Billionaire's Fake Fiancee

by Eva Luxe

  “No,” I tell her, giving her half the truth. “We didn’t bang.”

  “Well, thank god for that.”

  I really wish Shannon wouldn’t be like this. She is really set in her ways when it comes to Tommy, and this whole thing has been enough of a whirlwind without me having to keep worrying about what she thinks. Maybe it’s time to put my foot down.

  “Shannon, stop!” I say loudly, a little bit too whiny. “He really isn’t like you say he is! At least not to me.”

  Shannon sits up and looks at me inquisitively. I’ve never asserted myself like that around her and the surprise shows in her face. If Tommy hadn’t hurt himself today, I doubt I would have said anything. But I’m on edge thinking about him, worrying about how his x-ray will come out, and I just can’t hide my frustration.

  “Wow,” Shannon says. And that’s all she says. She looks at me, waiting for my explanation.

  “We…hooked up,” I finally say. “We didn’t have sex but—”

  “You sucked his dick.”

  “Gah!” I exclaim. “Do you have to be so crass?”

  “Well, that’s what you did, right?” She asks as though we were discussing the weather. My shoulders slump and I sigh. Reducing the time Tommy and I shared together to such a concise, crude statement feels like a sin.

  “Well, yes,” I admit. Shannon groans. “But it was more than that! He stayed with me, and laid with me, and said all these amazing things to me. We almost fell asleep but he had to get up for a game—”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Shannon says quickly. “Wait a hot second.”

  I realize what I’ve just admitted and feel like I’ve just been caught redhanded with a bag full of cash on my way out of a bank.

  “He almost fell asleep with you? But he had to get up in the morning?” Shannon closes her eyes, bites her lip and shakes her hands in front of her face. “Did you suck his fucking dick in your bed while I was sleeping!?”

  All I can do is look at her, and I’m sure my guilt is written all over my face. I’m waiting for her to scream at me or tell me to get out and she’s going to find another roommate, and while it was super hot at the time, I now feel horrible for doing it. But to my surprise, she bursts out laughing.

  “What!?” I blurt out.

  Shannon collapses back on her bed and cackles like I’ve just told her the best joke in the world.

  “What!?” I repeat. How could what I just told her possibly be so funny? Isn’t she mad? Or maybe she’s so mad that the only thing she can do is laugh at me.

  “Oh, Grace,” she says between laughs. “You surprise me! Seriously! I mean, I really can’t believe it!”

  I breathe a sigh of relief. At least she doesn’t sound angry. I still feel guilty, but at least I’m not panicked.

  “So you’re not mad?”

  “Eh,” she waves her hand like she couldn’t care less. “It’s college. You were horny. It’s Tommy Mason. I get it.”

  Finally, I allow myself to laugh too. What a way to sum up the magic time I spent with Tommy, Shannon: I was horny and I sucked his dick. So much for romance.

  “It’s more than that, Shannon,” I tell her. “I really like him. And he likes me. He invited me to his game today.”

  Shannon ponders this for a second, and it seems like part of what I’m saying at least gets to her.

  “So, they lost? Is that why you’re upset?”

  “No,” I say with a sigh, thinking about the events of the day. “He’s hurt. Someone on the other team kicked him in the ankle and they took him to the hospital. He was in a lot of pain.”

  I wonder if they’ve gotten the results of his x-ray back, or if he’s even gotten in to have one. He must be terrified. The look on his face in the locker room was heartbreaking and it’s hard to accept that right now, there’s nothing I can do for him.

  Shannon’s giving me a look that I don’t quite understand. It’s like I’ve just told her a riddle that she knows is a trick but she’s struggling to figure out. All of this has me feeling really off balance. So much has happened in such a short period of time.

  I left home, came here, realized I was on a coed floor with coed bathrooms where I ran into Tommy Mason naked, and he hit on me. I ran for the hills, found out he was my partner, fell for him, hooked up with him after my roommate told me a thousand times not to, and now he’s injured and I’m breaking the news to Shannon.

