Cocky M.D.: Single Dad Fake Fiancee Romance (Steel Series Book 5)

by Victoria Pinder

  “Finally, a compliment,” I said and reached for the strap of her bathing suit. Touching was easier than talking.

  I lowered one down, and her body pinkened as she asked, “Were you needing one?”

  I tugged out one of her nipples, which still seemed to have some dark spots from my suckling earlier. “I do have some lingering questions about you, but generally I think we have a good thing going on.”

  I lifted her onto the table and stayed in my chair so that I could feast on her.

  She didn’t argue but instead curled her hands around my head and asked, “Can I answer anything for you?”

  “No.” I took the strap off her other shoulder so I could see all of her. “I’ll figure you out on my own, but before we head in to read… I need to decide which of these is my favorite.”

  She chuckled. “You want to pick your favorite breast?”

  “Yes.” I traced both of her nipples, one at a time, and said, “They are both sweet to suckle, perk up fast…”

  I sucked one of them in, and she moaned. I let it go and did the same for the other. She held me tighter.

  Olivia’s responsiveness was a bonus. If there was such a thing as love, she was seriously the kind of woman a man dreamed about, so maybe we had it all.

  Chapter Twelve

  Olivia

  With my butt on a table next to the pool and Johnny in the seat between my thighs as the moon grew in the sky, I was hot and aching. Johnny’s lips sucking my nipple while he flicked the other one made me sensitive.

  With expert skill, he slipped my bathing suit off and traced my legs to my inner thighs. Wherever he touched, he left a trail of goose bumps.

  My nipples were erect, and my lady parts were slippery in anticipation. He kissed me, and heat rushed through every cell of my body. I was practically naked, stretched out for him like I was the dessert.

  Blazing was too tame a word for how I felt. He flicked my breasts, and my nipples bounced. I was half crazed and ready for us to be one. Need rushed through me fast, and desire coursed through my veins. I had no clothing barrier as he stroked my lady bits.

  Then he opened my thighs and nibbled at the opening of my core. I rocked as his tongue found my button and he licked and teased me.

  My insides swelled, and I hoped he would take me fast. I could hardly breathe.

  The fire inside me grew, and my hips swiveled as his attentions grew faster. My clit was roaring with hunger, and little spasms of pleasure erupted from my hands to my feet.

  His tongue stopped, and I reached out and helped his dick out of that bathing suit of his.

  His wood grew as I freed him, then he took it in hand and pushed in.

  My eyes could hardly stay open as my muscles spasmed. Fuck.

  I held him as he thrust deep. A storm cloud started to cover my eyes. As his hands pressed against my ass, he hammered into my vagina. I was his.

  He continued to pound fast and furiously. I was sure my hair was a tangled mess. A hurricane swirled inside me. I arched backward to enjoy the climax.

  He continued to ride me, and I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself. He slid so deep. We were one. As he fucked me, he took my hand.

  I was near oblivion and a bundle of nerves as he continued to ram into me. My muscles spasmed. I could have sworn I saw stars.

  Then his lips suckled my breasts again as he continued to invade my body. I bounced, caught in a whirlwind of desire. He lunged in and out of me, impaling all of me. I was lost.

  What held me in my body was the tenderness of holding hands. There was a spark there, too, and it jolted straight to my soul.

  As I started to come back into my body, it was like another firework had gone off. I was his. My thighs were trembling, and my heart was beating unbelievably fast.

  Then his lips met mine, and his kiss sent me over the edge as he pounded into me. I couldn’t hold on anymore, and bliss took over my body. I was lost, and I was his all in the same moment.

  Night was truly in the sky as I finished cleaning up in the bathroom near the pool and returned to the backyard. My toes were still curling.

  Johnny’s face still had a bit of a flush. He placed his hand protectively on my back and asked, “Are you ready to go see my son?”

  I stroked his chin, loving the feel of his slightly rough skin. “You look satisfied.”

