FAKE: An Enemies to Lovers Standalone Romance Page 16

  “And I have a gun to your head?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Sometimes it’s good to be a little reckless,” he backpedaled. “It’ll be good to get out of the city and just be the two of us without distractions. I realized this morning; I don’t even know you. Apart from what I’ve read of your made-up life. We don’t need to go over our histories or anything, but I would like to know more about you. The real Kylie.” His smile was warm and loving.

  “I’m goofy,” I gave him. “I like to be playful. My childhood as you might guess was horrific, so whenever I can just be silly, I do. And what about you, Mr. Money Bags, what’s your deal?” I leaned back in the leather seat and genuinely enjoyed being in his company.

  “I’m intense. I was that kid who never played. You and I are screwed.” I playfully grimaced.

  “Oh no.” I slapped his leg. “Good thing you like to screw.” I wasn’t sure if I should have gone there or not …

  “Good thing.” His smile warmed.

  “So, you were an intense little fella like with slicked-back hair and glasses intense, or invest your tooth fairy money in stocks and bonds intense?”

  “Both.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked guilty.

  “Oh boy, this is bad. You think the intense gene will transfer to our kid?” I feigned a horrified face.

  “Maybe.” His eyes threatened.

  “Oh God, you mean we might have an Egbert or a Eugene?” I planted my hands on my face in horror.

  “Perhaps a Bertha or a Phyllis.” I loved that he was playing along.

  “Oh God, Alec? What should we do? This is horrible.” I pretended to shake. “Is there any hope?”

  “Sex, we have to have tons of sex,” he chimed in like a lunatic.

  “And how exactly is that going to save our child from Geekdom?”

  “We’ll infuse him or her with the primal energy of love.” He was nuts.

  I shook my head. “Right. That.” I started to laugh. Despite all my weird and warring emotions, I finally gave into mirth. “Getting away will be fun. Thank you, Alec. When you proposed yesterday, I sort of hated you. I mean, at the time I didn’t realize it was all a fake, even though you’d explained it, when you busted out that ring and told the world I was pregnant, I just ... you’d ripped the last little shred of me out of my life.” I wasn’t really wanting to go for that much honesty, but there it was.

  “Yeah, well, you kept running away. I couldn’t lose you again, but maybe a little more communication and planning would have been prudent. For a nerd, I can be quite impulsive and erratic.”

  “Oh yes, you can.” My eyes widened.

  “This will all work out, I promise.” He drew me into an embrace.

  I was remarkably comfortable in his arms, and so I just remained there for the rest of the trip. He turned on the television, and we watched The Blue Marigold, a current film which was a thriller with a little romance thrown in. There were a few jumps in the movie that got my heart pumping, and at the one very gory part, I laughed like a maniac as gruesome stuff always made me giggle with discomfort. Alec just shook his head in confusion.

  We arrived at the house while it was still light enough outside to witness the spectacular view.

  “Are you serious?” I asked as I emerged from the car to find a massive solitary mansion at the apex of Lake Ontario. “What the hell do you do with all of this, Alec?” I wasn’t accusing, I was genuinely curious.

  “It has been in the family for eons. I had it renovated, or I dare say you wouldn’t have been so impressed. Tacky wallpaper, eighties furniture ... it was scarier than the movie.” He picked up our bags and nodded to the driver who pulled out of the massive turn around the driveway and headed back out to the road.

  “You don’t have people buried under the floorboards, do you? The movie wasn’t some kind of macabre foreshadowing? We are pretty all alone out here.” I playfully backed away from him.

  “Yes.” He headed toward the house, and I had no choice but to follow him. “I couldn’t wait to get you up here …” He did his best sinister laugh as I reluctantly chased behind him, nervous giggle and all.

  When we entered, my mind was blown. The foyer towered two stories up, and everything was made of glass. The sunlight illuminated the space beautifully.

  “Wow, can’t think of a better place to be buried.” I turned a full circle without realizing I’d done it.

  He grabbed me before I circled again. “So, before I hack you to bits, what would you like to do? We have just enough light to take out the speedboat and hit the lake, do a little water skiing perhaps, or there’s a nice hike not too far away. We’d have to leave right this very instant for that, though. I don’t want us stuck out in the woods after dark.”

  “I vote speedboat.” I was literally feeling giddy.

  I’d been on plenty of speedboats, yachts, fishing boats, dinghies, but the idea of speeding around the lake with my erratic lover and the father of my child with whom I’d spent less than seventy-two hours with seemed exhilarating.

  “Speedboat it is then.” He set our things down, grabbed a set of keys from a peg at the door.

  We walked down to the dock and boarded the boat floating tethered to a line knotted to a pristine white wooden post.

  “Does everything just stay here suspended in time waiting for you?”

  He helped me into the boat.

  “No, I have a staff of people, they make the magic. I called ahead.” Okay, there are some fun places on the lake I think you should see. But first, do you want to water ski or just sightsee?”

  “Sightsee sounds good. I want to save my strength for later.” I winked at him.

