My Playboy Fiance: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Katerina Cole

  I seized when Dylan slammed into my ass.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned. “Dylan.”

  “Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight. So hot. Damn, Vanessa.”

  Isaac thrust inside me, stretching the walls of my pussy to accommodate his massive cock. They fucked me over and over. Drowning out my cries with groans and grunts of satisfaction and passion.

  My nipples rubbed against Isaac’s chest. My back was slick with sweat against Dylan. Their mouths covered me in kisses like a rain storm. And their cocks were the thunder and lightning, hitting me over and over until I couldn’t keep the damn from breaking.

  “Oh God,” I pleaded. I didn’t know what I wanted. My release? Theirs? An eternity of feeling like this?

  Dylan had a slow steady rhythm. He was so thick and hard, I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside my ass. It was mind-blowing how good it felt to have him there this time. Both of them filled me in new ways. Surprising me. Completing me with their bodies.

  The orgasm catapulted through me, sending fiery rain tearing through my veins. I thought I would be torn in two as they pumped into me. But the warmth of flames engulfed me as we burned in ecstasy.

  Dylan bit my shoulder as his orgasm claimed him. He pumped deep in my ass.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he growled.

  I leaned into him, offering the depths of my pussy to Isaac. He thrust again, hilting himself so far. I thought I’d split in half. Dylan’s cock was still buried in my ass. He held my breasts in his palms while Isaac fucked me, until I saw it in his eyes.

  “Vanessa,” he whispered. “Fuck.”

  He shot his release inside me, before collapsing next to me.

  I smiled. I’d never been happier. Even if it was only for a minute, I wanted it to stay like this forever. They were both inside me. Warm. Hot. Sexy as hell. And I had just shared my world with them.

  I was tempted to sleep like this on the hard studio floor when Isaac’s eyes widened.

  “Damn it. I fucked up.”

  “What? What’s wrong?” I looked at him. The moment had been completely perfect.

  “The condoms are still in my jean pockets.”

  “Mother fucker,” Dylan sputtered.

  “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m on the pill, Isaac. It’s ok.” I was slightly startled, but I wasn’t going to let one slip up ruin tonight.

  “You were so damn beautiful. I didn’t think straight. I’m sorry.”

  I grabbed his arm. “It’s ok.” I leaned up to kiss him. “I’m not worried about getting pregnant. And it felt good. Too good to put something between us.” I smiled.

  I was covered in paint. I had just had sex with two men. There were a lot of other things to worry about.

  He kissed my forehead. “Do you know a what rock star you are? About everything?”

  Dylan laughed, collecting his clothes. “Watch out, or I might marry you.” He winked.

  I felt a spark of jealousy fly off Isaac’s chest. Maybe it was a slight rumble I heard. But that would have to wait. Because just then. I heard the alarm buzz. It was the front gate.

  29

  Isaac

  Fuck. Who was at the door? I looked at Vanessa’s face and knew she was in just as much shock. I scrambled for clothes. She was covered in paint. It was in her hair, all over her boobs.

  The speakers echoed in the house. “Miss Vanessa?”

  “Oh shit. Oh God.” She sat forward. “It’s George at the gate.”

  “Who’s here?” Dylan pulled his T-shirt on over his head.

  She slammed her hand into her forehead. “I completely lost track of time. I forgot everything. Oh no. This isn’t good.” She started to search for her clothes. “Not good. Oh shit.”

  I grabbed her shoulders. “Who is at the damn door? What’s going on?”

  Her eyes flashed with fear. “It’s Charlie Maine. Ok? She was supposed to stop by after work and I forgot. If she sees you here…”

  “Fuck.” Dylan stepped into his pants.

  “Really helpful, brother.” I eyed him.

  He shrugged. “Wait a minute. There’s no reason I can’t be here. What am I worried about?” He looked at me. “You, however are the problem.”

  I felt the jealousy surge in my chest.

  “I’ll stay up here.” I gritted my teeth. “Problem solved. Go be the damn fiancé.”

  Vanessa exhaled. “You’re sure?” She looked around for the ring. I held it up to her. I had put it in the same pocket the condoms were. I just couldn’t handle fucking her with that rock on her finger.

  She closed her eyes as I slipped it over her knuckle.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “No problem. You have a TV up here somewhere? I’ll look for a movie.”

  “Yes. In my bedroom. Keep the door locked.”

  “Got it.”

  “How am I going to explain this paint?” She looked to Dylan for an answer. There were green streaks in her hair.

  He laughed. “I don’t think it’s any of Charlie Maine’s business what we do up here, darlin’.”

  She raced to the intercom system and pressed the screen.

  “Hi, George. Yes, please send Ms. Maine up to the house. Thank you.”

  I could see it in her eyes. She was sliding back into her cocoon. Two minutes ago, I had seen who Vanessa McCade really was. She was like an angel. A beautiful woman who had more power and grace in her skin than all the Warriors dance team put together.

  Now, she was reminded she couldn’t be that woman when she wanted to be. She had to fall back to her new calling—she was the Warriors’ owner. It was already changing her.

  I stepped in front of her. “Wait, why is Charlie here?” It was never a good sign to have the fixer show up.

