The Billionaire's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad Next Door Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  My heart skipped a beat. Desire rushing down my spine and pooling in the pit of my stomach.

  His teeth grazed my lower lip.

  I moaned, the desire growing. My pussy itched to have him inside me. I didn’t want to ask, not yet. I wanted to enjoy the foreplay.

  Garth rolled me onto my back, his lips trailing over my neck softly. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him towards my lips. My teeth grazed his lower lip. He gasped, his eyes rolling back as he pulled me closer, and his eyes sparkled as they locked on mine.

  “I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

  “And I you,” he replied, his kiss deepening against my lips. A soft moan passed through my lips as he reached for the button on my shorts. I grinned widely, pressing my hips against him.

  His eyes sparkled as my legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me. He pressed himself against me, his rough jeans rubbing against my thigh. I moaned softly, my eyes rolling back as I detangled my legs from him and watched him push himself up just enough to undo his jeans and slip out of them. He pushed himself off the bed and headed for his bag.

  My heart skipped a beat as I watched him pull his shirt off and let it fall to the ground as he walked. He grabbed a condom from his backpack and headed back over to me. His eyes roamed over my body as I slipped my shorts and panties down my legs. I tossed them onto the ground and spread my legs as Garth climbed back onto the bed. He lowered his lips to my pussy.

  I gasped, feeling his hot kiss against my folds. His tongue slipped between them.

  My hips arched as I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue slipped into my pussy, exploring every inch of me he could reach before slipping out of me, licking my folds, circling my clit and moving back inside me.

  I moaned, my eyes rolling back as his tongue slipped back inside me and then back out, moving faster and faster.

  His tongue worked over my pussy, slipping inside me, circling my clit.

  My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling gently.

  He pulled away from me, his eyes sparkling. “Does it feel that good?” he teased.

  “Oh God, yes.” My eyes locked on his. “Everything you do to me makes me want to cum.”

  I saw his eyes light up when I said it. He swallowed dryly and turned his attention to the condom in his hands. He tore into it and slipped the condom over his full length, his eyes sparkling as he looked down at me, his hand tracing over the curves of my body.

  “If you don’t get in me soon, I’m going to go crazy.”

  Garth laughed softly.

  “When you say that, it makes me want to tease you even more.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but he grabbed me and thrust into me.

  I gasped, my hips arching as Garth filled me.

  My fingers dug into the bedding as I let out a deep moan.

  He slipped away and thrust back into me softly. His lips lowered to my neck.

  “How’s it feel?” he whispered.

  “So good,” I moaned.

  Garth reached out and took my hand with one hand, the other tightened around my hip.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Fast and hard, right off the bat.

  I gasped, my moans growing louder and louder with every thrust. My heart raced as pleasure overwhelmed my body.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  He thrust into me faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Garth’s lips touched my neck, ever so gently. I moaned louder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  He thrust into me faster and faster. I moaned, my hand reaching between my legs and my fingers touching my clit. I massaged myself in time to the thrusts, working faster and faster with every thrust.

  Garth’s lips trailed along my neck, over every inch of me he could reach as his free hand traced over the curves of my body, resting against my breast. I moaned as his hand massaged my breast gently.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster, harder and harder. I moaned louder as he thrust into me.

  Stroke. Stroke.

  Stroke.

  My fingers worked over my clit faster and faster, keeping time with him.

  His lips touched my earlobe gently, nibbling softly. I moaned louder. My eyes rolling back.

  Pleasure distorted my sense.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  I moaned louder.

  My fingers working faster.

  Garth thrust into me faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, his fingers massaging my breast gently, his thumb and forefinger playing with my nipple. I gasped softly, arching under him.

  He pulled away.

  “Roll over.”

  I rolled onto my hands and knees, pushing myself up.

  Garth didn’t waste time; he slammed back into me, grabbing my hips and pulling me close. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as his hand traced to the small of my back. He pushed me down into the bedding softly, my hips opening.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Fast and hard.

  I moaned louder and louder, my hand reaching between my legs again.

  “Oh fuck.” My words slurred. “I’m so close,” I whispered.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster. Harder and harder. I moaned louder as he thrust into me.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My fingers worked over my clit faster and faster. I bit my lip as my eyes rolled back, everything going a hazy white.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned.

  “Cum for me,” he whispered.

  I gasped, his warm hands pressing me down into the bedding.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and harder. He slammed into me again and again.

  My hips buckled as pleasure overwhelmed my body, coming in waves and crashing through me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, gasping for breath. My hips arched towards him, my free hand digging into the bedding as my toes curled. I moaned, grinding against him as pleasure spread through my body.

  Wave after wave.

  Garth slammed into me, letting out a gasp of his own.

  I moaned, another wave of pleasure surging through my body. My toes curled as my hips rose to meet his every thrust.

