by Eva Luxe
Brian put his arms around me, and we stood together for a while, just staring out at the sea. My mind ran through that night again.
“Not everything worked out the way we planned it,” Brian said. “At least, not yet.”
I looked at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well,” Brian took a deep breath. “We always said we would spend our lives together. Soul mates, remember?”
I smiled and nodded. “Right. Soul mates. But we found each other.”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He cleared his throat and dropped to his knee. I stared at him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He pulled a little blue box from his pocket. Opening it up, he revealed a shiny silver ring with a large diamond on top.
“I want to spend my life with you,” he said. “Officially. I love you just as much as I did six years ago. Without you, life has been so empty. I hate what happened to you so long ago in this place, but I love that we have been brought back together and that we have come back here to conquer our fears together, to start fresh with everything that awaits us every morning when we wake up together. Sadie Anderson, will you marry me?”
I clapped both my hands to my mouth.
“You’re proposing?” I asked through my fingers.
Brian grinned. “Looks like it,” he said.
I was suddenly crying, tears spilling onto my cheeks out of nowhere. I nodded and held out my left hand so he could slip the ring onto my finger.
“Oh, my God,” I said. It fit perfectly, a large diamond set among smaller stones lined up along the silver band, all of which glittered as I moved my hand. “Of course, I’ll spend the rest of my life with you.”
Brian stood up and hugged me. He held me against him.
“I’m so glad to have you back,” he said.
He pulled away and kissed me. His mouth was hot on mine, warmth radiating from his skin, creating a bubble around me against the weather. I ran my hands up his sides, and he squirmed, ticklish.
His hands wrapped around my body and pulled me against him. I felt his erection in his pants and broke the kiss, looking at him.
“For old time’s sake?” he asked.
I knew what he was asking me. I nodded. We were going to have sex on the rock the way we lost our virginity to each other way back when.
High Rock was secluded enough that we wouldn’t be spotted by anyone passing by, but the thrill of possibly being caught was still in the air. Brian kissed me again. He moved his hands, caressing my body, feeling me. He hands were on my ass, squeezing my cheeks before he slipped them around to my breasts and did the same. He spent more time on my breasts, squeezing, rubbing, kneading. My nipples were erect, straining against my bra.
Brian kneeled and pulled me down onto the rock with him. He laid me on my back and half on top of me, his body pressed against mine so that his cock was pressed against my hip through his pants. He kissed me again. His hand was on my cheek, and he slowly slid it down my neck. The slow movement made me ache for more.
His hand moved down my chest, his fingers lifted the dress, and he slipped his hand underneath the material. His fingers pushed into my bra, and he tugged on my nipple until I moaned.
We were in public so we couldn’t get naked, but Brian was turning me on just as much without us removing our clothes.
I reached down and rubbed him through his pants. His breathing sped up, and I knew I was doing it right. He moved his hips, grinding himself against my hand.
I was wet. I could feel it pooling in my panties. As if Brian knew what I was thinking, he slid his hand up my leg, abandoning my breasts for now, and moved underneath my skirt.
The night after prom, when we’d done it right here, I’d also been wearing a skirt. The coincidence was striking.
I didn’t have a lot of time to think about that. Brian pulled my panties to the side and pushed his fingers into me. I made sure my dress was down over his hand so that it wasn’t too suspicious, but I couldn’t think straight.
I gasped as he fingered me, his fingers fighting my panties as he probed me.
I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth, and he tasted of lust and love.
Brian made a growling sound at the back of his throat.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” he said.
He pulled my hand away from his cock and undid his own pants, pulling himself free. He didn’t pull down his jeans, only let himself out through his fly.
He got onto me, his stiff cock bobbing with the movement. I pushed my hand into his pocket and found a condom. I had started the pill since condoms weren’t always safe, but I wouldn’t be safe for another two weeks, so we made sure we always had one handy. I made quick work of getting the condom out and onto his cock.
He rolled onto me, moving in under my dress, and I opened my legs for him.
Brian didn’t hesitate before he pushed into me, and I was so wet he slid in with ease. I gasped. No matter how often we did it, and we did it a lot lately, I would never get used to the size and the feel of him.
Brian started moving, pushing in and pulling out. He looked around to check that we were alone, but the beach around us was deserted, and the rocks around us gave us enough cover.
He bucked his hips harder. The rock was hard beneath my back, but I didn’t care. I was focused on Brian, his cock inside me, and the rhythm he built.
We didn’t have time for positions and delaying orgasms. This was going to be a quickie. Brian pumped into me harder and harder, my legs spread wide on either side of him.
An orgasm built inside of me, born out of the thrill of doing it here, the memories I had now, and Brian’s love for me. Heat filled me up, and it didn’t take long before I spilled over the edge, coming undone at the seams. I cried out, and a moment later, Brian released inside me.
We came together, in sync, and my body tugged at his cock, milking him as it squeezed tightly around his shaft. I felt him jerk inside me. His body pressed down on mine, and I could feel his heart hammering against my own chest.
