Fake Marriage Box Set (A Single Dad Romance)

by Claire Adams

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Quinn

  The kitchen was no longer still as Luke pressed his lips hard against mine. I could feel myself melting into a puddle at his feet, and I leaned forward into his kiss, letting out a small moan against his lips. The sound of my voice intensified his lust, and he pulled me into his rock-hard body, pushing his hips forward to show me just how much he wanted me. The combination of me wanting Luke since the first time I saw him, and the fact that I had wanted to feel wanted for so long, made it almost impossible for me to even move one inch from his arms. I may have been fighting myself internally, but on the outside, I was willing and ready for him to push into me even harder.

  His kiss wasn’t just igniting my passion; it was doing way more than that. As his mouth moved over mine, I could feel all the pain and all the anxiety I had been holding onto just melt away at his touch. I couldn’t believe how easy and how right it felt to have his arms wrapped around me like that. At first, I thought it might be just because I was wanting the fairy tale so much, but after several seconds, I knew it was more than that. I didn’t want this from just anyone: I wanted it from Luke, and I could lie to myself about that fact all I wanted, but that wouldn’t change the fact that it was the truth. I could fight it, I could pull away and tell him that it was too much, especially since I was going to have to leave at some point, but that would only intensify the feelings. To be honest, at that moment, I wanted to be selfish, I wanted to surrender to his grasp on my body and just go with it, and so I did.

  I took a deep breath in through my nose, settling my nerves, and creating a stronger feeling of lust from the scent of his cologne. My mind was racing a hundred miles per second, and I almost couldn’t get myself to slow down enough to even make a decision. All the while, his hands were sliding over my body, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing up against me. Everything was spinning in circles, and I just needed to make a decision, so I did. At that moment, right there I fully committed to the passion that was flowing between us. I decided that using my brain and playing it safe had gotten me nowhere, and it was time to give into what I knew that my heart—and other parts—were trying to tell me.

  As soon as I had decided that I was in it completely, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him push me back against the counter. His hand ran down my side and to my thigh and I breathed heavily as he pulled my leg up around his waist. I could feel his hard erection rubbing up and down against my hot, wet mound, barely covered by the thin layer of my cotton shorts. I knew right then and there that this wasn’t going to end in just a kiss, that he and I were on our way to some very passionate sex, and I was perfectly okay with that. My conscience was screaming at me to stop, trying to tell me I shouldn’t be doing this, but his hands on my body felt so right, and I pushed my angel to the back and let the devil on my shoulder take hold.

  I ran my hands through his hair and down his neck, feeling the goosebumps rise up on his skin. It was more than exciting to know that everything I did made him want me more and more. I pushed my mouth against his and nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling it inside of my mouth and sucking on it. When I released it, his mouth turned up into a coy smile, making me want him even more. My pussy was vibrating between my legs, and the feeling of his dick rubbing against me made me wild with anticipation. I needed to feel him inside of me, to fill me up completely and bring this pleasure simmering in my stomach to a head. The downright and dirty of it all was simply that I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted a man before, and I had no preconceived notions about what we were doing.

  I had put so much thought into whether I should or not, I kept ignoring myself when I was screaming in my own head that I wanted to. Now, with him grinding against me and his tongue flicking at the back of my throat, I had completely given in, tired of the games, and ready for the main event. I wanted this fantasy family to continue, and I couldn’t think of a better way to do it than to let him completely ravage me. If I had thought that this feeling would go away, I would have stopped what we were doing, but I knew if we stopped again, it would just get worse and worse until we no longer had any control over our urges at all.

  Slowly he ran his fingers down my inner thigh and scooted two of them underneath the cloth of my shorts. I gasped as I felt the warmth of his fingers running over my folds and pulling them apart, my juices soaking his fingers as he pulled them up and started rubbing my clit. I reached back and grasped the counter top, my mouth still firmly planted against his. I could barely contain myself, feeling him touching my body and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I exploded in ecstasy.

  “I want you,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Take me then,” I groaned.

  He growled loudly as he reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me up in the air and wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned and made his way out of the kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he sat me down on the floor and reached for my tank top, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. He reached around my back and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill out into his hands. I stepped forward and undid his belt, pulling the zipper down, and allowing his pants to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and flung them to the side before pulling his t-shirt over his head. His hard muscles glimmered in the moonlight, spilling through the windows. I ran my fingers down his chest, over his hard-abdominal muscles, stopping at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  I could feel him squirming beneath my hands as I hooked my fingers in his boxers and pulled them slowly down, waiting for him to step out of them, tossing them to the side. As I began to stand up, I came face to face with his massive cock, still bouncing up and down after being released from its restraints. I glanced up at him and bit my bottom lip, slowly lowering myself onto my knees. I could see the excitement flash through his eyes as I reached up and grabbed the base of his cock, pulling it to my lips. I flicked my tongue at the head of his bulging erection before sheathing my teeth and lowering my face down, taking his dick deep into my throat. Slowly I retracted, sucking hard at the back of my mouth, listening to him groan loudly.

