Dillon_A Fake Marriage Shifter Romance

by Terra Wolf

  I plunged my hips up to meet him coming down. He grabbed my arms and thrust them above my head and held them there as he pumped his hips inside of me. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to him to take me.

  A smirk formed on his lips as he thrust harder and deeper into me. Suddenly he pulled out and looked down at me.

  “Get on your knees, Bianca.”

  I quickly turned over, and he pushed my dress up higher on my waist. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard back down onto him. He moved one hand to my clit and started to rub as he pumped into me.

  “Oh yes, right there. Don’t stop Dillon. Don’t stop.”

  Dillon pumped harder into me as his fingers moved in circles around my clit. I arched my back as he moved his one hand from my hip to my shoulder.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. The way Dillon made me feel. My whole body started to shake again and I called out his name.

  “Oh, Dillon!”

  He hammered home to my very limit, and his fingers rubbed my clit to explosive climax. I clutched the pillows in front of me, as my screams grew louder. He filled me to the breaking point and left me in pieces on that bed.

  7

  Dillon

  I stood in what used to be my bedroom. I gazed down at the sleeping form tucked between piles of downy pillows. How did this ever happen? How did I ever start to care so much about this intoxicating woman?

  My phone buzzed in his pocket. I pulled it out, but I didn’t answer it until I left the room. I didn’t want to wake Bianca up.

  “Hi, Aunt Dottie. How are ya?”

  Right away, the high-pitched rattle drilled into my ear from across the airwaves. “How could you do this to me? Are you trying to drive me into an early grave?”

  My bear grumbled. Aunt Dottie was my mom’s father’s sister, the only living relative of that generation in the family. Since all of her closest relatives are no longer with us and she never had kids of her own, she keeps tabs on all of us.

  “What are you talking about, Aunt Dot?” I already knew what she was talking about. I knew I would get a phone call just like this.

  “I’m talking about you running off and getting married without inviting me to the wedding. I understand why you didn’t invite me. Of course, you wouldn’t want to invite me. It’s the rest of the family I’m worried about. How do you think they’re going to feel when they find out about this?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, Aunt Dot. It was spur of the moment.”

  “I do know your brother was there. Saw it in my newspaper. He’s always traveling for work, so I know this wasn’t that spur of the moment, Dillon!” She shot back. “Where did you meet this girl? The clan didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. Did you put out an ad on the internet or something?”

  I cringed. “Come on, Aunt Dottie. That’s not funny.”

  I calmed her down the best I could and I hung up on her quickly, but the conversation lingered in my mind. I couldn’t keep Bianca hidden forever. What if this thing turned out to be a lot bigger than I expected? I already spent the most passionate night of my life with her, and her perfect body and wild appetite left me hungry for more. My bear on the other hand, he wasn’t up in a roar like he usually was over my typical conquests. With Bianca it was different. He felt protective, almost possessive.

  Could she be my mate?

  Wouldn’t that be a serious twist of events?

  I ducked back into the bedroom in time to see her roll over in her sleep. Even looking at her all soft and pliable and naked made my mouth water for every inch of her angelic flesh. I watched with bated breath until she woke up enough for me to slide into bed next to her.

  She snaked her warm arms over my chest and breathed into my hair. “Where have you been? You’re all dressed.”

  “I got up early. I always do. I get up and work out before dawn. That’s my morning ritual, so if you wake up and I’m not here, don’t worry. I’ll be back with you as soon as I can.”

  Her fruity red mouth covered mine. “I don’t like waking up alone.”

  I twisted around to squirm into her arms. She smelled and tasted so much better now than she did last night. I had to get my mind working if I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day in bed with her. I could spend the rest of my life in bed with her. I shook my head slightly. What the hell was I thinking? This was just business. Wasn’t it?

  My phone buzzed again. I didn’t have to look at it to know who it was. I dragged myself out of her embrace. Her hair tossed all over her face and the pillow. “Where are you going? Stay here with me.”

  “Soon.” I gave her a quick kiss and tore myself out of her arms. “I had Antonio make you breakfast. I’ll bring it to you in bed.”

  “You didn’t have to do that. It’s too much.”

  I climbed out of bed. “I want to. Stay put.”

  I scooted out to the kitchen and came back with her tray. I would show her what too much was. Too much was having her in my bed. How could I ever stand the anticipation of waiting for her to eat so I could work her into a screaming frenzy again?

  I backed through the door. “Here you go.” I almost dropped the tray when I found her sitting up in bed. She stared at her phone in her hand. Her eyebrows turned up in the middle, and she looked as though she were on the verge of tears. “Oh, no!”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s my mother!” She turned the phone around to show me the screen. “Look at this! The pictures from yesterday are all over the morning papers. What if my parents see this? I had hoped that I would be able to tell them about it myself. Not have them find out from the news. What am I going to do? I was stupid to think that I could tell them before it hit the news.”

  I stared at the phone screen. All the amazing pictures from yesterday, me bending her backward to kiss her, us walking hand in hand with the sun glimmering through the leaves, our hands entwined with our rings shining against our fingers—all of it spread across the tabloids. Big headlines announced, Mystery Girl Nabs Shyft’s Bad Boy Johnson.

