My Playboy Fiance

by Katerina Cole

  She nodded.

  “That’s the agreement. The rules stay the same.”

  “Ok,” she whispered.

  “Good. I have a plan for tonight—I think it might get a little loud.” I winked at her.

  “And are you going to fill me in on that?”

  I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, pressing it into her mouth. She sucked against it and I felt my cock harden.

  “Baby, you’re going to love what I have planned for you.”

  I saw her chest rise. “Tell me.”

  “What fun would that be?” I smirked. “Now go to my closet and take off your clothes.”

  “Your closet?”

  “Thought it might be a little more sound proof.”

  “Ohh.” She slowly stood from the couch, but I saw the way her lips twitched.

  It took everything in me not to pull her back into my arms, but I had a surprise for her. Something I couldn’t wait to try with her. Something that made my cock ache.

  I gave her a few minutes before I walked into the bedroom. I locked the door behind me. I couldn’t take any chances in case the kid did wake up.

  I pulled the T-shirt over my head and shirked the jeans from my legs before stepping into the closet. I could hear Mia’s quiet breath filling the space.

  My lips touched the side of her face, just below her left eye. I rested there for a second before lifting and repeating the gesture to the right side.

  She sighed and I tilted her chin upward, crashing my lips down on hers. Her arms flew around my shoulders and I lowered her to the floor. Her body was soft and silky under mine as my hands explored every inch of her skin with hungry possession.

  “I like this surprise.” She breathed.

  “Oh, I haven’t even shown you what it is yet.”

  I sat back on my heels and reached around to the side wall where I had stashed the shopping bag from earlier today. When she and Cameron had been busy looking at socks and belts, I had taken a few minutes to duck into one of the novelty stores. The plastic rustled while I freed my purchase from the container.

  “What’s in there?” she whispered.

  I held the device in my hand and flipped the switch, turning it on. A low vibrating noise echoed between us as the vibrator lit with a subtle pink light. It glowed just enough to light the closet.

  Mia gasped.

  “Like it?” I asked, crawling toward her.

  “I’ve never. I d-don’t know.”

  “Want to try it?”

  I was hard thinking about it. If I could make her come over and over without one of these, I didn’t know what reaction I could get with one.

  She nodded shyly. “I’m a little nervous.”

  I touched the inside of her thigh with it and she jumped. “You’re going to have to relax more than that,” I instructed. “Turn around.”

  She positioned herself so that she was facing away from me. I reached in front of her dragging the vibrator against her leg. She was tense. I had to change that.

  “Relax, baby.” I spread her knees wide and touched the tip to her clit.

  “Oh, God.” She bounced forward.

  My arm circled her waist, holding her to my chest while I circled the vibrator around and around. Her hips jutted back and forth, coating it with her slick honey.

  “Do you like it?” I dared to push it against her entrance.

  “God, yes,” she moaned.

  “Do you want me to fuck you with this?” I groaned in her ear.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  I pushed it inside her as her hips ground into my hand. Her wrists circled my neck as she rode it fearlessly. Fuck. She was incredible.

  “Come on it,” I commanded. “Come for me. And then I’m going to fuck you myself.”

  “Hawk,” she moaned. “It’s so strong. I c-can’t.” And then she groaned as her body was wracked with the intensity of the orgasm.

  My thumb circled and flicked her clit before I threw the vibrator across the closet, lifted her up, and slammed her down on my swollen dick.

  “Ahh,” I grunted, feeling her clench and squeeze me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  But she was wild. Relentless. I had unleashed something in her. She bounced and rode me harder than she ever had. I twisted her nipples as she screamed out in pleasure.

  My hands reached between her legs, spreading her wider as I sliced into her heated heaven.

  “Shit,” she hissed. “Fuck me harder. Please.”

  I lifted her in the air and placed her on her back. I slung her feet over my shoulders as I pumped into her one powerful thrust after another.

  “Never stop,” she whispered.

  I was going to fucking come faster than I wanted to. But she was fucking beautiful and sexy. Her body did something to me I didn’t know was possible. It took me into a spiral haze.

  I couldn’t go deep enough. Couldn’t bury myself in her sweet swollen pussy far enough.

  I growled with pain and pleasure. “Fuck, Mia. Fuck.” My belly clenched in a spasm as the orgasm shot through me like a bullet.

  I filled her with my release, hilting my cock in her. I kissed and licked at her legs, while I emptied everything I had. She quivered under me, her orgasm unlatching seconds after mine. I watched in fascination as her hands massaged her nipples and she glowed from the pink light behind her as she reveled in her ecstasy.

  33

  Mia

  Hawk collapsed next to me on the closet floor. The vibrator hummed somewhere behind me, but I liked the low glow it cast. It somehow made the space feel intimate and sensual. But wasn’t that how everything was between us now? I rolled toward him, resting my hand on his bare chest.

  “I liked that.” I smiled, kissing the hard plane of his bicep.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “What was that?”

  I felt satisfied. I felt goddess-like. I felt like a girl in love.

  “Amazing,” I answered.

  “You like your present?”

