Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  If only she knew how much that had changed.

  We flirted and caught up on each other’s lives and laughed. Spending time with Maya again was like a journey back to the past when everything had been perfect. Being with her drove away my demons, and I was able to enjoy myself fully for the first time in a long while.

  When the night ended and I got the check, I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to go back to my life without her, not after we’d had such a good time. I wanted her to come home with me. I wasn’t sure how she would feel about that, though. She was responding to my flirtation and was flirting right back, but having her come over was a different story. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me like that, the way I wanted her.

  “Do you want to have a couple of drinks at my place?” I asked, taking the chance.

  Maya's face became a little more serious, her dark eyes settling on my face. This was where I found out exactly what she wanted to be in my life—only friends, or something more. She hesitated for long enough that I was sure she would say no before she spoke.

  “I’d like that,” she said.

  I blinked. She’d accepted. I nodded as if I’d been sure she would agree all along, and stood up. I offered her my arm like a gentleman and escorted her out of the restaurant.

  “Did you drive here?” I asked.

  “I took a cab. Alcohol hits me way too hard these days.”

  Perfect. I led her to my car, opened the door for her and closed it again behind her. Running around to the driver’s side, I slid into my seat. When I glanced at her, she was smiling. I put the car in gear and pulled onto the road to head to my place.

  Luckily, the cleaning service had come over the weekend. I was glad I hadn’t made a mess of things, leaving takeout containers or my boxer shorts all over the apartment. I was glad I’d had driven here and she hadn’t. Everything about the night was coming together perfectly, as if the stars were aligning to give me a second chance. I glanced at Maya again and her profile in the dim lighting of the car was so familiar it ached. I was so glad she was here with me.

  Chapter 6

  Maya

  The date with Kyle was great. He was still the same guy I’d been with at his core. He had changed, of course. We all had in the years that had passed. But deep down he was the same lovable man I had once upon a time been set to marry.

  Something was a little off about him though, like something bothered him, but I didn’t want to push. We had just connected again and it would take some time before we opened up to each other. But when he asked me to go to his place, I couldn’t say no.

  There was something about him that drew me like a magnet. He’d always had that something about him that I couldn’t stay away from. It wasn’t only his looks, although he was incredibly hot. The light hair and blue eyes combination made me flustered, and the way he looked at me like I was the only women he’d ever seen, made me melt.

  And I wanted more time with him. I didn’t care that he didn’t play football anymore. He seemed to see it as a downfall of his character, but it wasn’t such a big deal to me.

  We arrived, and I found it to be exactly the kind of place I thought he would have. It screamed Kyle from the way the coffee and whiskey bottles stood side by side on the counter, to the way a pile of clothing in the other room could be seen from the hallway. He probably thought the place was neat. It was endearing.

  “What can I offer you to drink?” he asked. “I have wine, but nothing too girly, I live alone.”

  I liked that about him, that he lived alone. I didn’t want anyone else to kill the sexual tension that grew between us by the second. I wondered briefly what had happened to Liam, and why they weren’t bunking together, but they were both grown men with careers. It seemed like maybe Liam was married now. Of course, that would be why they weren’t living together anymore.

  “Wine sounds great,” I said. I watched Kyle move around his kitchen. He wore jeans that were faded in all the right places and a collared shirt that stretched across his arms and back, letting me know there was so much more than met the eye. He searched for a wine glass and finally offering me a coffee mug instead.

  “Sorry,” he said. I laughed. This was completely Kyle.

  I took the cup of wine and clinked it against his whiskey tumbler. I was already feeling light and airy after the wine we’d had in the restaurant, and my guard was lowered with the alcohol and the memories of the past that seemed to blur with the present the more time we spent together.

  “So, what have you been doing since we last saw each other?” I asked him. I had told him my life story but he had avoided talking about his.

  Kyle pulled up his shoulders. “I had a bit of a dip, I have to admit. But after that, I pulled myself together, and did my final exams to get where I’m at. That’s pretty much all there is to it. It’s not very interesting.”

  “I think you’re interesting,” I said, glancing at him. My voice sounded different than it usually did, full of desire. Because I wanted Kyle.

  When I’d been with him in the restaurant it had been easy to keep my composure, to control myself. I hadn’t been tipsy then, and we had been in public. Now I had too much wine in my system. Thanks to my fitness regime it didn’t take much at all. Now that we were alone, it was a lot harder to behave. Especially if his eyes kept slipping to my lips the way they did, as if he was thinking the same thing I was.

  Kyle shifted closer to me, sipping his whiskey as I finished my wine. We talked about silly things, and about what it meant to be a cheerleader, that I was so much more than shaking pompoms around and screaming Go Team!

  “For one, the level of fitness is like that of a professional athlete,” Kyle said.

  I shook my head. He was so close, his large body trapping me against the counter. He could trap me, pin me, anytime.

  “It’s not that serious,” I said, struggling to keep track of what we were talking about. “We train hard, but I don’t think athletes would think we’re working hard at all.”

  “You do work hard. I can see it,” Kyle said. He ran his hand down my arm and I shivered. “I could always see it. Your body is damn hot, Maya.”