  Talk about drama!

  “Well, Grace,” she says finally. “If you like him, you like him. Even though I can’t see this ending well, I’ll try to be all right with this.”

  “Ah, thank God,” I say with a huge sigh of relief. Shannon comes over to me a gives me a hug that is just what I needed. “I was worried you were going to hate me and kick me out of the room or something!”

  Shannon laughs. “No, nothing like that. But I will give you the biggest ‘I told you so’ in the world if things go bad.”

  Will things go bad?

  I try to tell myself they won’t. But what happens if Tommy really hurt himself and doesn’t know how to handle it? I’m not sure I know how to be there for him if his whole entire sports career comes crashing down around him. But I will do my best.

  I glance at my phone again to see if he’s texted me. But there’s still nothing.

  Come on, Tommy! You’ll be okay. I know you will.

  Chapter 23 – Tommy

  Three weeks. Three weeks of no basketball.

  “Pretty bad sprain,” The doc had told me. It could be worse. When the doctor told me my ankle wasn’t broken, that was a huge relief. But being benched for almost a month is fucking insane. How am I going to keep my game fresh? Shoot free throws while everyone else is running drills?

  And what is Grace going to think? She meets Tommy Mason, the big basketball man on campus, and the next thing that happens is I’m on the fucking bench watching everyone else play?

  I clench my fists at my side and stare up at the ceiling of my room. I’ve been lying here in the dark for the last hour since I got back from the hospital. Joey knows well enough to leave me alone and went out to who knows where. Grace started sending me texts forty-five minutes ago, but I haven’t answered.

  I don’t know what to say to her. My whole life has been about basketball, ever since I was in middle school and my coach first saw my talent. Ever since then, that’s been who I am. Tommy Mason, the future pro.

  And now I feel like I’ve had my balls ripped off and replaced with a pair of Christmas bells.

  Just thinking about limping around the court, not even being able to chase my own rebounds, taking free throws and pussy-ass half-jump shots from the paint, has me feeling like a total dickhead.

  Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it doesn’t help that my ankle is still killing me and I’ve worked up a headache that feels like someone’s beating the back of my skull with a sledgehammer.

  Plus, I stink. I haven’t even bothered to shower yet. Honestly, I don’t want to do anything. Maybe I can go back to the hospital and bribe that doctor to put me in a coma for a month and we can just pretend this didn’t happen.

  Since I’ve been on the team, there hasn’t been a single game I didn’t start and didn’t play most of the time. Coach would pull me out if we had a huge lead so the other guys could get some court time, but for the most part I’m leading the pack, and picturing myself on the sideline, my ankle wrapped up while the other team talks shit about me from the court, has me wanting to throw up.

  Stop being such a pussy! I scream at myself inside. This is not like me. Nothing gets in my way. I see an obstacle, I crush it. I climb mountains and tear down walls. That’s what I do. But what the fuck am I supposed to do about my ankle? Go out there and play like I always do? Run up and down the court until my foot falls off?

  No. There’s nothing I can do.

  My phone buzzes beside me and I know it’s Grace. I really should pick it up and text her back. She’s got to be wondering what’s wrong, and the way
she was with me in the locker room – I mean, she’s an angel. I shouldn’t be treating her like this.

  I pick it up and check the message:

  Tommy, are you okay? I’m worried.

  Fuck.

  The fact that Grace is upset has me even more pissed off. Why the fuck is this happening? If I ever run into that son of a bitch from New Hampshire, he better turn and run, because I’ll tear his fucking leg off and beat him to death with it.

  I pull up my texts and start to write Grace back, but I delete it quickly. I just don’t know what to say. Finally I settle on something and send it:

  Bad sprain. I’m “okay.”

  Almost immediately she replies:

  Are you back? Can I see you?

  I think for a second. I do really want to see her, I just don’t know if I want her to see me like this. I should probably at least take a shower and make myself presentable.

  Gonna shower, I text back. I’ll see you after.