  “Can we use it again tomorrow?” I giggled.

  “It was that good?” he asked.

  I moved to climb on top of his sculpted body. My nipples draped over his skin and I scooted backward, letting his cock rest between my folds. We both sighed with the new position.

  “I think you’ve opened my eyes to a world I didn’t know I would like,” I purred, my body alive with sensation.

  “You’re not exactly shy,” he remarked.

  “Not with you.”

  I’d never been this daring. This free. This experimental. First I had let him tie me up with a scarf and now I’d let him fuck me with a vibrator. What else would I try? What else would he show me that I would like?

  He squeezed my ass, gripping it with his palm. “Don’t be. Never be shy with me, baby. I love fucking you. I love your fucking body. And I’ll do whatever it takes to show you.”

  I didn’t know if he could see my smile in the pink light of the closest, but it was there.

  “Should we go check on Cameron?” I suggested.

  Hawk’s chest rumbled with laughter. “You think this is what parents do? Fuck in hidden closets and then tuck in their kids?”

  I giggled. I’d never thought about it. I didn’t know what they did. How did my friends with kids balance marriage and children along with their careers? I thought about the tired faces I saw every morning in the teacher’s lounge. Moms who were up all night with a feverish baby. Moms who spent extra hours on homework. Moms who tried to squeeze in a girls’ night and stayed out too late because they were desperate for something of their own.

  But I’d never thought about those tired faces from this. From mind-blowing, can’t-get-enough-of-it sex. Because those women put time and energy into their relationships. Because they stayed up all night having one epic orgasm after another.

  “I guess so. I hope so.” I planted a kiss on his firm lips. I wanted that to be true. I wanted this to be our new reality.

  “Shh.” He silenced me, turni
ng off the vibrator with a quick flick.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s quiet out there. Completely quiet.”

  “So?”

  “So, I don’t think we need to leave the closet for a long long time.”

  I wiggled back on the length of his cock. It was hard again. Wide and pulsing. The wetness dripped between us. The aftermath of our storm of passion.

  “Oh?” I answered innocently.

  The hum started up again and I felt the tingles shiver through me from what I knew was coming next. My body was on fire.

  “You’re not going to be shy are you?” he asked.

  I shook my head slowly. With Hawk I was anything but shy. I was the woman I’d always wanted to be.

  “Hey, Daddy,” I greeted my father, standing and kissing him on the cheek.

  We both had Saturdays off. Hawk had taken Cameron with him to the stadium. I decided to call my dad and see if he wanted to meet for lunch.

  “Hey there, beautiful. You sure look happy today.”

  I couldn’t help but flashback to last night and the erotic session in Hawk’s arms. I wondered if that had anything to do with how beautiful I looked today.

  “Do I? Thanks,” I said, taking a seat and signaling to the waiter that we were ready to place our drink orders.

  Once our waiter had the order we had a chance to talk.

  “So, how are things going in the Hawkins household?” he asked.

  “Pretty good. I have to say I am surprised by how attentive Crawford is to Cameron. They seem to be a good match.”

  “That’s great news. I was really hoping so. Crawford is a good guy, he’s just had a rough past and can’t seem to let go of some that anger. I’m hoping you can help him with that.”

  “Me?” I squeaked, choking on my water.

  “You know what I mean. You’re great with these kind of kids.”

  “Crawford is not a kid, dad. I wouldn’t even consider putting him in that category.”

  “I know that, but I think if someone had taken time with him when he was a child then he might not have the anger inside him he does now.” My father leaned back in the booth.

  “I don’t think he’s that angry. I think he’s misunderstood.” He wasn’t the same man I had met that night at the bar.

  The guy who had slugged the slimy biker was still buried under there somewhere, but that wasn’t the man I had spent my days and nights with lately. The man I gave myself to was someone who cared about a lost child. A man who opened his home and his heart to a kid who needed help. A man who brought me out of my shell. I smiled.

  “How serious is it between you two?” he asked.

  “Daddy!” I took another gulp of water.

  “Well, he has Cameron. You love Cameron. And I can see it between you two. It’s there.”

  I blushed. If my legally brilliant, but socially awkward father could see what Hawk and I shared I wondered how obvious it was to everyone else.

  “I do love Cameron. And we’re taking things day by day.”

  “I don’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart.”

  I closed my eyes. “I know, Daddy. I know. I’ll do my best not to let that happen.”

  It was my biggest fear too, but I didn’t know how to do this any other way, but to be all in. How did I give Hawk half of myself? How did I pull back at this point? He invited me into his bed. And for a man who had never dated the same woman twice that was huge.

  “I’m talking about both of them.” He eyed me.

  I nodded. It was the biggest gamble of my life. Everything I had with Cameron was now tied up with Hawk.

  “You know what? It sounds scary. And it seems like everything is moving really quickly, but it doesn’t feel like it’s wrong. It’s like we were supposed to be a family all along.”

  “And you think Crawford thinks that too? Has he asked you to marry him?”

  “What?”

  “Marriage. That thing people do. Your mother and I did it quite well.” I saw the sad smile run across his face.

