Lucky Daddy: A Billionaire Fake Fiancé Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “No, that’s okay,” I tell her.

  “Okay,” she says slowly. “Well, there’s both of those ice creams in this bag. If you need me, just call.”

  She turns and as she goes tosses a look to Chris that says, “Don’t you dare fuck things up!” He gets it and gives her a half smile and a short nod. We both stand in silence, staring at each other, until Carla is in her car and halfway down the street.

  “Can I come in?” Chris finally asks.

  “Okay,” I say. Where is this going?

  I’m like a leaf on the wind right now, being blown this way and that by this impossible situation with Chris. I can feel his presence behind me as I lead him through the front door and inside. I don’t stop, but head right to the freezer and put away the ice cream. The cool air feels good on my face, and I take a moment before shutting the door and just force myself to calm down.

  When I turn back, I see Chris standing stoic in the center of the living room. Before I can move – before I can speak – before I can even think, Chris speaks.

  “She’s my ex-wife,” he says flatly, like he’s prepared this ahead of time. “She cheated on me with my best friend, lied, told me she was pregnant with my baby when it was really his, tried to extort me…”

  His voice trails off and I think I can hear him choking up. He’s such a big strong man that seeing this kind of emotion from him starts to bring the same out in me.

  “I didn’t know she was coming. I haven’t seen her in years. I actually thought it was you,” he continues. “But she was drunk and on something. She jumped on me and I couldn’t get her off. And of course, that’s right when you showed up.”

  His words hit me with relief like a warm breeze that sweeps through my soul. I can feel all my anxiety float away like a phantom on its way to another place. It’s exactly what I needed to hear. But my mind, unfortunately, still has its doubts.

  “You didn’t know she was coming?” I ask him. I know he’s not lying to me. But somehow I still need to hear him say it. “How did she know where you live?”

  “Couldn’t be that hard to find out,” Chris scoffs. “Everyone in town knows where I live. All she had to do was ask around.”

  He’s right. Chris is the biggest thing around and it kind of boggles my mind that he hasn’t moved away yet for a little more privacy. But I guess up until now, privacy wasn’t really high on Chris’s list of concerns.

  “And you…you don’t still have feelings for her?”

  Like a sprinter off the blocks, Chris steps right up to me and puts both hands on my hips. Warmth rushes to my cheeks and I actually feel myself blushing. Looking up at him now, I feel the same feelings I felt when I first fell for him.

  “Janelle,” he says as he stares into my eyes. “Shannon hurt me more than I’d ever been hurt before. After her – I swore I’d never let another woman get that close to me. And I kept my promise for a long time…and then I met you.”

  His words…it’s like listening to the most perfect love song ever written and it was written just for me. I can feel all of my anger and frustration melting away under the warmth of his eyes, his hands…his presence.

  “I’ve never lied to you, Janelle,” he whispers. “And I never will. I made some mistakes, and I can’t promise I won’t make more in the future – but I’ll do the best I can to be the best man I can for you.”

  And with those words, Chris clutches me tightly and pulls me close. He looks into my eyes and kisses me deeply. I don’t think it will ever be possible to not feel the same excitement I feel now when our lips meet. Every kiss has been as incredible as the first.

  His lips are light against mine – tender like the moment we are sharing now. When he finally pulls away, he looks at me and I know that I am his now.

  No.

  I have always been his. It just took a while for me to fully understand.

  Chapter 26

  Chris

  She’s mine.

  I hear the words replay over and over in my mind as I stare down at Janelle – my rose. My beautiful girl. We’ve gone through so much together already. But that’s all over now. Now we have a future to look forward to together.

  “Janelle,” I say to her, stroking a wisp of hair from her face. “I want to be there for you and for Max. I won’t let my son grow up without his father, and I will never leave him like my father left me. I’ll never leave you.”

  I know my words hit home when I see the expression on Janelle’s face. She gets it now. She gets me. Whatever doubts she had about me are gone, and I know all those questions she was asking me were just reassurance. She knew I was telling the truth about Shannon. She just felt better hearing me explain it.