  He cupped my ass as we walked on the small path back to his house. “This was only the appetizer. I get more once my son doesn’t want you.”

  Insatiable. I wondered if he would always be like that. “We’ll have to work on that naughty streak in you.”

  “Oh.” His arms traced my body like he was trying to learn every part of me. “Are you going to teach me to be good now when we both know you want me?”

  I sucked on my bottom lip, which still tingled from when he’d kissed me. “That’s an impossible task. You just have to keep my secret.”

  He winked like he understood, then he gently swatted my behind. “Secrets can be fun.”

  I chuckled.

  As we made it to the balcony steps, I asked, “Would great sex be enough to make you happy forever?”

  He stared at my breasts and said, “I’m willing to find out.”

  I wished we could have a chance for more. Being with him felt beautiful. It made me believe that emotion wasn’t just in books. “Did something happen to you that made you think relationships were only supposed to be business deals?”

  He narrowed his gaze and stopped walking up the stairs. “Are you asking if I’ve ever been in love?”

  I turned toward him. He was on a lower step than I was, almost putting us at eye level. “I guess, even a little.”

  He held my hips and pulled me closer, so I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ruby wasn’t a bad wife, even if she wasn’t my choice.”

  “Yeah?” I asked as my pulse quickened. “I thought from how you talked, it wasn’t love.”

  He swallowed and let me go. “You won’t like the story.”

  Johnny tapped his forearm like he was playing music until I squeezed his muscle. “You can’t put that out then take it back.”

  He tilted his head, conceding. “She was chosen for me. I didn’t want to have children, as she was so weak, but she insisted. And it was nice that she needed me. Normally with patients, they go home, and I never see them again.”

  My body had chills. “I see. So your marriage transformed in time to a love match.”

  He shrugged and held me again. “No. It fell into a pattern where she was weak and needed help. And I liked being the hero.”

  I breathed easier. “And you have Bradley as a reminder.”

  He nodded and stared at my lips as he said, “He’s more like me, to be honest. I don’t see any of his mother in him, really, but then I never really saw more of her than what she wanted me to see.”

  I pushed my hair behind my ears. “Oh?”

  He made circles on my spine as he said, “I knew she was there for my money. She never made a secret of it, but at least she was easy to get along with.”

  I covered my face. That was what he wanted, for us to fall into that pattern. “That’s hard, as you don’t know what’s in the other’s heart.”

  He waited till I dropped my hands and searched my face and said, “Affection is for the lower classes, or so my father said.”

  My chest felt hollow. He didn’t believe he could love me because he’d never seen it, which was strange, as he had many brothers. I sighed and said, “Your parents weren’t in love?”

  “No.” He took a step. “Romance is for those who want to delude themselves, though to contradict my father, I do notice patients with families get better faster. So there is something to having people to come home to, like you and Bradley.”

  We didn’t say anything as we finished going up the stairs. He took my hand and led me to his room, but I shook my head and said, “You can come help me read Bradley his bedtime story.”

  He kissed my cheek and said,
“I have a business call to make, but I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  For a moment, I was lost. I swallowed but didn’t argue.

  I grabbed a change of clothes in my room and stared at myself in the mirror. The woman staring back was almost a stranger. My lips were fuller from being kissed. My body ached for a man, and I realized quickly that I was in love.

  Damn. I wouldn’t deny it. I had no idea how to prove to him that I didn’t care about his money. The hairs on my arms stood on end as I realized I wasn’t ready to settle into comfort with him either.

  So I went into his son’s room, grabbed a book about bears, and sat down beside Bradley.

  Out of all my students, he’d always been my favorite. Other students had needed me, but until Bradley, I’d never let myself admit to any affection.

  In two more days, Johnny and Bradley would become major parts of my life.

  Yet I wished the woman staring at me in the mirror could fall in love the old-fashioned way. That wish didn’t help me, though, so I tried to let it go.

  My stomach was full of butterflies as I read the cute story.