  He stopped at my wrist and moved his hand onto my hip. He pressed his body against mine so I had to tip my head up to look him in the eye. His eyes were on my mouth. My breath hitched in my throat. Kyle put his hand on my jaw, his fingers touched my neck under my hair and closed the distance between us.

  I forgot about everything I might have wanted to say, everything I thought, everything that had happened since we’d broken up. It was just me and Kyle, and everything he was came flooding back to me in a kiss that was an echo of the two years we spent together in college. I knew this man, I knew the way he kissed me, held me. I knew the shape of him, the freckles on his nose and the green flecks in his eyes.

  None of which I could see because the moment his lips had touched mine, my eyes had fluttered shut.

  The rest was a dance we had done many times. He put his hands on my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his body, pushing them into his jeans to squeeze his ass. He’s always had a fantastic ass, and even though he didn’t play anymore it was still delicious.

  When he pulled the cups of my bra down, taking the dress with it, he sucked one nipple after the other into his mouth, I gasped, tipping my head back. He abandoned my nipples to kiss me on the mouth again, grinding his hard cock against me through his jeans.

  I reached behind my back and undid my bra, pulling the dress over my head, letting it drop to the ground. He stared at my breasts like he hadn’t seen them a thousand times before. I pulled his shirt over his head so he was topless too, then stood in only my thong before him.

  Kyle grabbed my ass with both hands and hoisted me up so that my legs were around his waist. We kissed, his tongue in my mouth, my hands in his hair as he carried me to his bedroom. I yelped when he dropped me on the bed. He kicked off his jeans but I sat up and pulled down his shorts, setting his dick free. It was
hard and eager, silk over steel with a forest of pubic hair around the base. I shifted so my legs hung off the bed and he stood between them. I took his dick between my hands, curling my finger around his base and sucked him into my mouth.

  He groaned when I did and his hands went to my hair, his fingers tangling in it. It was all so familiar, the same as it had been years ago, yet new and exciting at the same time.

  I bobbed my head back and forth, cupping his balls with my free hand, fucking him with my mouth. I wouldn’t have to go on for very long before he stopped me. A moment later, he pulled back, putting his hands on my face.

  “Fuck, Maya,” he said, breathing hard. I knew what he was saying. That it had been mind-blowing and that he woudn’t be able to endure much more of her sweet torture.

  “Take me,” I said, and lay back on the bed, shifting so my whole body was on the mattress. Kyle crawled between my legs and my thighs fell open for him. I didn’t need any more foreplay. I had already been wet when we’d started, but sucking him off always got me going. It turned me on to know I was giving him pleasure.

  “Hang on,” he said, and stood up, walking to the nightstand. He retrieved a foil packet, ripped it open and rolled a condom over his sex in no time at all. Practice makes perfect. I watched him walk around the bed again, showing him my hunger with my eyes.

  Kyle joined me on the bed again and positioned himself at my entrance. I gasped as he slid into me, splitting me open, pushing into the hilt. The feeling of him, big and rigid, was like coming home it was so familiar. It only took a few thrusts before I orgasmed. I shuddered on the bed, my body convulsing around his cock.

  Kyle grinned at me. “That’s my favorite part,” he said.

  I blushed, but I didn’t have time to feel shy. He blew every thought away when he started hammering into me, fucking me. His body hovered over mine, elbows resting on either side of my head, breathing hard in my ear. After a while, I put my hands on his hip to stop him.

  “My turn,” I said. He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I clambered onto him, straddling his hips. I lowered myself onto his dick and moaned as I did. I shifted, a little, getting comfortable. I leaned forward, my hands on either side of his head, flipping my hair over one shoulder so it wasn’t in my face or his, and focused on riding him.

  “God, Maya,” Kyle groaned, as I slid up and down his dick. His hands were on my hips, guiding me but I didn’t need the direction. I knew exactly where I was going.

  I rode him harder and harder, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone in the process. My breasts swung back and forth inches from his face, my hair swept over his chest and the feeling of his cock burying deep into me every time I rocked back was an ecstasy I hadn’t known in a long time. Kyle was still the best fuck.

  The friction on my clit pushed me over the edge. I collapsed on Kyle’s chest, my body contracting and clamping down on his dick. I cried out in his ear, my breathing erratic.

  Kyle held still, waiting for me to ride out my orgasm. When I could breathe again, he closed his arms around my body and pounded into me from underneath, bucking his hips, and holding me in place. I cried out and lifted my hips slightly to give him space to move.

  He pounded into me faster and faster, and judging by his breathing and the look of concentration on his face, he was getting closer and closer. I wanted him to release inside me.

  The moment I thought it, he pulled me tightly against him and pushed into me as far as he could. I felt his cock jerk and spasm inside me, and it pushed me over the edge again. We rode out the wave of ecstasy together as his cock throbbed inside me and I got tighter and more sensitive.

  Finally, Kyle pulled out of me. I rolled off him, lying on the bed, gasping for breath. Kyle shifted to the edge of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned the condom had disappeared. I appreciated that he had taken the steps to be safe. It was a sign of respect and it meant a lot to me. When he crawled back onto the bed he pulled the covers back and I climbed into bed with him. I didn’t want to get dressed and go home, not now.

