Fake Fiancé Next Door_A Small Town Romance

by Piper Sullivan

  She shook her head and sighed. “No. I prefer to work on problems with actual solutions.”

  If only she knew how I really felt, but I wouldn’t tell her, not even if she asked. “Did all this cooking help you figure out the problem?”

  “Maybe. I need to think on it a little longer.”

  I couldn’t look away as her back arched while she scooped her hair up into a messy bun. I just wanted to take it down and watch it fall over her bare shoulders.

  “Okay then, tell me how you learned to do all that computer stuff?’

  She licked her lips and grinned, gesturing for me to sit. “You might not realize it, but having the most notorious gangster in the city for a father made it hard to keep friends. After awhile I just stopped trying and turned to the computer. I could meet people from all over the world with shared interests. One of those people was a college professor who taught me a couple programming languages. It kind of spiraled from there.”

  “You weren’t worried he was some kind of pervert?”

  She laughed. “Not at first, but spend any amount of time online and you pick up on it pretty quick. Back then I was worried, but Alan only talked about programming and jobs I could do. He still hasn’t tried to meet me.”

  “You still talk to him? Are you insane?”

  “He’s more than capable of finding me if he wants. And I can find him if I wanted too. We just trade tricks and I’ve done a little consulting work for him. All legit,” she added before I could ask.

  I wondered if Seamus knew any of this about his daughter. “So is that what you want to do when you get your degree?” For some reason I assumed she would stay on at Cerulean. Close by.

  “I don’t know. I thought I might like to run Cerulean Shipping but now I’m not sure.”

  “This is good,” I pointed a fork at my half-empty plate. “You’re worried that what your dad does with the Cearul organization is too intertwined with the Cerulean Shipping company?”

  She took a long pull off the sweaty beer bottle. “Yes, but not how you think. I’ve already got systems in place to hide that. My problem is that too many of Dad’s people work at the company.”

  My brows rose. “Never took you for a snob Fi, these people are just like me and Seamus.”

  “No you jerk, it’s because they’re unqualified and they don’t listen. I can’t work for a company designed to fail. Do you think Billy Fists ever delivers mail? Or that Ciara forwards calls when they come in? Because they don’t, and customers don’t like being hung up on, and they certainly don’t like their calls going unreturned. Or have contracts waiting to be signed.” She stood with her plate and grabbed the beer. “I’ll finish my meal inside. Alone.”

  How could I read her so wrong? I’m damn good at reading people, it’s an essential part of the job, knowing when a guy really doesn’t have information and when he’s holding out. But with Fiona I keep getting it all wrong.

  I bit into the delicious chocolate cake with the Bailey’s frosting and smiled. I knew one area where I got it right with her, and I knew I could use that to my benefit.

  Fiona

  I woke up on the fifth day of our stay at the cabin determined to change things between me and Keane. Why did I let him get to me, other than the obvious that I had a thing for him? A major thing. So what if he didn’t think much of me, aside from being hot for him I didn’t think much of him either.

  Waking up with our bodies glued together again, something I suspected he did just to get in my head, gave me an idea. But first I needed to sort out my Dad’s problem.

  I got up and went back to work trying to find out where the problem in the shipment had come from, a task that shouldn’t be all that hard since I made the tracking program that created unique numbers for every crate, box and barrel inside the truck. The problem I had centered around the fact that shipping codes were often created weeks, sometimes months before they were actually shipped anywhere. Especially when it came to private importers and antiquities for museums and private collections.

  So I spent the day down the rabbit hole. I’d only gotten about halfway down before dinner rolled around.

  Time to put my plan into action.

  I chopped and seasoned potatoes for fries and popped them in the oven. “Hey Keane, can you grill a few burgers for dinner?”

  He was silent for a moment before giving a grunted, “Sure.”

  With a smile I made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave before slicking strawberry scented body oil all over. A hint of lipstick across my lips and a little shimmery bronzer across my face and chest. I slid a long maxi dress over my head. No underwear. Not needed. Tonight I would lose my virginity to Keane.

