Pretend I'm Yours_A Single Dad Romance

by Vivian Wood

  She felt, rather than saw, Rhys returning to the table and like magic he appeared right at her side at the exact moment Bryan finished his sentence. She turned toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she leaned in to kiss him deeply.

  If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead, he put on one hell of a show, pulling her against him so tight that she didn’t think you could fit a sheet of paper between them and leaving her completely and utterly breathless, all thoughts she had been having jumbled, and then evaporated.

  He broke the kiss gently, but didn’t let go of her. She turned toward Bryan in the circle of Rhys’ arms. “Uh no, actually, not waiting tables. This is my new boyfriend, Rhys. Rhys, meet Bryan and Andrea,” she said sweetly.

  Bryan’s face fell as he realized who Rhys was, and he paled when Rhys extended his hand to him. “Nice to meet you. Any friend of my princess is a friend of mine,” he said easily.

  Without a word, Bryan turned on his heel and stalked off in a huff, dragging a reluctant Andrea behind him.

  Rhys still didn’t let her go as they watched Bryan and Andrea’s backs disappear into the crowd. “You know,” he whispered to her, still in the circle of his arms, “I wasn’t really ready to be done with that kiss and what it was doing to me. Want to go somewhere?”

  She turned to face him again. “Absolutely, lead the way.” She was pretty sure she would follow this man into hell, as long as he kept touching her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rhys led her to a private area of the club on the second level that she hadn’t realized was there, completely deserted but for them.

  He pulled her into a cushioned booth and picked up where he left off, setting her body on fire with his kisses, sliding his tongue against hers and pulling her into his lap, heat pooling between her legs. As if with a life of their own, her hips ground against him and she could feel his hard length pushing against her.

  He slid one hand along her thigh, stroking slowly, building up an impossible pressure between her legs. His other hand pulled the dress down and immediately started rubbing her left nipple.

  The hand on her thigh slid over the seam of her sex, the fact that it was over her panties did nothing to curb the stars she was already seeing, or the moans that escaped from her lips.

  He was breathing heavily too, and seemed to be as wrapped up in this as she was. He pushed her panties aside and started making slow circles around her clit.

  Forget what she said earlier about following him into hell, this was definitely heaven. She moaned louder into his mouth and arched her back, breaking their kiss but exposing her breasts to him. He sucked in a breath as he took a moment to stare at them, pupils dilated and mouth slightly open, before he put those delicious lips to her aching nipples.

  He alternated his hand and mouth between them, as his other hand slowly slid a finger inside her, still circling her clit with his thumb.

  He may have been a musician, but the man certainly knew his way around the female body. All those jokes and comments she had read about how great he was with his hands given how he handled his guitar momentarily popped into her head. She tried not to think of how he had come to learn all of this and focused only on the effect he was having on her.

  She had never had an orgasm induced by anything other than her own hand. Bryan had certainly never made the effort, but the feelings Rhys was stirring up were unlike anything she could ever have imagined. The pressure building in her was almost painful, but she was climbing toward a peak unlike anything before it.

  Rhys kept stroking and circling and sucking and before she knew it, her body shattered into a million different pieces as she found her release.

  He stilled for only a second, letting her savor the feeling before he claimed her mouth with his again, and flipped her over onto her back in the booth with a low sound at the back of his throat.

  He reached for his belt buckle, pupils still dilated, eyes wide with lust and looking at her as though he wanted to devour her.

  The next thing she knew, his cock was positioned at the entrance to her sex again, but she didn’t want to stop him this time. She wanted this.

  “Are you on birth control?” His voice was low and thick with desire.

  “I started taking the pill a while ago, so it should be fine by now. Just be gentle, okay Rhys? Please? I’ve never done this before.”

  He stopped cold. “Are you serious? You’re a virgin?”

  “Uhm... yeah, I am… but I really want to do this with you, so just be gentle, okay?”

  “Shit,” he made a low, frustrated sound. “We’re not doing this here like this. You deserve better for your first time than a booth in some club after we’ve both been drinking, princess.”

  He pulled his pants back on and helped her adjust her dress. He kissed her deeply again, more gently now.

  “I really want to do this with you, Rhys,” she whispered, looking straight into his green eyes, their faces not an inch apart. “I get that you don’t want to do it now, here, but promise me you will you still be my first? Please?”

  “Princess, I want to. Fucking trust me on that. But you deserve more, better. And I’d better be your first. No one else, you’re mine, okay? You hear me? Nothing would make me happier than to be your first. But right now, we’re going back to the party.” He pierced her with his gaze, holding her face in his hand and kissing her gently again before taking her hand and leading her back into the club.

  Chapter Eighteen

  She woke up in Rhys’ bed the next morning. Not her bed in his house in her own room. In his room, in his bed, his tattooed, muscled arm draped around her. She had never been in his room before, but she could see now it looked a lot like hers. It was bigger, with more floor to ceiling windows and pictures of him and the guys on the walls. Clothes were strewn everywhere and there was a collection of guitars over by the window.

  Off to one side, was a massive en suite and on the other, a huge walk-in closet that was sure to contain his droolworthy designer clothes.

