Fake It_A Fake Marriage Baby Romance

by Mia Ford

  I was certain that he was interested, which helped my sense of nervousness and only exaggerated my need.

  “I know that. That’s exactly why you deserve it. You don’t expect anything from me. You are a good person.”

  “You don’t know that. I could be an even worse creep than the guy I took you away from.”

  “You saved me from him,” I reminded, “You didn’t take me anywhere I didn’t want to go, and you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

  “Well, that’s great, but remember, I live deep in the mountains, away from civilization, in a cabin, with my dog. Are you sure you want to give yourself to someone with such a strange living arrangement?”

  “I know what I’m getting into,” I argued, drawing closer to him, now reaching out to touch him. I passed my hand down the side of his face, gingerly, and grinned.

  The man returned my seductive gaze as his expression morphed into a devilish sneer, “I’m not so sure about that.”

  “Well, if you want, you can think of it as simply a thank you for saving me,” I replied, feeling my blood pumping as my heart thumped harder, the closer I got to him. I wanted to feel his warmth against me and I wanted to immerse myself in the luscious intent, by having his body so close to mine.

  While this normally wasn’t like me, I didn’t care. All I knew at that moment was that I wanted him. I needed him, almost as though my very life depended on it.

  I had never felt such an electrifying, intense urge in all my life. It was like an unknown force was guiding us together and neither of us had any say; not that I didn’t want him.

  I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone.

  All the thoughts and fears I had previously, dissipated when I was close to him. Past lovers, my past as a whole; the good and the bad, seemed to separate from my memory as though it was dropped into a chasm, which was steadily being refilled by lustful thoughts and animalistic urges.

  He snickered but gave no response. He simply kept his deep, intense emerald eyes trained on mine, refusing to release me from his grasp.

  My body yearned for him, thrusting forward, toward him, with a passionate, almost unstoppable fervor.

  I watched as he turned toward me, his body open, welcoming me in, but he made no other advancement.

  So, I sauntered toward him, undressing as I moved, until I was completely naked. I watched his eyes scour over me, drawing a line from my gaze, down to my chest, lingering at my bosom, before easing its way down to the valley of my inner womanliness.

  His grin widened, and I took this as a chance to make my move. I eased toward him in one final thrust, pressing my lips against his mouth.

  He groaned, turning his head to the side, as his strong hand rose up to grab my hair. Twisting it seductively in his fist, he pulled me in closer to him, as his tongue toyed with mine.

  Our breath intertwined as the taste of him intoxicated me. I groaned, as his other hand rose to my breast and cupped it gingerly. He gave it a playful squeeze before he grasped my wrist and brought it to his chest.

  I hadn’t noticed until now, but it was bare. My palm pressed against his warm skin and my fingers weaved through the curly hair that was sprinkled over his pectorals.

  Slowly, my hand drew down his body, yearning to feel his true essence inside me. My fingertips slowly eased over the rippling muscles in his abdomen, leading to his lean, V-shaped oasis.

  He pulled me close to him and I could feel him, unbridled and already fully aroused, pulsing against me. My hand grasped him, sending a shuddering sensation of euphoria coursing through my body.

  I moaned, but the depth of his tongue and the intimacy of his mouth absorbed most of the sound.

  As I stroked him, I felt my pelvis thrust toward him excitedly.

  With his other hand still teasing my breast, he tugged them toward his chest and stroked the nipple against his visceral body, causing it to harden, which intensified their sensitivity.

  Once he had ensured that the two buds were properly hardened, he broke free of my mouth and absorbed one nipple, then the other, ensuring that he paid equal attention to each. His tongue swirled around the swollen blossom, before flicking it and suckling on it, causing my body to quake with excitement.

  “Oh!” I moaned, sliding down his chiseled chest, toward the pulsing, inviting member in my hand.

  Once crouched between his legs, I consumed him, causing the man to groan and tilt his head back with pleasure.

  My mouth stroked him, delving deeper with every movement, until I was able to take it completely into my mouth.

  With each motion, I felt my body become more inclined to take him in the natural way. Yet, he seemed to be enjoying my foreplay, so I tried to keep it going for as long as possible.

  After all, I was trying to thank him.

  Each time I pulsed, he moaned, and his breath cut short. At one point, I felt his hands grasp tightly onto the arms of the rocking chair, so intensely, it creaked and shook, while he yelled out.

  Soon after, he directed me back up and took my waist between his hands when I stood. He positioned me over him before nodding with intent, beaming widely.

  I grinned as I grasped his shoulders and eased myself over his hardened, quaking member.

  “Oh…Yes…” I thought, feeling my body quiver with need. I stroked overtop of it, allowing him to hit all the right spots, while my womanliness continued to moisten the apex between my legs. I groaned, feeling the stroke of his essence one more time, before thrusting myself on top of him.

  Easing down his shaft, the tightness was welcomed, as I could feel every subtlety of his arousal.

