Fake Fiancé: A Fake Marriage Romance (Fire & Ice Romance Series Book 7)

by Kylie Parker

  “I’m coming again, baby!” Laura’s moan reverberated through his skull, as she quickened her pace. Her body shook violently, as he drove her over the edge with a climax that had her back arching with pleasure, soaking his fingers down to the knuckles with her pussy juices. Unable to withhold his orgasm anymore, Tim threw his head back. White streams of semen shot out of his cock and landed on the sheets, his loud, aggressive moans audible over hers. His manhood continued to pulse, streams of semen flowing down his shaft, as she sensually stroked his length.

  He would not let her catch her breath and he would definitely not let her control the action again. Tim reached out and grabbed a pillow. Sitting up, he tossed it over to her. He placed his left hand on her hip and tried to pull her towards him. Taking the hint, Laura got up on all fours. The flickering candlelight was reflecting off the smooth skin of her body, sending his senses into a fit of frenzy. She didn’t have to touch him. The mere sight of her slender figure in the pale light was enough to give him another throbbing erection. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and aligned it with her entrance, as she put her head on the pillow.

  “God, it’s so big…” She whimpered, biting her lower lip, as her pussy slowly engulfed his manhood. Fixing his gaze on her ass, he grabbed her by the hips, watching his length disappear inside her. Her heat and her moisture overwhelmed him. Tim tilted his head back, pushing his cock in and out of her at a slow pace. Driving steadily into her with deep, long strokes, he squeezed her hips, her long, lustful moans sending him to heaven. Laura grabbed fistfuls of the sheet, feeling every inch of his massive cock deep inside her. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, over her right shoulder. Tiny drops of sweat had formed all over his chest and the heavily defined ridges of his abs. He rolled his gaze up her body, feeling her juices dripping down his manhood.

  “Like what you see?” Laura whispered, as their eyes met.

  “Hell, yeah,” Tim groaned. “You turn me on so much.”

  “Then show me.” She urged him on, her voice even lower and huskier than before. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard…”

  Laura’s words of encouragement drove him wild. Immediately, Tim tightened his grip on her hips. Tim started thrusting into her hard and fast, as his gaze returned to her nicely rounded ass. Laura squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensation of his big, stiff cock in her depths. Within seconds, the sound of his balls, slapping against her ass filled the room, as he pounded her from behind. Her butt cheeks wobbled with each thrust. Laura’s moans were so loud that they resounded in the room and into the hallway. She dug her fingernails into the sheets, rocking her hips back and forth to meet his pace. Tim could feel her moisture on his groin: her head was pressing against the pillow; her breasts were bouncing up and down. He removed his hands from her hips and slapped her ass cheeks at the same time, sending ripples of pleasure down her loins.

  “Slap it again, baby!” Her scream brought an intense smile to his face. Right after he obliged, he grabbed and held on to her ass, quickening his pace. By now, her thick juices were flowing down her pussy lips. The heat inside her increased more and more with each thrust. He could sense her orgasm was close and he was going to do everything possible to make it stronger. Taken over by lust, Tim dug his fingernails into the supple flesh of her butt cheeks, filling her up with short, deep strokes. Moaning out of control, Laura banged her hand against the mattress, breathing heavier by the second. Her pink folds glistened, as his large, throbbing cock sent her into ecstasy. Their loud groans filled the room. Enjoying the sensation of her flesh in his palms, he would not let go of her ass. A drop of sweat rolled down his chest as he massaged it. Tim spread her gorgeous butt cheeks, willing to stimulate her even more. Laura’s explosive orgasm flooded his cock with her pussy juices, aftershocks sweeping through her until she was utterly satiated. Tim could no longer withhold his own orgasm. Grabbing his manhood, he pulled out at the last second, before his semen started spurting forcefully from the tip. Two, thick streams of his juices landed on her lower back. Laura lazily lay down on her stomach, gasping for breath. He smiled to himself, tumbling into bed beside her…

  Chapter 27

  “Oh, God…” Laura purred like a contented cat, rolling over onto her back.