  Suddenly, having sex with him was really all I wanted to do. He brought out the crazy in me. I hadn’t had many men, but when I did, I loved sex. Sex with Alec was erotic, a little terrifying, and oh so sexy. I felt better able to deal with him having seen the effort he was making to help me feel more at home in his presence. The cool winds whipped my hair, and my heart sped with the boat careening across the lake as the trees and mountains lazily meandered by.

  “There’s a grotto over this way, lots of low hanging willows and birds. It’s very ... romantic.”

  “Have you ever had sex on this boat?” I asked despite my better judgment.

  “I have.” His voice deepened and slowed.

  “How does one go about it?” I acted nonchalant, curious.

  “As one would, but more carefully so as not to capsize the watercraft.” He was positively sinister as he steered the boat into a dark and secluded part of the lake.

  “Is this where you hack me to bits?” I teased feeling the sexual tension between us rise.

  “I can be a little rough, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call it hacking.” He cut the engine and let us just drift. “So, you’re still calling the shots, Ms. Morgan. What did you have in mind?” I swiveled his chair and placed his hands on my hips. I was seated right next to him.

  Just that tiny physical gesture had my nerves all in knots. I let my instincts guide me as I stood up and straddled his lap then gently grazed my pant-clad pussy over his already hard cock. He kept his hands on me as I lightly ground down on him just barely abrading his erection.

  “A lakeside lap dance is always nice.” His face flushed.

  I dipped into him, and his eager mouth opened for mine. I loved the sweet and heady taste of him. My grinding became more ardent as his tongue brought me closer to sexual frenzy. His hands had moved from my hips and slowly migrated up the sides of my sweater to find themselves planted on my breasts, his naughty thumbs each swiped across my nipples, pressing harder and harder until all I could think about was surrendering my breasts to his touch. I needed to get my shirt off. He knew he was doing this to me, just as I was teasing him.

  “You’re dangerous,” I broke my kiss to say.

  “No more than you are.” He jutted his rock hard cock up into my pants to make a point.

  “What can we get
away with on a boat?” I asked trying not to sound frantic.

  “Anything. It’s Monday; no one is on the lake,” he hotly whispered in my ear.

  Not being able to hold myself away from him, I ducked out of my sweater, leaving only my bra, and neatly placed it on the seat beside us. His hot mouth hungrily wet the thin layer of silk between me and the open air. He nibbled and sucked at the tiny bud of my breasts until I was so moist I feared I’d leave an embarrassing mark on his pants, which made me writhe and wiggle on him. Without missing a beat, his mouth moved to my other breast to give it the same treatment as his fingers started a torturous pinching of my abandoned nipple.

  Two could play at that game. Since I was already soaking wet for him, I dipped my fingers between my legs and worked to excavate his cock. I was able to unbutton his fly and wiggle his underwear-covered erection free enough to grind on him harder, mashing my entire body weight onto him.

  He bit my nipple, and not too softly either. With it still clamped between his teeth, he spoke, “Keep doing that, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll end up in a puddle at the bottom of this boat wet, quivering, and spent.” His voice took a sinister tone, which totally did me in.

  “I doubt it,” I tempted the beast.

  “I dare you to give me permission to fuck you … Kylie.” He held onto my name with lurid darkness that finished me as he released my nipple and pressed his finger hard onto my pussy through my pants.

  “I dare you to fuck me … Alec!” I whispered in his ear and bit his earlobe hard.

  “That’s permission enough for me,” He grabbed the button on my fly and ripped it free as he jacked my pants down, roughly tugging them over my buttocks, leaving me immediately naked.

  What had I gotten myself into?

  Chapter 24

  Alec

  Fuck she made me insane. I yanked down her pants and was not too gently pulling myself out before I realized I was acting like a love-starved maniac. While we were both sexually charged, literally hard fucking her on the boat wasn’t a good move for any future we hoped to have.

  I swiped my hand along her wet center and kissed her belly, making her giggle.

  “For a second, I thought you might destroy me.” Nerves peppered her laughter.

  “For a second I thought I might ... but where’s the fun in that? I can’t have you destroyed ...” I pinched her clit, and she bucked her head backward angling for breath. “Wet and quivering still works, though.”

  I dipped my fingers into her pussy and pumped until she was shaking. It was all I needed as I gently withdrew my fingers and pressed her down onto my cock. She winced some until I had her fully seated on me. I leaned forward and claimed her mouth again as I used both hands to spread her pouty ass cheeks, giving my cock greater access to her wet dripping cavern as I thrust hard into her for a moment then stilled as she sucked in air.

  As soon as she was comfortable, I started a slow grind, lifting her off of my cock and down again with a steady pace that wound her up making her hips beg for more friction.

  “Greedy!” I kissed and bit the nape of her neck as I pulled her into an embrace, holding her close and lifting her enough to get space to fuck her properly. I slammed my cock into her as my balls slapped her skin.

  “Oh, my God,” she breathed nuzzling her head into my neck as I jettisoned into her, feeling my muscles tense, and perspiration slick my skin.