  Was that me they were talking about? Was I the Bad Boy in question? I always considered stuff like that a compliment. Now it made me cringe. I couldn’t be a bad boy and married to her at the same time.

  Mystery girl, huh? The press would love that. It did her justice, and the pictures made her look more mysterious than ever behind her gauzy veil. Her inner radiance shone for all the world to see. Anybody could see why I supposedly adored her.

  I set the tray on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed next to her. I put my arm around her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. Maybe they won’t see it.”

  At that moment, her phone rang. Jumpy music came out of it. She swiped her thumb over the screen and pressed it to her ear. “Mom!”

  I lounged back on the pillows and listened to her babbling away. The longer she talked, the more agitated she got. I rubbed her back and neck, but she got more tense with every passing minute. Her voice rose to a strained squeak.

  In between talking to her mother, Bianca looked around the bedroom. She took deep breaths and sniffed. She ran her fingers through her hair. She did everything but relax. This was ten times worse than my conversation with my overbearing aunt. This was bad. I did this to her. I created this situation and used my rotten money to get her into a position she couldn’t get out of. What if I ruined relations with her family? She would never forgive me. How could I make it up to her?

  I could tell by how distraught she looked how important family was to her. I was the outsider. I was the stranger. They didn’t care how much money I had. If I hurt their little girl, they would never accept me.

  The awful truth hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted them to accept me. I wanted to be the one she cared enough to introduce to her family. I wanted them to think this was the real thing because I wanted it to be the real thing.

  Oh shit. I was in deep.

  She gave one last sniff and croaked. “Okay, Mom. Talk to you soon
.”

  She hung up, and the phone dropped out of her hand. The feathery softness of comforters swallowed it up. Bianca covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. Those quaking sobs cut my guts to ribbons. I couldn’t watch this. I had to do something.

  I laid both hands on her shoulders, and she collapsed weeping on my chest. I held her in my arms and kissed her hair. Nothing mattered so much as this moment. I would give anything to make it right.

  She heaved and moaned. “This can’t be happening. I can’t do this. I have to get out of this somehow.”

  I shushed against her ear. “Shh. It’s all right. It’s going to be all right.”

  “It’s not all right!” She leapt upright and shoved me away. “I never should have married you! This was all a huge mistake.” Then she fell forward in an emotional heap.

  “I never wanted any of this to happen,” she wailed. “I was so desperate for a job, that I didn’t really think through how my family would react to all of this. Do you know what this means to them? Do you understand how upset they are?”

  I cuddled my arms around her shoulders. I snuggled down into the bed and let her cry herself out. I brushed her dark hair out of her face. My chest gave her a place to rest her tearful head. My bear was distressed over her pain. I wanted to take care of her.I would always be here for whatever she needed. I had to make this right.

  She was worth it.

  8

  Bianca

  I swam up out of the bedding to catch a breath of fresh air. “This is a disaster.”

  Dillon brushed my hair off my tear-stained cheeks. “What did they say?”

  I closed my eyes and sighed. “My mother is in hysterics, and my father said he’s going to come after you with a shotgun. He doesn’t care who your family is. He says he’ll get himself a bunch of goons to give you a pair of concrete boots, and you’ll never touch me again.”

  Dillon froze in the bed next to me. “Are you serious?”

  She didn’t open her eyes. “Of course not. I didn’t tell them the truth. I made up a big story about doing a promotion for a bridal shop downtown and that you were involved and the press jumped to conclusions. But I won’t be able to lie to them forever. They’re bound to find out sooner or later. How could they not, with the press down our necks? Then what am I going to do?”

  “Why don’t you tell them the truth?” he asked.

  “The truth!” I shrieked. “Are you out of your mind? I couldn’t tell them the truth. I could never look them in the eye and tell them I was down to my last dollar from not being able to get a job, so I married a billionaire to pay the bills. They’re Catholic, and that would be prostitution, especially since here I am in bed with you.”

  “Don’t tell them that part. Tell them you fell madly in love with me, and the next thing you knew, we were married.”

  I slapped his shoulder. “Shut up.”

  “I mean it. Tell them we’re married, like we really did get married. Take me home to meet your parents, and I’ll ask your father’s blessing on our marriage, just like a real live couple.”

  My eyes popped open. “Are you serious?”

  “I’m dead serious. We have to make this legit, so why not?”

  I let out another shaky breath. “I should have known that’s what you meant. You want to play the game. You want to put on a good show.”

  “What else would I mean?”

  I rolled over on my back so I wouldn’t see him. I scolded myself silently for allowing my emotions for Dillon start to take over. I knew I had to keep them in check. I couldn’t forget that this was just a business relationship.

  “Nothing. It’s only for a year.”

  “That’s right, so let’s take advantage of every minute.”

  My head whipped around. There were his beautiful eyes in front of my face. His eyes cast that enchantment over me that got me into bed with him in the first place. He moved in to kiss me, but he didn’t kiss me on the lips. He kissed my forehead. Then he kissed each eyelid still damp with tears. And then he kissed the tears off my cheeks.

