The Playboy Bachelor

by Lynn Burke

  Preferring to go home and be alone, I forced a smile as he parked and walked around the front of the car to open my door. Blake’s sexy smirk had returned. He offered his arm, but I barely touched the sleeve.

  My stomach churned, my mind preoccupied with emotional exhaustion. The fact we passed by the hostess didn’t register until we came to a round table in a little back nook. Three people stood as we drew near, and my gaze immediately went to the older graying version of Blake Harper.

  “Oh my God.” I stumbled to a stop, pulling Blake up short. My throat tightened, and I swallowed down threatening tears.

  Blake tugged on my arm, pulling me forward.

  Both of Blake’s parents smiled. His sister moved around the table with a little squeal and hugged me. Like Blake, she towered over me and could very well pass for one of those model types.

  She hugged me close, hand rubbing my back, and all while laughing. “Congrats, grad!”

  Completely baffled and tongue-tied, I hoped my smile didn’t tremble as she stepped back, still holding my arm.

  “I’m Lilly. The bratty baby sister.” Her smile dazzled. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

  “Y-you too.”

  “Dad, Mom, this is Wren,” Blake said, what sounded like pride lacing his voice.

  His parents moved toward us to greet me as well. “Hello, dear,” his mother said, hugging me the same as Lilly did.

  Tears filled my eyes, and I bit the inside of my lip to gain control of myself.

  Mr. Harper clasped my hand between both of his, eyes twinkling, the flirt. His slow smile melted me—I knew where Blake’s ability to make the ladies swoon came from.

  As his family returned to their seats, I tugged Blake’s sleeve and crooked a finger. “Why did you do this?” I whispered as he leaned down.

  He slowly straightened again, his face serious, eyes peering into mine. “Because I care about you, Wren. I want to be there for you.”

  A tear slid down my cheek.

  “Please give me a chance?” he asked, cupping my cheek with a hand and brushing the tear away with his thumb. His smile returned. “You’ve bewitched me body and soul.”

  I laughed through my tears. “You did not just say that.”

  His wink sent flutters to my stomach as he pulled out a chair for me.

  “So Blake tells us you grew up in Lynn, Lynn, the city of sin,” his father said, waving a waiter over.

  So much for the flutters. My entire body clenched up, my face heating. “Yes.”

  “I lived there until my family moved to Salisbury when I was ten.”

  My breath left in a rush as Mr. Harper smiled at me. I slumped back in my chair, staring.

  “I hear you’re a closet geek like Blake,” Lilly said, drawing my gaze. “You’ll have to come with us to Comic Con this year.”

  A half laugh escaped me.

  “I always go as Galadriel,” Lilly said.

  “Of course you do.”

  Lilly studied my face. “You’d make a great princess Leah. Oh!” She leaned forward to look at Blake on the other side of me. “You’ll have to give up Boba Fett and be Solo this year.”

  I snorted with laughter. “He’s cocky enough to fit the roll.”

  “So you’ll go?” Lilly asked, eyes twinkling like her brother’s.

  The warm fuzzies flooded through me, and I glanced at Blake. Something … some emotion filled his eyes, speeding up my pulse. “I think I will,” I whispered.

  “Well, I for one am thrilled that Blake has finally brought a woman to meet us,” his mother said with laughter in her eyes.

  My head jerked toward Blake as his father murmured an agreement. “You’ve never taken a girl home to meet your parents?”

  “Nope.” Blake’s gaze didn’t just dampen my panties. He filled my heart with happiness.

  A waiter arrived with a bottle of champagne. He popped the cork and filled the flutes in front of us as I struggled to contain the slew of emotions and thoughts assailing me.

  Blake’s father lifted his glass, and we all followed suit. “To the young lady who has stolen Blake’s heart.” He smiled warmly. “Welcome to the family, Wren.”

  My vision hazed again. What had started out as a depressing day had turned into the best one of my life.

  Blake

  Wren hung on my arm as we walked out to my car four hours later. Her face glowed in the parking lot lights, eyes shining as she peered up at me.

  “I don’t want this night to end,” I said, the ache in my chest replaced by something I’d never experienced before.

  “I have a much cheaper bottle of champagne in my fridge than the one we shared with your family.”