  If he didn’t piss me off again.

  I stepped into the kitchen, and stopped to soak him in at the grill looking extra manly as the smoke wafted up. Since we got here he’d shed his always present leather jacket in favor of dark jeans and t-shirts, mostly white and grey because that’s just the kind of man he was. And damn he looked fine as hell in those jeans that hugged his ass and strong thighs so perfectly that I sometimes hoped I’d come back as a pair of Levis.

  My whole body was set aflame just watching him put the beer bottle to his lips, seeing the jump of his Adam’s apple beaded my nipples under the thin layer of cotton I wore. Yeah, I was ready for this. At least that’s what I told myself to keep my nerve up.

  “Smells good,” I told him through the window as I pulled the fries from the oven. The smile he flashed me made my insides jump.

  “Thanks. My meat’s the juiciest.”

  My shoulders shook with laughter at his double entendre. “I cannot believe you just said that!”

  “It was just hanging there, waiting for me.” That boyish shrug did more than his panty-melting smile had.

  “Are they close to done, or we going for the full hockey puck?” I laughed at the affronted look he shot me and finished slicing tomatoes, lettuce and pickles. If I went through with this tonight, I was sure I’d need all the fuel I could get.

  “They’re thick and juicy, so I’d say they’re done.”

  This whole not wearing underwear thing felt kind of dicey with the way he was talking, the way he looked at me. I was pretty sure if anyone touched me there now they’d find me dripping with need. But somehow I managed to get the buns, condiments and fixings out to the patio.

  “Let’s eat then.”

  Keane popped the cap on two beers and we dug in. “What’s up?” he asked around a mouthful of burger.

  “What do you mean?” I blinked innocently. Twice.

  He put the burger down and crossed his arms, drawing my attention to those delicious biceps. “I mean, you’ve been prickly as hell for days. Taking everything I say the wrong way. Now you’re smiling and laughing like we’re old friends.”

  Ouch. “So we’re not old friends?”

  Jaws clenched, he struggled for how to respond. Of course we weren’t friends because he would never allow it. “We go way back.”

  That’s one way to put it. “For the record, I just took you at your words so I wasn’t misinterpreting anything.” I held up a hand to stop the defense I knew he’d attempt. “But I’ve decided that I don’t care what you think. It’s not like we were ever really friends, right?”

  “Well, ah…,” he was speechless. Good.

  “Anyway, I don’t need the friendship of someone who thinks so little of me. But, I do need to get laid and if nothing else, you’re attracted to me.”

  He froze, beer half way to his mouth. His eyes met mine.

  “And you want me to fuck you Fiona?”

  I nodded, refusing to be shocked by his language, refusing to chicken out. “Yes Keane, I want us to fuck. While we’re up here away from…everything. Then we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled lives.”

  “You sure that’s what you want?”

  “Are you interested?” I didn’t want to get into some silly conversation about expectations and a
ll that.

  “You know I am.” His voice was low and steely with intent. His gaze met mine with an intensity that made me quake.

  I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep my lips from trembling.

  “Good.”

  “Be sure Fiona, because once we get started there’s no turning back.”

  This time I couldn’t help but shiver at his words.

  “You don’t need to protect me in this Keane. I know what I’m doing.” No, no I really didn’t know, and now I was starting to feel a bit panicked. But I was already committed.

  He knocked back the rest of his beer. “I’m not sure that you do.”

  “Yes or no?”

  Keane stood so fast he knocked over his chair. Food forgotten, he stalked towards me pulling me up, cupping my face, he kissed me roughly, as though he were punishing me for making him want me. I didn’t give a damn. All I cared about was Keane. Having him.

  At least temporarily.

  He cupped my ass and squeezed. “Legs up,” he grunted against my mouth. As soon as I complied—sweet heavens that cock felt so delicious—he walked us back inside and laid me on the sofa. “Fiona,” he groaned.

