Single Dad’s Fake Fiancée: A Cowboy Romance

by King, Imani

  It hit me. Hard.

  Bliss tore through my being. Sensations ravaged me. I couldn’t do anything but experience them—no, enjoy them—as I soared to the highest highs and then crashed back down into his arms. He kept kissing me, even more softly, mindful of how tender he’d just made me.

  He caressed my sides. “How do you feel, Destiny?”

  “I’ll tell you when I come back down to earth,” I whimper.

  He grinned, and I could see his dimple in the moonlight. “Come back down to earth quickly, Destiny, so I can take you back to heaven.”

  If my arms weren’t limp pleasure noodles, I’d totally swat him. “Wow, you’re pretty damn cocky.”

  “I’m not being cocky, sweetheart,” he drawled in his deep cowboy, western, mountain man tone. “Just honest.”

  “Your ego is as big as the Wyoming sky.”

  “And my cock is as big as the mountains.”

  I laughed. Couldn’t help myself. And what the hell? Who says something like that? I slapped him with my limp, pleasure noodle arm because he totally deserved it.

  My slap just made him smile bigger.

  “Don’t look so happy, there’s more where that came from,” I warned him.

  “Good, Destiny,” he whispered, kissing my stomach. “I’ve got more for you, too.”

  And then, he removed his briefs.

  Oh boy, when he said he had more he sure wasn’t kidding. My heart started going a mile a minute as he stood up on his knees, towering above me. His muscular chest sloped into a perfect V right above the most magnificent cock I’d ever laid eyes on. He grabbed it with his massive hand and jerked it twice. Normally, I wouldn’t find a man jerking himself sexy, but there was something so rugged and flat-out manly about the way he handled himself that I felt my core start to ache again with need.

  His body rippled with sweaty need as his eyes zeroed in on me. My throat tightened. His throbbing cock was strong and ready for me.

  I don’t know how I summoned the strength for more. What I’d already gotten was so much, but damn it, I wanted to feel the full force of nature that was one night with Miles Corbett even if it left me ravaged.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled seductively while tilting my head to the side, giving him a bit of sass that was sure to send him over the edge. I wanted this man to fuck me, and I wanted him to fuck me good.

  It worked. Miles growled and moved forward as if stalking his prey. I opened my legs further just in time because he was on me in a flash. Lips to lips, chest to chest, sex to sex. His cock rubbed my inner folds, promising pleasure, begging to be let in.

  As another kiss broke, I whispered into his ear. “Take me now, before I realize how stupid this is.”

  “I will, and I hope you never realize how stupid this is.”

  I felt his lips smile over mine. He guided his cock to my entrance.

  Now or never.

  My breath caught in my throat as it pushed into me, spreading my folds as he entered. Oh God, he was so big—so much more immense than anything I’d ever experienced before. My heart pounded. Adrenaline coursed through me. If he stopped now, I’d curse him forever.

  I didn’t have to worry about that, though. Soon enough, he’d speared himself all the way in. I felt a surge of delight as he filled me completely.

  His mouth claimed my soul as his cock claimed my body. Our kiss deepened, becoming more desperate. We were now physically as close as we could possibly be to one another. And emotionally? We had to be pretty close, too.

  He waited for a few moments to let me adjust to his size. I didn’t need long, though. I was no blushing virgin and didn’t need to be treated like a delicate flower. I was eager to get my fill of this cowboy gentleman.

  Miles was eager to get his fill of me, too. He began to thrust, and each time it felt like he was somehow moving deeper inside me. My arms wrapped around his head and my nails bit into his shoulders as I pulled him closer and enticed him to move faster. He accelerated quickly. Soon, I was clawing my fingers down his back, overcome by pleasure that was too much for me to bear.

  Miles could take it, though. This man was dedicated to proving himself to me. That was the most important ingredient in a fine lover—someone who truly, absolutely cares.