  Johnathan groaned as his hands spread against the small and middle of my back, before sliding down, around my nether regions, allowing him to get a firm hold on me.

  I straddled his legs as he guided me up and down, helping to alleviate some of the effort and helping to speed up our motions.

  He quivered inside of me as we moved as one, causing me to feel yell out in amazing torment.

  My whole body felt fully exposed and intensely sensitive to his touch.

  As our excitement continued to reach a climaxing level, I felt my body take a far more active role in pursuing an intense and mutual pinnacle.

  Both Johnathan and I were breathing heavy, while I whined, unable to scream, due to the tenacious and powerful movement. However, neither one of us seemed to care, since we were quickly reaching toward our goal.

  I was heaving, thrusting, feeling more empowered than I had ever felt before.

  Johnathan was guiding me, while pushing up, delving deeper and deeper into me with every fast-paced blow.

  My heart was beating so fast, from excitement and exertion that I feared it might explode. Yet, at that moment, there was nothing that could pull us away from the rising incentive that was rapidly approaching.

  “Oh God…Johnathan…” I moaned, shutting my eyes tightly, as a barrage of fireworks seemed to explode behind my eyelids. “Yes…Yes…Keep going…Don’t stop…” I begged, feeling chills of passion rippling up and down my body, while his hands continued to hold me, guide me, until with one final prod, I he buried himself deep inside of me and groaned as I felt his love erupt.

  The feel of his essence injecting inside of me inspired my own finality, which came after a few more powerful strokes.

  After prowling at the edge of the euphoric sea, I was submerged entirely with one final, exasperating plunge.

  I felt my nails dig into his shoulders as I pressed down, willing him to fill me as much as possible, while my ecstasy caused my body to quake all around him.

  Meanwhile, I was transported to a sightless, soundless oasis, filled with nothing but a rush of positive, intoxicating emotion. I felt transported, possibly to another world, where nothing else mattered but this moment.

  I felt completely free.

  I wanted to stay in this moment forever, but eventually, I returned to my body and I felt the rush of emotions start to d
issipate, flooding me, while my womanly cavern still erupted in pulses of the aftershock…

  Within an instant, my eyes popped open and I heard the tail end of my obnoxious gasp. I looked around the cabin, placing my hand on my beating heart and trying to ignore the moistness between my legs.

  I swallowed hard, with my womanliness still quivering from the intensity of the need I experienced. I tried to figure out exactly what happened and why I had such an intense reaction. I had no words to accurately express what my mind had concocted, apparently all on its own.

  Part of me was embarrassed and horrified by the memory of the dream, but there was still another part of me that was extremely disappointed that it didn’t happen.

  Chapter 4

  Johnathan

  The woman continued to moan in her sleep after drinking the tea. I couldn’t tell if she was moaning in pain or if she was consumed in a wet dream, which was slightly bothersome to me.

  Goddammit, I thought, if I can’t tell the difference, I definitely need to get laid.

  With that, my mind wandered through dirty thoughts of the woman and how nice it would feel to be inside of her.

  I thought about her moaning my name and her caress, the way her breasts would feel in my hand and the pure erotic allure of getting off, as well as getting someone else off. I hadn’t been with a woman in such a long time. So, although, I did feel like a dick for not stopping these thoughts, I didn’t blame myself or condemn myself for it. I was a man after all and this is the first woman I had spent any time with in years.

  Not to mention, the woman who was currently inhabiting my bed was pretty damn gorgeous.

  Her golden hair flowed out all around her as she slept in gentle, slumber, her petite hands curled under her small chin, while her ripped shirt revealed the cleavage to her obviously endowed breasts.

  Though she was small, both in size and stature, her womanly attributes were alluring without being overbearing. She was proportionate, with slight exaggeration in every place that mattered.

  In addition to the act of sex, I also found myself wondering what she was like normally. I thought about her personality and wondered if she would be someone I would like to date, and a person who would like to date me.

  However, this was what bothered me. More than the act of sex, it was the passion behind the romance that bothered me.

  The fact that I was even thinking about that was both intriguing and hurtful.

  Any man, or woman, for that matter, could think about having a good fuck with a person they are attracted to but to take it past the physical pleasure, into the realm of any deeper meaning, was something I wasn’t sure I could do. More than that, though, it wasn’t something I was sure I wanted to do.

  I felt as though I was committing an unforgivable act of betrayal, but I wasn’t quite sure why I felt that way, or to whom I was committing the act of betrayal.

  If she deserved it, I wouldn’t be here, I thought with ire, trying to ward of the memories that were still fresh, running deep and stinging often. But if she doesn’t, then don’t I deserve another chance?

  Still, for my own sanity, it didn’t take me long to decide that I shouldn’t be contemplating the idea of wanting to be the reason behind her moans.

  “Fuck…” I muttered, shaking my head as more vivid imagery clouded my memory. As the seduction of my thoughts grew into something more tempting, I tried to pull myself away from what I knew would be a pit of desire filled with quicksand.

