreamed of being together, especially Griffin. He made a promise to Callum that he’d never touch Anya and yet, here they are happily in love. And then Shepherd and Felicity, no one saw that coming. He went from a grumpy ass to being a father and head over heels in love.

I would never have thought I’d want Willow. If someone told me a month ago that I’d be here at my brother’s wedding and that I’d fall in love with Willow Moore, I would’ve laughed. Yet, here I am. I thought this fake relationship would get us both through this with minimal damage to our egos, I never expected to catch feelings for Willow.

Big feelings.

I can’t say what the future holds, but I do know that I want to find out with Willow.

My phone rings and I grab it, snapping out of my thoughts. “Hey, I’m leaving my room in five minutes,” I say to Callum.

He chuckles as I rush around my room, frantically searching for my socks. “I knew you’d be running late too. I’ll come by your room and we’ll go to Paxton’s together.”

I finally find my socks and sit down to put them on, feeling the pressure of time ticking away. “Cool, see you in a minute.”

We hang up, and I drop my phone, continuing to scramble around my messy room to find my shoes and suit jacket. Just as I manage to gather everything, there’s a knock on my door. I grab my phone off the floor and rush to answer it.

Callum steps inside, taking in the chaotic state of my room with a smirk. “Damn, this place is a mess.”

I shrug, pulling on my jacket. “Didn’t have time to clean up.”

“Yeah, from the looks of it, you’ve definitely had your hands full.”

“You have no idea.” I grin and open the door wide. “Let’s go get our brother married.”

We walk briskly down the hallway to Paxton’s room. Callum knocks and then opens the door.

“They’re here,” Tripp announces, glancing up from his phone.

“Must be nice to be on your own schedule,” Shepherd comments dryly, sipping from a bottle of water.

“Don’t be jealous just because we can still sleep without a crying baby waking us up,” I tease, giving him a friendly slap on the back as I pass by.

Paxton emerges from the bathroom, looking slightly overwhelmed. “Well, at least you guys made it before I say my vows.”

I grin and pull him into a quick hug. “I can’t believe you’re getting married today. You’re about to be someone’s husband.”

He chuckles nervously, adjusting his jacket. “Yeah, I can’t quite believe it myself. I mean, I know it’s happening, but it still doesn’t feel real.”

“Oh, it’s real,” Callum chimes in, giving Paxton a playful hug. “You’re about to hand your balls over to Hartford forever.”

Paxton laughs, shaking his head. “Thanks for the reminder, Callum.”

We share a collective chuckle, the air filled with excitement and anticipation as we prepare for the big moment.

Paxton smiles, stepping in front of the mirror. “If she wanted my balls I’d gladly hand them over.”

“She’s had your balls since middle school, who are you kidding,” I tease.

It’s a joke, but really she has. He dated, but he was never serious about anyone. He always carried a torch for Hartford.

“Are you ready?” Shepherd asks, fixing Paxton’s bowtie.