  The kisses became more possessive as his speed increased. Yet there was something almost tender about them, and they were such a contrast to the way he powerfully fucked me. Through the fog of pleasure, I became of myself falling for him even more. My heartbeat sped as I tried to regain control of my mind, but it was too late. Pleasure was mixing with my dormant emotions, pulling me into something dangerous but too blissful to deny.

  It’s just for tonight. It’s only play pretend. It doesn’t mean anything beyond two adults looking for some pleasure. That’s what I told myself, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. From the beginning, every moment of our tryst had only brought me closer to that inescapable pit that was falling in love.

  Every stroke of his cock was followed by a deft rub of my nub, bringing me closer and closer to another climax. I never thought of myself an easy woman to please in the bedroom, but Miles? Damn, Miles just knew what he was doing.

  My heart was beating in rhythm with his thrusts, and I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to endure all of this. Still clawing at his back with my legs wrapped around him, I was doing everything to keep him going.

  He didn’t disappoint. My vision was blurry through the coming orgasm, but even through that haze, I could see his smile. This is exactly where he wanted me. Crying out for him. Needing him. Unable to live without him.

  I gave in. Again. Unable to shield myself from his undeniable skill, passion, persistence, and primal power. There were no words to express the bliss I was feeling at that point.

  But Miles was still going. Still hard as a rock. Still ready to make me cum three times for his every one. He was my dream lover—if I could survive it. And in such a knowledgeable and caring cowboy’s hands, I knew I would be able to.

  Miles placed his arms inside my legs and folded me up so he could push deeper into me. My back arched as he increased his rhythm until it hit a fever pace. Each thrust of his cock pushed me closer to the edge.

  I cried out with need as I bucked into him, wanting more no matter how much energy had been drained by my two previous climaxes. I grinded against him. If I was with a giver like Miles, then I sure as hell wanted to be a giver right back.

  Whimpering with need, I just held on for dear life and told him that I wanted it all. Or so I thought, my coherency at that point debatable.

  It didn’t matter if he understood it or not, because he obeyed my command. Even in the chaos of our sexual frenzy, I could feel him quiver deep inside of me. His poor, aching cock ready to give it up. One last thrust, one last fuck, it happened. His warmth flooded me and he pushed deeper once more with just enough strength to bring me over the edge with him.

  I cried out one last time. Everything rushed together as I collapsed. Miles fell beside me on the bed. His cock was still inside me. My heart pounded against his bicep.

  I glanced over at him to find him already looking at me. Nothing else in the universe mattered at that point except for us.

  In another world, maybe this could have been my life forever, instead of a fleeting moment of joy. But that was alright. Nothing lasted forever. My world was pretty good for the time being, and I was happy with enjoying it while it lasted.

  Or at least that’s what I told myself.

  He pulled me closer, holding my sweaty, panting body against his, content to be by my side. He rain his fingers through my hair and kissed my shoulder.

  “If that didn’t convince you to stay, I don’t know what will,” he whispered.

  I wanted to be angry. Frustrated that he brought it up. I wasn’t going to let anything ruin it. Not fear, not anxiety, not even thinking of any possible consequences.

  For tonight, Miles was my lover, and nothing was
going to take that away from me.

  Chapter 13

  Miles

  I needed a new bathrobe but this one would have to do. I needed coffee before I had the energy to get fully dressed this morning. I had only enough left to pry myself away from Destiny.

  Destiny. Her name was almost enough to make me cum again. I had other things to deal with. This morning Vivian was coming, and it was the last morning I would see my sweetcake for a few days.

  So I would spoil her. Chocolate chip pancakes. Neither Destiny or Ashley were up yet, so I figured this would be the perfect alarm clock.

  Mixing it all together, throwing it on the griddle, I took in the aroma.

  The littlest of thuds moved across the floor upstairs. Ashley rushed down, so hyperactive that I’m pretty sure that she didn’t need the sugar she’s about to get.

  I figure when it’s about to kick in though, it’ll be Vivian’s problem.

  “Pancakes?” She exclaimed. I took the first finished one off the griddle and slid it onto the plate in front of her. “Pancakes!” She squealed.