  One year. That’s what I had. I had to seize every inch of him I could get. I got him. Now I had to keep him. I never thought I could feel this way about a business acquaintance, but since when did sleeping with a hot guy turn into business?

  I had to admit to myself this meant a lot more to me than a big pay-out. I feared that this would grow into something I couldn’t control. I wanted him, and not just in my bed. I wanted every bit of him. I wanted those dimples and his hand in mine.

  He covered my face with kisses before he found his way back to my mouth. My lips parted to meet him, and the overpowering wine of his kiss swept me off my feet. He prodded my mouth open, and our tongues danced together in wedded bliss. Could I actually be falling for him? Did something happen to us at the courthouse, that I fell into his magnetic presence this way?

  His lips and his hands caressed my body under the sheets pulling me from my thoughts. I never got tired of him. His attention filled me with all the energy I needed to greet him again and again. I could go all night, night after night, if only he kept wanting me.

  His hands glided up my sides, but he hesitated at my ribs. He lingered there until I mewed and sobbed for his touch. He tickled my sides until I thrust my voluptuous breasts into his hands in tortured craving.

  He pretended he didn’t want me. He hung off until I needed him so much I hurled myself at him in craven desire. Only then did he fall on me in fury. He massaged my breasts until I squealed. He hugged me against his granite frame until I slithered all over his clothes.

  He flipped over on his back and draped me on top of him. He sank beneath my weight and let my undulating movements course down his body. My legs glided around his knees. My pelvis rocked and seethed over the growing knob in his pants. I rubbed my breasts all over his chest.

  Before he could answer my quivering attentions, I launched myself up on my knees. I tore his shirt open with one rip. The buttons snapped loose and laid his chest bare. I descended on him with an open-mouthed snarl. I gobbled down his chest and delivered a smoldering line of love bites down to his navel.

  He threw back his hands in surprise, but I was already all over him. I stroked my breasts over his bare skin until I couldn’t stand it. I trailed my taut nipples up and down his abs to excite them to rigid little lumps. I lunged forward and shoved one of them into his mouth.

  He couldn’t keep his hands off me. He grabbed two handfuls of my hips, but I already moved my pelvis back and forth over his bulging hard-on. I rippled all up and down my spine from the breast covering his face to the sweet nexus straddling his hips.

  His shaft throbbed against his zipper. I heard it crying for me. I ripped my nipple out of his mouth and jumped on his fly with both hands.

  I had him open in seconds, and my hand surrounded his aching cock. I bent down and teased him slightly with my tongue.

  “Bianca,” Dillon growled.

  I ran my tongue up his shaft and when I reached the head, I parted my lips and took him fully in my mouth. He gasped for every breath. Sucking him felt so good. I sucked him into my throat and let his shaft roll out over my lips. I combed my hair to one side so I could look up at his startled eyes.

  Up and down I stroked. I swallowed him deep. Then I withdrew to the limit and locked my suction around his head. I sucked the very life out of him with my ravenous mouth. I wanted to make him explode in my mouth. I wanted to make him cum.

  I cupped his nuts in one hand and tugged them down tight. The next minute, I licked his cock along its shaft and took it in my hand. I dove lower to suck his ball sack into my mouth. He cried out loud, but I wasn’t finished with him yet.

  I couldn’t let him blow like that. I had too much to do with him first. I rose on my knees above him and extended my body toward the ceiling. He gazed up at me in astonishment.

  I threw my leg over his hips. I moved my hips down slowly on top of him. I grabbed the headboard tightly a
s I started to roll my hips on top of his.

  9

  Dillon

  This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be sitting on my cock and smiling down on me from above. She couldn’t be gyrating her hips on my cock to make herself pant and sigh in blessed desire. Holy shit, she really was.

  My bear growled in torment. What was happening to me? I couldn’t stop gazing up into her deep eyes. I worshiped her. I adored her. I would do anything for her. My cock existed to satisfy her desires. I never wanted anything for myself.

  She could sit and spin on my cock as long as she liked. She could come down from the clouds to kiss me when she felt like it. She could slide her hands up and down my chest. She could sink her claws into my flesh to give herself all the purchase she needed to pulverize that saturated pussy on my shaft.

  A delicious aroma of pussy and perfume and her delightful sweat drifted into my nostrils. I died and went to heaven. I only pumped my cock into her when she quickened her pace enough to need it. She thumped her ass against my thighs until the impact translated all the way up her body. Her breasts swayed with her movements.

  I stroked up her sides to cradle them in both hands. How could one woman be so perfect? How could every curve and mound entice me beyond words? How could she turn me on so much? She raged over me in all her amazon power. She was pure female. I was nothing but a stiff cock for her pleasure. That’s all I ever wanted to be.

  She beat a faster rhythm. Bright red flushed over her cheeks. Her lips pouted open, and her tongue flashed red and moist inside her mouth. She didn’t come down to kiss me anymore. She concentrated on her work. She kicked her hips forward, and my shaft slotted into place in her deepest recesses. It fit perfectly against her cervix, and she rotated her hips to stir it around.

  Then she slithered it all the way out to her entrance. She lifted off me and teased her opening with my thick head.