  “Perfect.” Grinning, I shut her into my car and jogged around to climb in and be close to her again. “So did you like your surprise?”

  “I’ll never be able to put into words how perfect you’ve made this day.”

  I started the car, smirking. “Oh, I’m sure I could make this day even better.”

  “Hmm. Now I’m intrigued.”

  I tore out of the parking lot, Wren giggling beside me. She put her hand on my thigh, and my cock pressed against my fly. All throughout dinner, I’d imagined taking off her glasses, ripping her simple pink dress off her body and physically claiming what my mind already had.

  Her roaming fingers moved up my thigh, and I tipped my hips toward her hand as she grasped my length. She squeezed, drawing a groan from me.

  “Keep that up, and I’ll be junk for an hour at least.”

  “Well.” She withdrew her fingers and folded her hands on her lap. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  “I want to sink into your wet pussy with nothing between us,” I said. “I’m clean, but if you’d rather not—”

  “I want to feel you, skin on skin.”

  The second I slammed the car into park, we unbuckled and jumped out. Fingers laced, I followed her swaying ass up the stairs.

  “I want to bite your ass,” I said, reaching out to cup one cheek.

  Wren giggled and stepped onto the landing.

  “Hurry up.”

  Her fingers shook while trying to unlock the door, so I took the keys from her. “I’m going to fuck you against the inside of this door like I’ve been thinking about for weeks,” I said, sliding the key home. “If you want your glasses to survive, you’d better take them off now.”

  Five seconds later, I shut us inside her apartment and slammed Wren against the closed door as promised. Roses fell to the floor. Her purse thumped alongside them.

  I crushed my mouth to hers on a moan. Adrenaline and need rushed through me. I pulled her hair as her fingernails sank into my neck. We fought for control like two squalling cats, hissing, pain flaring beneath each touch.

  “I want to fuck you in half,” I said, grinding my cock against her softness.

  “I’d like to see you try.” She gasped as I yanked her dress up to access heaven.

  I slid my hand along the cotton covering her pussy, warmth and wetness coating my fingers. One yank left her pantiless. Wren drew in a sharp breath against my mouth, and I lifted her leg to my waist, pressing my hardness against her heat.

  “Hurry,” she whispered against my lips.

  Keeping our mouths fused together, I backed my hips up and sprang my cock free in record time. I didn’t bother dropping my pants to the floor, but thrust balls deep into her soaked pussy.

  “Fuck,” I groaned into her mouth, holding still in her tight sheath.

  Wren wiggled in my arms, legs clamped around my waist. One arm under her ass, the other hand tangled in her hair, I pulled her head back until she flinched. While dim in the apartment, I could make out the details of her face in the streetlight coming through the kitchen window. Eyes wide and focused on mine, lips parted as she panted for breath.

  “You feel so fucking perfect clamped around me,” I said, teeth grazing along her jaw. She whimpered, trying to move against me, but I held her still. “I’m go
ing to take what I want from you then take you again. You’re mine, little birdie.”

  Arms tight around her, I sank my teeth into her shoulder. Her body shivered, and I pulled out to the tip before slamming her against the wall again. With each thrust, she groaned, fingernails digging into my back. I rammed into her, desperate to split her body in two and fighting for control.

  “Harder, Blake, fuck me harder.”

  Involuntary grunts with each mad thrust ripped from me as I complied, pounding into her again and again.

  Her pussy squeezed my cock, and she arched her back, a shriek ripping from her lips. I pumped harder, drawing every last spasm from her body as her cum coated my balls.

  Jaw clenched, I forced myself to stop. Wren sagged in my arms, eyes closed.

  I kicked off my dress shoes and stepped out of the pants that had fallen down around my ankles, arms starting to tremble from holding her up. Still buried deep and clasping her close against me, I strode into the bedroom.

  “You’re going to give me another one,” I said lifting her off me and flipping her over onto the bed. I pushed her skirt up around her waist, raised her hips, and thrust into her dripping pussy.

  She cried out as I plunged deep, hitting her womb.

  Twisting my fingers in her hair, I pulled her head back, yanking with each piston of my hips. Sweat soaked through my dress shirt as my balls slapped against her, the musky scent and wet sounds of our fucking driving me.