  I set my phone aside and stand up. Even with the painkillers, my ankle is a flaming ball of agony hanging from my leg. I glance at the crutches they gave me, now leaning in the corner of the room and scoff. Definitely not using those just to get my ass to the bathroom.

  I toss my clothes and wrap my towel around my waist and step out into the hall. Thankfully it’s empty. I’m sure everybody will be really nice and considerate and all that shit, but I just don’t want to face them right now. I just want to be alone, and that can be hard when you’re the most well-known guy on a campus of almost 30,000 people.

  I manage to limp my ass down to the bathroom and push open the door. No one’s in here either, so I can brace myself on the long sink counter as I head for the showers. Each step is a struggle and the reality of my situation starts to set in as I grab the towel bar on the wall as I reach the shower stall.

  “Goddamn it,” I curse under my breath. I slap the shower curtain open, almost tearing it off its hooks, and hang my towel up. Thankfully, this shower has more room than the other and even has a small ledge to sit on. I take a seat and let the water just rain down on my head and spill down across my shoulders onto my back.

  I look down at my ankle. It’s swollen as shit and already starting to bruise. If I wasn’t so pissed off, it’d be a pretty sweet injury to show off. Sort of like a scar from war or something. But all it is right now is a reminder of just how shitty things are.

  I hear the bathroom door open and someone comes in. I can hear their footsteps coming this way and sigh.

  “I’m in this one,” I call out. But whoever it is either deaf or looking for a beating, because they walk right over to my stall and pull open the curtain. I snap my head toward them, ready to lay out a beat down, but stop when I see who it is.

  “Grace!”

  “Hey,” she says with a smile. She’s wrapped up in a towel and gives me a look that lets me know we’re going to be okay. “See anything you like?”

  My words coming out of her mouth. I have to smile.

  “Everything.”

  Without hesitation, Grace slides her towel off her body, exposing herself to me completely. She’s moving differently now – with confidence, her eyes seductive as she hangs her towel and steps into the shower with me. She closes the curtain slowly behind her and steps over to me.

  With both hands, she strokes the side of my face and neck, then lifts my chin to her. I look up, her breasts inches from my face and feel myself starting to get hard. As I look at her, I realize just how stupid I was to think Grace would think any less of me with my bum leg.

  She looks down at me and our eyes lock. I bring my hands to her hips and feel her body, her soft skin and feel myself getting even harder.

  “How’s your ankle?” She asks me, her voice a whisper. “Does it hurt?”

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “Well, maybe this will take your mind off of it.”

  She smiles at me and slides her hands down my chest, down my abs and then gently, with just her fingertips, starts to stroke my cock.

  Her fingers are slick and slide easily up my shaft, but she focuses on the tip, doing circles around it, slowly, teasing me. It feels fucking awesome. No one’s done this to me before, and I wonder where she learned it. Did she just make it up?

  I’m rock hard and slide my hands down her lower back and grab her ass. Something about feeling a girl’s body covered in water just amplifies everything and I start going wild. I move my hands to her hips, then up her stomach and cup her breasts. It blows my mind that a girl with this kind of a body wasn’t chased down by every guy in her high school. She must have dressed like a nun.

  My mood has shifted completely. I’m not even thinking about my ankle. The only thing I can focus on is how fucking amazing Grace’s fingers feel on my cock, and her breasts. I lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth and suck gently, then move to the next one. I nibble, gently, and feel her body react.

  Keeping my mouth on her breast, I slide one hand around behind her and pull her close. I trace a line down her ass and underneath. My fingers find her pussy and I can feel she’s already wet. Without hesitation, I slide my fingers inside. She gasps and her delicate touch on my cock changes, and she’s gripping my shaft. Her other hand finds my balls and she’s pulling me toward her.

  The tip of my cock touches her pussy lips and I feel them spread slightly. I look up at her and see the lust in her eyes. I want to be inside her, and by the way she’s looking at me, she wants it too.

  “You want it?” I ask her. She looks at me, hesitates briefly, then opens her lips.

