The Agreement: A Fake It Novel

by Kensie King

  “Oh, God, Roe…”

  He ran his hands up my thighs and to my shaft. While he sucked my balls, he jacked my cock, staccato movements that had me writhing in the couch.

  “Fuck—Roe. You’re going to make me come.”

  That seemed to encourage him because he moved his mouth to my dick and began the torment all over again.

  I leaned my head back against the cushions as my body tensed.

  “No,” I said hoarsely. “Roe.”

  I reached down and grabbed his arms, hauling him up to the couch.

  “I need to be inside of you,” I insisted.

  With wide eyes, he only said, “Yes.”

  I grabbed a condom and suited up before squeezing lube into my palm and turning back to Roe. He’d tortured me with his mouth and now I planned on paying him back.

  26

  ____________________

  ROE

  Lucas’s eyes were heavy-lidded and full of desire. I could only imagine all the things he wanted to do to me, but I knew he’d hold back. He’d take it easy because he didn’t want to overwork me.

  So I kept my mouth shut and let him go at whatever speed he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.

  He eased down on top of me, careful not to put too much pressure on my body.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered, fingers brushing my hair off my forehead.

  “Better than okay. I’ve been waiting for this.”

  He exhaled, his breath touching my lips. I knew without him saying anything that he’d been dying to touch me as much as I had been dying to touch him.

  He swiveled his hips, his cock sliding alongside of mine and making me moan.

  “I want you so bad,” I said, closing my eyes. “I had a dream last night that you woke me up so you could make love to me.”

  “Hmm,” he murmured, kissing my eyelids, my cheeks, and then mouth. “Did I touch you?”

  “Yes.” My body heated up, my heartbeat racing at the memory of the dream and the reality of his hands on me right now. “Everywhere.”

  “Everywhere?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. “With your hands. And your tongue.”

  “Is that what you want right now?” Lucas asked.

  I lifted one leg to wrap it around him, pressing his crotch even tighter to mine. “I want you inside of me. Just like this.”

  Face to face, nothing more. Sweet and simple and full of heat.

  “Tell me if it’s too much,” Lucas said. Pulling my leg up further.

  “Dammit. Stop stalling.”

  Lucas lips curved, and then my eyes slammed shut again when he ran his finger down my ass crack and slid it inside of me.

  “Yes. Please, Lucas—”

  “I’m here, baby, just relax.”

  But I couldn’t. My body was already on fire, my heart racing out of control. I needed him so badly. Inside of me. All around me. I was barely hanging on.

  “Lucas—”

  And then he was there, pressing his cock against my opening, the wide head pushing inside. I sighed, relaxing for him. Letting him in.

  “Just like that,” Lucas said, kissing my lips and then my jaw. “Stay with me.”

  He moved slowly, easing in inch by inch until he was completely inside. It felt so good to have him with me like this. Linked together in a way I’d never forget.

  “Fuck me, Lucas,” I murmured, gripping his ass.

  “Roe,” he growled, but he did what I asked, shoving against my ass.

  I rocked on the couch as he penetrated me over and over, driving us both crazy. I kept pace with him, working my hips so every thrust went full and deep.

  “I’m so close,” I choked out.

  He gripped the base of my cock, giving it one small tug, and that was all it took. I exploded against him, coming against his stomach while he climaxed as well.

  He wrapped his arms around me as I emptied myself and shuddered against him.

  “Fuck, Roe,” Lucas whispered, breath heavy. He jerked back. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. God, yes. I’m more than okay.” My heart still raced out of control, but I felt amazing.

  “You sure?”

  “Completely sure. Don’t let go of me.”

  “No, not yet,” he agreed, holding me tighter.

  “I can’t believe you waited that long,” I teased. “It’s not like the doctor said we couldn’t do that.”

  “Right. That’s exactly what the doctor told me to do. Take you home and fuck you senseless.”

  I grinned and feathered my fingers through his hair. “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what he told you to do. I think you’re going to have to do it again in a few hours, too.”

  He laughed and levered himself off of me. “We’ll see.”

  “You can take me against those windows if you want,” I said, gesturing.

  He groaned. “Don’t tempt me.”

  That’s exactly what I was trying to do. Now that I was home and safe, the only thing I needed was to be with Lucas.

  “Let me get us cleaned up. Stay there,” he ordered.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I closed my eyes as I waited for him to return, and now that I’d gotten sex off the brain, there was one other thing I’d been putting off.

  The theater. Mr. Carson. I knew he was doing well and that that bank postponed the foreclosure so he could get back on his feet. But I didn’t know what else that meant. Lucas said the damage to the building was minimal, but it still hurt knowing that was even more work that was going to have to be done. Another expense when I already couldn’t afford the place.

  But Lucas insisted I worry about it later. Give it a few days, he’d said. Then we’d check on Mr. Carson. Then we’d figure it out. Together.

  He was right. I didn’t need more stress right now. But it was hard to let it go.

  When I felt Lucas sit next to me, I jumped. “God, you scared me.”

