Accidentally Engaged

by Nikki Chase

  She comes alive under my touch. She’s radiating warmth, and little mewling sounds of pleasure emanate from between her lips with every little contact.

  I talk to her between kisses. “To be perfectly honest, I’ve been wanting to do a lot of things to you all week.”

  She moans at my words, arching her back, and pressing herself further into me. She gasps as my fingers unclasp her bra.

  Her hand is pressed against my chest. She runs it down my body now, to my stomach and then down to my thigh. My cock swells in anticipation of her touch.

  She arches her back as I trace circles around her stiff, engorged nipples, and then groans, long and low, as I tweak them gently.

  “Why don’t you show me?” she says, her breathing heavy. Her exploring fingers find my already-hard cock, and she moans again as she starts to rub me through my pants. “I want you to show me, Brock.”

  “More than happy to,” I growl in the back of my throat. Her hand is clasped around my hard shaft now, massaging me through my pants. “I can’t wait to get these pants off. But first . . .”

  I push her gently back so that she’s laying down, looking up at me with those big beautiful, doe eyes of hers. She looks so vulnerable, so innocent, so goddamn sexy.

  I pull her sweater and blouse off, and then dip my head down, taking each of her nipples in my lips in turn, sucking and licking and nibbling as she moans and writhes under me. Her chest heaves as she pants in delight, her hips arching upwards as if she’s desperate for me to have her.

  But not yet. I’m going to make her wait.

  I give her one more lingering kiss on the lips, and then start to make my meandering way down her body—her neck, her chest, her stomach, her thighs. My kisses start gentle but get more urgent the lower I go. I’m eager to taste her, to have her, to make her mine.

  She’s only wearing her jeans now, and I yank them off, along with her panties, throwing them to one side. She’s completely naked, completely exposed, completely at my mercy.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about what you keep hidden behind those work clothes,” I say, my voice thick with need.

  “I hope I’m meeting expectations,” she says with a coy smile. And there’s that little, enticing lip-bite again.

  “The real thing is better than any fantasy I could have possibly come up with.”

  I kneel between her legs and spread them wide. I can see her glistening folds in the moonlight. She’s already so wet for me, and we’re only getting started.

  The sight spurs me on, and I growl again in the back of my throat as I lean down and put my tongue to her slick, throbbing button. She cries out and entangles her fingers through my hair as I flick my tongue against her clit, slowly at first but then faster and more insistently as her cries and moans of passion gradually make me lose control.

  “Oh that feels so good, Brock,” she whispers. My name has never sounded so good, and she tastes amazing.

  I reach up to fondle her nipples as my tongue encircles her most sensitive area. She grinds her hips upwards into me, pulling on my hair as she whimpers and groans. I feel her muscles start to tense, her whole body stiffening . . . then she suddenly pushes me away.

  “No. Not yet,” she whispers loudly, her heavy-lidded eyes looking down at me, full of desire. “Should we go inside? What if we get caught?”

  I can’t wait any longer. I can’t hold myself back.

  “My parents are heavy sleepers. You’ll just need to stay quiet,” I say, my voice hoarse.

  She bites her lip and nods, watching me as I pull off my clothes. My hard, throbbing cock springs free as I yank my boxers off.

  “I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she says, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. “Fuck me, Brock.”

  She doesn’t need to ask me twice, that’s for sure.

  I spread her legs wide, grasping my thick shaft at the base. She sits up and watches as I tease her gently with the tip, rubbing myself against her entrance. Her sticky juices coat me, showing me just how ready she is for me.

  “Don’t make me wait,” she moans. “Don’t tease me anymore, Brock. Please. I need you.”

  The waves are lapping at the shores of the lake, and the warm breeze is blowing as I guide myself into her, slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt her.

  Nina’s eyes roll back into her head as I glide inside, inch by inch, until she’s taken all of me. I kiss her as we make love, slowly at first, sensually, completely in tune with one another.

