Single Dad’s Fake Fiancée: A Cowboy Romance

by King, Imani

  Oh God, I thought as I fell into him. He caught me effortlessly, teased me expertly. His hands moved over my body as if he’d touched it a million times and already knew everywhere to touch to get me going.

  And his lips…that mouth. It coaxed mine open and I melted against his surprisingly soft lips. They were such a contrast to the rugged stubble outlining his jaw. Every muscle in my body was going weak from pleasure. I grabbed his shirt in an effort to stay standing, though it was unnecessary. He was holding me, and he wouldn’t let me go, let alone fall.

  We stumbled further into the kitchen. He growled as he grabbed my ass, hoisting it on the table. He parted my legs and pushed forward, again revealing his length. It hit my core, sending shivers all the way through my body to my toes.

  Was this really happening? Were we actually going to give in and go fully through with all of this? I hoped so. By God, I hoped so. I ran my hand through his hair, feeling it for the first time.

  He whispered something against my mouth. I couldn’t hear it, but I recognized the desperate lust in his tone. It gave me confidence, and I ran my fingers down his back, feeling those muscles of his flex.

  Oh God. I wanted there to be nothing between us.

  Now.

  He was in an exploratory frenzy too. Going up the curves of my body, feeling my ass, my sides, my breasts, every bit of my skin. Goosebumps formed everywhere as he hiked up his shirt.

  I looked up at him. He stared down at me with dark, possessive eyes.

  Miles Corbett had never looked at me like this before. No man had ever looked at me like this before. With such raw, primal lust. With the power of a conqueror.

  I still couldn’t believe this was happening, and yet...

  A gasp rang from the doorway like a gunshot.

  We froze. That sound hadn’t come from either of us. Slowly, we turned our heads to see the source. Ashley. She had seen us doing things that we most definitely shouldn’t be doing in front of her.

  I froze, he froze. He pushed my shirt down and stepped back. My feet hit the ground. I took a deep breath. He did too.

  “Later,” he said. “Later.” He shook his head and took off.

  There was something more important than indulging his sexuality.

  Chapter 11

  Miles

  How could I be so weak? I knew Ashley was up and around. She’s a curious girl, so the slightest sound, or lack thereof, would bring her out to investigate.

  I didn’t want to expose her to such things. Especially when I wasn’t even sure what was going on.

  She had retreated to her room, and I was quick to follow.

  In spite of this, I was annoyed and worried at the same time. I was so damn close to having her. I was feeling her, her heat. Her curvaceous body. She was in my hands, and I was truly feeling like a man for the first time in years.

  There are days when I truly wish I was a totally selfish prick.

  Walking into my little girl’s room, I saw that she was there, sitting on the edge of her bed, quietly. “Ashley?”

  She didn’t say anything in response.

  I sat down beside her. “What all did you see?”

  “Nothing, Daddy.”

  “I know you were there, sweetcake. It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. I just want to be able to explain to you what you were seeing.” I hoped this wouldn’t spin off into having the proverbial ‘Talk’. I wanted to put that off for a few more years. Or forever. Putting it off forever would be just dandy.

  She started to cry. I wasn’t expecting that much. Sure, she saw something she probably didn’t understand, but it wasn’t exactly horrifying, even to a child.

  “What’s the matter, Ashley?”

  She sniffled. “I don’t want Destiny to go away.”

  “Why would she go away?”

  “She said you fired her. And that she’s not your real fancy.”

  Fancy? Did she mean fiancée? Oh, a child’s mind, what a place. I patted her on the back, holding her close. “She’s not going anywhere. Are you upset about what you saw?”

  “That you were kissing and hugging her?”

  “Um, yes. Let’s go with that.”

  “Is Destiny going to be my new mommy?”