  She tried to grab it immediately, then forgot that it was really, really hot. I snatched the pancake and started to blow on it.

  I heard another groan, someone who wasn’t powered solely by the pursuit of sugar was finally waking up. Destiny stumbled out of my bedroom wearing one of my t-shirts. Given our height difference, it fell nearly to her knees and served as a night-gown. The only problem is I don’t think Skynyrd ever had a line of nightgowns.

  “You made pancakes?” Destiny said, her voice hoarse.

  “Next batch will be ready soon.”

  She smiled softly. God, I didn’t think she could get even more beautiful, yet she absolutely was. She had a glow about her and the scent of her perfume mixed with everything else. If Ashley wasn’t here, I might have said fuck the pancakes and fucked her again, right here in the kitchen.

  “He makes the bestest pancakes, Destiny. You’ll love them!” Ashley said in between blowing on her breakfast.

  “I’m sure I will.”

  There was another thudding. This time though, I knew it wasn’t coming from someone I adored. I recognized the rhythm. Vivian. And she was early.

  I grumbled and walked to the door. I turned the knob, and she barged right in.

  Vivian proceeded to scrutinize the house, her nose up, judging everything. I suddenly realized I probably should have spent time more time with Destiny, perhaps cleaning the house.

  “Pancakes, chocolate, cheap perfume, and sex. What a mixture of aromas, Miles.” She looked over at Destiny, standing there in my shirt. “I see you got to know the help a whole lot better.”

  “I happen to like that cheap perfume, thank you very much,” I said, crossing my arms. “Just because it’s expensive doesn’t make it automatically superior.”

  “Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself, Miles.”

  “What the hell are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here for another hour.”

  “Spring Forward, Miles. Daylight Savings Time, surely you’ve heard of it.”

  I grumbled. Fuck, she was right.

  “I’m here to pick up my daughter. It’s time to go, Ashley.”

  Ashley had her mouth open. She was about to eat her pancake.

  “But I have a chocolate chip pancake!” She protested.

  “I’ll buy you some Eggos or something, let’s go.”

  “The girl isn’t even dressed to go yet,” I protested.

  “Well she better hurry up and get dressed then. I’ll have to note you didn’t properly have her ready for agreed upon custody rights.”

  I shook my head at this woman. “Come on, Ashley. I’ll make you more pancakes when you get back.”

  “But I want this one...” She protested.

  “I know you do, sweetcake. Just put your socks and shoes on and get ready.”

  “I don’t wanna.”

  Heaving a breath, I walked over to her. “You have to, Ashley. It’s how it is right now. I’m trying to change it, but if you don’t go with her, you’re not going to help me change things.”

  She pouted. She was on the verge of tears. She didn’t want to go, I didn’t want to let her. I couldn’t expect a five-year-old to understand the ins and outs of a ridiculous legal battle though.

  I hoisted her up and held her close.

  “That’s real cute, Miles. Go get her ready.”

  Destiny was looking her way, obviously feeling nervous about how she fit into the situation.

  “Come on. They’ll always be more chocolate chip pancakes.”

  “I got her,” Destiny spoke up, taking her out of my arms. “Come on. The sooner we do this, Ashley, the sooner this is over.”

  Ashley didn’t respond. She was not only denied pancakes, she was faced with the terrible fate of having to spend days with Vivian.

  When they were out of earshot, Vivian didn’t wait for a second to pull the claws out. “You’re so full of shit.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You think I’m not onto your nonsense? When the judge goes and tells us that he wants a good feminine role model in her life, you suddenly start fucking the maid?”

  “She’s not my maid, Vivian.”

  “Obviously, this place is a wreck.”

  “She’s my fiancée, thank you very much.”

  Vivian raised an eyebrow. “She’s your what?”

  “Fiancée. We’ve fallen madly in love since we’ve met. We figure it only proper not to immediately start living in sin.”

  “You’re seriously marrying... her.” She gestured to wherever she thought Destiny was. “That tramp? Do you even know the first thing about her, Miles?”