  She’s panting and writhing beneath me, gripping my cock tight with the slick walls of her pussy. It feels so fucking good to finally have her, to be inside her, to make her mine.

  Nina shifts her hips, pushing me over to one side. I see what she’s trying to do and oblige, rolling over onto my back and pulling her with me. She grinds down at me, sitting on top of me, leaning forward with her hands on my chest.

  She looks so beautiful, framed by the bright moon and the starry sky, and my heart swells with passion as I gaze at her. She leans forward and kisses me, my cock still buried deep inside her. I twitch my muscles, my hard flesh pulsing, and she moans, closing her eyes.

  “This feels amazing,” she moans.

  “You’re amazing,” I tell her, putting my hands on her hips and moving her back and forth over me.

  She smiles as she moves her hips in a hypnotic rhythm. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her lip as she rides me. I reach up and run my hands up and down her body, wanting to feel all of her.

  Nina moves faster and faster now, her breath coming in hoarse gasps as our flesh comes together, again and again. I can feel my own climax building, building, and it’s getting more and more difficult to hold back.

  I sit up while she’s straddling me, her hands behind my neck her leverage to fuck me harder and faster. She’s quivering now, her whole body tensing and untensing, over and over.

  “I’m coming, Brock,” she gasps.

  And then I feel it—her tight, slick pussy grips and pulses around my rock-hard shaft. She throws her head back and cries out—loud.

  I have just enough presence of mind to clamp my hand over her mouth and muffle the sound before my own orgasm overtakes me in a riot of ecstasy, a kaleidoscope of passion.

  We climax together, flesh against flesh, my seed spurting into her again and again until I have nothing left to give.

  She finishes with one last quiver before sagging forward and leaning her head against my shoulder. As I take my hand off her mouth, she giggles.

  “Sorry, I got a little carried away,” she says.

  “Me too.” I chuckle. “You’re lucky I even thought of quieting you down, or we’d probably be having an awkward discussion with my parents right around now.”

  “Oh my God. Don’t even say that,” she says. “I would literally die. I’d just jump in that lake and swim away, and you’d never see me again.”

  She climbs off, and we lay there on the dock, side by side, as we catch our breath. A sense of pure well-being washes over me as I wrap her in my arms.

  This feels right, Nina and I. It feels right to have her here, in my arms. Mine.

  Neither of us talk—we don’t need to. Everything’s already been said.

  After a little while, Nina’s breathing slows down to a steady rhythm. I rise to my feet and pull her up with me.

  “Let’s get inside,” I say. “It gets real chilly at night.”

  We dress quickly, and I take the opportunity to admire Nina’s perfect curves again before I take her by the hand and lead her inside the house.

  We climb into bed together, and she falls asleep almost immediately, her head resting on my chest, her arm draped over my abs.

  I lay there for a little while before sleep overtakes me, wondering if we’ve done the right thing. If I’ve done the right thing.

  But I know we have. Nothing that feels as perfect as this could possibly be wrong.

  Brock

  I wake up as the early morning light fil
ters through the shutters. It takes me a second to remember where I am.

  Nina is sleeping soundly next to me, chest rising and falling steadily. I lay there for a little while, just looking at her, remembering what happened last night.

  She looked so fucking sexy as she was riding me. And damn if it wasn’t the best sex of my life. Everything just seemed to . . . work. No awkwardness, no nothing. Just pleasure and passion and intimacy.

  Do I want to get this attached this quickly? It’s how I got burned before, with Rosa.

  But no, that’s not the same. Nina isn’t the same.

  Still, I need to be careful. She’s fragile after her messy break-up. And other circumstances mean that this—us—isn’t going to be easy.

  But fuck, I want to give it a try. Give us a try.

  She wakes up slowly, yawning and wiping sleep from her eyes. She smiles as she sees me.

  “Good morning,” she mumbles. “What time is it?”