  I tugged harder on her hair, lifting her body upward until she sat on my lap, her back against my chest. Grinding into her and teeth grazing her neck, I ran my hand up her thigh, fingers reaching for where I impaled her. Wetness seeped from her swollen lips, her protruding clit hardened with need. I pinched, and a sharply drawn breath arched her against me.

  “Give me another,” I said, thrusting deep and pinching again.

  A shudder rippled through her, and she cried out, her pussy squeezing me like a vise. Giving over, I slammed into her with abandon, hollering her name as I erupted deep inside her body.

  Wren

  I sprawled out on my bed, cum leaking between my legs. Exhausted and beyond caring, I didn’t shift to unrumple the dress gathered around my waist.

  Blake ran a hand down his heaving chest, pulling off the loosened tie around his neck. He, too, lay naked from the waist down. “Need water,” he croaked, his voice low and raspy.

  I sighed, shutting my eyes. “I’ll grab some in a minute.”

  “Did I wear you out?”

  I giggled. “Just a little.”

  “Can’t say I’m sorry,” he said, his voice betraying a smile.

  Another giggle escaped me. “I’m sure you’re not.”

  “Did I hurt you? I know I can get a little rough.”

  I took stock of my limp muscles and tingling scalp. “I’m fine. You?”

  “Just dying of thirst.”

  With a groan, I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood on jelly-like legs. Shuffling and cum dripping down my thigh, I made it to the bathroom. Pink flushed my cheeks and my eyes sparkled back at me in the mirror as I washed my hands after emptying my bladder.

  Still smiling, I went into the kitchen to grab the champagne and glasses while Blake cleaned up. He lounged on the bed when I came back, gloriously naked, sexy bedroom eyes taking me in from head to toes.

  “Lose the dress.”

  Arousal lit again, warming me through. I handed him the full flutes of bubbly and unzipped, attempting a half striptease. Seeing as how I’d never done one before, I felt like an idiot, but the flames that licked at me from Blake’s heated gaze changed my mind.

  The dress whispered down my body to the floor. I flicked open my bra and pulled the straps down my arms to let it fall free.

  Blake sipped his champagne, gaze glued to my hard nipples. Although his cock remained flaccid, I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. He handed me my drink, and I settled onto his warm skin, rubbing my damp core against the hair of his pelvis.

  “Ready for round two?” I asked, a bit breathless.

  A smirk appeared on his luscious lips as he palmed one of my hipbones. “This is when having Reid along for the ride is worth the intrusion.”

  I tsked. “Naughty boy.”

  His lips flatlined, his eyes losing all trace of teasing. “I’ve never claimed to be an angel. There’s tons of shit in my past, Wren, but I promise to be true to you.”

  I sipped, the bubbles tickling down my throat. “So you’re saying you’ll be an angel from here on out?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I happen to enjoy your darker side. What if I want more of it?”

  His pupils dilated as he rested his hand holding his champagne on the mattress beside us. “I’ll be whatever you want. Whenever you desire.”

  I lifted my flute and smiled over the rim. “And if I want that third wheel again?”

  “Say the word and we’re yours to use as you will.”

  I took a big swallow, my body flushed and primed to take both men. “How can I turn that offer down?”

  Blake pushed some hair over my shoulder, his fingertips trailing down my chest, lingering to roll a nipple as I took another sip. “I think I love you, little birdie.”

  A few drops of champagne flew past my lips as I coughed and set the empty glass on the bed stand beside us. “Wh-what?”

  “We haven’t known each other long, but the connection I feel with you—it’s like nothing I’ve experienced before.”

  I settled again on his lap, studying his face for any trace of teasing. “So your father didn’t just make up that toast?”

  “No.” He caressed back up my neck to cup my cheek. “I told him those exact words.” Blake lifted his gaze to my eyes.

  Well, damn. Tears hazed my vision. I somehow snagged the Playboy Bachelor.

  He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me close for a lingering kiss. My heartbeat sped as his cock thickened beneath me, but our kiss remained unrushed, full of shared emotion. “I hope you’ll think of my family as your own in time,” he whispered, smoothing back my hair again when we finally broke apart.

  I couldn’t help my smile. “I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

  “Geek.” He took another sip of the cheap champagne.

  “Takes one to know one.” I shifted my hips against the hard ridge between my thighs. “Now, lose the bubbly so your fingertips can bruise my hips.”

  The End

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