My Playboy Fiance: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance Page 9

  But on the other hand, what did I have to lose? When I looked at my life, I realized how lonely it was. I hadn’t dated anyone for years. My job running the Peppertree soaked up all of my time and energy. And besides, this was a tourist town. Any even remotely eligible bachelor was either a seasonal worker or a wealthy vacationer just passing through. There were plenty of attractive men who worked at the Peppertree with me, but I had professional standards. I would never date a coworker or employee.

  Between the lack of suitable bachelors and the lack of time in my schedule, it seemed like having a baby would never happen.

  But if I accepted Chase’s offer, on top of the fantastic sex, I would get both of the most precious gifts I could ever ask for. His baby and the Peppertree.

  I looked around the gorgeous Colorado forest, admiring the trails where I spent my childhood, running free and happy. It brought tears to my eyes to imagine bringing my own kid here, teaching him to climb a tree or ride a horse. I could show them the clearing where I used to build a whole family of snowmen. I could repair the old treehouse in the woods behind the stable. I could push my child on the swing my father attached to the magnificent, ancient bur oak in the courtyard. In the winter, there was ice skating, sledding, and skiing to be done. It was an unconventional childhood, of course, but growing up at the Peppertree was a truly amazing experience for me. I wanted to pass that experience to my own children.

  After returning Valentine to the stables, I headed to my room, took a quick shower, dried my hair, put on different clothes, and then went next door to my parents’ old suite. I knocked on the door and Chase opened it to let me in, with a serious look on his face.

  “Okay,” I announced. “It’s time to talk business.”

  15

  Chase

  There was no way she was going to come.

  The clock was ticking slowly but steadily, and I had watched it get closer to 5:00 PM as the hour marched on while I tended to business on my laptop. I was communicating with my attorney to finish up a few details that we didn’t sort out in the conference, but really, I was just keeping myself busy so I didn’t brood.

  By the time 4:30 PM rolled around, I gave up on the emails and took my shirt off to start working out in the bedroom. I didn’t want to leave the room, so I just did basic calisthenics on the floor while occasionally glancing at the clock.

  Honestly, I was surprised she didn’t storm off as soon as I’d given her the offer.

  I didn’t regret making it. I had meant what I said. Her body, her personality, her everything was all I could want in the mother of my heir.

  Just thinking about her like that stirred something primal in me. I couldn’t let those thoughts grow too strong, or this arrangement would lose any hint of being professional.

  But I saw the way she looked at me, and I remembered her orgasms on my cock as if we’d just fucked ourselves senseless a few minutes ago. She wanted me almost as badly as she wanted to keep Peppertree.

  But she was unique and willful, so whether she would agree to something this over the top would be a real test of her desires.

  After nearly the whole half hour had passed, I stood up from my workout, muscles swollen and feeling great. I checked the clock and rolled my eyes. Just a minute left. Waiting longer was nonsense.

  I went to pick up my shirt when there was a knock at the door. I froze. A smile crossed my face. I hadn’t ordered room service.

  I made my way to the door and opened it, and sure enough, I was greeted by the face of Haley Simmons, her steely gaze looking up at me defiantly.

  “Are you lost?” I teased.

  “Fuck you,” she retorted. “I’ll do it.”

  My eyebrow went up, and my smile broadened. “You’ll do what, exactly?”

  She took a breath, fluttering her eyelashes and maintaining a serious face. “Chase Hawthorne, I’ll marry you.”

  “And?”

  She swallowed. “And...I’ll have an heir with you.”

  Maybe it was a little cruel to drag it out that long, but as soon as she said it, my heart roared in triumph, and my smile split into a glowing grin.

  I seized her by the hips and picked her up before she could protest, and I swung her around into the room as she gasped and kicked her legs, putting her hands on my shoulders for support.

  Laughing, I brought her in for a kiss, running my hands through her long, black hair, and after a moment of shock, her body relaxed and melted into me.

  “Fuck you,” she whispered when the kiss ended. I tightened my grip in her hair, tilting her head back just a little and letting out a low murmur of approval. “This is just business, remember? Not personal.”

  “Is that any way to talk to your husband?” I teased her. Her eyes narrowed angrily at me, but her hands were feeling up the muscles on my shoulders, and there was color growing in her cheeks. Finally, she smirked.

  “We’re not married yet,” she pointed out.

  “Let’s do something about that,” I growled.

  The flight to Vegas was a short and sweet ride on one of my private jets. The whole time, I couldn’t help but enjoy how surprised my bride-to-be was at the casual displays of wealth I showered her with.

  We flew out of Aspen, and while we were there, I had her pick out a dress from one of the most glamorous bridal boutiques in the state. Once I dropped my name and my credit card, there were no questions asked. I accepted nothing but the very best for Haley.

  It was a shade of white with the faintest silver undertone, and floral designs were embroidered all around the torso, spilling down into vines that trailed down to the hem. Even though we were in a rush, Haley seemed to be enjoying the sight of herself in the mirror with the dress on, and my eyes devoured the sight. Money was no object. Within a matter of hours, we were gone and on my jet.

