Pretend I'm YoursA Single Dad Romance

by Vivian Wood

  “Just like that,” she said.

  Jack started to bounce her while he stimulated every sensual part of her body.

  She could feel his breath, ragged, against her ear as he sucked the delicate skin of her neck.

  “Addy,” he whispered into her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  “Make me come,” she said, though she was already close. He began to fuck her harder.

  “Make me come,” she said again, louder with her head dropped back.

  “I’m close,” he said, almost apologetic.

  What the hell? No condom. Fuck, there was no condom.

  But in that moment, she didn’t care.

  “Make me come with you,” she said. “Come inside me.”

  “Addy—”’

  “Come inside me.”

  With a final flick of his slick finger against her clit, he nipped at her neck and slammed her down onto him.

  “Fuck, Jack,” she cried out, and clenched her teeth together.

  The rush of his come exploded inside her and pushed her over the edge. She called out his name and came hard against his cock.

  He released her and Addy fell forward onto her hands and knees, but he stayed inside her. His hands once again at her hips, he pulled her close.

  “Let me feel you,” she heard him say from behind. “I want to feel it…”

  “Again,” she whispered. “Just a little… fuck, Jack, I’m going to come again.”

  She’d barely come off the first wave, but the rush of his orgasm inside her brought on an entire new climax. She pushed her ass against him and mewled through the second round.

  When he finally released her and pulled himself out, she felt a hot stream of their combined juices spill out of her. The wetness ran down her leg.

  Addy turned around to find him splayed on his back, one arm outstretched for her to fall against his chest.

  But Addy stayed as far away as she could in the cramped tent and hurriedly pulled on her t-shirt.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she said, impressed that she was able to muster her professional voice. She searched for her shorts but couldn’t find them in the tangled mess of sleeping bags.

  “Shit,” she said. “Move, I can’t find my shorts.”

  “Addy, don’t worry about it,” he said. “Come here—”

  “No,” she snapped. Even in the low light, she could see the cloud move across his face.

  “What’s your problem?”

  “Nothing,” she said. “Actually, that’s not true. You’re my problem.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re a fucking bad life choice for me, Jack!” she said.

  “Well, thanks a lot.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  She finally found the shorts and pulled them up, not caring that both of their come continued to seep out of her and directly onto the material.

  “Okay, then what did you mean?”

  “I mean this wasn’t supposed to happen! This whole thing, it was a stupid fucking mistake to begin with. Fine, okay? I own part of that, we were both shitfaced drunk when we got married. But we stayed married to get back at Rosa—”

  “Addy! Shh,” he said, and leaned up on his elbows.

  She glanced toward the entry flap and remembered about Rosalie and Jeremy just a few yards away.

  “Sorry,” she said, her voice lower. “But … God, Jack, don’t you get it?”

  “Apparently not.”

  “I was okay faking a marriage that we’d already stupidly put ourselves into anyway. Or, at least as okay as I could be.”

  “So what changed?”

  “This,” Addy gestured to the space between them. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

  “I thought you liked it.”

  “That’s not the point!”

  “Why not?” He looked at her, wholly confused.

  “I mean… I’m starting to feel things, Jack. Okay? Things that… I shouldn’t be feeling since the whole thing is fake. I—”

  “You mean you like me?”

  “Yeah, okay, whatever you want to call it. And this… all this sex, it isn’t helping.”

  “Is this because of the no condom thing? I thought you were on the pill or something. If not, I mean we can get the morning-after pill. We’ll go right now if you want.”

  “Jesus, Jack, yes, I’m on the pill, okay? That’s not, fuck, that’s not what I’m worried about.”

  “Then what are you worried about?”

  I’m worried that I’m falling in love with you. That I’m already way too deep into this. That you’re going to break my heart. That you coming inside me is going to make it even worse.

  I’m worried that I can’t stop.

  “Nothing,” she said. “Forget it.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The drive back to their condo was clouded with such strong sexual tension Jack didn’t know if he could stand it.

  Part of him wanted to pull over on the side of the road and take her again like that—wild and unrestrained where every car that passed by could see. But he held it together.

  Thank God the next morning’s hike was short and that both Rosalie and Jeremy behaved.

  He was so goddamned distracted by Addy that he didn’t know how he’d managed to function.

  He glanced over at her as they took the exit toward their condo. Jack couldn’t read her expression behind her sunglasses as she gazed into the distance. He traced the outline of her body with his eyes.

  There was the slightest gap in the buttons of her flannel shirt, and he thought he could see a snippet of the flesh beneath. Her shorts were hiked up to the swell of her thighs.

  He wanted to reach over and squeeze her leg, but there was no telling how she would react.

  Last night had been incredible, how she’d taken charge like that. At the same time, he knew the power was his. She might have been giving the orders, but he was the one who’d made her respond like that. Who’d made her come, made her call out his name and demand more.

  He hardened just at the memory of it.

  In the morning, Addy had sheepishly asked Philip about showers.

