Pretend I'm YoursA Fake Marriage Romance Page 2

  I swallow hard and turn my glance away from them, trying to keep my confidence to continue letting Sebastian touch me like he is.

  My eyes lock with a pair of dark eyes. The eyes of a man sitting by himself. He’s holding a full whiskey glass, wearing a dark suit, which makes him blend in with the darkness around him. I can’t get a good look at his features, except for his eyes. Intensely would be an understatement. This man has already undressed me with his eyes, peeled off a few layers of skin, and reached my soul.

  I don’t know who he is or why he’s staring. He glances away a second later, and I’m not even sure if he was staring at me.

  I turn my attention back to the table as we stop at the edge of it.

  A waiter appears the second she sees Sebastian off the dance floor and without a drink.

  “Wine again or something stronger?” he asks me.

  My stomach churns and my heart races.

  “Stronger.”

  He grins, liking my answer. He speaks to the waiter, but I don’t hear what he says, and a few minutes later I’ve taken three shots of tequila. I feel good. Amazing. And I no longer give a shit what Avril and Naomi think of me. That’s what the bitches’ names are, I’ve learned.

  I’ve also learned drinking with Sebastian is just as enjoyable as dancing. He’s spent the entire time with his arms wrapped around my body while he presses against me from behind. The only time he ever stops is when he has to speak with the waiter to get us another round of drinks.

  “Hell yes!” Blake says. This is the third time I’ve heard him say, ‘hell yes’ to anything anyone suggests, so it’s not surprising he says it now.

  “Fuck yea. It’s finally warm enough to use the pool without you women complaining it’s cold,” Duncan says, eyeing Naomi.

  Naomi doesn’t look at Duncan’s hungry eyes. She’s only interested in Sebastian’s. I try not to let any jealousy in. But I know Naomi and Sebastian have hooked up before. And if I don’t hold Sebastian’s attention, he could easily decide Naomi is the better option for tonight.

  Sebastian holds a shot of tequila out to me, and I grab the glass, although I’m not sure if my stomach can handle another.

  I suck in a sharp breath when I feel him place the salt on my neck. I’ve seen several of the men do it to some of the other girls here before. But he’s never done it to me.

  I feel lightheaded, like I’m floating out of my body. Even though he’s had his mouth on my neck several times now, this feels more intimate.

  “Shots!” Duncan yells.

  Then, Sebastian’s mouth is on my neck, sucking, as he licks the salt off, and then we both do the shot. I shake my head, hating the taste since I forgot the salt first. I need to try this game in reverse, so I get to lick the salt of one of his body parts. But I’m not brazen enough to try it, not without his suggestion.

  He grabs for a lime and expertly drops it, so it buries in my cleavage. I go to snatch it, but he spins me around and leans down, retrieving it with his teeth as his lips brush over my cleavage.

  My body warms, and my thoughts shatter. That was…hot.

  He sucks on the lime a minute and removes it, smirking at me as usual.

  I’m frozen. I can’t move. I’m pretty sure I just dreamed that, because there is no way Sebastian had his face buried between my breasts.

  But I get an evil glare again from Naomi, and I know it happened.

  Sebastian interlocks his hand with mine, and he tugs me toward the pool, which has been mostly empty the entire night, except for the occasional drunk guy who decides to toss a girl into the pool fully clothed. Why do guys think that’s a good idea? Women hate it. There is no way they are persuading any woman to sleep with them after that.

  I glance around, looking for the pool house or someplace where people are changing clothes. I don’t see one, but this house is large enough I’m sure there is one.

  My eyes pop open when I see Naomi grab the hem of her dress and jerk it over her head until she’s left in nothing but her black lacy thong underwear. Her dress was low cut, so she isn’t wearing a bra, and she has no problem with the stares she’s getting. I’m pretty sure every man in the area’s erection grew at the sight of her.

  Shit.

  I can’t strip. I’m not wearing a bra either, and there is no way any guy here is going to be impressed by my much smaller chest.

  Women all around me continue stripping down to their bras and underwear, while the men remove their dress pants and jackets down to their underwear.

  “Oh!” I squeal unexpectedly, when one of the guys strips until he’s butt naked.

  Sebastian laughs.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t let Duncan touch you or come near you. You’re mine, for tonight,” Sebastian says.

  I grin like an idiot. I love hearing him call me his.

  But my grin falters the second I see Sebastian begin to strip next to me. His shirt is gone, revealing the muscles I’ve been feeling all night, and then his pants are gone, making his erection much more noticeable beneath his boxer briefs.

  I gulp as my eyes rake over his body and become glued to his straining cock. I need to stop staring, but I can’t. I want to know what that glorious erection would feel like rocking in my body. But it also terrifies me because I’m not sure my body is ready for such a massive intrusion.