  She managed to reposition herself gently, so as not to wake him. He was breathing deeply and seemed younger in his sleep, his carefully guarded face open and a small almost smile on his face.

  She took her time looking at him, now without the worry of getting caught ogling a man that had been off limits to her. She was wearing a tank top and shorts and she had a vague memory of him helping her out of her dress and giving her a few moments alone to change before he had pulled her into his room and onto his bed with him.

  It had been really early this morning when they had finally arrived home and as plied as she had been with wine and lust, it surprised her that she could remember arriving home and everything that had followed.

  He had stripped down to his briefs and hadn’t bothered to put anything else on. He smirked as she gasped at seeing his perfect body so close to naked for the first time and had crawled over her, hard muscled body pressing into her in the most delicious way before kissing her nearly senseless again. Then, he had let out a deep breath and had repositioned himself behind her, pulling her against him with her ass pressing into his erection. Big spoon to her little spoon as she squirmed against him. He had whispered simply, “Tomorrow, princess. I promise. Now, go to sleep before I can’t take it anymore and do all the things to you I’ve been dreaming about.”

  She remembered drifting off to sleep in his strong arms with the fleeting disbelief that he had said he’d been dreaming about doing things to her.

  Now, in the soft morning light pouring into his bedroom, he was still wearing only his briefs, his hard, stunning body on full display to her. Her gaze swept from his sleeping, beautiful face to his tattooed muscular chest and arms, over his defined stomach down to that perfect V between his hipbones and down to… oh my, seemed what they said about morning wood was true.

  She let out a small gasp at this realization and felt herself blushing. Luckily, Rhys was asleep, or so she thought. She looked up to his face quickly,
only to feel herself blushing ten times harder when she found herself looking into those mesmerizing eyes, sleepy but wide open now, and a smirk on his lips.

  “Like what you see, princess?” His voice was still groggy but oh so beautiful.

  “Uh, yeah. I do… Very much. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be staring while you’re asleep.”

  He reached a hand up to her face, brushing her hair from her eyes and tucking it gently behind her ear, fixating her with his piercing eyes.

  “It’s okay. I like you looking at me. Like seeing you looking at me more.”

  “Even then, it’s rude to stare at a sleeping person.” She averted her gaze and focused on her knee instead.

  “Princess, you can stare at me all you want. As long as it’s me you’re staring at like that, I’m happy. Fucking ecstatic, actually.” He cupped her chin so that their eyes met and he held her gaze, still not moving to hide any part of himself.

  “It’s okay to be curious. Hell, I’m fucking honored to be the one who gets to indulge your curiosity.” The way he was looking at her, practically naked, eyes hooded and dark with desire, relaxed about his exposed body had to be the single most erotic thing she'd ever seen.

  Her breath hitched at his words, but she wasn't feeling shame anymore at being caught. It was amazing how comfortable he made her feel, how at home, how wanted.

  He was still looking at her tenderly, waiting for her reply. She had no words as she started tracing the lines of the tattoo on his chest, then the ones on his arm and all the way to his hand. Next, she traced the muscled lines of his stomach down to his hips. His breath hitched and she swore she saw his cock twitch! Could they really do that? She'd read about it, of course, but she hadn't thought it was actually possible. But there, as she traced her hand down his stomach and toward the elastic of his briefs, it did it again!

  She gasped, and he let out a low moan.

  “I’m really trying to let you do your thing here, princess. But you’re really fucking killing me.”

  She was killing him? That seemed impossible, but yet, the evidence was right in front of her. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine and she could feel herself growing damp at his words.

  “Fuck,” he breathed as she ran her hands over the outline of his hard cock over his briefs. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside of you.”

  He flipped her onto her back and pressed his body to hers, kissing her deeply and tracing the neckline of her tank top as he ran his other hand up and down her thigh.

  She moaned as he reached the edge of her shorts and grasped at the fabric before rolling only her shorts over her ass, down her legs and then kicked them off the bed without breaking the kiss.

  “Serena,” he said softly. “Look into my eyes for a sec.” She opened her eyes and he drank her in, running one hand up and down her side, leaving goosebumps in his trail.

  “I’m trying to go slow here, princess. But you’re going to have to talk to me, okay. If I do anything you’re not comfortable with or worse, if anything hurts, you have to tell me. Okay? Promise me you’ll tell me?”

  She looked into his eyes, so wide and honest, and she nodded slowly.

  “I need to hear you say it, Serena.”

  “I’ll be honest, I promise Rhys. I’ll tell you,” she breathed softly.

  “Okay then, princess. Just remember, okay?” He was kissing down her neck, planting soft kisses and nips between his words.

  “Has anyone ever gone down on you?”

  He looked up at her expectantly, one hand tracing her nipple through her shirt. She shook her head, unable to form words from the sensations he was eliciting in her body.

  “Crying fucking shame. I bet you taste fucking divine.” A shiver ran through her body as he said the words. How did he say it so easily? So shamelessly?

  “You were okay with what happened last night, though?”

  He was still teasing her nipples, planting soft kisses on the exposed skin on her stomach.