  Her presence is unexplainable. Smelling her, feeling her skin against my fingers, and staring at her beautiful face – it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. Somehow, all this bullshit that’s lead up to this moment has enhanced it a hundred times over.

  I tighten my grip on her and pull her close like we’re slow dancing at prom. I rest my lips against hers and press our foreheads together. I feel my heart against her chest and hers beating back against mine.

  “I love you, Janelle,” I tell her.

  “I – I love you, Chris.”

  Her words ignite me and I kiss her, pressing my tongue deep into her mouth. She kisses me back and quickly throws her arms around my neck and grabs the back of my head with her hand. I can feel her emotions pouring out through her lips and her body as we embrace. It’s incredible.

  Quickly, I lift her up and carry her to the couch. Still kissing her, I set her down and climb on top of her. I’m already hard, but it’s not pure lust. This is more. This is everything I’ve ever felt for her and I want to be inside her.

  She wants it too.

  Without waiting, she pulls her pants down and grabs at the button on my jeans. I help her with the fly and feel her hands close around my cock, which is already hard. She pulls it from my pants and I wriggle them halfway down my thighs and press it between her legs.

  I can feel her wetness already and push. She guides my cock inside her and the sensation causes us both to gasp.

  “Oh, God,” I say.

  “I know,” she whispers back as she begins to grind her hips against me.

  It’s like we’re both lost in a moment of pure sexual honesty as we start to move in sync. We start peeling the rest of our clothes off. I pull her shirt over her head and grasp her breasts, kiss her nipples, her neck and bring my lips back up to hers.

  She pulls my shirt over my head and I lift my arms as she tosses it aside. I thrust into her as she caresses my chest with her fingertips. I’ve never had sex like this before or felt this way. The sex is almost secondary to what I’m feeling. Being inside her is something I have to do.

  This makes her mine, I think.

  After all the ups and downs and questions, tonight is the night we give ourselves to each other for real. We finally understand each other.

  We’re moving in perfect rhythm, kissing hungrily at each other. I can feel her starting to tighten around me and realize she’s already almost there.

  “You’re going to cum,” I tell her, whispering into her mouth.

  “Yes,” she whispers, almost shouting.

  “I want to feel it,” I tell her. I grab a fistful of her hair and squeeze, pulling her head tight against mine, locking eyes with her.

  “I’m gonna cum, Chris!”

  “Do it,” I tell her. “Cum for me.”

  And she does. It turns me on beyond belief, as it always does, but tonight it’s even better. I did that to her. It’s not just the sex. It’s more. And it will always be more with Janelle. Always and forever.

  She moans and I feel her pussy clench down on me. I drive my dick inside her deeper, but move more slowly in time with the waves of her orgasm. I’m rock hard and she’s soaked. Her mouth hangs open as she cums and I slide my tongue fully inside. She accepts it, but is unable to kiss me back. She would
let me do anything to her right now.

  I want to feel all of her. I push my cock as far into her as it will go and feel her back arch as she feels the last of her orgasm flow through her. My tongue is deep in her mouth and finally I feel her kiss back and push back. She squeezes her hands hard and I feel her nails dig into my back. It almost hurts, but she holds back just enough.

  “Did you feel it?” She asks me. She knows the answer, but she wants to hear me say it. I start fucking her slowly, pulling my dick almost all of the way out of her before driving it back in.

  “Yes,” I say with a smile. “I love it.”

  And I do. It’s not an ego boost. I just love the fact that I’m pleasuring her. It’s all I want to do.

  “You feel so good,” she tells me. I smile and kiss her. Her lips are moist against mine and I slide one hand around her lower back and reach down and cup her ass. Careful to stay inside her, I twist her so we’re lying on our sides facing each other and pull her leg up over my hip.

  Her ass feels fucking amazing under my hand and I can’t control myself. I squeeze it then spank it hard. She jumps slightly but I see the fierceness in her face as she looks back at me. It turned her on.