  “Yes I’m sure. Fuck!” Sitting up, I unfastened his jeans, freeing his erection. I wrapped my fingers around his bare flesh. “So hot. So hard.” I tried for a confidence I didn’t feel, but I couldn’t risk Keane going all honorable on me before sealing the deal.

  “Goddammit Fiona!” He pulled my legs forward until I was sitting on the edge of the sofa and knelt before me. The hem of my dress balled in his hands as he slowly dragged it up my body and over my head. “Fuck, Fi. You’re beautiful. I can’t believe you were naked under there the whole time.”

  Eyes closed as his hands skimmed up my body, I savored the feel of his reverent touch. “Keane,” I moaned and put my hands on his chest to steady myself. He took me in another punishing kiss, grasping my tits, my ass, everywhere his hands could reach.

  His lips left mine and trailed down my neck and breasts, tongue swirling one nipple while his fingers pinched and pulled the other, making me gasp. The sensation shooting from the tips of my nipples all the way down to my pussy.

  He kissed and nibbled his way down my belly while his strong hands gripped my ass so hard I knew I’d be bruised later, but God it felt good. “Fuck you smell good,” he inhaled the scent of my arousal, and as turned on as I felt, I also was a little self-conscious.

  “You don’t have to-oh!” His tongue parted my folds and touched my clit which set off a spark deep within me.

  “You don’t like having your pretty little cunt licked Fi? Too bad because I won’t stop until you beg me to. Got it?”

  Cocky bastard. “Whatever you say.” I just wanted his mouth back on my pussy because that shit felt like Christmas and my birthday rolled into the sweet afterlife.

  One hand low on my belly he pushed me down on the couch and shoved my knees beside my ears, licking at my dripping pussy as I writhed beneath him. My legs trembled but he just held them, held me wide open at his mercy and stabbed my cunt with his tongue as juices ran down my ass, his chin.

  Keane had every reason to feel cocky if this was any indication of his skills. His tongue knew every spot to pull a reaction from me, surprising gasps and moans from me as he worked me over. The sound of my moisture on his lips and tongue should have embarrassed me, but it only made me wetter. Hotter. The slurping sound he made against my clit finally broke my resolve as my orgasm tore through me. “Keane. Oh, Keane.” But he didn’t stop, just sucked my sensitive clit until I pounded his shoulders with my fists. “Please Keane. Please.”

  He laughed, and the vibrations against my pussy sent me up and over again, flooding my pussy.

  “Okay, stop. Please Keane, stop.”

  Finally his tongue slowed and then stopped. “I love hearing you beg.” He stood over me and shucked his jeans and shirt.

  I sighed and reached for him. His cock was big and angry looking. Long and so engorged I couldn’t wrap one hand fully around it. I felt my pussy pulse just thinking about it sliding into me. I held him, squeezed and pumped until he hissed and a little bead of liquid formed at the slit. I swiped my tongue across it and he growled and gripped the nape of my neck. He actually fucking growled. “Salty but not bad.”

  “Fiona,” he growled and pushed me back against the cushions. “You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you Fi?” Gripping his cock in one hand, he teased rubbed my opening over and over until his fat head glistened with my cream.

  “I could be. With the right enticement.”

  I felt the tip breach my opening and I had to tell myself not to hold my breath and tense up. Everyone said it would hurt like hell even with his impressive tongue action. “I have the right enticement for you,” he shot me a sexy grin and slid in. Halfway. “You want it?”

  Fuck yeah I wanted it. “Yes Keane.” I’ve wanted this moment since I was fourteen and knew what sex was thanks to my forays on the internet. Then he thrust in fully, and I absolutely could not stop a shriek from escaping me.

  Keane froze, a dark scowl marring his gorgeous features. “Fiona? Goddammit Fi!”

  I wrapped my legs around him to keep him right where he was. Now that the pain ebbed, I felt my pussy clench around him. “You’ve already done it Keane. Now make it good.”