  “Like what you see?” he chuckles in my ear.

  I force my eyes to drag up to his eyes instead of his cock. But my heart hates me a little for it.

  “Sorry.”

  He lifts my chin up and then his lips are on mine. Exploring, tasting, devouring.

  He stops and kisses me a moment later. “Don’t be sorry,” he says like the kiss was nothing.

  Kisses mean nothing to a guy like Sebastian, but to me, kisses like that are rare. No, kisses like that never happen in my world.

  I’m frozen as I watch Sebastian walk to the pool’s diving board.

  “Come on, baby,” he says, doing a flip before diving in, in a perfect arch. His body gracefully hits the water and people cheer, holding up their hands, giving him a score of a ten for his incredible dive.

  My mouth drops open, and I know I’m drooling. I snap my mouth shut, but it doesn’t stop my erratic breathing.

  I start taking a step forward, needing to be in Sebastian’s arms. I realize I’m supposed to strip, so I hesitate at the edge of the pool while a dozen or so eyes stare up at me.

  My hands tremble. I can’t do this. I can’t strip in front of these people. I’m not ashamed of my body, in fact, I love my body. But these people come from money. They have perfect bodies to go with their flashy dresses and expensive houses. Their parents have provided them with an incredible start to life with substantial trust funds waiting for them when they graduate to turn into billion-dollar businesses.

  They are elite, while I’m ordinary. I may have abs of steel, but I don’t come from money. I didn’t get a boob-job like half the women in the pool to add curves. I’m flat, yet strong. And I have no intention of showing them just how ordinary I am.

  Sebastian stares up at me expectedly, but even his gorgeous body isn’t enough to convince me to strip naked.

  Then, I see Naomi swimming toward him planning on taking advantage of my hesitation. If I don’t jump in, she’ll be the one in Sebastian’s bed tonight. Not me.

  My hand goes to my back, pulling on the zipper without thinking. The zipper slides halfway down and then stops. No matter how hard I pull the zipper, it won’t budge.

  Naomi swims faster, and I jerk my body, trying to get the damn zipper to go down far enough that I can rip the dress over my head. The jerking makes me lose my balance though, and before I realize what’s happening, I feel the warm water consuming me as I crash into the pool.

  I pop my head back up hoping people won’t care, but of course, they care. Laughter, hysterical laughter is breaking out all around me. Even Sebastian is laughing at me.

  Dammit.

  I give up. I can
’t fit in with these people even for one night. Not long enough to get laid, that’s for sure. I should have stuck with someone in my own league.

  Sebastian swims toward me.

  “Here, let me help you,” he says.

  “No, that’s ok—”

  I stop when his hands touch my back. In the few moments of embarrassment, I forgot how electrifying it feels to have his hands on my skin.

  He unzips the dress and reaches for the hem, pulling the dress off my wet body. No one can see my body under the water. This might actually work out for me. Then I move and realize my stupid heels are still on.

  Before I realize what’s happening, Sebastian has lifted me to the edge of the pool so that he can work on removing my shoes.

  Silence.

  I glance around, as the stares burn into my body. No one is laughing. And the men are wide-eyed as they stare at my body. My cheeks flush and my heart races, but I soon realize they are looking at me like they ogled at Naomi. Even some of the women are gazing at me appreciatively.

  “Wow,” Sebastian says, as he removes my second shoe. Somehow he already removed the first one without me noticing.

  My eyes fall to his, as he stares at my boobs, and then my abs, like I did his cock earlier.

  “Like what you see?” I ask, boldly repeating his words.

  He smirks and grabs my waist, pulling me back into the pool and to his body.

  “Fuck yea. Incredible.”

  I smile.

  “How did you get abs like this?” he asks, raking his fingers over my stomach. “I might need some tips.” He winks.

  I laugh. “I don’t think you need help getting abs.” I glance down at his eight-pack.

  He shrugs. “I guess we have something in common.”

  He kisses my lips again without warning, while my legs wrap around his waist and my arms wrap around his neck. I’ve never been this naked with a man before. But I’m not sure I want to wear clothes ever again.

  His kisses trail down my neck, and I shiver.

  “You cold?” he asks.

  I shake my head no, as I shudder again when he licks my neck.

  He smirks. “We are getting out. Larkyn’s cold.”

  I pout. “I’m not—”

  His lips slam into mine again, shutting me up. I moan as his tongue brushes against mine. I kiss him back hungrily, knowing at least my kissing skills are on par. But if he wants sex or a blow job, he’s going to have to take the lead, because I have no clue what I’m doing.

  He finally forces me to stop kissing when I realize the others are protesting us leaving the pool.

