Falling for His Fake Fiancée (Book 2, Girls' Night Trilogy)

by Gillian Blakely

  She did it again. He groaned into her mouth and took a step toward the hallway. She tore her lips from his, her eyes wide and wild.

  “Your leg...” Her voice echoed in the empty hallway, but he kept moving toward her bedroom. The concern in her voice almost undid his self-control, what little he had left.

  She tugged his hand and he paused, glancing back at her.

  “My leg is fine,” he replied, his tone sincere. “Even if it wasn’t, I’d find a way to have you.”

  “Oh yeah?” she said shyly, a whisper of a smile teasing her lips. There were stars in her eyes and something else, an emotion he couldn’t put his finger on.

  “Yeah,” he said, pulling her the rest of the way into her bedroom. At least he was going to have her back in his arms, back in her bed with him. He didn’t plan to let her out until morning. “I want you more than I want one of your cookies.”

  She laughed. “That’s high praise. I know how much you like my cookies.”

  “I adore your cookies.”

  “Greg?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  Smart woman. He shut the door behind her and jerked her back into his arms. This time she shut her eyes and kissed him. There wasn’t a hint of reservation in the liplock. She moved against him, with him, hands touching him everywhere.

  He loved that she took up right where they’d left off. He loved the soft sounds coming from her throat. But most of all, he loved the way she came alive in his arms, as if she’d been waiting her whole life to be with him.

  He slid his hands down to cup her rear. She was wearing too many clothes. Most days he found her buttoned up look the ultimate tease but right now he wanted nothing between them. Nothing but the finest sheen of sweat.

  Her fingertips slipped beneath his shirt and roamed his back. He jerked his shirt over his head, thankful that his shoulders were no longer bothering him. Then he flicked open the button of his jeans but her hands took over unzipping him. He nibbled his way down her jaw as he worked the buttons of her blouse. As soon as the last one was undone he pushed the edges over her shoulders and down, trapping her arms.

  Leaning back, his eyes drank her in. The simple white bra with the sheer poka dotted trim hinted at what lay beneath. Her nipples poked at the fabric and his mouth actually watered. Damn, she was sexy.

  “Greg―” Her voice was shy and he realized she was half a second away from trying to cover herself.

  “Stop.” He kissed her again and finished taking off her shirt. Without a second to lose he slid his hands up her back and released the clasp of her bra. A soft sigh breezed by his ear.

  She’d stopped touching him. Was she having second thoughts? She didn’t look like she was having second thoughts; in fact, she looked like she was in a state of ecstasy.

  He took her hands and positioned them on his hips, eager to feel those cool fingertips against his scorching skin.

  “You,” he said, pulling the bra down her arms and tossing it over his shoulder, “are―”

  He kissed her nose, then each eyelid before moving back to her mouth. His hands hovered beneath the curve of her breasts, aching to cup them, to tease those hardened peaks.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered against her lips.

  His words had the desired affect and she moaned. Without missing a beat, she shoved at his jeans and he pushed her skirt and her panties down her hips.

  They tumbled onto the bed together, a heap of tangled limbs. Her fingers threaded through his hair as he suckled one nipple and then moved to the next. The street light filtering through the gauzy curtains gave him his first good look at her.

  “Remember that trip to the Keys our senior year?” he murmured and then kissed his way down her belly.

  “Mmm huh.”

  “That red poka dot swim suit?”

  There was a beat of silence and her fingers relaxed against his scalp. “Yeah.”

  He glanced up and held her gaze. “Smoking hot.”

  Her eyes widened for just a second and then she started to retreat. He saw her close up. Felt her relaxing, almost sinking away from him.

  But he wasn’t going to let her. “What’s put that look in your eyes?”

  He kissed his way north and let his hands do the talking. She arced beneath his touch and when he flicked his thumb over her left nipple she gasped again.

  He liked that her breasts were sensitive and planned on using that to his advantage.

  “Tell me, sweetheart.”

  As lovely and pink as those nipples were, he trailed his hand back to the juncture of her thighs. Her hand on his wrist stopped him.

  “I just―I’ve―”

  He kissed her, long and deep. Tongue thrusting into her mouth, he left nothing to the imagination. He poured everything he was feeling, every ounce of desire, every thread of need into the kiss, willing her to know how much he wanted her.

  Her grip tightened and slid his finger through the tangle of curls and found her wet and oh-so-responsive. At the first brush of his fingers, her thighs parted and when he slid a finger inside, she lifted her hips.

  Holy hell.

  Her hand left his wrist all together and trailed north to cup his jaw. The delicate little sounds delighted his ears, as did the rhythmic thrust of her hips. Her upper body pressed against his, straining. Did she have any idea how amazing she was, how on edge she had him?

  Her hand slid down his chest slowly, as if she was memorizing every inch. His gut clinched, anticipation slicking his shoulders with sweat. Yes. Just a little closer, sweetheart.

  Her hand closed around his cock and he groaned. One tight squeeze and then a gentle stroke had him thrusting against her hand. She sucked on his tongue and he almost came right then and there.

  Need.

  He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She let out an adorable little squeak and braced her hands against the pillow beneath his head.