  “It’s something I’ve handled. It will be fine.” She bit her lip. “As long as she doesn’t find out about you, we’ll be fine.”

  She moved around me and I watched her descend the stairs with Dylan. I wanted to be that man. The one she could lean on.

  I walked to Vanessa’s bedroom, locked the door, and landed on the bed with the remote in my hand.

  When the hell had I turned into such a sucker for feelings? Why did I give a shit what happened? When had this happened to me? I smelled the scent of Vanessa’s shampoo on her pillows as I propped myself up to flip through the channels. She was all around me.

  Fuck. She was changing me. Making me want things I never cared about before.

  30

  Vanessa

  By the time we made it to the foyer Charlie was standing at the front door.

  I opened the door and she blinked at me.

  “What happened to you?”

  I ran my fingers through my paint-colored hair. I tried to laugh. “I got a little carried away with a canvas.”

  “I can see that.” She walked inside.

  Dylan had already grabbed a beer from the fridge. He leaned on the counter, acting as if he had always belonged in that spot. He looked calm and comfortable. And with bits of paint splattered on his hands and cheeks, he looked sexier than I’d ever seen.

  “Hi.” He tipped the beer toward Charlie.

  “I didn’t know he was here.” She twirled toward me. “You paint too, Dylan?”

  He laughed. “Only if it’s with Vanessa.”

  My insides were twisting like a roller coaster. It was one thing to have Charlie working through problems on my behalf—trying to save the team’s reputation. It was another, trying to hide my life from her. Trying to cover up my own scandal. I felt like I should just go ahead and confess, but there was no way I could admit I was in a relationship with two men.

  It wasn’t a one-time deal. Wasn’t that what three-ways were supposed to be? A one-time sexual experience that people experimented with? A way to explore something new? Something you could blame on a wild drunken impulse.

  It had gone way beyond that for me. For them. We were in something that didn’t have a name. There was no way to define
wanting both of them in my bed all the time. Needing them in my day and night. I doubted Charlie Maine was the kind of woman who would understand it.

  “Can I get you a beer Charlie?” Dylan asked.

  “No thank you. I have plans with Linc. I just stopped by to pick up something from Vanessa.”

  The safe was sitting in the hallway coat closet. I had hauled it in after our meeting.

  I realized with Dylan in the kitchen, discussing its contents wasn’t going to be easy.

  Charlie was waiting.

  There was a small study off the foyer I never used. It might become my home office.

  “Dylan, I’ll be right back.”

  “Sure. Take your time, darlin’. Good to see you, Charlie.” He winked at her.

  Charlie shook her head. “You too, James.”

  She followed me to the coat closet. I lugged it out from under my spring jackets and wheeled it into the study.

  “You two look awfully serious,” she commented.

  I didn’t know how to answer her. “It’s good,” I replied.

  The glass door was the only thing between Dylan and us. I wanted to keep this as confidential as possible. The secrets were mounting around me. What if the guys found out about the safe? They already hated my grandfather. Realizing he kept dirt on them would only make that hatred grow.

  “How you got Dylan James to agree to this, I don’t know. I’ve convinced a lot of athletes to do things they didn’t want to over the years, but it was for the sake of their careers. I was their last chance for redemption. How did Steve get him to sign on for this? Blackmail?”

  “Oh God no.” I glared at her. “He wouldn’t do that.”

  “Really?” She cocked her head to the side.

  “Dylan wanted to do it. He volunteered.”

  Charlie laughed. “Come on. I know these guys. He’s a playboy. A notorious partier. He’s doing an excellent job of playing fiancé, I’ll give him that. I wouldn’t have known that was possible, he’s convincing. But, really? Why did he give up that up for this arrangement? What did you and Steve promise him? I need to know what the pay off was so I can prepare for it if that comes out somehow.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think all those details matter.”

  “Before I open that safe and start learning about every dirty filthy thing those guys have done, I have to know what someone has collected on you. Because somewhere someone is doing the same thing your grandfather is. Only instead of at the top of the tab it says Vanessa McCade.”

  My mouth dropped in horror. “No. Why would that happen?”

  “Vanessa, I get it. This wasn’t your world. But it is now. The sooner you realize people are nothing but corrupt sons of bitches who want to take what’s yours, the quicker you’ll start covering your ass.”

  I wanted to run out of the study. I wanted to find Dylan’s arms. I wanted Isaac to shield me from the ugliness of her words.

  “What were the stakes for Dylan? Did Steve have something on him?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “He won me.”

  “Excuse me?”

  I couldn’t look her in the eye. Charlie was powerful confident woman. The kind that bulldozed the toughest athletes. I must have looked weak and pathetic to her.

  “Steve thought it would be fun to have an auction for a chance to be engaged to me for the season. The single guys bid on me. I had no idea. I never would have allowed it. But…”

  “Fuck,” she whispered. “Who knows?”

  “He made them sign an NDA. I don’t know how many players exactly. Single guys.”

  “So Dylan got caught up in a cock war over who was going to claim you for the season?” She shook her head. “That sounds more like him.”