We were both breathing hard. He looked me in the eyes, and what I saw there was love and nothing else.
When he was done, he pulled out. I fixed my panties. He got rid of the condom, pushing it into the foil packet to discard later. When he zipped up, there was no proof that we had done anything other than our cheeks being flushed and our labored breathing.
Brian helped me up and kissed me on the forehead. He held on tightly to me. This time, he wasn’t going to let me veer near the edge or let me go, even though I wasn’t drunk and nothing would happen to me again.
He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
He smiled, and we made our way across the rocks back to where we had parked. We were getting married! And everything was perfect, the way I had always dreamed it would be.
I couldn’t wait to plan the wedding. Lorraine would be my Maid of Honor, of course. Perhaps Lacey and Kina would want to be my bridesmaids. I’ve hung out with them a lot since cementing my relationship with Brian. And Liam would make the perfect little groomsman.
I’d recently got in touch with my former best friend from high school, Breanna. She was happy to hear that I was all right, after I had cut her out of my life after the accident.
I explained to her that I shouldn’t have done that but I was confused and it was easier to leave the past behind me. I hadn’t even known who she was. She understood, and said she couldn’t wait to see me. I hoped she would come to the wedding, as well as my parents of course, and my entire cheerleading team.
This was going to be epic. The wedding of the century. Of course, being the bride to be, I would think that, but I bet everyone might agree with me, at least on my big day.
Just like on that fateful night nearly six years ago, I felt like a princess. And I was about to feel like a queen, since I
was marrying a guy fit to be king.
When we got into the car, Brian looked at me. His eyes were still hungry, even though he’d come.
“How about we take this further at home?” he asked.
A shiver ran through my body. I nodded.
“I’d love to.”
Brian smiled, a look crossing his face. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what he was going to get. He pulled into the road, and we drove back home, ready to live the rest of our lives together.
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Wife Wanted: A Billionaire Fake Fiancé Romance
Copyright © 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Published by Sizzling Hot Reads
Chapter One – Lindsey
I made a mistake. I gave a guy my real number by accident. He wasn’t even good looking, and now my phone is blowing up. Good god, how fucking stupid of me.
I had just got out the shower, feeling clean and sexy. The steam around me made me cozy as I dried off. I tried to wait out the annoying sound of my phone going off. But he had a strong determination.
Didn’t guys get the point after the fifth damn call? When I was finally dry, I stalked into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. Flicking the red phone button on the side to deny his call, I dropped it back down onto the bed and went to my wardrobe.
Being naked was nice, but only for a while. My tits were getting cold. And with no man here to suck my nipples, it would only get on my nerves. That was what men were for; pleasure.
Yeah, there was happy couples and all that jazz. But that was playing Russian Roulette with your heart, and I wasn’t willing to get stabbed a dozen times to find prince charming. No way in hell. I chose a skinny black dress to compliment my short red hair that I had recently cut into a bob.
It fit my face. And it made me undeniably sexier than I had been before.
Knock, knock, knock.
I approached the door with soft steps without saying a word. Once I was up against the peep hole I had to make out who I saw. The glass on my peep hole was shit. Why was it even here? I rolled my eyes.
“Who is it?” I asked, seeing a feminine figure sway. Hmm, that movement was familiar.
“It’s me, Stacy, hope you didn’t forget this face that soon,” she giggled, waving at the door.
I swung the door open and flung my arms open for a hug. God, Stacy was the cutest little stripper at Bar Seven. She didn’t stay too long, since she met her husband, Grant. “Oh my god, Stacy!” She hugged me, her petite pregnant frame mustered up enough energy to give me quite a squeeze.
“Hey there, How have you been holding up?”
“You know, same old same old, come on in and make yourself at home.”
I brought her inside and she looked around. It had been a while. She was soon to be a mom and now living the life of a house wife. A wealthy one. How did she do it?
“Hmm, still no boyfriend yet?” she sighed, holding her chin in curiosity. She was digging for some positive news. Why did everyone think women always had to have a man.
I flopped down on the black sofa I had in the living room and shook my head.
“Stacy, you know I’m not the kind to settle down. I’m a free spirit, bogged down by no man.” I had to admit, my chest rose a little when I said that. I wouldn’t call it haughty, but more like proud. Confident and proud that I could live life without the appendage of a guy. Too much drama. I’d rather live without it.
I saw what it did to mom.
I saw the fights it caused my sister Samantha. And like hell was I putting my name on the drama list.
Stacy sat down next to me and tilted her head to the side with a smirk. “Oh, so you think I’m bogged down?” She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes playfully. Oh, come on, she knew what I meant.
“Not you! It’s just… dating and stuff isn’t my style, you know?”
“I see. Well, here,” she said, digging into her purse to take something out. She shoved into my hands a small card that had gold embossed letters. Fancy.
