Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  Easier if I caved.

  Easier if I groveled.

  Tyler was gone, and so was his support. His support and caring nature and those beautiful almond-shaped eyes that seemed to bring me solace. The only person that was worth still hanging onto was nowhere to be found, and in that very moment, my heart shattered.

  And I sobbed in my car as I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel.

  Chapter 23

  Tyler

  I slung my bag into the rental car before I hopped behind the wheel of the car. I sure as hell wasn’t flying back to New York City. If I was going to leave LA and start my life completely over, I was going to make it a hell of a road trip along the way. I was over and done with LA anyway. It was Luke’s idea to open some bullshit place here so he could be closer to his family. Doesn’t make any fucking sense for me to stick around.

  My family’s not the one in LA anyway.

  I was an idiot to come out here. To think a family like his could not be batshit crazy. The way he talked about his family, it was like their shit smelled of lavender and roses. Like they could do no wrong. Except all I saw was them taking their solid gold shits on Amber while they tried to plaster on smiles.

  And Luke! That was some fucking shit, him doing what the hell he did. He accused me of throwing all this away on some pussy? He was the one freaking out that his grown ass sister was getting some hot sex! He was the one that blew a fucking gasket, not me. He was the one that was pissed I was screwing his sister, not me. He was the one that blew all this up over some pussy, not me!

  If anything, LA had been nothing but heartache since I’d gotten here. From the moment we stepped into that fucking house, and I realized who his sister was, I was done for. The moment she came out of that kitchen in that plain pair of jeans and that stupid shirt that covered all the curves I could remember, I knew it would be a hell of a ride for sure.

  I didn’t think it would end the fucking company, though.

  I pulled into a gas station to top off the tank and get some drinks. I’d need the fuel to drive through the night just so I could rest easy that Luke wouldn’t try to pull some shit and follow me. That dude was a pussy when it came to driving at night, so I had to use that to my advantage. LA would watch the red taillights of my car recede while I flicked it off and told it to kiss my fucking ass.

  I walked into the gas station and got me some energy drinks and paid for the gas at pump one before I came out to top off the tank. The damn rental place didn’t even get the car filled up before they handed it over to me, so I made sure to take a picture and note it so I could cash in on it later. No one could fucking take advantage of me.

  I was Tyler fucking Raymond. I did what I want, felt what I want, and didn’t let anyone bully me or boss me around.

  Luke was learning that lesson the hard way.

  I came back out to the car and put the drinks into the backseat before I popped the gas tank open. A car rolled up beside me at pump two, blaring some dumbass music or some shit. I tried to take deep breaths and keep my anger under control. The last thing I needed was a police officer arresting me for acting out when my nerves were already shot.

  I shoved the pump nozzle into my tank. I propped the nozzle up and leaned against the car, my ribcage rumbling with the music coming from that fucking car. The nerve of people to not give a shit about others around them. I was going to give them a piece of my mind through gritted teeth. I could tell the music was bothering other people, so now I had an excuse.

  You can’t bother other people with your loud ass shit.

  “Excuse me, could you turn the music down.”

  I looked around the pumping bay and saw a woman leaning up against a car I recognized. The Mustang GT in gray blared its music as the woman’s eyes grew wide. I scanned her body, not sure I was seeing who I thought I was.

  And then that beautiful smile lit up her face.

  “Tyler?” Amber asked.

  “Amber,” I said.

  “Music too loud?” she said, smirking. “What are you doing? I didn’t think you came with a car.”

  “I didn’t. It’s a rental,” I said.

  “Where’re you headed?” she asked.

  “Out of town.

  “Wait. Why?” she asked.

  “Nothing here for me,” I said.

  “What do you mean there’s nothing here for you. You’ve got your business and the office space. The loft above it and—”

  I looked into her eyes and begged her to say it. Every single part of me wanted to hear her finish that statement. Her eyes grew distant, and she turned her gaze back to the counter on the pump station she was at. I felt my heart sink to my stomach while she heaved a heavy sigh.

  “I tried calling you, you know,” she said. “Before my parents cut my phone off.”

  “Your parents cut your phone off?” I asked.

  “Yeah. They cut off everything. My credit cards, how I paid my rent, my phone. And all because I registered a business name,” she said.

  “You what? Wait. Backup a second. When did all this happen?” I asked.

  “This morning,” she said.

  “Shit. Amber, I was trying to find you this morning. Call you. Get you to pick up your damn phone.”

  “You were the one calling me this morning?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I was. I called like, four or five times. What was happening?”

  “I was fighting with my parents. Did you know my crazy ass family has a private investigator on retainer? They were having me fucking followed, Tyler. Digging into my shit. I registered the business name over the weekend, and they fucking cornered me about it,” she said.

  “They hired a PI? Are you sure?” I asked.