  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “We haven’t even talked about it.”

  “Do you need me to talk to him?”

  “What? Oh God, no. Absolutely not.” I was mortified. “I’m not going to have my father strong arm my boyfriend into a proposal.”

  He chuckled lightly. “Thought we could have a conversation man-to-man. Ask him what his intentions are.”

  “His intentions right now are to win the Super Bowl.” I stared at my dad. “He has a lot going on. Can you not meddle, please?”

  “Ouch.”

  “You know what I mean. Let us work this out. I’m happy. We’re happy. You don’t have to worry so much.”

  “I’m your father. I’m always going to worry.”

  I smiled. “I get that.”

  “So about the game tomorrow?”

  I straightened my shoulders. “Right. Meet me at the front gate and then we can go into the family box together.”

  “Never thought I’d be sitting in the Sharks’ family box.”

  I looked at my father. “That makes two of us.

  34

  Crawford

  I had a game day ritual. I liked controlling what I could about the day when I knew the rest relied on me to put out the fires around me. The playoffs took on a completely different level of attention. The Sharks counted on me. The fans. The league. It was a hell of a lot to have on my shoulders. So if it took a fucking ritual or a voodoo dance, I was going to do it.

  As I stretched my legs and opened my eyes, I knew that game day ritual was suddenly at risk. I was holding the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was naked.

  I kissed her neck and watched her stir.

  My hands roamed her body freely, waking her up gently. Tugging her nipples. Coasting over her navel. My fingers found their way between her folds, prying her apart so I could massage her clit. She wiggled her ass against my cock as I dipped my fingers inside her.

  Her firm bare ass ground against my growing erection again and again.

  I couldn’t tease her much longer. I needed to be buried inside of her.

  I angled myself so I could slide between her silken folds. She whimpered when I pulled away.

  Leaning forward, I placed my lips along the back of her shoulder blade as I pressed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her perfectly swollen pussy lips. She shoved against me impatiently taking more of me than I wanted to give her.

  I clenched my teeth. It wasn’t enough.

  I felt her breath starting to come in shorter, faster pulses as she arched against me trying to pull me into her. I moved my hips forward filling her with every inch of my hard cock.

  “Oh shit,” she moaned against the pillow. Her nails dug into my thigh as drew me in, clenching and clasping, harder and faster against her.

  I slammed into her. Fucking her as hard as I could, but it wasn’t good enough. I needed to be deeper. I reared back and flipped her up on her knees, head down against the mattress, arms pressed tight against the headboard and I positioned my cock where I wanted it.

  I looked at this beautiful woman. The roundness of her ass. The curves of her hips. Her hair falling down around her and her glistening slice of heaven, desperate for me. Quivering. Wet. Mine.

  “Oh, baby,” I whispered.

  “Yes.”

  I teased along her clit, up and down and then back to her opening, sliding in just enough to stretch her wider. Enough to make her moan.

  “Do you understand what I’m getting ready to do?” I asked.

  Her head bobbed on the pillow.

  “Say it. Say you understand,” I commanded.

  “I understand. Please fuck me, now.” She begged, her voice hoarse with need.

  I pulled out of her until the tip of my dick was the only thing left inside of her and then grabbing hold of her hips I forced every inch of my dick into her. The only sound in the room was the sound of flesh against flesh as I slammed into her over
and over again.

  My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, building her climax faster and faster until I knew she was on the verge of exploding. I didn’t want her to come yet. I wanted to make her work for it. I wanted to draw out the torturous play until she was so desperate with need that she couldn’t even beg anymore.

  She growled as I pounded into her and it was the most fucking erotic sound I had ever heard in my life.

  I’d always wanted to make her growl.

  Always.

  It took her a second to get the rhythm down and then she was grinding against me as I flexed my hips, pounding into her. I felt my orgasm building just as she cried out.

  I had never witnessed a more beautiful sight than the one before me in this moment. If I had a camera I would capture a million photos and hang them across every surface of my home so that I could see her like this every second of every day. She was easily the most stunning creature ever created.

  “Good girl.” I said, smacking her on her firm ass.

  “Oh fuck me,” she whimpered as she jutted her ass up in the air for more.

  “I’m not going to be easy this time, baby. If I hurt you, tell me to stop.”

  “I like it. The pain I mean, I like the way it feels,” she explained through gasping breaths.

  My cock demanded to be buried. I had never heard anything so fucking erotic before. I positioned myself at her entrance and slid into her in one full thrust, filling her completely. She leaned forward taking all of me and I waited for a second, even though I said I wasn’t going to be easy I didn’t ever want to hurt her.

  “More,” she cried out, twisting against the sheets.

  “You want more, baby?” I asked, my voice low and full of unleashed passion.

  “Yes.”

  “More?” I asked again as her body quivered around my cock.

  “Yes.”

  I’d never felt it before—the connection in sex. The intensity of pleasure that came from giving and taking. The primal rapture of fucking a woman I was desperate to protect and keep safe. A woman who had found her way inside my soul. I wanted to give her everything I had. More than my body. More than money.