  “Early,” I say with a smile. “There’s something about this place that wakes you up early. Must be the mountain air or something.”

  She grins. “Maybe for you it’s the mountain air. For me, it’s that I’ve got to pee.”

  She scurries off to the bathroom, shyly attempting to cover her nakedness.

  I roll out of bed and put on some clothes, the smell of coffee pulling me toward the kitchen. Mom’s cooking bacon and eggs, and Dad’s reading a newspaper.

  “Morning,” I say.

  My dad peers at me over the top of the paper. “Did you sleep well?”

  “I slept great,” I answer with a yawn, pouring myself a mug of strong, steaming black coffee. I sit at the table and sip it, the caffeine immediately perking me up.

  “Good coffee,” I murmur my appreciation. “It always tastes better when you make it, Mom.”

  She laughs. “You probably need it to warm you up. The two of you spent so long outside last night you probably caught cold.”

  She throws me a meaningful glance, and I cough, almost spitting my coffee everywhere. I decide to just not respond—my parents love to playfully tease me, but holy shit, it can get awkward. Thank God Nina isn’t here yet.

  “Showing Nina the constellations, were you, son?” Dad asks with a grin. “The sky is great this time of year.”

  I frown at him.

  “Or maybe they decided to do a spot of late-night fishing,” Mom says with a wicked grin. “Did you get lucky, Brock?”

  “Would the two of you please give it a rest?” I look from one to the other, incredulous. “Honestly. You’re old, freaking fogies now. You’re not supposed to . . .”

  “Supposed to what?” my dad says, acting like he’s offended. “Ask about fishing? I don’t see what’s wrong with that. Do you Barb?”

  She arches her eyebrows. “Not at all, Art.”

  I throw up my hands, and they laugh at my discomfort.

  Luckily, before they can sling any more zingers at me, Nina emerges from the bedroom. Her hair is all mussed up and she’s wearing sweatpants and a crumpled old t-shirt, but to me she looks like the most beautiful woman in the world in that moment.

  I shoot a warning glance to my parents that says ‘no more comments about last night,’ and get a wink in response from my mom, which I hope means that she’ll lay off. I don’t want them to scare poor Nina away.

  “Good morning, everyone,” she yawns. “Is that coffee I smell? And eggs and bacon?”

  “Take a seat, hon,” Mom says. “Brock, get your fiancée some coffee, would you?”

  I pour her a cup. Nina smiles at me as she sips at it, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

  Mom serves up breakfast, and we all sit around, chatting and laughing, and I take a moment to sit back and relish the moment.

  I wish I could start my days like this, with Nina and my family by my side. Good food, good company, and a beautiful girl. What more could a man ask for?

  Nina catches me looking at her and blushes.

  Damn, every time she does that, I want her even more. It’s like a Pavlovian trigger or something.

  We finish up breakfast, and I decide to take Nina for a walk around the lake before we have to head back to the city.

  The air is crisp, the birds are singing, and the breeze is blowing in off the lake. As we walk between the pines, I tell her stories from when I was kid.

  Here’s where my brother and I made a rope swing. Here’s where we tried to build a treehouse. Here’s where we found a snake.

  Nina marvels at every little thing, and I get the impression that she doesn’t spend much time outside of the city.

  “Not really,” she tells me. “We never had a lake house or anything growing up, and neither of my parents were really outdoorsy sort of people. And then, after . . . well, Dean and I never had the money or the time.”

  Nina breaks off, bending over to look at a plant or a flower or something.

  I follow her and put my arm around her. “I’m glad you like it so much up here. Like I said, any time you want to come back here, just let me know.”

  She looks up at me and nods, a smile lighting up her face.

  It takes us around an hour to make a full circuit of the lake. When we get back to the cabin, Mom and Dad are sitting outside, reading in the sun.

  “We’ve got to make a move,” I tell them. “Work stuff, unfortunately.”