  “Showers?” Philip had nearly laughed. “This isn’t glamping! It’s just an overnight trip, but if you’re really hurting for one you can always take a dip in the stream. It’s probably near freezing though, mountain runoff.”

  Addy had seriously looked at that freezing cold water for a minute. Jack had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist—he knew she couldn’t push him away since everybody else was up, about, and may be watching.

  “No showers,” he’d whispered in her ear. “I want you to smell like me all day.”

  She’d stiffened in his arms, but resisted the urge to force his arms away.

  As soon as he parked the car, she jumped out of the Jeep and headed straight for the door. Jack paused, one arm already stretched out to unpack the car, but he changed his mind. He was right behind her and flung the door open almost as soon as it shut.

  Addy jumped at the sound and turned to face him.

  “What do you want?” she asked and crossed her arms across her chest.

  “You know what I want.”

  “No,” she said, and shook her head. “Jack—”

  He closed the distance between them with ease and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. With a tug, the pearl snap buttons of her shirt flew open to reveal her bare breasts. Addy gasped into his mouth, but didn’t resist.

  “No bra, huh?” he said as he traced his tongue from her mouth to her jaw. “Looks like this is just what you wanted.”

  “No, I—”

  “Shh,” he said.

  With ease, he hoisted her up until her breasts were at his face. Addy’s hands rested on his shoulders as he took one of those perfect nipples between his lips and sucked. He felt the toe of her hiking boot brush lightly against his thigh.

  “This is what I like about
you,” he said as he kissed his way to her other breast. The open material of her flannel flicked against his face. “You’re funsized.”

  As he lowered her, he kissed his way up her neck to her lips. When he’d returned her feet to the floor, her head remained upturned, hungry for more.

  “Take off your shorts.”

  She began to slide the shirt off her shoulders first.

  “No, just the shorts. Keep the shirt and boots on. And take off your panties—if you’re wearing any.”

  She looked at him slightly curiously, but followed his directions. Jack wasn’t surprised to see that she wore nothing under the shorts. He sat down on the couch and pulled her close.

  The lips of her labia were already puffy. Jack pulled her toward him and kissed her stomach as his fingers explored between her thighs. She was sticky, sweet, and ready just like always.

  “Look at this,” he said, and he showed her how wet his fingers were.

  Slowly, he separated his thumb and middle finger. Her viscous wetness clung between his fingers, creating a thread.

  Addy blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears.

  Where was the confident girl from last night?

  “Here,” he said, and lay down on the couch. Jack put his head on the armrest. “Sit,” he said, and gestured to his face. “Right here.”

  “Jack, I—”

  “Sit.”

  Just like in his dream, she straddled his mouth and faced away from him. She was so petite there was no more than an inch of space between her wetness and his mouth.

  Still, she held back. Addy didn’t lower herself, so Jack closed their distance by darting his tongue into her center. That was all it took.

  Addy shuddered and let out a moan as she lowered onto his face. She readjusted herself, leaned forward slightly and directed her clit onto his tongue.

  Jack gripped her ass as Addy leaned her hands on her thighs and began to ride his face. She was in complete control, and her ass wiggled wildly in his hands. He watched her tits bounce overhead, nipples hard, while Addy occasionally pinched and pulled at them.

  She was fucking gorgeous, eyes closed as she rode his face, with her only thought on the sheer pleasure he gave her.

  When she shifted and offered up her opening, he dove his tongue as deeply inside her as he could and delighted in the taste of her. As he fucked her with his tongue, she groaned and bounced against his mouth.

  He could still taste last night on her, their combined sweat and traces of his own come. Jack gripped her ass tighter. His tongue made its way to the rim of her ass.

  She cried out his name as he circled the tight bud of her opening.

  Addy leaned forward and presented her clit to him once again.

  “I’m almost there,” she said. “Jack, I’m –”

  “Come on my face,” he said. He barely got the words out before a gush rushed onto his tongue.

  “Jack!” she cried out. “Jack…”

  “You taste so good,” he said, his hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her close.

  He could have lapped her up all day, the taste was almost addictive.

  She moaned and settled onto his face, the grinding slow. “What about you…” she said sleepily.

  “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” he said.

  Addy stood up.

  “No,” she said. “Let me take care of you. What do you want?” she asked.

  Addy bent down and ran her hand along the hardness below his pants.

  “Get on top,” he said, and rushed to unbuckle his belt.

  Anything, he would have given anything to make his dream come true, and now it was.

  Addy smiled when his cock sprung out of his pants. The flannel shirt had slipped nearly off and bunched at her elbows.

  “Ride me,” he said.

  The ache was almost unbearable. Addy straddled him, took his cock and ran her thumb along the tip, slick with precum. She furrowed her brow as she guided him in, still sensitive.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he said. She smiled at him, and he grabbed her waist and pushed her down. She cried out when he filled her up.

  “Stay,” he said. “Just stay like this a minute.”

  Jack was completely inside her and every instinct within him told him to move. To bounce her, to fuck her, to fill her with his come. But this, this closeness, it overrode everything else.

  He watched her sensitivity vanish. Addy put her hands on his chest and began to writhe. Her boots dug into the sides of his legs. Addy technically did as he said.