  He pressed a kiss to my lips. “You look worried.”

  “I was just thinking about the theater.”

  “Hmm,” he said, rubbing a warm rag over my stomach, and then lower. “Remember what we talked about?”

  “I know. But—”

  The phone rang, distracting me. “It’s the house phone.”

  “Stay there,” Lucas said again, lifting the phone and answering. “Yes?” He nodded and said, “I’ll be down in a minute. That’s not necessary.”

  I sat up. “What’s going on?”

  “Delivery at the front desk.”

  “They aren’t going to bring it up?” I asked, reaching for my sweats.

  “I don’t mind going to get it.”

  “I’ll go with you. I need some exercise.”

  Lucas frowned.

  “I can’t stay inside forever.”

  He sighed and leaned over to kiss my lips. “I know. I’d be antsy, too, it’s just…so soon.”

  Too soon. At least, too soon for him, I realized. He’d been devastated when he’d realized I’d been hurt. Now it scared the shit out of him thinking that something could happen again. If I was here, safe inside with him, he felt better.

  I reached up to take his hand. “I’m okay. And I’ll be okay. I promise.”

  “I know.” He nodded. “Really, I do.”

  “Then maybe just a walk this afternoon. Or we could go to the park. Wherever you want. Not for long, and I’ll stay close the whole time. We can do it together.”

  He seemed to like the sound of that, so he nodded. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

  I finished getting dressed while he rode downstairs, considering taking a shower. Then I smiled to myself. No, I’d save that for after our walk. Then I’d convince Lucas to shower with me. Anything to get him naked again.

  I washed my face in the bathroom and heard Lucas’s voice when I was done.

  “Roe?”

  “In here,” I called. I walked out to the bedroom at the same time he walked in.

  He smothered the worry on his face imme
diately. “Hey. Everything okay?”

  “Just fine.” I pointed to the oversized envelope he held in his hand. “What’s that?”

  “It’s from my work.”

  “Oh.”

  “But it’s for you.”

  I took the envelope and opened it, but there was so much paperwork I didn’t know where to start.

  “There’s a letter,” Lucas said, reaching for it. “Do you mind?”

  “No. Read it.”

  “’Dear Mr. Pierce, We hope to find you fully on your way to recovery. Because of your heroic efforts to save a man and his theater, and the relationship we have with the institution financing the Kelly Theatre, we’ve spoken with Mr. Carson and come to an agreement.”

  I blinked at Lucas. “What is all this? What does that mean?”

  He continued to scan the letter, shaking his head. “I talked with the partners and explained the situation—that’s why I was late to the theater that night. They convinced the bank to stall the foreclosure until we could come up with a plan. But now…”

  He kept reading, his eyes growing wider. “Oh my God.”

  “What? What is it?”

  I walked over and he turned to me with a smile. “Mr. Carson wanted to retire and told them he wanted to give the property to you. You saved his life and he was willing to hand it over. But instead, the partners purchased the property. They want to open a charity for kids in the arts—like those kids at the community center—and they want you involved.”

  “Me? But…I don’t understand.”

  “If you’re willing to help them with the charity, they want to gift you the theater.”

  My heart twisted. “What?”

  “Roe. This is…I mean, I’m not surprised. The partners love charities. They invest in plenty. And most have kids in the arts. This is perfect. And you get your theater.”

  “But…I was saving all the money and—”

  “And now you can use it for something else. Or renovations, or—or old movies. Whatever you want. They’re giving you the theater.”

  “No.”

  Lucas grinned. “Yes. It’s all right here. I mean, I’ll have to go over the paperwork, obviously, but the theater is yours.”

  “And all I have to do is help with the charity?”

  He nodded. “Basically what you already do with the kids at the community center. Now they have a place to perform.”

  The reality of that hit me fully and I tossed my arms around Lucas. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Believe it.”

  “You did this?” I asked.

  “No, not directly. Olivia and I just talked to them. They did the rest. You know everyone at my office loves you, Roe. They wanted to help you.”

  Happiness filled me full. I’d been building my life around this theater and now, finally, it was mine.

  And even better, I had Lucas to share it with me.

  I eased back and met his eyes. “Do you think I should do it?”

  His smile nearly melted me. “I do, sweetheart. And I love you for asking.”

  “We’re in this together, right?”

  I kissed him hard and swift. “Right.”

  “I love you so much,” I murmured against his lips.

  “I love you, too. We should celebrate.”

  I grinned. “A shower.”

  He laughed. “Get your mind out of the gutter. A walk, like we talked about. Or maybe we can go visit Mr. Carson.”

  My heart swelled. “Yes. That’s a perfect idea. Thank you, Lucas.”

  “Anything for you,” he said, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. “This is just the start of our life together, and I want to make it everything you’ve ever wanted.”

  “It already is,” I told him, holding him close for a hug.