  “I know I love her, and that’s all that truly matters.”

  She burst out laughing. “This is all a ploy, a show. You wouldn’t marry me after five years with me, yet some ghetto trash shows up and suddenly you put a ring on it?”

  I seriously started to weigh the pros and cons of punching her in the face. “She’s my real fiancée, Vivian. I feel things for her I never felt for you. It’s as simple as that.”

  “Sure. She’s not just another fling. You going to have another bastard with her too?”

  “Well of course not, we’ll be married.” I smirked. “Don’t be silly, Vivian.”

  “You’re insufferable, you know that? And a damned fool. If you don’t think ghetto trash isn’t playing you like a fiddle, you’re dumber than you look.”

  “Not everyone lacks a soul like you, Vivian.”

  Chapter 14

  Destiny

  There was a part of me that wanted to leap out of a window and steal a car, run off with Ashley myself rather than hand her over to her mother. I’m sure Ashley would have wanted that, and I might too, for a little bit. Until reality managed to catch up to me, and make me regret how much I ruined everything.

  “Are you ever going to be my new Mommy?” She asked, out of the blue as I was tying her shoelaces.

  I froze. “I don’t think it’s time to think about such things yet, Ashley.”

  “But you love Daddy, right?”

  I grunted. Why was the hardest question I ever had to answer asked by a child? “It’s not that simple, Ashley.”

  “He’s the one who gave you that shiny ring, right?”

  I paused again. “Yes.”

  “That means you’re gettin’ married right?”

  “I guess?”

  “Then that means you get to be my new Mommy!”

  “Ashley... I’d be your new Mommy in a perfect world. Sometimes though, the world isn’t perfect. It’s the furthest thing imaginable from perfect.” I patted her head. “If it was perfect, after all, you wouldn’t have such a terrible Mommy in the first place.”

  “Okay...” She seemed to accept that answer for now. I didn’t like my answer either.

  On top of getting Ashley ready for her trip, I changed into jeans and a tank top, a tad more respectable than wearing a
lovers tee-shirt and nothing else. The last thing I wanted was to give that bitch more fuel to use against Miles.

  With Ashley ready and me as respectable as I’d ever be, I helped Ashley down the stairs. There was a full argument raging on.

  “You’re insufferable, you know that? And a damned fool. If you don’t think ghetto trash isn’t playing you like a fiddle, you’re dumber than you look.”

  I froze, gripping Ashley’s hand tight. Did Vivian know about my deal?

  “Not everyone lacks a soul like you, Vivian.”

  “Not everyone lacks a brain like you, Miles. Come on, you can’t actually believe a woman like that wants you because of your personality right? Or because you spoil your daughter?”

  “Oh, is this going to be another crazy conspiracy theory of yours? Like the mailman stealing all of your Vogue magazines?”

  “That asshole was!” She grunted, sounding incredibly unladylike. “It doesn’t matter if you believe me. I’m just going to laugh my ass off as you get played for the fool you are, and ghetto trash takes you for everything you got. Well, whatever’s left when I’m done anyway.”

  “Stop calling her that.”

  “What? Ghetto trash?”

  “You’re a reprehensible person already, Vivian. Being racist just adds to it. If we weren’t in Wyoming, I’m sure this would convince the judge of my case.”

  “But we’re in Wyoming, Miles. Here? She’s just ghetto trash. Ghetto trash that’s smarter than you. Everything about her is just too convenient, isn’t it?”

  Did she know my boss? I knew he wanted me to be his eyes and ears as far as the sale of the land. I couldn’t imagine that Vivian was involved.

  She didn’t seem farsighted enough to make such a complex plan.

  I squeezed Ashley’s hand and kept going down stairs.

  Vivian saw me. She rolled her eyes again, and turned. “I’ll be waiting in my car. If Ashley isn’t delivered in three minutes, I’ll call the police. That’ll look real good on your case, Miles.”

  She walked out the front door, not bothering to close it.

  “How much of that did you hear?” Miles asked.