  She barely managed a nod. Her skin was on fire everywhere he touched her, aching for more. Each stroke on her nipples caused her sex to clench and she was pretty sure that by now, her panties were drenched. She would be embarrassed, if she could bring herself to think that far, but all her thoughts were completely wrapped in what he was making her feel.

  His hands slid her panties down and her tank top disappeared over her head. She was now completely naked in front of the most gorgeous man on the planet. Eeek! If this were anyone else, she would be trying to cover up, but the way he was looking at her, his eyes dark with lust, made her feel sexy, desirable and beautiful and all thoughts of covering up flew from her head.

  He drank her in with his eyes, growling softly as his fingers stroked her dripping slit.

  “God, Serena. You’re so fucking wet.” He brought his glistening fingers to his lips and licked her juices off the tips of his fingers. He closed his eyes and let out a low moan as he tasted her on his hands. “Fucking delicious, princess. So sweet. I want to eat you out, is that okay?”

  She knew he was waiting for an answer, but she couldn't seem to find the words he was waiting for. All she could focus on were his fingers that were now playing with her clit, teasing her seam.

  He kissed her deeply, hungrily and she could feel his rock hard cock digging into her. She moaned loudly, still unable to form any words.

  “Fuck, Serena. I’ve never cum from just sounds before, but if you keep that up, that might change. Breathe, princess… I’m not doing anything until I know you’re okay with it, so you’re going to have to give me an answer here.” His voice was husky, low.

  She followed his advice, taking a deep breath to clear her ridiculously, pathetically aroused mind enough to whimper, “Yes, please Rhys! Please!” she begged.

  She barely registered that she hadn't showered yet before his mouth was licking slowly but hungrily along her seam. Up and down, sucking in her lips, darting his tongue into her before starting all over again. He let out a low moan again. “So fucking sweet, Serena.” He moaned before taking her sensitive clit in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking against her bud.

  His tongue had reduced her to a shivering, moaning maniac. She tried to buck her hips against him, unable to contain herself any longer, but his strong hands on her hips kept her in place. He licked and sucked until she saw nothing but stars and fireworks, feeling like she was about to fly away if it wasn't for him anchoring her. Far too soon, the pressure that had been building up inside her released into a ball of light, her mind shattering in every different direction possible as she screamed his name, digging her fingers into his shoulders and tugging at his hair.

  He kept licking, until he had gotten every last drop before he crawled up over her body. His briefs were off now. She could feel the tip of his cock against her entrance, positioned perfectly to slide into her. He didn't though, he kissed her hard and she could taste herself on his lips. Somehow, it just aroused her even more. She moaned into his mouth and heard a low sound at the back of his throat.

  “You said you’re on birth control. I’m clean. I get tested every month, you want to see the results? Got them on my phone, haven’t been with anyone since my last test.” He looked at her, eyes wide with lust, pupils dilated. Yet, his eyes were shining with honesty and she could see his offer was serious and that he wouldn’t be offended if she asked to see his test.

  “No, I believe you, Rhys. I want you inside of me. Now! Please, Rhys.”

  He let out a low growl, but didn't say any more and she could feel his hard cock gently pushing harder at her entrance. He slid in slowly, watching her every facial expression, seemingly gauging her every move.

  “Fuck, so tight,” he breathed as he edged in, still very slowly. She could feel a tug as his head slipped in and a burst of pain as he pushed against and then broke her hymen. It wasn't as painful as she had expected though and while it was sore, the delicious fullness and pleasure at having him inside her outweighed the discomf
ort. She clung to him and ran her hands through his hair and down his back.

  When he was all the way in, he stopped, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside her. His muscles were taut, eyes blazing with need, but he didn't act on it. He was huge, but she needed to feel him move already.

  “Okay there, princess?”

  “I’m fine, Rhys. I need to feel you move!” she managed, her voice breathy.

  At that, it was as if his resolve broke, and he started moving. Slowly at first, but it was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt. Pleasure filled her body, taking over every inch of her. The entire world had disappeared and all that existed was the feeling of him in her, his body on hers breathing deeply and softly growling and moaning into her ears, kissing her and whispering to her.

  He rocked into her with perfect rhythm, with just the right amount of pressure and she could feel the pressure building again. Almost painfully at this point, but she knew he wasn't going to stop. She knew he could, and willed him to release the knot he was building in her. His breathing was ragged now and she could feel his muscles start to shake as he thrust into her more forcefully, but still taking care not to hurt her. He was nearly there, and she was right there with him.

  A final thrust and her world was shattering into a million pieces again as the knot that had been building inside her released, and all those things she'd ever heard and read about mind-blowing orgasms came true for her.

  He nipped at her bottom lip as his eyes rolled back, muscled shoulders flexing and thighs quivering as he filled her. She felt his orgasm pour into her, cock twitching deep inside of her. And it was the most exquisite thing that she'd ever felt.

  He pressed his lips against hers and pulled her into a long, deep kiss. He was still on top of her and in her, but he fixed her with concerned eyes. “You okay, Serena? I’m sorry if lost control at the end there, I-” she silenced him with another kiss.