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  UNTIL YOU

  LIAM

  Toxic isn’t like any bar out there. For one, it’s housed in an old firehouse. Two, all the employees are like family. Also, there’s the mega-hot owner, Tate Porter. I’ve been in love with him since I started working here, but I can’t do anything about it. Especially because he knows nothing about me—and it’s better that way. Safer for everyone. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him. Everything about him makes me long for him, long for someone who knows me inside and out. But how can someone like him truly love someone like me?

  TATE

  My bar is my life and my employees are my family. All except Liam West. I can’t see him as family when I want to see him as something else. Mine. But Liam has endless secrets behind his eyes and a quiet nature I don’t want to disturb. Until I learn his secret. Now I’ll fight to be with him and fight for him with everything I have.

  Chapter 1

  LIAM

  I cursed when the back door squeaked as I pulled it open. Shit. I hope no one had heard that. Typically the bar was so packed full of bodies and voices, most people never heard a peep. But since it was Thursday, the day we always had our afternoon meetings, the bar wouldn’t open until five. Just in time for everyone to come and drown their sorrows.

  I wished I could do the same with mine.

  I’d never seen my dad so bad—so high on drugs and so wasted he couldn’t even stand. That was the only thing my dad understood these days. Drugs.

  And I needed to leave. I swore to myself every time he got like that I would. I was twenty-three. It was about time I had my own place. But Dad had a way of holding things over my head that made me feel like I owed him. I knew I owed my mom—she was the one person who’d accepted me fully as I was. But I’d let her down, too, and then she’d died.

  The memory of her always hit me at the worse times. Like when I was supposed to be working.

  Instead, I was sneaking in late and hoping my bosses didn’t notice. I hated being late.

  Voices rose from around the bar as I snuck into the room. Shit. They were all here, already in the middle of the meeting. Bea saw me, and her eyes widened. Where were you? she mouthed.

  I didn’t even have time to shrug before one of my bosses, Mason, spotted me.

  “Liam,” he said, eyes narrowing. “Nice of you to join us.”

  I shoved my glasses up on my nose and tried a half-smile as I hurried to the seat next to Bea. I felt eyes on me the entire way—eyes that no doubt belonged to the rest of the group as well as my other boss. Tate Porter.

  The quiet one. That’s what Bea called him. The brooding, sexy as hell, full of angst bartender/owner who’d given me a job six months ago when I was down on my luck. And since then I’d only heard rumors about his tragic past. How he’d lost the love of his life. How he couldn’t get over him.

  Every time I saw him, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him it would be okay. But what the hell did I know? My life wasn’t okay, and it certainly didn’t look to be getting better anytime soon.

  “What the hell happened to you?” Bea asked in a hushed tone, her eyes scanning my face.

  I turned away from her, my hand automatically coming up to brush against my swollen lip. Fuck. I’d forgotten about how bad it probably looked now. I winced. And how bad it hurt.

  Bea gripped my arm hard as the meeting continued around us. “What happened?”

  “It’s nothing—”

  “Did that bastard hit you?” her voice rose with each word, making Mason stop speaking up front and causing everyone to turn.

  “Sorry,” we both mumbled at the same time.

  The meeting went back into session, but I still felt e
yes on me from up front. When I looked back to our bosses, I met Tate’s strong and steady gaze. His eyes were hooded under eyebrows that creased in the middle with concern.

  Bea followed my gaze, then snapped her attention back to me.

  But I couldn’t look away. Just his simple stare sapped my energy, left me breathless. There was so much in his eyes I wanted to question. So much I wanted to talk to him about—to know. I never said a word though. I hadn’t in the past and I probably never would.

  Tate Porter was unapproachable—at least to me. I mean, come on—the guy was my boss. He was at least five inches taller than me, four or five years older. Experienced. Worldly. Sexy as fuck. God, I couldn’t even hold his gaze without practically setting on fire.

  “Holy shit,” Bea whispered, keeping her voice low enough, I had to lean over to hear her.

  And look away from Tate.

  “What?” I asked.

  “He was staring at you.”

  I shook my head automatically. “He wasn’t.”

  “He was.”

  “No way.”

  “Yes way,” she argued. “Like, full on stare down the sexy love interest—”

  “Shh!” I clamped my hand over Bea’s mouth, grateful we were sitting at the back of the group. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Mason raised his voice, clearly trying to get our attention. “It’s summer—traffic’s going to pick up. And now that we have live music on Thursdays in addition to Fridays and Saturdays, plan on it being a full house. Once we see how Thursday’s go, we’ll assess and see if we need to modify our hours.”

  Even Mason talked like he had experience. But then, the rumors about him were a lot more widespread. He and Tate had met years ago, bonded, traveled the world, apparently. They were like brothers. And Mason had a reputation for being a player.

  “Any questions?” Mason asked.

  Tate folded his arms and let his gaze wander the crowd, skimming over me just a little longer than the others before he moved on.

  Bea was squirming in her seat next to me, hardly able to keep her mouth shut. Once we were dismissed, she dragged me down the back hallway toward the bathrooms. She tugged me inside the woman’s restroom and spun around to face me.