Not Fake For Long

by Parker, Weston

  Watching her responses while trying to keep my own hips still, I increased the speed and pressure of my fingers until I saw that telltale crease appearing between her eyebrows. She still had her head thrown back, her fingers gripping my hair and my shoulder so hard she might just leave bruises. But I didn’t care.

  She was close and getting her there was the only thing that mattered. Her lip stayed between her teeth until she started riding my hand. Then her mouth fell open as loud moans spilled out of her. A flush spread across her chest and up her neck to her cheeks, her body practically vibrating until she gave a shout and begun to spasm around my fingers.

  I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, trying to keep from coming in my pants as her juices coated my hand and her moans finally subsided. Fuck… this girl.

  It didn’t matter how many times I’d seen her come apart for me by now. Every time it happened, I got even more addicted to seeing that ecstasy playing out on her features and to hearing my name on her lips when she came.

  Tonight was the night I’d promised myself I’d tell her the truth and I would, but fuck. I really, really wasn’t ready for this to end yet.

  26

  KEIRA

  Harrison looked wrecked, like he was about to go off at the slightest touch. Sweat dotted his brow and his posture was rigid with restraint. His dark hair stood up at all ends from how I’d just been hanging onto it, and his full lips were swollen and red from the force of our kisses.

  They were slightly parted as he watched me coming back to earth, his pupils so dilated that there was almost none of the hazel left around them. His chest was heaving almost as much as mine was, and his jaw was tight.

  “You okay?” I asked, lowering my head to brush kisses to his temples and on his eyelids. “You don’t look okay.”

  “I’m fine,” he grunted, but even those two words were thick with need. Both of his hands came to my hips, and he cocked his head as he tightened his grip on me. “Stand up on your knees.”

  “What?” I glanced down at where my knees rested on the couch on either side of him. “I’m already on my knees.”

  “Yeah, but lift yourself up.” His voice had that low, commanding timbre to it that always reduced me to a puddle of lusty goo. “If I lay you down or even let you sit on the couch, we’re going to ruin your hair if you don’t keep your head up. So lift.”

  As I did what he asked, I realized why he’d asked me to do it. One of his arms wrapped around my hips to pull me closer to him while he scooted down some while the other came up to tease my nipple.

  My body still felt like a giant live wire from my orgasm. Even the lightest of his touches were sending sparks through me already.

  “Hold on to me,” he commanded. “You should be able to hang onto the back of the couch as well if you want.”

  Without giving me any further warning, he spread my legs and settled into position between them. It didn’t look like a terribly comfortable position to be in, but he didn’t seem to mind. When his mouth latched onto me and his fingers kept toying with my breasts, I didn’t really mind anything either.

  His tongue was hot and perfect, gentler and less demanding than his fingers had been but still clearly on a mission. He licked, lapped, and sucked at me like he was never going to stop.

  Mindful that I really did have to hang on, I tried to keep myself upright while he sent pleasure shooting from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. Everything was still so sensitive that it took me no time at all before I was flying over that delicious edge again.

  “Harrison,” I just about screamed as I surrendered to the white-hot pleasure coursing through me, my hips jerking and my muscles trembling as I fought to stay upright.

  When I finally started coming down again, he pulled me gently into him and let me catch my breath while he stroked my back and planted soft kisses on my shoulders. I burrowed into him, my eyes closed as I tried to remember why I couldn’t just go to sleep right now.

  “You okay?” he murmured to me this time.

  I nodded weakly against his chest. “I just need a minute. That was intense.”

  “You’re telling me,” he managed to get out, and then a hiss came out of him as I adjusted myself on his lap.

  It was only then that my brain started coming back online. He’d given me two mind-blowing orgasms, but I hadn’t touched him yet. We also didn’t have much time left before I had to go finish getting ready for the wedding.

  With that thought in mind, I lifted my head and planted a firm kiss on his mouth. “Your turn.”

  “You have to go get dressed,” he replied, his eyes even darker now than before. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

  I rolled my eyes at him before kissing a path along his jaw until I could nip at his earlobe. “There’s no way I’m leaving you right now. I just have to touch up my makeup, put on some lipstick, and then pull on a dress and shoes. We’ve got more than enough time.”

  His gaze burned into mine, but it didn’t look like he was about to keep arguing. “Lucky for us, it’s not going to take much after all that.”

  My hands dropped to his belt and I pulled it free. “Stop worrying. Just relax, okay? We’re going to be on time.”

  Lifting his arm, he shook his watch free and glanced away from me to check it. “We’ve got about ten minutes if you only need about another twenty to get ready.”

  “I don’t need another twenty to get ready,” I said as I slid off the couch and landed on my knees between his legs. “Stop trying to be a martyr. We’ll make it on time.”

  He chuckled, but the sound was dry. “Trust me, I’m not trying to be a martyr. I’m not into denial. I just don’t particularly want to be responsible for you getting to Hailey’s wedding late. Your mother will crucify me.”

  “Do we really have to talk about my mother right now?” I scrunched up my nose but pushed him back by his shoulders before I went for the button on his pants. “Besides, we’re a newly engaged couple tonight. Aren’t we? She’ll understand.”