  He pulled his hands down from his hips and ran one of them through my hair. I could feel him rolling his fingers through my mane, grabbing on tightly before pushing my head gently back down. Feeling the control in his hands was extremely erotic, and it made me more inclined to keep going. Up and down my head bobbed, stopping momentarily at the base of his cock before coming back up and sucking in a deep breath of air. I glanced up to him with watery eyes, watching his face writhe in ecstasy. I reached my other hand up and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my hand as I used my mouth to ignite even more desire in Luke’s eyes, now dark with lust. I was usually a shy person, but he had gotten me all riled up, and I wasn’t going to waste a second of this time with shyness and apprehension. I pushed my head all the way down his shaft, feeling his cock bulging in my throat, and held it there, still massaging his nuts.

  He tugged hard on my head, and I released, pulling my head back and smiling as I wiped my chin. He groaned and shook his head, reaching down and pulling me to my feet. He stepped forward and pushed me down on the bed, watching me as I removed my shorts and slid back onto the pillows. He stood there for several moments, running his hand up and down his sopping wet cock.

  “Come here and fuck me,” I whispered, watching him chuckle, then move toward me.

  He reached over to the table beside the bed and pulled a condom out of the drawer, making me thankful that he had some kind of control during all of this. He opened the package and slid the rubber over the head of his cock and down the long shaft, grabbing his dick by the base and moving toward me. I opened up my legs and gasped again as he slid the head of his cock through my juices, before landing and slowly pushing in deep. He thrust a couple times and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground my body in motion with his, forcing a moan from h
is throat.

  I could feel the heat in my stomach reaching its limit, and I screamed out passionately. He gripped onto the edge of the bed and thrust his cock into me, over and over again, looking deeply into my eyes. As he pressed his abdomen against my clit, I erupted, arching my back and throwing my head. For a moment, no sound came from my mouth, and my body froze, feeling the pleasure running through every vein in my body. I could feel him gripping harder at the mattress, and as soon as my body began to respond to my brain again, I opened my eyes and looked deep into his.

  Luke grabbed my waist and sat up slightly, pushing hard and deep inside of me. Our skin slapped together, echoing through the room and out into the hallway. I screamed out as he slapped himself against my already raw and sensitive clit. He grit his teeth and pushed in deep, holding it there before beginning to make pulsing strokes, short and fast. Suddenly he closed his eyes and held his breath, his muscles tightening and his body convulsing in jerky movements. He came hard and long, his hips still moving even after the air had dispelled from his body. As his seed spilled out in ecstasy, he began to lower himself onto my body, pressing his lips against mine and letting out a deep growl.

  He rested there for several minutes, his head against my heaving chest. I carefully ran my fingers through his hair and listened as his body relaxed even further. Slowly he got up and excused himself, going to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he jumped back into the bed, kissing my cheek and pulling me into him closely. I wasn’t sure if I had made the right choice, but at that moment, I couldn’t deny that his arms wrapped around me were exactly what I needed.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Luke

  The sun protruding through the windows hit me straight in the face, breaking my deep sleep. I kept my eyes tightly shut, not wanting to be awake yet. I rolled over on my back and reached my arms high above my head, stretching my entire body. As I brought them back down, I opened my eyes and looked to the right, realizing quickly that I wasn’t in the bed alone. All of a sudden everything came flooding back to me from the night before. I stared at Quinn for several moments before carefully pulling myself from the bed and putting on my boxers. I walked slowly toward the bathroom, kicking my ass for what I had done without thought the night before.

  I had promised myself I would keep this professional and without any extra complications, but it seemed my willpower wasn’t what it used to be, at least not when it came to Quinn and her absolutely amazing body. I had fucked up big time, and I wanted to yell at myself for being so reckless, especially when it came to someone as wonderful as Quinn. The last thing she needed was someone like me getting her hopes up and then crushing them as soon as everything had found its place. I was in this for Jake, not to get my dick wet. As soon as I thought that, I corrected myself, remembering that I thought more of Quinn than just some girl I could get laid by. I wasn’t trying to hurt her. That was the last thing I wanted.

  Out of all of the things on my agenda for last week and this one, hooking up with the sitter was definitely not on it. In reality, though, I didn’t think as Quinn as Jake’s sitter at all; she was there even when I was. Sure, I was compensating her for the time she was missing at a job, but that didn’t mean I had the right to put the moves on her. She was a babysitter, not a hooker, for God’s sake. Even thinking about Quinn as anything other than sweet, sexy, and wonderful made me feel guilty. Still, I couldn’t deny it: last night had been some of the most erotic and sensual sex I had ever had, and I’d had a lot in my lifetime. The way Quinn and I moved together was not like a first time, but more like two people who knew each other very well. She wanted to please me, and I wanted to please her. However, by the time I pulled her face away from my dick, I just wanted to feel myself inside of her.