  “I did not see this coming.” Tim confessed.

  “Really?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice, as she turned her head to the right to face him. “Weren’t we on a date?”

  “I meant the ‘seduction’ part,” he explained, sitting up.

  “I hope you liked it,” Laura said in a saccharin voice. “I loved it.”

  “I think it showed,” Tim teased her. “Thanks. I needed that.”

  “Oh, man…” She whispered, dropping her eyes. “We should have done this a few days ago.”

  “Better late than never,” he replied.

  “Tim…” Laura snorted, returning her gaze to his face. “You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”

  Tension tightened the back of his neck, as she rolled out of bed. In a quick move, she opened the top drawer of her nightstand. Putting both hands into it, she grabbed a gun with her right and a wig with her left hand. She tossed it on the bed and aimed the gun at him.

  “Laura, what the f…”

  “Shut up!” She yelled. “There’s a remote control on your nightstand. Turn the TV on.”

  Tim reached for the remote on the nightstand, maintaining eye contact with her, shocked to his very core. The image on the small TV behind her made his heart sink. Jon and Josephine were sitting on small, wooden chairs next to each other, with their hands bound, their ankles tied to them and their mouths duct-taped shut.

  “No…” A whisper of despair left his lips. The remote control slipped through his fingers. Tim dropped his face into his hands, unable to believe his eyes.

  “Jitter messed with my father when he blackmailed him.” She said, through clenched teeth. “You messed with me, when you got involved with her. Your buddy is a great hacker; I’ll give him that. He got sloppy, though. The cops found tire marks outside Bradford’s house. You’re a damn good burglar, too. But you were unlucky. The coffee house where you ran into each other is mine. Your precious little doctor just couldn’t stay away. My men grabbed her outside JFK last night. A friend gave me Kirkland’s number. I told him I was a scientist, but he interrupted me, before I could give him my name. He didn’t want to know it. That was his one condition to meet with me. That parking lot is huge; I didn’t want anybody to recognize me. I had to wear a wig.”

  “What about your father?” He asked, his voice trembling as he dragged his hands down his face. “Is he behind all this?”

  “Actually, dear old daddy has no idea.” Laura informed him. “He’s not even in town.”

  “I need proof of life.” Tim said in a voice that had recovered its even tone.

  “Hold on.” She spoke in a firm tone. Bending down, she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. Seconds later, a man with a cell phone in his hands entered the picture and put it to Josephine’s ear.

  “Nod if you can hear me.” Laura commanded. Josephine complied.

  “What do you want?” Tim inquired, as tears welled up in his eyes, his blood pumping in his veins, as his heart pounded in his chest.

  “Your cut from the burglary,” Laura smirked. “My men found $600,000 in your friend’s apartment. I’ll text you the coordinates. Don’t involve the police. Bring me the money by 8pm tomorrow, or I swear to God…” She paused and tightened her grip around the handle of her gun. “I’m going to cut them both to little pieces.”

  “Is this what it’s all about?” He wondered, his voice rumbling like thunder: “Money?”

  “No, you fool!” she cried, her chest pumping in and out. “You said ‘no’ to me, but that wasn’t enough, was it?” Her voice broke; her hand started shaking, as she blinked back tears. “You got in a relationship with the woman who destroyed my family. You betrayed me! I just want to take your money,
because I’m pretty sure you’ll use it to help her out!”

  Tim slowly put his hands down on the bed, believing that her imminent emotional breakdown would give him a chance to disarm her. Just when he leaned in towards her though, she gripped her gun tightly in her palm.

  “Get back!” Laura shouted, as two tears spilled from her eyes. “Put your clothes back on.”

  He had no choice but to comply. Hoping to find a similar opportunity, he did as he was told. It was hopeless; she kept her gaze fixed on him and pointed her gun at him the entire time. Tim kept his mouth shut, knowing that any attempt to convince her to release Jon and Josephine would be futile. Sinking into the depths of despair, he left Laura’s bar, unable to fathom what had happened to his friend and the brunette who had so suddenly vanished from his life.