  “He’s not really like that. I mean, he was. I know he was, but he’s been nothing but great.”

  “You’re sleeping with him. You don’t qualify as unbiased.”

  “How did you know?” My eyes flashed to hers. Were all my secrets written on my forehead?

  “The paint for one.” She huffed. “But it’s Dylan James. He wanted you. He got you. It’s a simple equation.”

  I closed my eyes. She made it sound so dirty. As if I didn’t matter to him. I knew that wasn’t true. We had shared something together that defied traditional boxes and labels.

  “This fake engagement works for us, ok?” I tried to muster some sort of defense. “I need your help, Charlie. Please don’t judge what mistakes I may have made before now. I’ve done the best I could.” I straightened my shoulders.

  She sighed. “You’re right. What’s done is done. But before I even go anywhere near these files, I need to lock down this auction story. I’m going to need the names of every player who was there. If it gets out there that your engagement isn’t real and that the Warriors participated in auctioning a woman? Can you imagine? Every woman who has ever worked for the organization is going to start suing for sexual harassment. You’ll never escape the image of being a piece of property. And damn it, you own that team, Vanessa.” She slammed her palm on the writing desk.

  I nodded. “I think Dylan can help you with that. He was there.”

  “Good. And I will see Steve first thing in the morning. He is such an asshole for this. A fucking auction?” She rolled her eyes.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t have to say any more. I’ve got this now. I’m going to talk to Dylan. I’ll take the safe with me.”

  I nodded. “Please.”

  I sat at the desk while Charlie strolled confidently to find Dylan. I watched through the glass door as she talked to him about the auction. He nodded from time to time. It was like watching something unfold on TV. But it was in my kitchen. This was my life now.

  31

  Dylan

  I loved the first game of the season. Understatement. I was fucking obsessed with it. There was a kind of energy that buzzed in the locker room that we didn’t feel the rest of the season. It was the promise that anything could happen.

  We could win our division. Set records. Make the fans erupt. Everything was possible. The Super Bowl. Complete victory. The ultimate championship. It was all in our reach.

  Right here in this moment, all of it was only a game away. Nothing was set in stone. The Warriors had just as much chance as the Wranglers to break free from the pack. We were all gunning for the same thing. A winning season. A glorious road to our dreams coming true.

  Isaac slapped me on the back. “Ready?”

  We reached for our helmets. The equipment crew had polished them for the game.

  “Hell yeah.”

  “They are insane out there.” He motioned toward the tunnel. The stadium was filled.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard them this loud before.”

  We both knew what it meant to Vanessa to have the tickets sold. To have this kind of turn out for the home opener. Now it was our turn to do our part for her. We had to win this damn game. Put the W on the scoreboard. Thrill the crowd. End the speculation that the Warriors were too distracted in the pre-season. This was our chance.

  Running through the tunnel, my adrenaline pumped through my veins. I jogged through a cloud of smoke, surrounded by fireworks. The music was deafening as we took the field, crossing in front of the fans.

  My eyes traveled up the massive rows until I found the ownership box. I couldn’t see her from here, but I knew she was there. I knew Vanessa was watching. I strapped my helmet on and lined up with the rest of the team.

  We all knew it was coming. The tribute to the man who had built this team. But it was hard to stomach the photo montage that played after the national anthem. There were pictures of Vanessa as a child with her grandparents. Pictures of McCade with players through the years. If we didn’t know better, you’d think the league’s favorite owner had died. The slide show was a tribute to a man we had never liked. But we stood in solidarity, wearing our Mac patches and respected the video until the last shot played.


  Applewhite shouted at us to huddle around him.

  Isaac was next to me. “That was fucked up, wasn’t it?”

  “No shit,” I answered. I didn’t want memorials. I wanted to play football. I’d be happy as soon as the whistle blew.

  32

  Vanessa

  It was hard to believe we were two months into the season. Out of seven games we had lost two. I knew Dylan and Isaac were pissed about those two losses, but I couldn’t believe the season was going as well as it was.

  Team moral was up. It might have had something to do with the contract I signed to break ground on the new indoor training facility. I was embarrassed it hadn’t been built before now.

  The press followed me wherever I went. It seemed as if there should have been more news to cover in Austin other than how I was planning my wedding, or expanding the franchise’s structures, but I was in some kind of new romance with the press.

  Charlie assured me it was better this way. It was the good kind of attention. The kind the Warriors needed.

  It was Sunday. Game day. Game eight.

  I loved waking up in Isaac’s king bed.

  “Good morning, baby.” He kissed the back of my neck. I was wearing a Warriors T-shirt and no panties.

  “Good morning.” I smiled.

  Dylan was in the shower. He liked to get to the stadium earlier than everyone else. It was the only time he seemed to be intensely focused. He was having an incredible season. They both were.

  Isaac’s hands snaked up my stomach, pushing the T-shirt over my breasts. The fabric made my nipples tingle as it edged over them.

  “Mmm,” I moaned.

  He tucked me under him, pinning my arms over my head as he nudged my knees wide and nestled between my legs.

  He kissed my throat, making my body wake up with each of his kisses.

  “So fucking sexy in the morning,” he groaned.