“What’s this?” I opened the card and saw the words, ‘You are invited to…’ And I knew exactly what was happening.
“I’m getting married. I know you were the officiant at Willow’s and I want you to be the bridesmaid at mine!” she chirped, bouncing on my couch like a happy kid. The happiness that glittered and danced in her eyes. She was in love.
I wondered, what was the heartbreak she had to endure to find him? What were the risks, and how bad did it hurt?
In the end, I knew she’d say it was worth it. But finding that special someone wasn’t a guarantee in life. It didn’t happen for everyone. Willow and Stacy were lucky. Me? I was going to be realistic and stay the happy single tramp that I was.
“Really? Wow, so many people getting married around me.”
Stacy placed her hands in her lap and leaned over. “Too bad you don’t have a shiny new beau to bring with you.”
“Please, that’s not gonna happen. I’m good by myself.” My phone rang again. I swore to all Gods that were good and unholy that I’d never give out my real number to any strange guy again. “Ugh, damn phone.” I pulled myself off the couch and sprinted into the bedroom. Stacy followed behind.
“Is it a guy?” she asked, clasping her hands together.
“No, just my sister trying to bug me again. Spoiled brat.”
“So, gonna come?”
We both walked back out into my modest sized living room.
“Sure, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You and Grant deserve to be happy. I’d love to see you officially tie the knot.” Stacy fought a cough since the place was filled with remnants of cigarette smoke
“Same thing for you too…”
“Don’t worry, I’m good, Stacy. Bet you’re pretty busy today, aren’t you? Got your wedding dress?” I had to end this conversation of me shacking up with some dude. It wasn’t going to happen. I liked my sex without strings. Hard, fast, done and gone.
“I’m going shopping for it soon. Maybe tomorrow, you’ll have to come.”
“Sure. I’ll just make sure I’m not busy. The club’s been booking private dances.”
“Ohh, really? Cool.”
“Meh, it pays the bills,” I said reaching for a pack of smokes on the table.
“Well, got to go. I still have a handful of invitations to deliver and caterers to talk to a million last minute things to do for the wedding. See you, and go find a boyfriend.”
“You’re not going to let up on me, will you?” I sighed.
“Nope. Think about it. Everyone there is bringing their boyfriends or husband. Do you really want to be the odd one out? Anyways, let me jet out the door. I’m going to be late meeting with the caterers.”
“Take care of yourself, Stacy.”
She slipped out the door like a piece of delicate lace, returning home to Grant. It fit her. The whole situation was just… her. Me? I was a stripper, I didn’t have doll baby looks. I was sexy in a tough yet feminine manner.
“The only single one there, huh? Bet people are expecting me to show up alone, aren’t they?” I said to myself, hunting around for a lighter.
Still, I couldn’t stop Stacy’s words from haunting me. I still had an ego.
Everyone at that wedding was coming with someone. And that meant if I was going alone, that I’d be the subject of stupid conversations. Side eyes and whispers.
Now that I thought about it, showing up without a man by my side would make it seem like I—like I couldn’t get a man.
“Oh shit. Now this feels like a chall
enge.”
Willow and Stacy knew I wasn’t the lonely type. But the older women would gossip and… well, to be honest, it was probably rude to show up to an event like a wedding all alone and solo.
Stacy would probably feel uneasy about it too. Everyone married with kids around me…
That was her special day, and I was determined not to ruin it. Plus, I’d get fun wedding day sex with a random guy.
But not just any random guy. Grant and Darien were big wigs. Rich men. Powerful men. I was going to need that same level of man to bring with me.
And I knew someone who could do that for me.
She owed me a favor.
***
Eliza Vent. The go to woman for all billionaire men who were looking for love… or reliable one-night stands.
She was busy getting another party together for a small fleet of wealthy men and young twenty something virgins with an appetite and need to get their cherry popped by someone wiser and wealthy.
No harm in that. I only hoped she had someone suitable for me. I didn’t need a BDSM super freak or anything like that. She waved her assistant off when she saw me cat walk down the starlit stairs down into the main corridor of her party room.
It was dark in here, save for the twinkling lights everywhere and the blur of phones as people moved around to get ready for this function she was holding.
“Well, look who stumbled in. Looking for love?” she teased, knowing full well how I was adamantly against being in a relationship.
“Sorta, I need a date. A rich and powerful one.” I flexed my arm and wiggled my eyebrows. She held her stomach and laughed.
“Ohh, what has you of all people interested all of a sudden?”
We walked over to one of the tables that were decked out in roses, rose petals, and golden plates with champagne glasses. Eliza had expensive, good taste.
“A Wedding. My friend’s wedding. Her and her other bridesmaid both have rich men as husbands. I don’t like being a third wheel or whatever.” I picked at the petals on the table and tried not to envision myself as a housewife, happy with a few tots running around. I was doomed with a hard slap from reality if I allowed myself to do that. Eliza frowned, studying my face. She thought I was wife material. I didn’t.