  I swallowed. Taking her sexually was one thing. Despite all my posturing, I knew it was silly that I could simply just spin a fake engagement into a real one. Things just didn’t work like that. I wanted the world for Ashley, but I didn’t want to break her heart by telling her that Destiny was destined to be her step-mother. With how the two of them bonded, that would utterly crush her when it didn’t happen.”I don’t know, sweetcake. It’s up to her if this is anything besides something just for now.”

  She looked up at me. “If she becomes my new Mommy, can I stop going over to my old Mommy’s?”

  “I’m hoping.”

  “Do I have to go back to Mommy’s tomorrow?”

  “Yes. That’s the agreement.”

  “But I don’t wanna. It’s so boring over there. All I can do is watch TV. There’s no toys. I get yelled at if I do anything else. She feeds me this awful food in tiny white boxes.” Vivian always did have a thing for Chinese food. Well, bad Chinese food. “I don’t wanna go over there Daddy. Please don’t make me.”

  I just held her tighter. I really didn’t want to make her go back there. Some kids embellish, but nothing Ashley was saying seemed like that. “If everything goes right, it’ll only be one more time. Then you won’t have to see her again.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yes. I promise. I’ll make it so you don’t have to leave me again, sweetcake.”

  She gave me a small smile and, for a time, I just rocked her back and forth in my arms. God, I hoped I could follow through on this. I needed to. I couldn’t imagine my life without Ashley.

  I looked down and she had fallen asleep again. Sometimes emotions can be as tiring as anything else. I laid her down on her bed, and left as quietly.

  Now I had something else tough to face.

  Destiny.

  I bought myself some time. Used the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I couldn’t just act like nothing had just happened.

  It was inevitable though. I made my way back to kitchen, and she was sitting on the stool, drinking a glass of water. She looked so overwhelmed by the situation.

  Sitting down beside her, I wondered how to best approach the situation.

  Luckily, she spared me the pain and broke the silence first. “Is she doing okay?”

  “Yes. It’s just getting to the point where even the notion of having to go back to her mothers is traumatizing to her.”

  She looked down at her drink. I could tell she wished that I kept alcohol in the house, cause she definitely wanted a good hard drink right now.

  I wanted to be right there with her.

  “What did you tell her? You know, about us?”

  “I just told her the truth.”

  “And what is the truth? That’s been really blurry to me recently, no offense.”

  “That the truth is if you stay in our lives is completely up to you. It’s your decision, Destiny.”

  She seemed shaken by that. “You should have just admitted that this was all temporary.”

  “That’s the thing though. I don’t want this to be temporary. I want more of you. I think I’m already madly falling for you, Destiny.”

  She was silent for a time. I was waiting for her to reply. What was going through her mind? I wanted to know. I needed to know. I wanted to calm that storm that was going on inside of her. “This can’t work, Miles. It can’t.”

  “Why?”

  “We barely know each other. We’ve had no distance. We don’t know what our values are. Being based only on primitive attraction just sets us up for failure. The more we lie to ourselves, the more it’s going to hurt.”

  “I agree.”

  She looked at me, an eyebrow raised.

  “The more we lie to ourselves, the more it hurts. I’ve wan
ted you Destiny ever since I first laid eyes on you. I knew from the start you were something truly special.” I stood up, and pulled her up to me as well. “If I keep lying to myself, that I can keep resisting you, that I don’t need to have you, it’s going to hurt.”

  She swallowed. She was scared, but I knew she wasn’t scared of me. It was herself. She was fighting. Resisting. Lying to herself. “Is – is she asleep?” She stuttered.

  I nodded.

  “Oh fuck it, I’m going to hell anyway,” she called out, and then this time, she kissed me.

  The enthusiasm was fully there. She grabbed my head and leaped into my arms. She rained kisses down upon me. She was giving in, and it wasn’t like she’d had a cold shower in the mean time.

  Like me, she was a sexual creature, barely able to hold herself back. Damn, I wanted her.

  Holding her in my arms just felt right. Kissing? Felt right. I’d never felt this way about a woman before. I’d had my days as a playboy, but no one ever turned me on like her.