  Not when I had just found him again.

  Kyle pulled me against him, wrapping his body around me. He planted a kiss on my hair and I closed my eyes, falling back into the routine we had before, not bothering to think about what it meant for us now.

  Chapter 7

  Kyle

  When I woke up, I wasn’t alone in my bed. Maya lay next to me, her brown hair fanned on the pillow and her body curled like a question mark. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes pressed against her cheeks and she looked as young as I remembered her from our college days. I lifted my hand and brushed the back of it down her cheek. It was to check if she was real, to see that she wasn’t an apparition.

  I couldn’t believe she had spent the night, any more than I could believe she had accepted me and we’d had sex. It was something from a novel, the kind of dream that usually didn’t become a reality. And I realized with a shock that it was the first thing to go my way in years.

  God, last night had been perfect. At dinner, we had slipped back into our old ways, talking and laughing, even joking as if none if it had occurred, as if the years that had gone by hadn’t happened at all. Maya had always projected an easy comfort that I could slip into, a way of being that resonated with me. And she was stunning, her dress and her hair and her eyes. Everything had been mesmerizing.

  I had been thrilled that she’d wanted to come home with me afterward, and had vowed I wouldn’t ask her to do anything she didn’t want to do. I’d told myself I would let her call the shots. But the sexual tension had been electric in the air and I hadn’t been able to stop myself from kissing her. It had gone downhill from there, but I was relieved that she’d felt the same way about it. She’d instigated our sex as much as I had.

  And it had been fucking fantastic. Being inside her, having her body rearing over mine as she rode me, her hair splayed out on my chest, those lips around my dick—it was all like a fantasy.

  One that got me hard again just thinking about it.

  I considered pulling her closer to me, waking her up and going for round two. But I didn’t want to push my luck. We were in a good place.

  So, instead of finding a resting place for my cock I willed it to go down. I pulled boxers on and walked to the kitchen. My erection slowly deflated while I made coffee. By the time I was done with coffee, with cups and sugar on a tray, I was flaccid again and I could wake her up without making it look like I expected something of her.

  I put the tray on the nightstand next to her and slid my hand into hers which was upturned on the pillow.

  “Morning, beautiful,” I said, when she opened her eyes and blinked sleepily at me. She flashed me a lazy smile and stretched. The sheets slipped off her naked body and her breasts were gloriously on display—so soft and malleable. I couldn’t stop myself from staring, and I felt my cock stir in my pants again.

  “What time is it?” Maya asked, pulling the sheets up over her chest again, and I was grateful.

  “It’s just after seven. I have time for a quick cup of coffee before I have to get to work.”

  I gestured to the cups I’d prepared. Maya sat up, smiling.

  “Coffee in bed, what a treat,” she said, and sipped it. “You remembered how I like it,” she said, surprised. I shrugged. I remembered everything about her.

  “You’re the only woman on earth that doesn’t drink sugar in her coffee,” I said.

  Maya laughed. “I guess you’re right. Are you leaving soon?”

  “Yeah, I have to get going by eight. You’re welcome to spend as much time here as you like, though. There’s no rush for you to leave.”

  “Oh, no. I have to get to training as well. I promised the girls I would join them earlier so we could watch the third stringers train. I just love watching them when they’re working on their game behind the scene.”

  I flinched when she mentioned watching football players. Jealousy flared up inside me like a fire
and I had trouble swallowing it down. When Maya and I had dated, I was still playing. It had been my life then and we had been perfect together because she was such big fan, of the sport and of me. Now, I wasn’t playing anymore. There was nothing worse than hearing the woman I spent the night with saying she wanted to watch other men play football. That could have been me, I thought bitterly.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  I had hoped she hadn’t noticed.

  “I just remembered a document I need to fax first thing,” I lied, because I was a pussy and I couldn’t tell her what the real problem was. “I have to get ready to go.”

  Maya nodded and stood up. The sheets slipped from her body and she stood before me in her naked glory. I stared and she blushed as if I hadn’t seen her naked before, as if she didn’t know how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

  I turned away from her. If I didn’t, I would want to jump her again and it wasn’t only inappropriate, it would make me late. I walked to my closet and put on a business suit. Maya disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she wore the same red dress from last night. She had twisted her hair up and somehow made it stay in a loose bun. She carried her heels in her hands. I watched her walk behind me in the mirror. She fished her cell phone out of her bag and unlocked the screen.

  Her face crumpled and she closed her eyes a moment, taking a deep breath. She didn’t know I was watching.

  “Everything okay?” I asked.

  Maya plastered a smile on her face but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Perfect. Sara wants to know where I am.”

  Of course. Living with someone was different than living alone, coming and going as you pleased. I envied her that. I’d had a roommate in college, but Liam had been my best friend, not my roommate. Maybe, if everything had gone differently for me, Liam and I could have gotten a place together. But he’d been scouted to play for Texas and he’d moved away. I wouldn’t have been able to live shoulder to shoulder with the man that had gotten everything I’d ever wanted in life, anyway. It wouldn’t have worked.