  With a defiant and possibly angry glare, he slid all the way out and slammed back in. Over and over he repeated the move until I went out of my mind with lust and pleasure and longing. His silence spoke volumes of his anger but I couldn’t let myself focus on that when he drove my body insane. “Look at me Fiona. Look at the way you coat my cock. Watch me sink into that tight pussy.”

  The sight was pure eroticism and I couldn’t look away. He pounded hard and fast into me, harder and faster until I could only hold on surrender to the sensation of being ridden hard. It felt delicious and it hurt, and I was completely lost as another orgasm ripped through me. His name on my lips. “Holy shit,” I panted while my pussy continued to throb and pulse as he pumped me relentlessly, squeezing my breasts hard enough to bruise.

  “Ah, Fiona!” Then I felt him pulse and throb, flooding my pussy with his own juices all while his hips slowly kept thrusting. “Fuck.”

  Yeah I knew how he felt, but even with my eyes closed, I felt the moment pleasure fled and reality set in. His body tightened and he left my body. I braced myself for what was to come. In a way, I supposed I deserved it, though I hardly thought so. “Just say it already.”

  “You should have told me.”

  “Why? It’s my business and I don’t need anyone deciding whether or not it’s a good idea. I decide for me.”

  “You should have told me.” His voice sounded cold. Indifferent.

  “Yeah well now you know.” I picked up my dress and sought refuge in what was quickly becoming my quiet room. The bathroom.

  Though the afterglow of my first time quickly wore off, my body still hummed with desire and a small smile crossed my lips as I stepped into the hot spray of the shower.

  It was better than anything I had ever imagined it would feel like.

  Keane

  If there wasn’t already a spot reserved in hell for me, there sure as shit was now. I’d fucked Fiona. Seamus’ daughter. Seen her naked, tasted every inch of her over and over. After the first time I couldn’t get enough of her and whenever I reached for her, she eagerly responded.

  Despite my anger after our first time, and her refusal to speak to me after, I’d pounded that tight, sweet pussy two more times that first night and three more the next. We fucked until we were both slick with sweat and Fiona clung to me like I was all that kept her from floating away. But my words still burned deep and after every orgasm she turned over and fell asleep without a word.

  None of that explained why I had a one way express ticket to hell though. No that had to do with the fact that I was even more full of shit than Fiona. She had inexperience on her side, so there’d been no way for
her to know that she wouldn’t be able to give me her body for the first time and keep her emotions out of it. I knew it though, and I knew I’d condemned myself to hell the moment I pushed through that barrier. But I’d done it anyway because my need for her was too great. Too strong.

  But eventually this would all crash spectacularly around us. Here in the bubble of the cabin we could fuck with wild abandon and enjoy all the things that went along with exploring a new lover. But soon, probably very soon, reality would intrude and we would have to face it. And Seamus. Whether we wanted to or not.

  “Could you please think a little quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep.” Head still buried deep under the blanket, I could hear the frustration in her voice. She tugged the blanket down so all I could see were big blue eyes. “What is it, morning after regrets? Just do what the girls on campus do, pretend it never happened.”

  I frowned but she’d already ducked back under. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? “Is that what you think this is?”

  “What else could it be?” The matter of fact way she spoke got to me. It pissed me off if I was being honest and I didn’t know why.

  “Eventually we’ll have to head back to Boston, Fi.”

  “I am well aware of where we both live. Are you worried I’ll change my mind and start stalking you? Well don’t. I want you Keane, I have pretty much since I knew how to want a man. But I have no expectations where you’re concerned.”

  Though I couldn’t see her face, I could hear a tremor of fear and uncertainty under her words. I should have been offended, instead I felt angry. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  With a heavy sigh she flipped the blanket down and laid me bare with the rawness of her stare. “It means I thought I was in love with you for years. I’d never felt for any of the guys I dated half of what I felt for you. And that’s still true, which is why I wanted to do this with you, but at least those other guys respected me. So while this is nice and a kind of wish fulfillment, I know what it is and what it isn’t.”