  I looked in the mirror and shook my head, trying to decipher the mixed message floating around in there. I sighed and turned around, starting the shower and waiting a few minutes for it to actually heat up. I jumped inside and let the hot water run down my body, washing away the remnants of the night before. Maybe I was going about this thing the wrong way entirely. Maybe I wasn’t using the brain that I knew I had. In a way, this was just like football, going from play to play and changing up the way I handled myself, depending on the other team. In other words, maybe I needed to take a chance on this and use it to make our current situation even better.

  Maybe a sexual relationship with Quinn was a good idea, and no, I wasn’t just thinking that because I found her absolutely irresistible. My logical side ran through all the reasons this would be a good idea, but then it also went over all the reasons it would not. In reality, I think I wanted it to be a good idea more than anything else, so I was talking myself into it. She was amazing; why wouldn’t I want it to be a good idea? Let’s just say that we continued this sexual relationship; I really thought it would help with the family atmosphere we were trying to achieve. We would actually be sharing a room, which removed the whole problem of keeping the bed hidden in the den and would put me in a much more comfortable place. On top of that, it would initiate a certain level of intimacy that could only help us when the court official came snooping around, especially with Sarah’s stream of bullshit floating in the back of their minds. That intimacy could really make or break the whole thing.

  I was coming up with all these reasons that it would be a good idea to continue this type of relationship, completely leaving out the really honest one—I simply didn’t want it to stop. I was a man who had found a woman that I was both physically and intellectually attracted to, so saying it was wrong of me to do this would make any sexual encounter wrong, based on those ground rules. Quinn and I just so happened to have a very unorthodox situation going on together right now, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t lust after her. Even as I stood there washing myself, I was hoping to be back inside of her as soon as I possibly could. What could I say? I was incredibly attracted to this woman in every way, and the sex had absolutely blown my mind. How could I not think about fucking her again?

  Sure, usually when I had sex with someone I was lusting over, it was out of my system, and I could just move on. With Quinn, though, it was almost like my body hadn’t realized I satisfied that itch, and it wanted her twice as bad as before. I sighed and turned off the water, realizing that I needed to put this out of my mind for the time being and get myself dressed for work. I climbed out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around my waist. When I opened the door back into the bedroom, I realized that Quinn was no longer in the bed. I shrugged and walked over to the closet, pulling out the clothes I needed to wear that day. I walked back to the bathroom, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and put on deodorant before going to look for Quinn. The smell of her perfume was still lingering in my bedroom, making me want to crawl back to bed and forget the world.

  Instead, I pulled a Kansas hoodie on over my collared shirt and walked out of the bedroom, making my way to the main area of the house. As I rounded the corner I saw Quinn, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back, flipping an omelet over in the pan. After all of that, she still got up to make sure I had breakfast, something I didn’t expect her to do whatsoever. I smiled to myself as I watched her cook, knowing deep inside it seemed so natural to have her here with me, doing those kinds of things.

  Quinn turned around and put the omelet on the plate, sliding it toward my seat at the breakfast bar. She poured me a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice, then stood in front of me, taking small bites of some eggs she had made for herself. She was calm, but would barely look at me, and I knew that meant that I had to say something. If I was going to bring up the idea of continuing this, I needed to do it before I talked myself out of it.

  “What happened last night was definitely unexpected,” I said, looking up at her.

  “You’re telling me,” she said, chuckling.

  “That being said, I don’t regret it at all,” I replied.

  She lifted her eyebrows and turned toward me, putt
ing her plate down. She seemed surprised by what I was saying, and I could tell it piqued her interest a bit. I took another bite of my omelet and sipped my coffee before continuing. I was nervous as hell to say what I was about to say, but I couldn’t leave for work without telling her how I was feeling.

  “Look, I know that this relationship is a sham and all,” I said. “I’m the one who put the whole thing together. But I was thinking, if you agree, there is no real reason that we can’t enjoy each other during this whole process. Not only will it be a plus for us, but it will be an added amount of intimacy that I know will project in the way we interact around the court official.”

  She stood there blinking at me for several seconds, her face showing zero expression. She smiled slightly to herself and lifted her eyebrows before grabbing her plate and turning to place it in the sink. Immediately, I started to regret saying that in the manner I did, seeing how it could easily have hurt her feelings. I finished up my omelet in silence before standing up and walking over to the sink to rinse off my plate and put it into the dishwasher. Just as I went to open it, though, she grabbed my hand.

  “Put it in the sink, these are clean dishes,” she pointed out, with a harsher tone than normal.

  I nodded my head and walked around the counter, grabbing my bag and throwing my stuff into it as usual. When I was done, I started to walk toward the door when I felt her hand on my arm. I turned around to her expecting her to have something to say about what I’d just thrown out there so clumsily. Instead, she handed me my to-go mug of coffee and quickly turned away before I could give her a kiss. Muscle-memory could no longer be my excuse since I knew the reason for kissing her was because I wanted to, not because I was used to doing it. I sighed and watched her walk over to the counter and open up the dishwasher. It was obvious that she had little want for me to be sweet to her at that moment.