  “Fuck,” he murmured, peering down at me through heavy-lidded eyes as I unzipped him. Finally, he dropped his head back and glared at the ceiling while his throat worked. “You’re right. Let’s not talk about your mother right now. Let’s just be a newly engaged couple and not get judgey when I don’t last long.”

  “You’ve already lasted long,” I said as I pushed down the waistband of his pants and took his underwear with them, prompting him to lift his ass so I could pull both garments off. Once I had his shoes, pants, and underwear in a pile next to me, I looked up at him. “For the next few minutes, could you just focus on me and not on Hailey, or the wedding, or my mother?”

  “That’s not going to be a problem,” he promised, his gaze following my hands as my fingertips danced up his thighs.

  When I set my sights on my prize, I swallowed hard. I’d just had two spectacular orgasms but seeing him so hard and needy made me go right back to feeling the same way. Harrison’s cock had magical powers, I swore it. It sure as heck enchanted me.

  Long and curved slightly to my left, it was thick enough to stretch me out and was glistening with wetness on top. As I took him between my lips, I wasn’t sure which one of us moaned louder.

  I sneaked a quick peek at him, finding his hands fisted on the couch at his sides and his eyes now closed. The muscles in his stomach were dipping and rippling as I sucked him in deeper, and whispered curses met my ears.

  My hands joined in then, one of them moving between his legs to play with his balls while the other wrapped around his shaft. His neck was straining and his hips were starting to thrust into my mouth.

  Squeezing my thighs together, I tried not to think about how good it would feel to have him sinking into me right then. A couple minutes before, I hadn’t thought I’d be able to have another orgasm, but I wasn’t so sure anymore.

  Stop being greedy, I chastised myself. He’s waited this long. Focus on him.

  The closer I felt him getting though, the
more difficult it was not to touch myself as well as him. Moaning and squirming right along with him, I felt my core tightening when he swelled in my mouth.

  “Get on top of me. Now,” he suddenly demanded. “There’s a condom in my pocket.”

  Not wasting any time, I kept my mouth on him while I reached for his pants. I found his wallet easily and felt the foil wrapper as soon as I dipped my fingers in. Moving as fast as I could, I rolled it over him and then climbed back onto his lap.

  The look in his eyes sent sparks flying through me. It was a wild, primal expression that made him look like he was going to explode if he didn’t have me right that very minute. I’d never been looked at like that before, and I definitely liked it.

  His hands came to my hips, and he slammed me down on him with a loud groan as soon as I was in position. Without waiting, he started thrusting into me while bringing one of his hands to my clit and the other to the nape of my neck.

  “Are you going to be able to come for me?” he whispered harshly, his dark eyes locked on mine.

  I nodded once, angling myself until I felt him everywhere I needed him. “I am, and soon. For some reason, giving you blowjobs gets me really hot.”

  He groaned again, mashing his lips to mine and speaking between kisses. “I can definitely live with that. Come for me, Keira. I need you to come for me so fucking badly.”

  “Well, since you asked so nicely,” I murmured, then kissed him back while I worked with him to give him what he needed.

  All the different sensations got the better of me within seconds. The feeling of my nipples brushing against his chest, of him buried deep inside me, and of feeling his muscles tremble as he tried to fight his own release.

  The next thing I knew, I went off like a firework once more. The orgasm ripped through me, setting me on fire as I shouted his name and rode him like my life depended on it.

  He wasn’t far behind me, letting go almost the same second I did. A roar came out of him when his climax hit, and I felt him emptying himself into the condom before he collapsed back against the couch.

  For several minutes, neither of us moved. I didn’t even know if I’d be capable of movement for the rest of the night. Eventually, though, I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer.

  “I should go finish getting ready,” I said. “Even though I really don’t want to.”

  “I really don’t want you to either,” he said with a soft tap to my ass. “But you’re right. We really need to get going soon. Need me to help you to your bedroom?”

  I chuckled softly and shook my head as I tested my limbs. “If you get anywhere near my bedroom, we might miss the wedding altogether. I’ll be back in a few.”

  When I finally managed to get up, I paused in my bedroom door to look back at him. He was still sitting on the couch, his head resting against the back of it as he stared absently at the ceiling. I’d have paid good money to know what was going on in his head at that very moment, but I left him to his thoughts.

  I didn’t have good money to pay and I doubted he’d want it anyway. Besides, I had a wedding to get ready for, and he wasn’t wrong about my mother crucifying us if we were late.

  27

  HARRISON

  Keira and I arrived at the wedding venue with minutes to spare. The wedding itself was only starting in about an hour but she needed to be there early so she would be present for pictures and while the bride got into her dress. The itinerary for the day was tight and we’d come very close to the maid of honor not showing up when she was supposed to.

  She turned to me when we drove through the gates of the sprawling estate. “I’m sorry this place is so ostentatious. I told her it was too much, but both of them felt like it was perfect.”

  Right. So this isn’t the time to tell her I’m an investor in this place, then. “It’s not that ostentatious. The Italian villa style venues are better than some of the other places in the city.”