  Once I finished, I kissed his forehead and said, “Bradley, tomorrow I’ll need your help in finding a dress to marry your father in.”

  He curled into his bed and said, “I’m happy you’re here forever, Olivia.”

  “Good night,” I said and stood from the bed.

  I closed the door behind me then hugged my waist as I returned to the hall. As I neared the master suite, the door opened. Johnny was standing in green boxer shorts.

  My heart fluttered. “Johnny?”

  “Get in here,” he said and opened the door wider.

  Right. I wished he cared about me, but for the moment and hopefully forever, maybe I could be okay with whatever was between us. I passed him and said, “We can do whatever you want.”

  He closed the door, and I ignored the pings in my heart.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Johnny

  I woke up, and Little Johnny was awake and aware that the sexy body beside me was still warm. I could have sworn he’d grown even bigger since we’d had sex. He was hard and ready for Olivia.

  If it was only about sex, life with her would be easier. But I kept wondering if she’d crossed too many of my defenses.

  If my heart was hers, she would have me. And I couldn’t let that happen, at least not until I fully trusted that she was on the level.

  Her eyes fluttered open. I wondered what I could do to prove that she wasn’t just in it for my money. A plan formed. I’d asked Don, my maintenance guy, to fix her car the day before and bought her a new one to see which one she’d prefer. If she didn’t care about cash, then she was there for me. My heart hoped she was.

  In one more night, she would be my wife. I reached over her naked body to the small nightstand beside her, grabbed her phone, then put it in her hand.

  I grabbed mine beside me, and instead of saying good morning, I checked both her cars were good.

  Don confirmed he’d fixed the old one, and the new one was in the lot.

  Then my gaze narrowed. I wanted another round with her sexy body. However, I ignored my urges and said, “Call your sisters.”

  She glanced at the time, sat up, and adjusted the sheets so I couldn’t see her naked bits. “It’s early.”

  Is she waiting for a declaration from me, and that’s why she’s holding back? My heart skipped a beat, and I tugged on the sheets to remove them from her. “Then text.”

  She let out a sigh and nodded, though she continued to hold the sheet over her. “Fair enough. I can let them all know at once this way. Let me snap a picture of my ring.”

  She took a photo of her hand then hit Send. I looked over her shoulder as she typed out, I’m marrying my cocky doctor.

  I reached under the sheet and squeezed her breast as she put the phone down. “You think I’m cocky?”

  She laughed and crossed her arms. “Are you denying it?”

  I dove under the sheet to the apex of her thighs. Her skin was intoxicating. “No. I’m just surprised you didn’t write my name.”

  She opened her thighs and said, “I’ll tell them all about you once they wake up and call me.”

  I wanted her again. I grabbed a condom for later and pushed my finger into her. “Fair enough.”

  Her eyes drifted closed as I found her clit to stroke.

  “Olivia?”

  She let out a sigh as her face pinkened. “Yeah?”

  I tugged the sheet she’d been using to the floor, so she lay before me naked and glorious. “I’m choosing you, Olivia, because I want you.”

  “I believe that.”

  My cock hardened and demanded her attention. I sped up my pace with my finger to ensure she was ready.

  She curled her lips higher and said, “You are intoxicating.” She moaned.

  “Oh, I think you like this,” I said as her neck and body turned redder. Her nipples were hard like pebbles.

  She reached for my dick as she said, “Fine. You win. I surrender.”

  “I hope so,” I said and peeled her fingers off me. “I made you some appointments.”

  She sucked in her lips and let out little sighs. “Oh, okay. Tell me later.”

  I continued to pleasure her with my fingers as I readied myself.

  Her eyes rolled back, and she ran her fingers over my abs to urge me on.

  She rode my fingers until Little Johnny got into position.

  As I moved, she lifted her hips to invite me inside her core, which fit me like a glove.

  My balls were tight and ready. I moved my fingers and slid between her open thighs.