  The woman might be different but the risk of enduring another failure, to the extent of the last, which I barely survived made me feel stupid for even the natural reactions I was feeling.

  I shouldn’t be feeling anything for this woman, or for any woman ever again.

  I had cast myself away from people or a reason. There was no point in even opening myself up, even for a moment of normalcy, because I was sure that would only lead to a dead-end, filled with despair.

  Eventually, Jake’s bark shifted me from my thoughts.

  While I was thankful for the destruction, I wondered if the reason for the dog’s alerting outburst was due to an intruder.

  This time, I grabbed my gun and I took Jake out with me, while the woman continued to sleep soundly; obviously unbothered by Jake’s bark.

  The evening was cold but clear. Since the light of the fire had nearly doused completely inside, in addition to the light shining off the moon, it wasn’t hard to see the perimeter of the small clearing.

  I wanted to ensure that asshole hadn’t come back to catch us unaware.

  While I didn’t think that was likely, I wasn’t going to be taking any chances, at least so long as the woman was under my care. I might not want anything from her and her presence might be more aggravating and painful than being alone, but I’d be damned if I was going to let anything happen to her.

  Jake sniffed around the perimeter quietly, checking carefully for any sign of anything being out of place but came up empty. I listened carefully, trying to figure out if anything out of the ordinary was going on but I didn’t hear anything.

  When Jake was finished with his rounds, I could tell he was slightly confused as well, but he had also come up empty.

  I took one last look around, peering with intimidation, gun at the ready, but found nothing.

  The night was still. Not even the branches of the trees, or the leaves moved without provocation.

  Everything seemed to be normal.

  I had lived here a long time, so I was familiar with what my little patch of land was supposed to look like at every second of the day. For this time, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary going on.

  While I was relieved, I couldn’t help but think that something was going on, which presently alluded us, but between the dog and myself, I didn’t think that was likely.

  So, after sweeping my eyes all around the area one more time, I eventually allowed Jake and myself to return inside.

  Since the dog seemed satisfied too, I tried to let my guard down, but I still placed the gun well-within reach and locked the cabin door.

  The lock was admittedly a piece of shit, but I figured if someone did try to break in, every second counted. Even if I could only use that time to aim and fire, at least I would be able to do something.

  When I turned back around, I made sure the woman had remained undisturbed.

  I noticed that she was still in the bed, but I also decided that I hadn’t seen her move, at all, in a while.

  Oh fuck. I thought as I inched to her side, nor really wanting to check on her, fearing the worst, but preying that she was still alive.

  While I walked closer to her, I tried to gauge her breathing, but couldn’t see her move, since she was on her stomach.

  I crouched down to her level, but I didn’t dare touch her. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want to touch her, considering if she was dead, she was in my house and therefore, I was as good as convicted anyway.

  However, instead of trying to shake her awake, or employ an easier method of checking her vitality, I put my hand under her nose.

  At first, I still couldn’t tell if the shallow breaths I thought I felt were a figment of my imagination, or proof of life, but eventually, I heard another familiar moan. At the same time, she rolled back over on her back and continued to breathe normally.

  Jesus, Christ… I heaved a sigh of relief before I returned to my chair and tried to fall asleep again myself.

  I was certain that Jake would alert me again if he heard anything out of the ordinary and I was a light sleeper, so I knew there wasn’t much that could happen that wouldn’t allow me to have a little time to react.

  Plus, in this small, cramped cabin, sleep seemed to be the only way I could escape the thoughts and visions that continued to plague my mind.

  The wild goose chase had helped momentarily but so long as I was trapped in the same cabin as her, I would continue to wonder what it would be like to be with her and thus, I would only become more depress
ed.

  If for whatever reason, that or another threat did make itself known, I would have to be sharp, which mean that I had to keep as much space as I could between my new houseguest and myself.

  My sanity and possibly our lives depended on it.

  Chapter 5

  Carrie

  When I woke up again, after falling asleep after realizing the dream was merely a wild hair of my own imagination, it was, again the first thing I thought about. I was still slightly embarrassed, even though I knew it was normal. It wasn’t the first time I had a dream like that, though it was never so intense.

  It’s not like he knows about it… I thought, trying to assure myself, but was only faced with the realization that I could’ve talked in my sleep. A mortified shiver quaked down my back but ultimately, I realized there wasn’t much I could do.

  It had happened, and I wouldn’t for a second believe he didn’t have something similar, or even more physical plague him at an inconvenient moment.

  So, instead of dwelling in how self-conscious I was about the dream, I focused on what it could’ve meant.

  Dream interpretation was more Kasandra’s thing, but right now she wasn’t here, and I was hoping there was an actual reason for the way I was feeling.

  Maybe it means that I’m supposed to get to know this man? I thought, not thinking so much sexually, though I had to admit, I still wouldn’t mind it, but get to know him as a person.