  She didn’t ride the length of his cock, but he could tell by her squirms that she was hitting her G-spot with his hardness as best she could.

  “You want to fuck me?” he asked.

  She looked him in the eye and nodded.

  “Are you going to come for me again?”

  “Yes,” she said, almost breathless.

  She continued to press against him, harder and more demanding. Jack was ready to explode. He knew he wouldn’t last long this time. He needed her too badly.

  “Addy… how bad do you want it?”

  “More than anything,” she said, echoing his words with a smile.

  “Ask nicely,” he said as he ran his fingers up her thighs and made her shiver.

  “Please let me fuck you,” she said.

  Her fingernails dug into his chest and her eyes rolled back in her head.

  “Are you going to fuck me right, like a good wife?” he asked.

  She paused, but only for a second. “Yes.”

  “Say it, then.”

  “I’m going to fuck you like a good wife,” she said. Her wetness leaked down his hips. “Come on…”

  “Say it one more time,” he said. With all his strength, he pressed her down hard onto him.

  “You’re my husband,” she moaned. “And I’ll fuck you right, like a good wife.”

  “Go on then.”

  He released her hips and Addy went wild. Her yelps punctuated her thrusts as she rode him and rubbed her clit against his taut stomach.

  Just as he felt himself release inside her, she let out that now-familiar cry of her own orgasm.

  “So good,” she whispered, over and over. “Jack, it feels so good.”

  She stayed on top of him until every last wave of her orgasm faded. He felt his own come start to slip out of her and bind them together.

  This time, when she released him from her center, she didn’t immediately look for her clothes.

  Addy fell, almost asleep already, readily into his arms and nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Come on, Grandma,” Kenzie said as she bolted past Addy in the kitchen. “What’s wrong with you today? This is the first time, like, ever that I’m actually faster than you at work.”

  “Sorry,” Addy mumbled as she balanced the plates on her forearm.

  The last thing she was going to do was tell Kenzie she could barely walk because of yesterday’s session on the couch with Jack. She didn’t know what had come over her—or him.

  What had happened in the tent was one thing. It was fueled by passion, anger, and the sheer strangeness of being in close quarters in the wild. But at home? She still couldn’t unravel that one. Worse, she wanted to do it again.

  Addy considered pulling a double shift today a blessing. At least Jack couldn’t distract her.

  Or could he? she wondered.

  “Addy.” She almost dropped the plates she held as she served them to the customers at table nine.

  “Dawn,” she gave a fake smile over her shoulder. “What’s up?”

  The customers dug into their meals and ignored the two waitresses completely.

  “Can I talk to you a minute?”

  Addy rolled her eyes at Dawn’s back as she followed the towering bleached blonde to the kitchen.

  God, Dawn acts like she’s the manager.

  “What’s so important that you made me almost spill meatloaf on a custo
mer?” she asked.

  “The hospital called.”

  “Jack?” She was confused. Why wouldn’t he just text her?

  “No, I mean, the hospital—I don’t know who it was. Your dad just got admitted—”

  “Shit.” Addy immediately started toward the little cage of lockers for her purse. “Is he okay? What happened?”

  She could have kicked herself for that last question.

  Alcohol, that’s what happened.

  “They said he’s stable,” Dawn called after her. “But it sounds like he called 9-1-1. An ambulance took him—”

  “Can you cover for me?” she asked. “Shit. And Kenzie?”

  “What? I mean, I guess. I’ll have to call in one of the new girls—”

  “Thanks,” Addy said, and shot her a smile. She nearly ran right into Kenzie as she ran toward the exit.

  “Not that fast!” Kenzie said. “God, Addy, you almost hit me.”

  “Come on, Dad’s in the hospital.” Without a word, Kenzie tossed the tray of dirty dishes she had onto the counter.

  “Hey!” Dawn called, but neither of them turned back.

  Kenzie chewed at her cuticle madly in the passenger seat as Addy raced toward the hospital.

  “Do you think he’ll be okay? Addy, do you think he’ll be okay?”

  “I don’t know, stop asking,” Addy snapped. Guilty, she stole a look at Kenzie, who had chewed her nail until it bled.

  “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she said softly. “Probably just needs his stomach pumped or something.”

  Kenzie looked uncertain, but she grew quiet.

  By some miracle, there was a spot directly in front. Kenzie kept pace with her as they flew into the ER.

  “Mrs. Stratton!” the receptionist called in greeting. “Are you here for Ja—”

  With wild eyes, Addy went straight for her.

  “Ted Fuller,” she said, out of breath.

  “What?”

  “Ted Fuller.”

  “Where’s our dad?” Kenzie yelled at the woman.

  “Oh! Uh—” the receptionist’s hands flew across the keyboard. “Theodore Fuller has been moved to the ICU. That’s your fath—”

  “Thanks,” Addy said. She grabbed Kenzie’s hand and ran toward the ICU wing. She saw Jack as he paced back and forth beside the check-in desk. “Jack! What happened? Where is he—”