  “I don’t want to hurt you―” she said between kisses.

  He liked that she was a kisser. Nothing got him harder than a good long lip lock. Except for maybe a different type of kissing.

  “The only thing that could hurt me would be if you stopped,” he said and grazed his teeth down her chin before nibbling his way along her jaw to the tender skin of her throat.

  She pulled back and stared at him for a long moment.

  “You say the best things.”

  Her lips found his against as she slid along the length of his cock. Each kiss was hotter than the last and he wondered where the vixen in his arms had come from. He touched her everywhere, memorizing every curve, every inch of velvety soft skin.

  She must use lotion every day from head to toe. It was the only thing he could think of as he smoothed his hands over her thighs and up her hips. She kissed her way down his collar bone and nipped his chest. He sucked in a breath and let his hands roam up her torso.

  “You are the best medicine. If I could bottle you up I’d be a billionaire.”

  She paused just above his navel, the dark curtain of her hair tickling his skin. “Is that right?”

  “No,” he admitted staring into her lovely brown eyes. “I plan to keep you all to myself.”

  For a moment she was completely still and he wondered what she was thinking. Perhaps he’d been a little too honest or too forward, but hell, they were naked. If he couldn’t be honest now, when?

  She sighed and her lips curved upward as she kissed and licked her way up his torso. “You really do say the best things.”

  “I’m done talking,” he whispered against her lips. Once again he let his hands explore her, memorizing every silky inch of skin. Flat on his back, he didn’t have to worry about taxing his leg. All his focus was on her, driving her wild teasing her breathless.

  And he did. Finally she groaned his name and he removed his fingers from the warm, wet sheath between her legs. She was ready and he, way beyond.

  “Nightstand,” he uttered between w
et kisses.

  Aching, he didn’t know how long he’d last. With the way she slid against his cock he’d be lucky to get a condom on.

  “Nightstand?” She echoed, clearly as dazed as he was.

  “Condom,” he said and sucked on her bottom lip. She made a breathy little sound and then scrambled toward the piece of furniture holding the key to their pleasure.

  Her shyness was gone and he was glad she didn’t try to hide herself from him. After pulling open the top drawer she stared down and a frown pinched her brows.

  “Where―”

  “Thank God for good brothers,” he murmured, taking the box from her hand. He ripped it open and used his teeth to tear the first foil packet he found.

  When he was sheathed he glanced up to find her staring at his cock, a blank expression on her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She shook her head and he rolled toward her.

  “Talk to me.”

  “You want to talk? Right now?”

  “Not particularly,” he admitted.

  She laughed and leaned down to kiss him. He snaked an arm around her waist and rolled onto his back. Ignoring the throbbing in his knee he used his hands to encourage her to straddle him again.

  He adored the way she held herself above him, her fingertips lightly braced against his chest as she gave him her mouth. His erection strained against the slippery flesh between her legs.

  “I want you,” he said against her mouth. “And I never want to stop kissing you.”

  She made a sound of complete contentment in the back of her throat but made no move to join their bodies.

  In fact, she seemed more interested in nibbling her way down to his ear.

  He kneaded her hips between his hands and thrust up against her. She chuckled.

  “You’re laughing at a time like this?” He was in agony. So hard he thought it might physically be possible for his penis to explode from excess blood.

  “I’m happy. Relishing the fact that you want me so badly. I’m so―”

  “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he inserted quickly, cupping her cheeks between his hands and forcing her to look at him.

  “I want you more than you could possibly know, Gretchen. I’ve never been so fucking hard and I feel like I might explode any second. You do that to me. I’m dying to be inside you, to make love to you and come apart wrapped in your arms. So no apologizing.”

  His words made her expression go soft and dreamy. She slipped her right hand down his chest, across his abs until it closed around his cock. A quick shift of her hips and she sank slowly onto him. Despite how wet she was, she was also incredibly tight and he grit his teeth against the sweet friction.

  When he was at last completely seated inside her she opened her eyes and pegged him with a look. There were too many emotions there for him to read before she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

  When she started to shift her hips he tightened his grip in her waist. “Stay still. Just a while longer.”

  He didn’t mean to growl the words but it was taking all his concentration to hold back. She gave him a lazy grin and planted a palm on the bed above each of his shoulders.

  “I probably shouldn’t tell you how amazing you feel, then.”

  He groaned.

  She smirked and he found the sexy vixen side of her completely charming if not damn seductive. It was as if facing off with her mother had unleashed the Gretchen hidden deep inside. She’d never been so unabashed before and he adored that.

  “Or how big you are,” she whispered.

  “Now you’re just teasing me.”

  She shook her head and her hair shimmied around her shoulders. “Not that I have a lot to compare to, but you’re the biggest.”

  She nipped his chin and he thought about instating a no kissing, no talking, no nibbling rule. He briefly considered about asking how many lovers she’d had so he could get his mind off of the delicious heat surrounding his cock but he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to think about her in someone else’s bed.

  “Maybe if...”

  She didn’t finish the sentence and he was dying to know what she was going to say. He couldn’t remember ever hanging on a woman’s every word, especially during sex. But this was more than sex somehow. Being with Gretchen was fun and funny and seductive and pleasurable all rolled into one.