  Laura, you crazy bitch... The spoiled little girl who doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, wants to punish me. I should have known. How the hell did you get into this mess, Tim? She masterminded everything and you fell right into her trap. What do we do now? Money comes and goes; I don’t care about it. How can I be sure that she won’t kill us all? I can’t. I just can’t…

  Chapter 28

  By the time he arrived at his sister’s apartment, Tim’s despair had turned into pure rage. Someone was threatening to take away his loved ones; he was not going to allow that. Nevertheless, he could not fool himself into thinking that he was about to undertake something even more difficult than the Bradford’s house burglary. He had no clue about how many men he would go up against; Laura was likely to have quite a few people working for her. Furthermore, he had no idea where she was keeping them. More importantly, however, Tim had never fired a gun in his whole life. His hatred of firearms was one of the main reasons why he had chosen to become a burglar, instead of a bank robber.

  Caitlin’s feminine voice snapped him out of his thoughts. A male voice echoed in the hallway. The man who walked through the door looked vaguely familiar.

  “Good Evening,” she chirped, joining him in the living room. “Tim, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, David Evans. David, this is my brother, Tim.”

  “Nice to meet you,” David said, with a polite smile on his face, as he offered his hand for a handshake.

  “Likewise,” Tim mumbled, keeping his gaze locked on the floor.

  “Caitlin…” David laughed. “Are you sure this is your brother? That’s not how you’ve described him to me.”

  “What?” Tim asked, as his gaze shot up to meet his.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way, ok?” David smiled up at him. “It’s just that Caitlin said that you’re…”

  “Loud.” She finished his sentence. “He looks people in the eye. That’s my big brother. He doesn’t act like that, unless…”

  Her last sentence put him in a difficult position. The last thing he wanted was to talk about Jon and Josephine in front of a total stranger.

  “I just need to get some sleep.” He claimed.

  “By the way, David’s an FBI agent.” Caitlin’s words sent shivers down his spine. All of a sudden, the idea of discussing the situation with her boyfriend intrigued him. Still, the fact he would have to mention his involvement in the burglary to a man of the law did not sound at all appealing.

  “That’s right,” David affirmed. “I understand you’re on parole. If you miss any appointments with your parole officer, give me a call. I’d be happy to help.”

  “Help?” Tim squinted at him.

  “Yeah,” David nodded, “anything to help Caitlin’s brother.”

  “Then, please sit down.” Tim urged. “ I really need your help. It’s a pretty convoluted story, so this is going to take a while.”

  David listened intently, as Tim narrated the entire story, from the moment that he started working at the compound until that very night. Caitlin was stunned to hear the news of Jon and Josephine’s abduction and even her boyfriend was in awe of the crimes that Laura had committed. Tim confessed to breaking into Bradford’s house with Jon’s help and even brought his sports bag and showed it to David. By the time he finished narrating, he was so overwhelmed by emotion that he was on the verge of tears.

  “So let me get this straight.” David started. “You stole all that money to help her keep her job?”

  “Yeah,” Tim said with a nod.

  “Wow…” David silently mouthed to him.

  “Look, if you want to arrest me?” Frustration was lingering in his shattered voice. “Fine, arrest me, but help them, alright? And get that bitch!”

  “Who said anything about arresting you?” David wondered. “What you did was pretty admirable. I can look the other way. Just make sure you stay out of trouble.”

  “Ok,” Tim sighed. At that moment, his cell phone vibrated for an incoming message. Laura had sent him the coordinates. “That’s where she’s keeping them.” He added, handing the phone over to David.

  “I’ll talk to the Bureau. Don’t worry. We’ll do everything we can to save those folks.” David assured. “But, I need you to do me a favor.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Don’t go armed to the rendezvous point.” David requested. “I know it’s dangerous and all, but…”

  “He hates guns.” Caitlin interjected.