  God, I was so tempted to dump her on this table, tear her clothes off, and ravish her right here. For our first time together, though, we needed it to be special. Real. Because I already knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one night. I wanted her forever. I just needed to convince her that she wanted the same.

  Chapter 12

  Destiny

  I didn’t deserve this.

  I wanted this, but I sure as hell didn’t deserve it.

  But I wasn’t a good girl. If I was, I wouldn’t even be in Miles Corbett’s house. I wouldn’t be letting him do what he was doing right now. And I sure as hell wouldn’t be so wantonly enjoying it.

  He carried me to the master bedroom easily. And yes, I enjoyed the flex of his muscles as he picked me up and the warmth of his body as he held me close. He was a mountain of a man, as wild and masculine as the landscape he called home. A girl with my ample curves was never called small, but he made me feel weightless. So achingly feminine. Like something to be slowly enjoyed and cherished.

  He placed me on the blankets of his large bed. The mattress dipped as he moved on top of me. He caught my gaze, again letting loose that primal power that washed over me.

  I raised a shaking hand to his shoulder. I wasn’t afraid. Miles Corbett would never hurt me. But this…this…I knew that there was no going back. The passion of this night would be forever branded in my heart.

  His rough hands moved back over my body. I arched my back, dancing to his masterful touch. Slowly he slipped my clothes off me, worshiping every inch of newly exposed skin. I explored his body too, though with more desperation, delighting in how his muscles tensed from my brazen touch.

  I hiked his t-shirt up and peeled it off his body. My breath caught in my throat as his fine muscles seemed to gleam in the moonlight. This was a man’s body. One used to hard work and forging its own path through the elements.

  He looked down at my exposed skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not for him. He wanted every bare inch of me quivering before him.

  His eyes met mine as he grabbed my tank-top, and I knew it wasn’t long for this world. He ripped it off me.

  Holy shit. Luckily I didn’t like that old shirt.

  He growled with frustration when he saw I was still wearing a bra.

  I decided to take the initiative and unhooked my bra. He responded by pulling the damn thing clean off me and flinging it to where no one cared, which was any part of the room that didn’t have us in it.

  He looked down at my breasts with a renewed passion. “Mine,” he whispered, cupping them. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”

  I moaned from his calloused hands, at his raw possession. Lightening surged through me. It’d been so long since I’ve been touched there by someone who I wanted to touch me there. I’d forgotten what it was like to feel like a woman instead of a piece of meat to be ogled…as something worth being desired. Heat flooded my body as I realized he’d been wanting me for a long time—maybe even as long as I’d been wanting him.

  Lightly he traced around my areola, teasing me, watching me gasp. His kisses moved from my mouth and trailed down my neck, my shoulders, my chest. Soon, he was playfully licking me there, the tingling and tickling being so very much appreciated after everything else.

  I too was taking in the sights and enjoying his body to the absolute fullest. Those muscles, that firmness, feeling all of him. God, I wished I could have this man always. This would be my nightly treat, something to truly enjoy. Someone who was a sight for sore eyes, yet giving and sexy all the same.

  Miles was man possessed. He had to have me, and it didn’t seem like he was going to go overboard with the foreplay. His attention moved down to my shorts. He unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs. “Luckily your legs don’t go on for miles, they just look like they do.”

  I smirked. There was an unabashed honesty to him. He made corny jokes, but the good spirit was always there. With how it felt for him to caress my legs like he did, I really did wish my legs went on for miles, so I could simply keep enjoying his touch.

  Never stopping, his hands roamed back up to my valley, caressing me over my panties. Another sudden breath. His touch was sweet and tender, toying with me in just the right way. His eyes watched mine, to make sure I was loving every second of it. Keeping me aching for him, keeping me needing him. “You’re so damn hot down here. You’ve been wanting me every bit that I’ve been wanting you, haven’t you?”