  I spank her again – harder this time. She bucks her hips against mine and grinds against me. I can tell her clit is rubbing against me from this position. She starts to move faster and I spank her again.

  “Yeah, fuck me,” I tell her.

  “Yeah? You like that?” She asks me, getting into it.

  I respond with a grunt and spank her ass and grab it hard. It tenses with every thrust as we grind against each other. Her arms slip around my neck and she stares into my eyes. She’s getting close again.

  “You gonna cum again?” I ask her.

  “Uh huh,” she cries out. “Cum with me, Chris. I want to feel it.”

  Her words ignite me inside and I feel my cock twitch. I’m harder than I ever thought possible, like a bar of hot steel between my legs, penetrating deep inside Janelle.

  Her thighs press against mine and her wetness drips down my cock and onto my balls. We’re a hot sweaty mess and it’s amazing.

  She’s moving faster now. She’s almost there.

  “I’m close,” I tell her.

  “So am I,” she replies. “Cum with me, Chris. Cum with me!”

  When I feel her pussy clench down as she climaxes, my cock can’t take it anymore and lets loose. I explode inside her without any control. My hips rocket forward and I bury my cock inside her.

  She shrieks as she cums and feels the shock of accepting all my length inside her. Her arms squeeze hard around my neck as I shoot my cum into her pussy. I can just feel it’s a lot. I’m cumming so fucking hard my head tilts back and I start seeing stars.

  Her pussy is like Heaven and fucking her is better than any sex I’ve ever had. It’s more than just fucking – it’s like we’re bonding, joining together as a single person.

  My cock twitches again, shoots my cum into her and I grab her hard, squeezing her ass and pulling her lips to mine. We writhe together in ecstasy as we both cum together.

  I feel the last wave of my orgasm as my cock twitches one last time and I let out a deep sigh.

  “Oh my god.”

  “Fucking – amazing,” Janelle says with a gasp. We both open our eyes and stare at each other. I brush a mat of sweaty hair from her face and kiss her cheek gently, then her neck and her collar bone. My hand explores her body, gently, stroking her with my fingertips, brushing against her warm skin and beads of sweat.

  I’m still unbelievably turned on. Janelle shifts slightly and I feel it – I’m still hard inside her!

  That’s never happened to me before. I mean, I’ve got pretty good stamina and I’ve been able to go for the second down pretty quickly after the first one, but I’ve never stayed hard inside a girl after cumming before.

  Janelle notices, and I can see in her face that it’s turned her on beyond belief. She starts grinding, very slowly. My cock is insanely sensitive, and if she was to move any faster I know it would be too much. But she can read my face and knows exactly what to do.

  My mouth just hangs open and I look her in the eyes as she moves. It’s an unbelievable sensation. Her pussy is soaked, full of my cum and her juices, and I’m still hard inside her as she fucks me, massaging my dick with her pussy.

  “Can you cum again for me?” She asks me.

  “I – I don’t know,” I admit. But as I feel her slide her pussy back and clench down on the tip of my cock, I realize I can. “If you keep doing that I can.”

  Janelle listens and does. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like she’s barely moving. She’s using her pussy to massage my cock and she’s reading every reaction on my face to do it.

  I’m so fucking sensitive it’s like being on the edge of orgasm the entire time. My cock is so hard it almost hurts and I feel like cumming again might just kill me. But it feels too fucking amazing.

  I move my hand from her ass to her breast and squeeze. She leans forward and bites my lip. It’s incredibly gentle. I respond, pinching her nipple just hard enough. And then she does something that sends me over the edge.

  With her right hand, she reaches back behind me and brushes her fingertips against my balls. And it sends me over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I say, my jaw clenching down as all the air escapes my lungs. I feel my cock twitch and I cum again. It’s not like any orgasm I’ve ever felt before. Instead of feeling a rush of pleasure with each shot of cum spurting out of my dick, I feel one massive wave of pleasure wrack my entire body. I can barely tell what’s happening. I feel dizzy and bury my face in her neck.