  “One last thing, then,” David said. “I can only imagine what you’re going through. Try to stay cool tomorrow. Don’t do anything stupid. You might put yourself and your loved ones in harm’s way.”

  “I’ll try,” Tim said in a whisper. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try.”

  “Honey, I’m sorry.” David attempted a low tone, turning his gaze to Caitlin. “I need to talk to my superiors. It takes some time to plan this kind of operation.”

  “Go,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “Call me tomorrow.”

  “Goodnight.” David grinned. Caitlin waited for him to leave, before addressing her brother. Much to his surprise, she had a huge smile on her face.

  “I told you.” She winked at him. “I told you there was love there.”

  “Women…” He hummed. “Aren’t you worried about tomorrow?”

  “Of course I am!” She exclaimed, as her smile vanished. “I just think everything’s going to be alright it in the end, that’s all.”

  “I hope so.” Tim heaved a long, deep sigh.

  “Ok. Let’s say that the feds do save them. What are you going to do?” She inquired.

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “What would you do if you were in my shoes?”

  “I’d take her back.” Her response was sharp. “But, we’re not talking about me here. That girl loves you, Tim. Why else would she come back?”

  “I’ll ask her tomorrow, if she makes it out of there alive.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

  “I still don’t understand why you slept with that whore. What the hell were you thinking?” Her question put a bitter smile on his face.

  “I wasn’t thinking.” He admitted, as a tear rolled down his cheek, “Not with my head, anyway.”

  “I’m sorry, honey.” A tender whisper escaped her, as she entwined her arms around his back. “It’s killing me to see you like that. You looked a lot happier when you guys were together.”

  “I know, little sis.” Tim whispered, putting his arms around her waist. “I know.”

  The emotional moment proved too much for him to bear. Two more tears rushed down his face, as he squeezed his eyes shut. Recalling Josephine’s smiling face, Tim felt his body shivering, fearing that Laura could well kill her and his friend…

  Hang in there, baby. Help is on its way. Is Caitlin right? Did you really come back for me? I can’t wait to find out…

  Chapter 29

  Unable to overcome negative thoughts, Tim could not find peace that night. He kept staring at the ceiling, wanting to cry with frustration, as he struggled to find hope. Luckily, Jon and Josephine no longer had to rely on him alone. Indeed, discovering that Caitlin’s boyfriend was
in fact an FBI agent made him feel somewhat better. He was relieved to hear that he would not be prosecuted, but his freedom was the last thing on his mind. The one situation Tim desired the most was to see them, alive and well. Everything else was secondary.

  David met him in the morning, with details and satellite pictures of the location where Jon and Josephine were being held. Incredibly, it was a small cabin, less than five miles north of the compound, just outside Green Mountain National Forest. Having no time to waste, he left New York City behind him, on that clear, early-March morning, wishing that he had been able to get some sleep the night before. The six-hour long drive to Vermont would utterly exhaust him.

  The sight of the massive experimental structure in the distance made his heart sink. Part of him wanted to revisit the place where everything had happened, where she had captured his heart and turned his world around. Nevertheless, he pressed his foot hard down on the accelerator and sped by the right turn that led to it, believing that just being close to the deserted facility would fill his heart with sorrow. After all, Tim needed to focus on the task at a hand. A visit to the compound would only distract him.

  It was 7:40pm when he spotted the cabin in question, on the right side of the road. The lights were off on the inside. The only light on was a small lamp, just above the front door. Only then did he realize how dangerous it would be for him to go there alone. There was hardly any vegetation around it. The closest tree was more than two hundred yards away. He would not have been able to approach it undetected, not even under cover of darkness. Tim would need hiding spots along the way and there were none whatsoever. Several cars were parked on the driveway. There were more than ten men walking around outside, all of them armed to their teeth. Tim had to avoid being detected. Staying at the top of the uphill road that he was on would give away his position.