  They try and get us to stay, but I have to turn them down. Too much to do, too many meetings to attend.

  We say our goodbyes, and my Mom tells Nina that she’s welcome up here anytime, and then we climb back into the car and start the drive back down to the city.

  Nina’s quiet in the car—noticeably so. She stares out of the windows at the passing scenery and doesn’t really seem inclined to get into any conversation.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask her. “You’re really quiet this morning. I’m . . . Are we moving too fast? You know, with what happened in the hotel room last weekend, I didn’t want to push you or anything, get you out of your comfort zone.”

  She doesn’t answer for a little while, deep in thought.

  “I wanted to be taken seriously as this job,” she eventually says, her voice soft and contemplative. “I mean . . . my brother got me the job in the first place, and now I’m sleeping with my boss? What are people going to think?” She laughs nervously.

  “Screw what people think,” I say. “Let them think what they like. We know the truth. You’re great at your job, and I would have hired you even without Dean sending you my way. You saw that pile of paperwork that was on my desk when you started. I’d be lost without you there.”

  She nods, looking a little comforted. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “I want you to know, Nina, that you’re more than just my assistant. You’re . . . well, you mean a lot to me. You’re special.”

  She smiles. “You’re special to me too.”

  “I really mean that. After what happened with my last relationship, I’m not someone to say it lightly.”

  She reaches for my hand and squeezes. I squeeze her right back.

  I know, now more than ever, that I need to tread carefully.

  I completely understand where Nina’s coming from with her concerns, and I don’t want us to become a topic of gossip in the office either. We need to keep things discreet between us at work.

  I tell myself to take things slowly. There’s no need to rush into this. Just let it play out naturally. Our feelings for each other are real, and this weird fake engagement is turning out to be so much more.

  Eventually, we pull up outside her apartment, and she gathers her things.

  My plan was to drop her off here then head home because there’s something I need to grab from home before work tomorrow. But as she gets out of the car, I feel a strong longing for her, like I can’t bear to be away from her.

  I kill the engine and get out, wrapping my arms around her.

  I kiss her on the cheek. “How about I stay here
tonight?”

  Nina

  I raise my eyebrows at Brock. “Didn’t you say you needed to get something from your house before work tomorrow?”

  “Well, I guess we’ll need to get up early then, won’t we? We can swing by there on the way into the office.” He shoots me a playful grin.

  “I’m really not much of a morning person. If you want me at peak performance in the office, I’m not really sure it’s such a good idea to have me wake up at the crack of dawn,” I protest, despite the smile playing on my lips.

  I have to admit, the idea of Brock in my bed—preferably naked—sounds appealing, to say the least. Last night was amazing. I can’t help but wonder how much better it would be if we did it on a surface softer than the wooden planks of an old dock.

  “Oh, I know all about your morning proclivities, Little Miss Late-on-Her-First-Day-of-Work,” he teases. “In fact, that’s all the more reason for me to stay over tonight, just so I can make sure you wake up on time.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh? So you’ll be doing that for me then? Waking me up, I mean. No need for me to set an alarm, right?”

  Brock’s gaze darts down, and a smile curves his lips. Hunger flashes in his eyes. “You know, when you fold your arms like that, it makes your tits look amazing.”

  I stare at him and turn around, starting to walk toward the entrance to my apartment building before he can see the smile I can no longer hide.

  “Hey, wait!” Brock takes a few strides with his long legs and quickly catches up, grabbing me around the waist and staring me in the eyes. “To answer your question, yes, I’ll be waking you up in the morning. That’s just the kind of boss I am. Understanding. Thinks outside of the box. When my assistant needs help, I’m not afraid to roll up my sleeves and get down and dirty.”

  My heart skips a beat. “Down and dirty, huh?”

  I scrabble for the door handle behind me, trying to somehow get it open. It’s not the easiest of tasks because I’m currently distracted by Brock’s hands running all over my body and his insistent lips crushed against mine.