  “Yes.”

  My hand grips tighter on her ass while the other presses deeper inside her, getting her ready for my cock. I’m on fire for her. My cock is like a hot rod between my legs, just ready to slide into her wet pussy. This is it.

  “Come here,” I tell her. I slide my fingers out of her and take her by the hips and pull her toward me. She’s standing above my cock and I grip it by the base and guide it to her pussy. Her wetness drips down onto the tip of my dick and I feel my desire reach the breaking point. “Sit down on it.”

  Grace curls both of her arms around my neck and brings her face to mine so our foreheads are touching. Gently, without really kissing me, Grace brings her lips to mine and I feel her breath. Her hair, wet now, drapes across my face and finally, she sits down.

  I almost explode as her pussy takes my cock. She gasps and throws her head back and I kiss her neck hungrily, pressing her hips down. My cock slides deep inside her. Her back arches and I feel her body tense as she takes it all.

  Obviously she’s as hungry for me as I am for her. It must hurt, taking my monster cock in her for her first time, but she didn’t pause or stop halfway. She took it all. I look down at her pretty, shaven pussy wrapped around my cock and grab the back of her head and pull her face back down to mine so our eyes meet.

  “Fuck, baby,” I say into her mouth.

  “Oh my God,” she says back. “You’re inside me!”

  “How’s it feel?” I ask her. “Does it hurt?”

  She grinds her hips against me and I feel her pussy tighten up. “Yes. But it feels so good.”

  I take her hips and lift her, showing her how to fuck me. “Like this.”

  Her pussy lips grip my shaft as she rises up on my cock and we both look down, our foreheads pressed together, watching as she slides up and down on me.

  “It looks so good,” she says, almost with amazement. “Oh, God.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” I say, staring at her gorgeous body and pussy as she comes all the way up on my dick. She almost comes off, but I push her back down again and she gasps as I bottom out inside her.

  My cock is ready to explode already, but I can’t. I have to hold out, savor this moment and rock her world. This is her first time, but it’s also our first time, and I’m going to make sure I blow her mind.

  Chapter 24 – Grace

  I can’t believe this is happening!

  Tommy’s coc
k is hard inside me and stretching me out like I never thought possible. I didn’t even think it would fit, but I needed it and when he pressed the tip against my pussy, there was no turning back.

  Our bodies move together in sync and Tommy’s hands grip tightly around my hips, guiding me up and down, showing me what to do. I know I’m on top of him, but he’s the one fucking me. It’s perfect. He’s showing me what to do and I still feel like I’m doing something, not just lying there like a dead, scared fish.

  It does hurt. But I expected that. Most girls always say the first time hurts, but most girls’ first time isn’t with someone as gifted as Tommy. I feel completely full, and I am. Thank God he’s letting me go slow at first, because if he was fucking me hard, I might just split in half.

  My mind can barely comprehend what’s happening, and I’m entranced as I look down between our bodies and see his cock going in and out of me. It’s almost too much to take, but I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  He’s my beautiful wounded man, and as I look down at his swollen ankle and think about what he must be going through, I feel proud.

  In his most vulnerable moment, Tommy let me in, and he’s not even showing off or trying to play tough. He’s being raw and honest with me as we share this moment together. I’m there for him and he’s there for me and right now, we are one with each other.

  Tommy moves his hands from my hips to my ass and grabs me tight. He picks up the pace and starts pushing me down even harder onto his dick. It knocks the breath out of me and I try to relax, but my whole body is tensing up. I’m so wet, but Tommy’s cock is enormous and it’s hard to take.

  But as he drives me down on him, harder, I feel an orgasm starting to swell inside me. Of course he feels amazing, but there’s so much more behind this feeling than just what’s going on between my legs. Tommy is mine and this proves it. Just as I’m giving myself to him, he’s giving himself to me, and that’s what has me so turned on right now.

  Clearly, he knows what he’s doing and whispers to me.

  “You getting close?” He asks.