  “Fair enough, but there’s just not much soul,” she said as we drove up the long driveway, between paddocks filled with horses, and underneath a canopy of trees overhead. “It is beautiful, though. I have to give it that.”

  It was also one of the most expensive venues around, but I didn’t mention it. “It really is beautiful. Although anywhere with horses and open spaces will be beautiful to me.”

  “True.” She laughed. “I agree with that sentiment. Are you sure you’re going to be fine while I go smile for the camera?”

  “I’ll be fine,” I said, leaning in to brush a kiss against her cheek when we rolled to a stop outside of the suites. “I’m going to go find parking. Then I’ll take a walk to the stables. I’ll see you after the ceremony.”

  Her gaze softened as she nodded. She threaded her fingers together behind the nape of my neck and bought her mouth to mine. “Okay, I’ll see you after.”

  “One last thing,” I said, digging into my pocket and coming back with a velvet ring box. “You’re going to need this if you want your mom to believe us.”

  Her eyes widened when I popped the top off the box and she saw the simple gold band with the solitaire diamond sitting in the middle of it. “Harrison, that’s gorgeous. Where did it come from?”

  I shrugged. “A small boutique in Red Hook. I realized yesterday we’d need one. May I?”

  She held her hand out to me, and her eyes grew misty when I slid it on. “Wow. I know it’s not real, but this is just… Wow.”

  Tilting her hand from side to side, she admired the ring for a second before she threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. When we broke apart, I grinned against her lips and took her hand to run the pad of my finger over the ring.

  “You like it?”

  She smiled. “I love it. Thank you. You really didn’t have to go this far.”

  “I never do anything half-assed,” I said. “I’m sure your family would’ve noticed if you didn’t have a ring.”

  “I know, but…” She trailed off, then dragged her fingers through my hair as she kissed me again. “Thank you. I love it.”

  She broke away from me with a soft sigh, smiled again, and then climbed out of the truck. I watched her walk toward the suites, unable to tear my gaze away from her until she’d turned the corner.

  Her bridesmaid’s dress was a soft, shimmering gold. With her dark features and smooth skin, she looked fucking breathtaking in that color. Then again, she looked incredible in any color.

  When she’d come out of her bedroom in that dress, I’d very nearly dragged her right back in. Regardless of the fact that I’d just had her, I’d already wanted her again. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I doubted I ever would.

  Something about her had gotten under my skin from the word go, and now I couldn’t shake her. I also couldn’t shake the feeling lodged deep inside my gut that things were about to go sideways.

  There was no point dwelling on it, though. I already knew what was coming. All that was left to do was to grab my balls, jump right in, and hope to everything that was holy that she would forgive me for not telling her the truth right away.

  If all else failed, I wasn’t above groveling. Ashton had prepared me for the fact that it might very well come down to begging for her forgiveness, and I’d already decided I’d do it.

  While I couldn’t remember the last time I’d begged anyone for anything, or even if I ever had, I figured if there was one person I could humble myself to, it was her. The bottom line was that I wasn’t ready to let her go and I’d do whatever it took not to have to.

  In the meantime, all I could do was make sure she had fun at the wedding and that her mother bought our story about being engaged. I’d almost overlooked the fact that she’d need a ring to sell it properly, but the thought of putting my ring on her finger—even if it was just for one night—had just been too tempting.

  Although if it had been for real, the rock would’ve been much bigger and the band something a little more elaborate. I’d want every fucker who even glanced her way to see t
hat she belonged to me. While I knew she’d probably be entirely happy with something small and simple like the one I’d gotten, I’d want a ring that left no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was taken.

  A part of me had wanted to get her something like that for tonight anyway. If I’d already told her who I was, I’d have done it, but a simple guy working with horses wouldn’t exactly have been able to afford what I had in mind. I planned on telling her tonight but not quite yet. If I’d told her before the wedding, the whole plan might’ve gone up in flames anyway.

  As I parked the truck, I saw a sign for the stables. I remembered being shown where they were when I’d come out for a tour of the property during the time the owners had been searching for investors. Wedding venues weren’t traditionally my cup of tea for investment, but this one promised returns that had been too good to pass up on.

  Plus, I’d helped broker a deal for some of their horses with a breeder near the farm, and I’d liked how passionate both owners had been about the horses. They also offered a host of other function options over and above weddings, and a lot of their plan had centered around the horses. I’d liked that too, so I’d given them some money.

  It was working out well so far. When I saw their stables, I had a good idea why it was working out so well. They allowed others to stable their own, private horses here and had even built an indoor arena. I also knew they held shows here from time to time.

  Not only was it a sought-after wedding venue, but it had also become a playground for every rich horse owner in the city. As I looked around, I was proud of having gotten in on the ground floor of this one.

  A groom dressed in bottle-green jodhpurs with a khaki shirt bearing the logo of the venue walked up to me. “Can I help you, sir?”

  “No, thank you,” I said, my hands in my pockets as I walked farther into the stables. “I’m just admiring the setup you guys have here.”