  “Maybe if?” He prompted.

  “Maybe if you come you’ll be able to enjoy yourself more.”

  “I love the way you think woman.” And he had plenty of stamina to go all night.

  She shot him a smile he’d never seen before. It was both pleased and sultry. Then she began to move, slow thrusts that ran the length of his cock, delighting each and every nerve ending along the way. He pressed his head back into the pillow and encouraged her with his hands.

  While he enjoyed the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, he cupped the luscious swells in his hands and gave her nipples a quick flick with his thumbs. A delightful little moan travelled up her throat so he did it again. And again until she closed her hands over his, crying out with pleasure.

  He joined her, thrusting up to meet her even as certain parts of him ached slightly. The orgasm swept through him, replacing the pain, if only for a moment. He wanted it to go on forever. The bliss, the feeling of completion, the look in Gretchen’s eyes.

  She loosened her grip on his hands, looking as sated as he felt. The instant she started to glance around uncomfortably, he pulled her down for a kiss.

  “Let’s do that again,” he said against her lips.

  26

  Baby Campbell fought with the foil sheath on one of the wine bottles. The red wine needed to breathe before the girls got here and she was running behind. The wine wasn’t the only thing that needed air; she needed to breathe.

  The doorbell chimed as she wrestled the last cork from its bottle. Trust Gretchen to be right on time. She quickly poured herself a glass and then threw open the front door.

  Adrenaline and lust clashed together inside of her as she stared up into a ruggedly handsome face she knew by heart. Joe Catrell had solicited the same response each and every time he’d been within twenty feet of her. Heart pounding, thigh clenching, panty drenching lust. Problem was he had no intention of doing anything about it.

  “Come to check me out?” she asked. The words were out of her mouth before she realized that wasn’t what she’d meant to say. “And by me, I mean my house.”

  He stared at her with unwavering blue eyes that saw far too much. Though she’d been with plenty of men in her lifetime, she’d never met anyone as cold and lethal as the one glaring down at her right now. He didn’t like her much. He’d made that obvious during the Super Bowl party.

  Problem was, she liked him a lot. A whole lot.

  She licked her lips and fought back that wave of uncertainty that had nearly drowned her that day. Any man with so much intensity, so much focus would surely know his way around a woman’s body and she’d be willing to bet next month’s pay check that they’d fit together like a cock in a condom.

  Without a word he stepped past her to do his security check. His blatant disinterest stung worse than the hornet sting to the forehead she’d suffered the summer after fourth grade. In fact, his silence hurt her deep down and she couldn’t figure out why.

  She prided herself on keeping her emotions locked away, focusing on staying happy, content, and in the moment. So the fact that his briskness made her eyes water was extra unusual.

  She blinked back an errant tear as she stepped aside to let JJ in.

  “I see you brought your pitbull,” Baby whispered as JJ hugged her.

  “We got another note.”

  JJ’s reply was soft and the tone, more than the words said it all. Trevor’s stalker wasn’t giving up. Joe was on high alert.

  So were Baby’s girly parts but there was nothing to be done. Except sip wine and have a date with BOB later.

 
For now she squeezed JJ extra hard and ushered her deeper into the foyer.

  Gretchen was right behind her and when she hugged Baby, she held on longer than normal. Seeing as how she’d been oddly distant lately, the gesture surprised Baby.

  “You okay?” she asked, returning the embrace.

  Gretchen nodded.

  “Okay. Glad you could make it,” Baby said and shut the door, flicking the lock shut with a loud click.

  “Cindy said she’s running a little late,” Gretchen said as she shed her coat.

  One of these days it would warm up and turn into the balmy summer Atlanta was known for but the extra harsh winter was holding on with both hands it seemed. Spring was barely peeking its head out.

  “Any news on her and Adam?” Baby asked as she hung up their coats.

  “No specifics yet. She picked up Gizmo while I was at school, but she did text me to say that things were going good on the Adam-front…”

  JJ sighed. “About time. Those two were made for each other.”

  “I’m tired of seeing her so miserable,” Baby agreed. Cindy hadn’t been her bright, bubbly self since she and Adam had broken it off three months ago.

  “Well, if her silence this week is any indication,” JJ started and the three of them shared a laugh.

  “She was getting lucky.” Which was more than Baby could say for herself.

  “I’ll be right outside,” Joe said to JJ as he strode back into the room.

  “Thanks, Joe.”

  His gaze landed on Baby for all of a second and a half before he made his exit. What was it about her he found lacking? Sure, she talked a lot, laughed a lot and wasn’t shy about her interest in him. But she was smart and out-going, plus she had a good job and she could tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue. What more did he want?

  Maybe he liked shy submissive types. That was something she could never be.

  “Earth to Baby.” JJ’s voice hedged in on Baby’s thoughts and she took a long sip of wine.

  “Sorry.”

  “Everything okay?” Gretchen asked.

  Considering the cold shoulder she’d been getting for the last few months, Baby was a little surprised by her friend’s concern. She had no idea what she’d done to Gretchen but she was ready for the ice to thaw and remain liquid.