  She grabs my head and clenches her pussy down and just grips my cock and stops moving. I feel everything as I cum again and she moans in my ear. Her soft breath almost tickles and sends a shiver down my spine.

  “Jesus,” I say, catching my breath. “That’s never happened before.”

  “Really?” She asks me. I can hear the delight in her voice. I let my head collapse against the pillow.

  “Never. That was a-fucking-mazing! How did you do that!?”

  “I’m just special, I guess,” she says with a giggle. I close my eyes and just stroke her cheek and neck for a while. Finally, I’m able to pull out of her and lie beside her. It’s the absolute worst part, pulling out of a girl. But after the incredible session we just had, I’m not complaining.

  “Janelle,” I tell her. “I want to make another baby with you.”

  “I want that too,” she says. I open my eyes to meet hers. “I’m not on birth control. We might have just made one.”

  I smile and kiss her gently. “I hope so. I’m going to be there for you, Janelle. No matter what happens. I’ll be there for you forever.”

  She smiles back at me and I know in my heart that this is the woman I will spend the rest of my life with. “I know, Chris. Now I know.”

  “Oh, by the way,” I say. “I’m selling the house. But I have another one for us.”

  “Really?” She says with surprise.

  “My father left it to me,” I tell her. “It’s just out of town. It has land, its own private road. There’s tons of room for Max to play, and no one will bother us. I can’t wait to show you.”

  “And I can’t wait to see it.”

  Epilogue

  Two years later…

  “There he is, Max!? You see your daddy?”

  I turn to Max who is sitting beside me in the booth in the Ohio football stadium as we watch his dad play Alabama for the national championship. In my arms is our second son, Jonathan, named after Chris’s father. He’s just over a year old now. People say he has his father’s nose and my eyes.

  “I see him, mommy!” Max shouts, waving his enormous foam finger around above his head. Nothing excites him more than watching his father play, and with all the excitement around today, he’s been running around and jumping like a madman.

  The game has been inte
nse. Everyone expected Alabama to blow us out, but it’s been back and forth and right now they’re up by one and have the ball. It’s fourth down and it looks like they’re going for a kick. There’s barely any time left in the game, and if they make this, we’re going to have to pull out all the stops to come back and win.

  I’ve been on the edge of my seat the entire game. Chris needs this, and I want it for him. Last year we made the championships, but Alabama took it over us by one touchdown after an interception and took the title by the skin of their teeth.

  “This year is payback,” Chris had said as he kissed me before the game. “And I’m coming home with a trophy.”

  I believed him. I still believe in him. But there’s only so much one man can do in a team sport.

  Alabama lines up and Ohio takes their places. It’s not looking good, but I’ve got my hopes up. I’m sending every good vibe I can Chris’s way and have my fingers crossed too.

  “Are we gonna win, mommy?!” Max asks me.

  “I hope so, sweetie!” I tell him. “Your daddy is very talented. If anyone can do it, he can.”

  And here it goes. The quarterback hikes the ball behind him and they plant the ball for a kick. The kicker rushes up, but that’s when it happens.

  Somehow, Chris manages to leap over the line of scrimmage and knock two Alabama players aside. They just weren’t expecting him.

  Alabama’s kicker winds up, but Chris’s just too fast. As he brings his leg down, Chris leaps forward. The kicker’s foot connects, but Chris is there. He snatches the ball right out of the air and pulls it to his chest.

  The crowd goes absolutely wild and mayhem breaks out on the field. Ohio bursts forward like a charging army, sending Alabama’s offensive line scattering out of the way like broken statues.

  Chris isn’t a running back, but he’s got a lead on Alabama’s team and he’s running his heart out.

  “Go, daddy!” Max shouts. I’m on my feet, bouncing Jonathan gently in my arms, trying not to let my excitement shake him up.

  My eyes go wide as an Alabama player heads straight for Chris. But just as he’s about to tackle him, Noah, number twelve on Ohio, nails him and knocks him away.