  The whole time I was in the plane, I couldn’t take my eyes off Haley. As I had sparkling water served to us, I watched her cross and uncross her legs, reading her body language as she alternated between peering back at me and looking out the window.

  “Nervous?” I asked.

  “Let me put it this way: the more I distract myself, the less likely my better sense will kick in and try to slam on the brakes when I realize what I’m doing.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” I raised my glass with a cocky smile, and she rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile of her own.

  She couldn’t hide the blush, though.

  I had already arranged an appointment with one of the classier ministers in the city. It wasn’t the most elaborate, because the more quickly and quietly we got this done, the better, but I wasn’t about to take this woman to a dump.

  The next few hours were such a rush, though, that it all went by in a blur. One moment we were in a limousine, then I was getting changed into my designer tuxedo, and a few minutes later, the two of us stood facing each other in front of a minister.

  I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying. My eyes were locked onto my bride, and my cock was already swelling in my pants.

  She was standing there in her wedding dress looking more immaculate than ever, even though we’d hardly had time to make any of the preparations she really deserved. She was gazing back up at me steadily, and the mixture of emotions on her face was delicious.

  She was nervous, first and foremost, and I wondered if she was having second thoughts. The blush in her cheeks betrayed so very much, though. She was an anxious, overworked person with physical needs that just never got met. There was a bit of fantasy to all this that I knew I was touching on, and even as she fidgeted in her dress, I could tell part of her was into it.

  As for me, all I could think about was tearing that dress off her and wrapping her bare legs around my hips while I bucked into her.

  The tension between us as we glared at each other was electric.

  I couldn’t forget that this was only because I was buying out her resort. This was an act of desperation.

  But God, it
was an act of desperation we were going to enjoy every second of.

  I could tell a part of her still resented me, still wanted to throw hot coffee in my face and storm off, but another part of her made her feel warm inside in the same way she made my cock swell hard.

  We were both snapped out of the fantasy when we heard the minister prompt us for our lines. After a quick exchange of “I do” from both of us, we were legally man and wife.

  And as soon as the words “You may now kiss the bride” reached my ears, I lunged forward and seized one of her legs, hoisting it up and making her yelp and grab onto my shoulder as I leaned forward and kissed my new wife deeply.

  She dropped her bouquet as she moaned into the kiss, and I picked her up in both arms to carry her out.

  “Right now?” Barely an hour later, Haley gasped as I led her by the hand to the luxury suite I had booked on the penthouse of one of the hotels overlooking the Vegas Strip.

  “Right now,” I confirmed with a wolfish grin back at her. My card key opened the door, and I scooped her up again to carry her over the threshold.

  “You’re really not wasting any time with this, are you?” She slipped her arms around my shoulders, looking up at me with a flushed face that had been like that from the moment I kissed her at our wedding.

  “Would you?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

  The suite was luxurious. Shining black tile floors, modern furniture with similar black and gray color schemes, lights that could be dimmed, and massive windows overlooking everything.

  I carried my bride into the bedroom, not even hesitating to get a good look around the place. After a point, the rush had started to excite her, I noticed. She was nervous and anxious as ever, but I caught her smiling more than once. She wiped it off her face each time she caught me looking, but that only made her blush more.

  Once we were in the bedroom facing the California king-size bed and surrounded by dim, romantic lights, I pulled her shoes off and tossed them aside before setting her down in front of the bed.

  I stood back and drank in her figure once more, a hungry look in my eyes.

  For a moment, she looked like a sheep gazing up at the wolf with watery eyes, but she swallowed that nervousness the next moment and watched me pace around her, looking her up and down.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked. “You seem tense.”

  “Last time was kind of spur of the moment,” she confessed. “And I had a little to drink. And we weren’t…”

  “Married?” I finished for her. From behind, I slipped my arms around her waist and pressed my groin into her ass. Its soft give made my cock swell and throb, and I shamelessly brought one hand to her breast, the other to her thighs.

  She tilted her head back and breathed sharply as I groped her.

  “You weren’t my bride, you’re right,” I teased her. “I hadn’t just bound you to me in marriage. When we fucked in my suite, I bet you never expected Chase Hawthorne would be calling you wife before the end of the week.”

  My words made a shiver run up her spine, and I knew I was tapping into a fantasy. I leaned closer, brushing some of that silky black hair away from her ear to whisper in a husky tone.

  “You never thought I was going to be carrying you to our wedding bed and pumping myself into you until you’re pregnant, did you?”

  She bit her lip, and I grabbed handfuls of her dress and hiked it up until I could reach into her white panties and slide my finger down to her clit.

  She gasped and reached back to take hold of me. My fingers wasted no time in exploring my wife’s pussy.

  “You’re already wet,” I mused as I felt her slickness. “What was on your mind when we were getting married?”

  “I’m making such a fucking mistake,” she whimpered, “and I don’t know why I want to make it.”

  “Because you’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” I pried.

  She made no answer in words. She just let out a soft whimper she didn’t even mean to let out, squirming as I fingered her and kicked my shoes off.

  “Let’s get you more comfortable.” I took the unbelievably expensive fabric of the wedding dress in my hands, and with a swift motion, I ripped it.