  “Of course, I’m sure. They told me. That’s what the fight was about! They tried to strongarm me into some stupid ass promise I made when I was seventeen. Mom wouldn’t even let me get your damn number off of my phone. Said if it was so important she’d look it up for me.”

  “So, you didn’t answer because of the fight. Not because of me?” I asked.

  “Not because of you,” she said, sighing. “But, they cut me off from everything, Tyler. In three weeks, I’ll be homeless. I’ll be living out of my car because it’s all my savings will afford me until I can find a decent full-time job. For all I know, I won’t even have medical insurance anymore.”

  All I could do was stare at her. As if this insane fucking family couldn’t get any worse, they’d thrown their daughter to the wolves over some stupid family business. I watched her cross her arms as tears rose to her eyes. She was shaking, obviously still emotional from the morning’s events.

  “And now you’re leaving, so fuck this,” she said.

  “I was leaving because I thought you didn’t want me. You weren’t answering your phone, and you weren’t at your apartment, and I just thought it was over.”

  “So, if I asked you to come back to my apartment, would you come?” she asked.

  “Is that something you want?” I asked.

  “Holy hell, more than ever,” she breathed, tears dripping down her face. “Come back to the apartment with me, Tyler. Please.”

  Our pumps both clicked at the same time, and it elicited chuckles from both of us. It was like the gas station was clapping our inevitable victory. Amber wiped her nose off on her shirt before she pulled the pump from her tank. I screwed the top back on my rental car gas tank and shut it closed.

  “Would you like to lead the way?” I asked.

  “Sure, follow me.”

  Chapter 24

  Amber

  I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. While my entire world was falling apart around me, the only thing that was stuck in my head were his eyes. I was zooming down the road, and I felt his hand on my knee. My hair was blowing in the wind, and I could feel his fingertips pulling it back. I got out to pump gas, and all I could see were his eyes.

  And then, there he was. Standing right in
front of me at the station.

  We stumbled into my apartment, his lips everywhere on me. I no longer cared who saw us. Who walked in, or who tried to destroy us. I’d lost everything, and yet here he was. Wanting me more than ever. Calling me beautiful and groping his hands everywhere across my skin. I dropped my purse and keys to the floor while his foot kicked my front door shut. We stumbled to my couch, our hands peeling each other’s clothes off before I dropped to my knees.

  His cock was throbbing, thick with precum that needed to be sucked from its tip.

  Before he could ask, I took it between my lips. He flopped onto the couch while I scooted between his legs. My fingernails dug into his thighs as I took him to the back of my throat, closing it around him while he squirmed on the couch. His precum was hot, leaking from his tip while he thrust deep down my throat.

  I could feel his cock warming and expanding with every suck I took. I could feel him shivering with every swallowing motion I made. His body lurched, pressing his hips closer and closer to me while he relished how my tongue swirled around the tip of his dick.

  At this moment, I had him at my command. He was a writhing, moaning mess on my couch, and I was in control. His hand tangled itself into my hair, pulling me closer as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I swallowed my gag reflex, breathing steadily through my nose while his legs shook. I could feel his end almost approaching. I could feel his dick swelling in my throat, taunting me with the sweet cum I wanted to swallow.

  Faster and harder I sucked, bobbing my head while my hand cupped his balls. I could feel them hanging low with want, filling with the cum I knew he wanted to release from his body. I gobbled him down, my lips swelling with the effort it took to unhinge my jaw and get it around his thick cock. But to me, it didn’t matter. The way his head lobbed back and began to sweat for me was enough to know I was doing this right.

  That I was giving him what he wanted.

  But before he blew his load, he wrenched my mouth from his cock and pulled me up for a kiss. His arms hooked underneath mine, and I could feel his dick throbbing against my stomach. His tongue searched along the insides of my cheeks, scooping his taste off my skin. I smiled while kissing him back passionately, my hands pressing into his trembling thighs.

  Holy hell, the strength in his legs was enough to make me weak in mine.

  “Not yet. That’s not where I want to be,” he breathed.

  I pulled him into my room, and we fell to the bed. I climbed onto his lap and slid my dripping wet pussy onto his cock. I could feel my pussy expanding, massaging his dick as I watched his eyes widen. His arms cloaked my back while I rocked in his lap, and soon our breaths were in sync while our bodies chased their own inevitable ecstasy.

  I bounced on his lap, my juices covering his skin. My fluids were dripping down his balls as my lips were everywhere on his neck. My hands curled into his hair while his lips peppered my tits with kisses, and he drew a nipple into his mouth just as my pussy began to flutter against his dick. I felt him pulsing inside me, begging me to fall over the precipice I was running up so he could revel in how warm I was.

  How swollen I was.

  How wet I was.

  “Tyler. Tyler, please. Don’t stop. I’m almost there. I’m going to come.”