  She began to pant into my neck as she lost control of her senses. Feeling flushed, I slowed and stood with her still impaled on my cock and carefully walked her to the bow where a padded U-shaped lounger basked in the last dip of sunlight. I laid her on her back and liberated her legs from the rest of her clothes. As she caught her breath, I pulled out only to lock my arms under her knees and bring them up to her head, leaving her sweet wet pussy and puckering little hole prone to my lust.

  Without giving her much time to get her bearings, I dove back in; this time I moved softly like the gentle lapping of the water that cradled our boat. This gave her time to breathe, but as she was doubled backward with her ass in the air, my sensual pulse only wound her up more tightly as she struggled to regain some of the control she had when she was grinding on me.

  “Alec!” She grabbed the stiff blue cushions.

  “Yes,” I pulled out of her, leaving her beautiful vagina gaping.

  I bent down and kissed her sweet cleft as she bucked forward. I still had her knees pinned to the sides of her head. “Do you not like this?” I licked the length of her folds, and she shivered with delight.

  “Someone might see us,” she gasped.

  “As I said, that’s rather doubtful, but would you like me to be more discrete?” I slapped her ass and made her jump.

  “Yes.” She wiggled in my embrace. “This is a little precarious, Tarzan.”

  “Fine” I scooped my arms under her knees and elbows, lifting her up.

  She was so light; I could position her like a doll, so I flipped her around so that she was bending over with her head on a lounge pillow and her ass in the air and took her from behind. Since she was plenty open, I could dive right back in and make her moan tiny little whimpers as I pressed myself as deep as I could get. Somehow, I couldn’t get close enough. I then lay over her back and let my hips bring us both to a mind-shattering climax.

  I pulsed and pumped, rocking my cock into her deeper and deeper until her tight canal couldn’t take much more of me as we both mewled and groaned in an exquisite release.

  After a few moments, I turned her around, and we leaned back into the cushioned seat.

  I gently swirled my hand over her growing belly. “I love this,” I said, marveling at her changing shape.

  “I’m not sure I love it yet, but I will. I don’t know what kind of mother I’ll make, but I’m going to try to be great. I won’t be knitting anything or making those little Bento lunch box thingies for school, but I’ll love our kid.” Her hand joined mine.

  I was too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything, so I just held her hand where it was and let the beauty of nature around us permeate. Since we were being quiet, she leaned into me and let me continue to massage her soft skin.

  “Why don’t you come up here more often?” she broke our silence to ask. “If I had this house, I’d be here every weekend.”

  “That was the plan, initially, but it’s too big for one person. It’s like loneliness magnified. I couldn’t face it every weekend. I use it for parties usually. My office has retreats here; stuff like that ... and now there’s you.” I flashed her a smile and kissed her cheek.

  “We could spend our weekends here?” She brightened up.

  “You have to learn to like me first, so we’re living in the loft until further notice.” I wanted to sound commanding and in control, and it worked; she wilted a little. “But let’s enjoy the time we have here until further notice.” My hands traveled up from her baby bump to her breasts, and I fondled and played with them for a while as we watched fish leap out of the still waters to eat bugs, creating expanding ripples upon the surface.

  A shiver ran through her as the wind picked up, and so it was time to get her dressed. I also wasn’t exactly sure we’d be alone for long. Locals often came home from their day to night fish or enjoy the star-filled sky. While it was chilly on the water, the season was getting warmer. In these parts, with the slightest hint of good weather, people clamored to be outdoors after months of being cooped up in the cold.

  “Bummer. I don’t like living in the whitewashed palace of take-out dinners and too much open space …” She exaggerated her disappointment. “I can’t escape you there.”

  “Oh yes, you can, and you have. But we won’t be having any more of that when we return. We’re going to get to know each other, no matter what. This is the only time we’ll have together before the baby comes and we get swept up in our lives again. Just buck up, little camper …” I patted her belly. “It won’t last forever. I’m starving, so you must be near death. Let’s get
home and get something to eat. You’ll be happy to know,” I announced, “my caretaker cooks real homemade food. I had him prepare a whole weekend menu. I hope you’ll be delightfully surprised.”

  She craned her neck up at me, and her face broke into a glorious smile. “I am.”

  “Stay here while I get your clothes.”

  I went to the driver’s side and retrieved her sweater and pants and helped her dress. We motored back across the lake, and I marveled at the serene and peaceful expression on her face. I’d never seen her at ease. She was either pretending to be something she wasn’t or holding up her well-crafted fortress to protect herself from the world. I made sure to skim around the periphery of the lake to give her a chance to see the migrating birds roosting in the low hanging trees as the fish continued to dive into the air for their dinner.

  When we reached my home, the smell of roasted fowl and butter filled the space.

  “Wow, that smells amazing,” Kylie noted with a look of delight. “I’m starving.”

  “You’re always starving; you literally eat nothing.” I rolled my eyes at her.

  “Oh yay, model humor.” She playfully rolled her eyes back at me.

  I walked with her into the kitchen to find Edwin, my caretaker busy in the kitchen.

  “What have you got here, Ed?” I was jovial and light, somehow feeling better out of the city and relatively secluded.

  “Game hen, greens, garlic butter mashed potatoes, and rosemary challah bread.” I looked over to Kylie whose bright expression warmed my heart.