His Virgin Bride: A Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance
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“Norman Laird, from church, owns the cottage,” she says. “He saw our car parked outside and saw you going in. Since he rented it to an older fellow, he thought that he should let us know. I better go with your dad now.”
She turns to the door, but then stops and pulls me close to her in a hug.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she whispers.
“Yes, more than anything,” I reply.
She looks at me for a moment, and then nods. I watch her as she leaves and walks to the truck. My dad turns on the engine and backs up without looking at me. After a minute, they’re gone. James closes the door quietly.
“Well, that’s one way to get things out in the open,” he says wryly.
“I don’t think you really helped there, holding onto me like that,” I say. “Do you think dad will come around?”
“Oh sure. He’s more pissed about the fact that he had to find out from some nosy fellow more than anything. I’ll go talk to him tomorrow, and we’ll sort things out, I promise.”
Even though I’m still not sure at how things are, there’s no point in trying to chase after my parents tonight. They’re upset, and they had every right to be. Maybe tomorrow, when tempers have cooled, things will seem better. For now though, our secret is out, and James and I are together at last.
Epilogue
James
Six months later…
I was right about Ava’s father. He was mad at first, but he knew I wasn’t the kind of guy who’d be an asshole to his daughter, who would dump her after a few good times and move on. Once we’d talked things out, he came around to the idea of his best friend being with his daughter. After all, there’s nobody else who would treat Ava as good as I would.
The B and B turned out beautifully, and people began to ask if we could help restore their homes too. It turns out that my idea to start a company with Ava was a good one. She decided to name it Selkirk Homes and Restoration, because it was the B and B that brought us together. Things snowballed from there, and now we have a full plate on our hands, restoring not only homes for people, but other structures for historical societies, commercial buildings and more. Ava practically blossomed under the work she was doing, finally putting her mom’s worries to rest.
I decided to sell my house in D.C. so that Ava and I could stay close to her family. We toured many houses, but Ava and I finally settled on an old farmhouse that was in danger of being torn down after a fire. She is determined to save it though, so that’s what we have been working on every weekend. Norman Laird was kind enough to let us continue to rent the cabin for a few more months until it’s done. It’s a labor of love, but that’s fine by us. As long as we move in before the baby gets here, we’re in no rush. I’m measuring for cabinets in the kitchen when I hear my name.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “Ava, you have to be careful of the paint fumes.”
“It’s been a day already,” she replies as she gingerly steps into the kitchen. “And I didn’t want to wait to see what it looked like.”
Her hand shields her round belly, and she’s got a gorgeous glow that makes her look like a goddess. It’s the middle of summer, and she’s in a maxi dress, but I can see her curves through the thin fabric as she turns around to survey the room. I love that she’s becoming lusher from the pregnancy. Her breasts are practically spilling out of the top of the dress, a sight that makes me hard every time I look at her.
“I’m just not sure about the color,” she murmurs, a finger on her lips. “What do you think? It might be too dark in here with the wood cabinets.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I say distractedly as I pull her to me. I stroke her belly, before lifting a hand to tweak her nipple. Pregnancy has made her breasts so sensitive that even the slightest touch can turn Ava on.
“James! I’m serious. I just want-ohhhhh,” she moans as I roll the pink tip between my fingers.
I grab fistfuls of her dress until I can pull it over her hips, pressing her ass against my cock. My hand rubs against the front of her panties. She’s dripping with cream already, and I lube up my fingers in it before bringing it to her lips for a taste.
“What do you want?” I breathe into her ear.
“You,” she pants as my fingers reach down again, pushing aside the pathetic piece of fabric and slide into her tight pussy. Pregnancy has made everything down here puff up too, and she cries out as I slip two fingers into her cunt. I pull down the straps of her dress, releasing big handfuls of her breast. Because she’s so pregnant, Ava and I have only a certain set of positions we can do. I don’t care though. I love that she’s got all these curves.
Ava gets down on all fours and I make quick work of my belt and jeans. My cock is hard as a rock, and I slide it up between her ass cheeks a few times before I push myself into her. Ava gets down onto her elbows, and the steeper angle allows me to penetrate her further. I have to hold tight onto her hips, to the point of almost bruising her, as I thrust deep into her pussy. Her moans get louder from the rough treatment, as I slam into her, my balls slapping against her clit. I love connecting with Ava like this. I wish it was possible to have my cock in her 24/7 it feels so good and so right.
I thrust faster, and she squeezes her pussy around my cock like a vise. It drives me crazy every time she does it, and this time is no different. I thrust harder, my male need to dominate and claim what’s mine overtaking any rational thought until I hear her scream my name, a torrent of liquid coming out as she comes all around my cock. I pull her tight against me, swearing as I finish inside of her. I can feel my cock twitching as I coat her with heat, my eyes closing as I bathe in the warmth of my release. I don’t want to pull out. Instead, I slowly sit back, easing her with me until she’s on my lap. I push aside her hair and kiss the back of her neck gently.
“I love you Ava,” I say.
“I love you too James,” she says.
Ava leans her head back onto my chest, and I put my hands onto her belly. She’s mine, and this baby bump proves it, but sometimes I still can’t believe it.
Other books by Lila Younger
What Her Dad Doesn’t Know
Boss of Me
Filthy Professor
Yes Sir
Bossing the Virgin
Buying his Virgin
His Virgin Ward
Loving My Best Friend’s Dad
Sold to the Billionaire
Falling for my Neighbor