  Another wave of pleasure, this time just a little softer, than another, and another. Each one softer than the last.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Garth thrust into me, each thrust growing softer.

  My eyes opened, everything still a little hazy. I looked around, pulling away. My eyes locking on the man in front of me as he pulled away and placed a kiss on my lips.

  Pure emotion.

  My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me.

  He pulled away from me, slipping off the bed and heading for the bathroom. I watched his butt as he tossed the condom out, came back to the bed and dropped down beside me. His arms wrapped around my body. He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips.

  My heart skipped a beat as I pulled the blanket over us and looked at the man beside me.

  “Do you know who your maid of honor will be?”

  I stared at him blankly. I didn’t really have a best friend these days. Not like most people. I had a few friends that I had known for a long time, but there wasn’t anyone I would consider a best friend.

  “Maybe my cousin.” I realized soon I’d have to tell all my family that we were getting married. I’d be bombarded with questions, wouldn’t I? I bit my lip.

  Am I ready for all this? I wondered.

  Wasn’t it too late, really? I tried not to think like that, but the truth is, I was pretty sure it was too late. Anyways, I don’t want to call it off. The idea of marrying this man made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t wait to say “I do” to him. I couldn't wait to wear that white dress.

  I lowered her hand from my lips. She looked lost in thought. I wanted to know what she was thinking but didn�
��t want to push it. Instead, I just watched her. I grinned, taking everything in. Soon her hair would need to be re-dyed, but that didn’t matter to me. She was still the most beautiful woman in any room we walked into—at least, to me she was.

  Her skin was still covered in small cuts and bruises, and I loved the fact that it didn’t seem to bother her. She walked around in a bikini without a second thought.

  I loved that about her.

  I know we hadn’t been together that long, but I couldn’t help thinking that I didn’t want to spend my time with anyone else. I wanted it to be her—all the time.

  The business, the wedding.

  That would just be formalities to me. Even if they weren’t there, I wouldn't want to spend my time with anyone else.

  Maybe I was still falling in love with her, maybe it was all the puppy dog love stage. But that didn’t matter to me.

  I squeezed her hand gently. “Have you thought about it much? The wedding, I mean.”

  “Not really.” Her cheeks flushed, and for a split second, I wasn’t sure she was telling me the full truth. She smiled widely. “What about you?”

  It had been all I could think about.

  “A little,” I lied. I didn’t want her to think I was too into it. But the truth is, I’d been thinking about it almost nonstop.

  “Do you know who you’re going to have as a best man?” I could see the nervous look in her eyes.

  I had. I nodded.

  “I’m not sure who it will be. But I think we both should go out and make some friends when we get back.”

  It would have been Brent, you know if he wasn’t in jail for trying to kill me and my then girlfriend. Now, well, there were a few old friends I’d kept in contact with, but I wasn’t sure. I did have an uncle I was very close to that I had thought about asking.

  Thankfully, we had lots of time to figure everything out. And lots of time to meet new people if we had to.

  “I want teal.”

  “Teal?”

  “Yes. And a chocolate buffet.”

  I laughed. Her top concern was a chocolate buffet. This is why I am marrying this woman. She didn’t care about all the crap. She cared about making sure it was us.

  “Small, right? Just friends and family?”

  She nodded.

  “Yes. I want it to just be friends and family. I don’t want to invite everyone we know and their hairstylist.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. Interesting way of putting it.

  I pulled her close to me, our naked bodies radiating warmth against each other. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. “So, you want teal? What other colors?”

  “I don’t know. What other colors do you want?”

  “How about … silver and black?”

  She bit her lip, mulling it over. “I like the idea of that. I think those will look nice together.”

  I don’t know why everyone said planning a wedding was hard. This was easy so far. Then again, we’re just in the planning stage. And once the business got up and going, it would make everything harder. That’s what the planner is for.

  I didn’t want to put any extra stress on Ally, and I know oftentimes the girls got the extra pressure—so I decided to hire her a wedding planner. I just hoped it would be for the best and she could take full advantage of it.

  “Do you know when you’re going to tell your parents?”

  Ally bit her lip. “I was thinking in a month or two, at least … closer to three or four …” I could tell how nervous she sounded about it. “If that is okay?”

  “It’s not my choice to make for you.”

  “I know, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m second guessing it or anything. It’s just … my mom. She’s crazy about this kind of stuff. Her and my dad were together for eight years before they got married, so she thinks that is how it should be.”

  And the truth is, I knew it was all moving really fast, and once my mom found out how much money Garth had, I didn’t want her thinking that I was getting married to him because of his money.

  Once the company started up and we started making money, I’d be making more. I could contribute to the wedding more and could let her see that I wasn’t marrying him for his money but because I actually really loved him. I took a deep breath and squeezed Garth’s hand.