  I nodded enthusiastically, unable to form words.

  “That’s impressive, because I want you so fucking bad I wasn’t sure how I would survive one more second in your presence without taking you.”

  A rough finger brushed against my clit. An electric bolt of energy shot through me. It felt like I almost climaxed off of that alone. Shuddering, I pushed myself up and grabbed him by the pants. Damn belt, I thought as I yanked it off, unbuttoned him and shoved his jeans off his body.

  Holy shit.

  Miles wasn’t just big. He was epic.

  And ready for me.

  He wasn’t kidding when he’d said he wasn’t sure how he’d survive another second without taking me. I was wondering how the hell he fit that thing in his pants! Or how he could freaking walk! His cock stretched his boxer shorts to the limit. I was sure he was about to bust through them at any moment.

  But Miles wasn’t focused on himself. No, ass his attention was on teasing me. He used the fabric of my panties to his advantage, teasing me by going back and forth between the drenched fabric and his calloused fingers. I shuddered against him, clawing the blankets.

  Then, he slid his fingers inside my panties. Playtime was over. He fisted them and pulled them down. Reluctantly, I closed my legs so he could slip them off me. It was hard when the feeling of him between my legs was so good, but I wasn’t satisfied with glorified dry humping. I wanted the magnificent beast inside me.

  He pulled down my panties, exposing all of me before him.

  He looked down at me, gaze full of admiration. That admiration was reciprocal. I couldn’t believe such a man was in front of me, wanting me like this. I couldn’t even believe such a man existed, or that I’d be able to touch him. To pretend, even just for a moment, that he was mine and always would be…

  I shivered. This was about tonight. I wouldn’t think about the future because who knows what the future would bring? Right now, I was his for the taking, and I wanted him to take me.

  A large, commanding hand slid down my center, down my neck, over my breasts, over my abdomen. My legs hanging over the edge of the bed, he pushed my legs apart. He was going to go down on me, something I hadn’t been able to enjoy in years.

  I hope his skill matched his enthusiasm.

  Any doubt was swiftly taken care of as he laid a kiss right on my clit. Not too intense, not too weak, he treated it like what it was. A delicate pleasure center, which could make me scream if he treated it right. Treating it right was his goal, and he took it to the li
mit. As he kissed my nub, his fingers explored my flesh, poking around my folds, teasing them, getting them ready for what was about to come.

  Soon, they switched. His fingers along my clit, his tongue plunging inside me, tasting me. Even I could truly feel how wet I was down there, and usually I needed a guy to tell me. Miles, though, he was truly something special. He was above and beyond the call of duty when it came to someone to lust after.

  Delicately, he went to work. I fisted his hair, holding on as he teased me with his tongue and fingers. He wasn’t laser focused only on the sexy parts, realizing all the skin around me down there was just as sensual and in need of attention.

  Tides of bliss steadily rose inside me. I moaned quietly at first, and then began to cry out. Thank God this house was huge and Ashley was all the way on the other side of it. Still, I did my best to control myself, staying as quiet as I could.

  It was hard, especially since Miles seemed intent on making me unravel, and this was not a man to be denied.

  I bit down on my lip as the pleasure grew so much I could barely take it. My toes curled. My hips buckled. But Miles kept me relatively still in his grip so he could go on kissing me. Unconsciously, my legs wrapped around his head. Even my body was screaming that it didn’t want him to stop.

  God, he was good. I had to look down at him with a look that he demanded to keep going, but part of me so afraid that this would be the only time I could ever experience something like this.

  But no, I wouldn’t think about that now. Now, I would ride out these waves of pleasure, knowing that the longer I fought it the greater my reward. My heart raced as I struggled to hold on.

  “It’s okay,” Miles whispered against my sensitive core. His warm breath caressed the delicate folds of my skin. “We have all night, Destiny. You can let go. I won’t let you fall.”