  I leaned my head back, raking my fingernails across his shoulders as my body shook on top of his lap. He kept pounding into me relentlessly, his hips rearing off the bed while I grabbed onto his hair for leverage. The growl that peeled from between his lips brought me down from my high, and soon I was being hoisted into the air and carried into the bathroom.

  “Turn the water on hot,” he said.

  I reached down, his dick still throbbing inside me, and turned on the water of my shower. In one fell swoop, he lifted us both into the shower. We didn’t even bother closing the curtain as water spewed everywhere in my bathroom. His eyes held mine as he pressed my back to the wall. For a second, I thought he could read my mind. I felt like he was digging into the depths of my soul and trying to peel me out. Like he knew I had retreated, and he was trying to get me back.

  Slowly, his hips began to roll. My back was pinned against the cool shower wall, puckering my nipples to almost painful peaks. With every thrust, my eyes fluttered. Every time he bottomed out inside me, I moaned. He felt so good, filling me the way he did. The places he hit and the electricity that flowed through my body was unmatched, even with the pleasure I could give myself.

  There was nothing like Tyler, and there would never be anyone like Tyler.

  I ran my fingertips through his hair before I pulled him into a kiss. His lips were soft and light. Like an eclipsed moon shining its beauty even though it was blocked by the sun. I saw how my brother eclipsed him, how Luke thought he was better than him at times because of their drastically different backgrounds.

  But I saw him.

  Him and his beauty.

  “You’re intoxicating, Amber,” he said.

  “Say it again,” I whispered.

  “You’re intoxicating,” he said.

  “Again.”

  “You’re intoxicating.”

  He punctuated every single word with a thrust before his lips descended onto my neck. He sucked in a patch of skin, sending shivers down my spine as the water battered down onto our bodies. The streams of water rippled down every crevice of his chiseled muscles, painting his body the same shade of red his angry cock had been in my living room. I groaned when I felt his teeth, his mouth marking me as his for the world to see.

  I wanted him to suck it until I was black and blue.

  I wanted everyone to see exactly who had me now. Who held me and cherished me and called me the most beautiful names.

  “Take me, Tyler,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  He pulled his hips back before he snapped them into mine, and my tits bounced against his chest. He snapped them again as I jumped against the wall, then he snapped them again while my body began to tremble. With every thrust, he slid against that beautiful spot. With every pound, my legs twitched around him. His chest pressed me into the wall, our bodies drenched in water, while his hands slid to my thighs and helped to keep me upright.

  I could feel him shaking with the exertion, but all I could do was claw at his back and lick his skin. I had lost all control of my body. All control of my mind and my soul. I did what instinctively came to me while his body assaulted my hips. Then, when I could no longer hold on, I laid back against the wall and droned his name.

  “Tyler. Tyler. Yes, oh fuck. Tyler. Tyler. You fuck me so good. Yes.”

  “Hell, Amber. You feel so fucking good. I can’t last much longer.”

  I felt his hips beginning to stutter, and I knew he was almost there. I slid my fingertips between my dripping folds and flicked my swollen clit, and it only took once to throw me over the edge. I moaned as water splashed all around us, flooding the bathroom floor as Tyler finally stilled inside me.

  And when I felt him twitch and spill himself into my body, I raised my head up and captured his lips in a kiss.

  Our bodies were quaking as the hot water battered our sore and tender limbs. Our foreheads connected while the two of us breathed each other’s air, our hair drenched with trails of water that flowed around our faces and dripped from our noses. I could see the smile plastered on his face, showing me how good he felt after everything that had transpired between us.

  But, there was only one thing that would make this perfect.

  And I was going to get perfect. If only once.

  “Let’s go lay down,” I said.

  “Good idea. I’m exhausted,” he said.

  I shut the water off, and we dried off with towels before we laid down in bed. Our reddened, naked bodies faced one another while our hair drenched the pillows. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as Tyler’s thumb traced light circles on the apples of my cheeks. I danced my fingertips down
his chiseled abdomen, feeling every divot of every muscle he painstakingly toned over the years of his life.

  We fell asleep in each other’s arms that afternoon, in the middle of the day without a care in the world. I didn’t know what we were going to do when we woke up, but I knew one thing was certain.

  No one could spoil this moment again. I would finally get to wake up to Tyler’s face, and I had a feeling we would both be smiling.

  Chapter 25

  Tyler

  I woke up the next morning with my arms wrapped around Amber. Her soft curves pressed into me while her body rose and fell with her breathing. She looked so peaceful in the sunlight streaming through her window, and I knew I should be happy. I was looking at the only thing that was still keeping me in LA, but the only thing I felt was sadness. I locked my arms around her and pulled her close, feeling her breasts fold against my arms. She shifted around and buried herself into my body before she pressed a sleepy kiss onto my chest.