  I knew if I were him, I wouldn’t like it.

  “I get it,” he said with a grin.

  My heart did a backflip. How did I get so lucky? I wondered.

  “Thank you.”

  I knew I could never really put into words how much it meant to me that he didn’t mind, but I still tried.

  Garth pulled me closer to him, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me into his chest. My lips touched his skin as I closed my eyes. A yawn passed through my lips. Suddenly I was beyond tired and could hardly think.

  I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember my dream. I was wearing a white lacy dress.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “Well, hello gorgeous.” His voice sounded like silk. “How are you doing?”

  “I got my toes in the water and my ass in the sand. How can it get better?”

  “Actually, yes it can.” I turned to see him holding a beer out to me. I grinned, taking it from him.

  “Now, I’m not sure it can get better.”

  Garth settled down beside me, a beer in his own hand. He reached out and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his shoulder and took a deep reach of the fresh air, trying to savor every second of what we were going through.

  It was perfect. I couldn’t ask for more.

  “I was thinking, maybe we should come here after the wedding,” I said softly.

  “I was thinking we could go somewhere else. Maybe Alaska, or Holland, or maybe even Ireland.”

  “How about all of them?” I asked with a grin.

  Garth grinned. “If that’s what you want.”

  The idea of traveling the world did sound amazing. “Maybe once the business is up and going a little more. We could travel unless we really have to be into show places and get them set up. Which reminds me, everyone is going to go through training, right?”

  Garth nodded. “I’ve been talking to a couple coaches about this. They think it would be a great idea if we both worked together and presented it together.”

  My brow furrowed. “Are you thinking of actually staging a house?”

  I was pretty sure we had a couple around that we could use.

  “Yes. I was actually thinking of buying one.” My eyes widened. His cheeks flushed. “I know, I haven’t talked to you about it, but I was thinking if we bought one we could use it for training all the time. We wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place every time we wanted to do a training session. The coach suggested doing two or three sessions at least; he said if we did less, it would be harder for everyone to take everything in.” I nodded. I could see it, I guess.

  “Alright, I guess that is how we will do it then.”

  I looked out, watching someone surfing. “Would you ever try it?” I asked.

  “What, that?” He pointed out to the person. “For sure.”

  “Really?” My eyes widened. You should.”

  He shrugged, a blush touching his cheeks. “Maybe if I get a little more drunk.” I laughed.

  “I don’t think they are going to let you out in the water if you get too drunk.”

  Garth’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll try. Maybe we can do it tomorrow.”

  My heart did a backflip. Both of us? I hadn’t planned on learning to surf. I was more than happy to sit on the beach and work on my tan. Hell, water wasn’t really my thing. It’s not that I was scared of it, just that I wasn’t a huge fan of it. As long as I stayed away from it, I would be more than happy.

  I took a swig of my beer. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

  “I was thinking we could just sit here and drink beer.”

  “So no dinner?” I raised an eyebrow. “You don’
t want to try some local food?”

  Garth pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out to me. “We can go anywhere you want.” And for a split second, I wasn’t sure if he was actually talking about just dinner. I took a deep breath and held my hand out to him. He pulled me to my feet, his eyes sparkling. His lips touched mine, and we headed for the hotel room so I could change..I know most people were walking around in their bikinis, but I was getting cold and didn’t want to freeze my butt off. I changed into a pair of jean booty shorts, and a sweater. It was still warm enough to have most of my skin showing. Garth reached out and traced the curves of my legs, up to my butt and placed a soft smack on it.

  I jumped, letting out a soft giggle. I grabbed my purse and we headed out to the beach again.

  “There is supposed to be a pretty good place down there.” Garth pointed towards a group of buildings. “It was on TV or something, some cooking show about how good it was.”

  I raised an eyebrow. That peaked my interested.

  “Sure, let’s go there.”

  Garth grinned widely as he took my hand. “This is perfect. I’m so glad we decided to come here.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  I took a deep breath. It was amazing out here in the morning. I actually got up early enough to watch the sun rise, and it was so worth it. I stared, a warm cup of coffee in my hand.

  Garth was still asleep, and for the first time in a while, I was truly alone for more than a couple seconds. I closed my eyes.

  Everything was so crazy right now. I wanted to go home and just spend a few months at my place. I wanted to fall into a normal boring routine where everything … well, was normal. I didn’t want to have to think about being kidnapped, I didn’t want to need therapy. I didn’t want to plan my wedding—as excited as I was about it, I wanted a sense of calm. I wanted to feel like everything was boring. Was that so much to ask for? Was that strange?

  Is it normal? I have everything anyone would want, but still I just want to go back to the way things were a few months ago.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t love Garth or love being able to travel with him—I still wanted to travel the world. I still wanted to experience everything, and I was thankful that I could, but part of me did miss the simplicity of not being able to travel. Of not having money.