  She was ready and met my rhythm. Damn. Maybe I was addicted to her, but she was sweeter than honey on my lips.

  I pumped deep and fast into her. I needed her like I needed oxygen. Her eyes rolled back. She was expressive and moaning, and I knew she was in the throes of orgasm already.

  I couldn’t take it. I drilled her hard and increased my speed. I bashed her mound hard, and she let out sexy little screams.

  I knew she wanted it, as she held me and moaned my name. “Johnny.”

  Good. I pushed her over the edge. I couldn’t stop. I pounded until I released the pent-up swimmers of mine, which dove into her as I let out a groan. I continued to thrust deep into her until she was overflowing with my seed.

  She curled into me after I’d finished. I knew I’d acted like a bastard.

  I let her go and rushed to get a warm wet towel to clean her. I found it and returned quickly. She sat up and let me clean her.

  Once I finished scrubbing her, I dropped the cloth and held her tight.

  She fell back to sleep in my arms. My mind raced, and I wished I knew a better way to see if she cared about Bradley and me. I’d thrown it out there to buy her loyalty, but the question burned in my mind. Would she want me without money? I couldn’t sleep as I sorted out my thoughts.

  As birds chirped outside the window, I figured if I took my money out of the equation, I would see how she reacted. If she loved me for me, then little luxuries didn’t matter, at least until after the wedding.

  As she woke, I kissed her forehead and said, “So go and get yourself a wedding dress fit for the backyard.”

  She blinked, as if she was still trying to wake up, then nodded at me and said, “Okay.”

  “Great. I’m heading to the hospital, but I had your car fixed, and the car I bought for you is in the driveway.”

  She winced like I’d hurt her, and my chest felt hollow at the sight, though she said, “Good.”

  I’d been right. My heart wasn’t on the line. She was staying for the cash, not grandiose visions of love.

  She dressed and headed to the door as I grabbed my hospital badge.

  When she was in the hall, I called, “Before you go, there is one more thing.”

  She held the doorframe and said, “I should go see Bradley.”

  I uncurled her fingers then held her
closer to me, so we shared the same air. “In a minute.”

  She glanced up, though her eyelashes lowered as if waiting for me to kiss her. “What?”

  “This,” I said and granted her wish. Her lips were tasty, as sweet as she’d always seemed. I reached under her shirt and squeezed her breast.

  She shook her head lightly and squeezed my hips. “Johnny.”

  I swallowed then whispered into her ear, “I’m addicted to your body, Olivia.”

  She sighed and gave me more access to her neck. “Yeah?”

  I sucked her sweet skin, which I needed more than water, and my cock grew hard again. “I need you more than twice a week.”

  She hugged me and said, “I thought that was just a minimum.”

  Fuck yes. She was good and letting me have her. Sex was sweet and all either of us would need. Hearts got in the way.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Johnny

  I’m an asshole.

  I returned home because I needed to stop my plan. If she ended up hating me, then I only had myself to blame. I’d reminded her about her own car, and it seemed she took the hint.

  Fuck. The staff said she’d taken her twenty-year-old car to shop for a dress. I hadn’t realized she’d made plans for Bradley to join her. My son wasn’t stupid. He would suspect me and hate me too.

  If Olivia had agreed to marry me to enjoy all the benefits of being a Dawes, then I wasn’t risking believing in the impossible.

  I pressed my fingers to my temples as I descended the steps. I needed to go be a doctor. I’d delayed too long.

  But as I slipped into the leather seats of my Mercedes, I realized my chest was constricted. I wasn’t in pain, but I realized there was no point in testing Olivia. Love wasn’t something I’d thought possible in my life, anyhow.

  I hoped the hospital would distract me. When I was halfway there, my father called.

  Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I answered. “Dad.”

  “You sound surprised. Why are we not invited to your wedding, son?”

  I knew that tone. It meant there was no use arguing with him. I saw the red cross of the hospital and asked, “Are you in contract negotiations with one of her relatives?”