  She gasped as if she’d been shocked, but I kept tearing her dress away until it fell off her in shreds, leaving her exposed. I’d just destroyed thousands of dollars of fabric, but I didn’t care. It was just wrapping paper for the ultimate prize.

  I unhooked her bra and let it fall to her feet as well, but when my fingers traced along her panties, I hesitated a moment. She squirmed, still pressed against my groin, thighs softly twisting. Then, in a sudden motion, I ripped her underwear away too and tossed the scraps aside.

  I picked Haley up and tossed her onto the bed, where she bounced, utterly naked and blushing like a teenager. I tossed my jacket aside, and the shirt and pants came soon after. Before long, I was naked, looming over my new bride. She gazed up at my muscled form in awe.

  She hadn’t seen me completely naked yet, and the sight was something to gape at.

  “You never imagined your wedding day like this, did you?” I teased. Her eyes trailed down my muscled pecs and rippling abs to the thick, erect cock that stood straight out, waiting for her. My balls felt heavy and sore, desperate to unload themselves into her, into my wife.

  “Just business,” she whispered, as much to herself as to me.

  I chuckled darkly as I grabbed her bare ankles in my big, thick hands.

  “That’s right,” I whispered in a husky voice. “Just business.”

  I lifted her legs high as I knelt on the bed, and I draped them over my shoulders. She was looking up at me with wide eyes, hair messily spread out behind her as she blushed and panted in anticipation.

  She was so fucking gorgeous no matter how I saw her, but right now, splayed out before me, naked and vulnerable, ready to accept my seed...there was nothing that could have been more intoxicating in the world.

  I was a man who had everything he could want from life, but right then, I wouldn’t have traded anything for this moment with her.

  “Last chance,” I growled, stroking my cock and feeling my muscles already start to feel relaxed and tense all at once at the sensation. “Do you want this?”

  She was strawberry-red in the face and glistening slick between her legs, but those full lips mouthed something.

  “What was that?” I asked, and I gently set the tip of my cock on her puffy, needy lips.

  She swallowed and spoke again.

  “Fuck me, Chase,” she squeaked, almost surprised at herself for being able to say the words, “Come inside me and get me pregnant.”

  The words turned on something inside me I didn’t even know existed. I nearly forgot who we were, everything this was all about. In that moment, it was just me and my wife there on our wedding bed, and she was desperate for me to stroke her darkest desires.

  And I was more swollen and virile than I’d ever felt.

  I impaled her with my cock, sliding in with such ease that I thought my cock was made just for her, and she cried out in blissful ecstasy.

  She was slicker than she’d ever been, and I felt like I was gliding effortlessly as I gripped her hips and started bucking into her.

  This wasn’t just catching up with my college sweetheart. It wasn’t even a one-night stand with an unbelievably gorgeous woman. This was primal, raw rutting. I felt like an animal within me had awoken.

  My fingers dug into her hips as I pounded into her. She was so tight that ever thrust was pure bliss. My cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, and my balls hit her ass each time. My rhythm was steady and relentless. I felt parts of her pussy that I didn’t even recognize from the last time we were together, and each new inch of her that I explored was a place I wanted to spend as much time as I could with.

  I looked down at her helpless figure before me as I felt her body getting ready to orgasm. Her cheeks were blushing, her eyes were lidded and staring at me with such unin
hibited desire, and her whole body was a hot mess, shaking with each thrust. I was in complete control, and her arms were splayed out to the sides.

  She started letting out soft gasps as I drove her closer and closer, and she clenched her eyes shut and grabbed the sheets.

  “Oh, oh God, I-I’m…!”

  She trailed off as she arched her back suddenly, and as she did, I started pounding harder than ever, utterly letting myself go and losing my rhythm. I bucked wildly and fiercely into her as my cock felt white-hot with intense need before I heard her soft scream fill the room, and I released myself at the same time.

  White seed spilled into her waiting pussy, both of us pulsing as I let out my own ragged groan, still gripping her thighs like my life depended on them, and I felt my face go red as shot after shot of more seed than I’d ever felt leave my body entered her.

  The orgasm wracked both our bodies so intensely that I thought we were going to collapse into each other right then and there.

  Finally, after what felt like a full minute, I felt my orgasm subside, but my cock remained stiff. I kept it in her as she squirmed at the end of hers, overstimulated to the point that her eyes were unfocused. She was limp.

  But I didn’t want a drop of my seed to leave her.

  After a final twitch of my cock, the last of my seed spilling into her in one last spurt, I bent over and pushed her face up to kiss me.

  I felt her hot breath on my face as I held it there, smiling down at her while her legs fell to the side.

  “Welcome to married life, Mrs. Hawthorne.”

  16

  Haley

  When I woke up, it took me five minutes to figure out where the hell I was.

  I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright morning light, realizing with confusion that the air was not crisp and cold like I was used to. I felt surprisingly warm, and the frost I was accustomed to seeing etched over the window like lace was missing. I sat up, blinking and yawning, and it slowly dawned on me why everything felt so strange. I wasn’t at home in Colorado, watching the snow drift by. I was in Las Vegas, with Chase, and this was the morning after my wedding night.