  “I’m sorry, but Larkyn’s cold. I’m going to get her some clothes from upstairs to change into. You guys enjoy the pool. We will see you later.” He winks at me to play along with being cold.

  “Yes, I’m so cold,” I say, faking trembling again to keep up the ruse.

  Sebastian chuckles as he carries me up the steps of the pool. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, and my front pressed firmly against his chest, so no one gets a view of my breasts again.

  “Let’s get you into some dry clothes, but first you need to get naked and have a hot shower to warm you up.”

  I bite my lip to keep from smiling too brightly because I know what he’s not saying. He wants to fuck me. And I’m more than happy to let him.

  2

  Larkyn

  Sebastian pushes the door open to his bedroom and kicks it shut behind him.

  “Should you lock that?” I ask, between kisses, but I realize I don’t care if the door is locked or not. If locking the door means having to stop kissing for a second, then I prefer unlocked.

  He doesn’t answer me. He kisses me until I’m moaning and purring like a kitten without an off switch.

  He pushes me back against the bed, as his rocklike body stays cemented to mine, our smooth wet skin slick against each other.

  “Fuck, why didn’t I find you earlier?” he growls, as he leans back to earn a view of my body again.

  My instinct is to cover my body, but then I notice the way his nostrils flare every time he takes a breath. The way his lips part a little more and his breathing is erratic with every gaze of my body. He wants my body. Just as I want his.

  His fingers move down my body and hook into my white cotton panties. Most women wear lace thongs or nothing at all. I didn’t want to lose my virginity while feeling like someone else. But now, in this moment, I wish I’d borrowed something of Serena’s as she offered. At least I shaved.

  My heart pounds in my chest as his fingers start lowering my panties. Fluttering creeps up from deep in my belly. And an unfamiliar ache throbs between my legs, begging for relief.

  This is it. I’m going to be completely naked in front of a man. And he’s going to fuck me.

  This is my last chance to back out. His eyes stare at mine, give me one final warning to back out now, because once he starts, there is no stopping him. But I don’t want him to stop.

  My friends told me their first times were horrible. The guy was inexperienced and didn’t know what he was doing. But my first time is going to be incredible. Because I’m doing it with Sebastian fucking King. The king of experience, and the epitome of sexiness.

  I swallow, trying to find my voice to tell him this is precisely what I want. But swallowing doesn’t do enough to give me a voice. I have none. Sebastian stole it. It’s his now, like every other part of my body. I hope I can retrieve it when he’s done with me. Because otherwise, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker when he leaves.

  He leers like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Ruining me. Making my body experience things I didn’t think I could feel for a man I just met. Then shred my heart.

  It’s still worth it.

  He starts lowering my panties, and my hips buck, impatiently needing him to move faster. Not because I’m afraid one of us will back out, but because my body literally can’t handle another second of being a virgin. I need his cock inside me, the ache between my legs is building, and I can’t hold it off any longer.

  I need him rocking back and forth in an exquisite way, making me scream his name and want him forever. I’m not stupid; I know I only get him for tonight. My name doesn’t have enough pull in this town for him to want me for more than one night. And I’m not experienced enough to make sex worth him coming back for more.

  “You need to get your ass back downstairs now. Duncan got in a fight with James over Naomi,” a beaming voice makes me jump.

  Sebastian curses under his breath, but doesn’t move as he frowns, straddling my body on the bed, like he’s going to regret his next move.

  I can’t see who entered Sebastian’s bedroom, Sebastian’s body is still covering me. Which means the intruder can’t see my naked body either. It should bring me some comfort, but it doesn’t.

  “Go to hell Kade! Can’t you tell I’m busy?” Sebastian says.

  Kade? I try to figure out where I know that name, but I can’t place it. It’s familiar, but isn’t. I don’t think I’ve had any classes with a Kade, and I don’t think Sebastian has any close friends named Kade. I don’t know what the hell he is doing here.

  “I don’t give a shit. I’m not here to clean up your messes.”

  Sebastian rolls his eyes and turns his head abruptly toward the intruder as his still hard cock presses deeper between my legs. So close, yet so far.

  “Then, why are you here? I thought you were here to look out for your little brother and to celebrate me graduating next month. I thought you grew a heart and gave a shit about me?”

  Kade growls. “I am here for you. You’re an adult now, though. I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. You do what you want, just thought you should know Duncan and James are fighting. Last I checked, they broke two bar stools and were getting close to the big screen TV of yours. And I’m pretty sure Mrs. Plitt called the cops.”

  “Shit,” Sebastian curses, as his body springs off of me and races out of the room.

>   I don’t rank as high as his TV. My eyes water, but I blink once, and the threat of tears is gone. I won’t cry over a guy. No way. That won’t happen. Ever.

  I shiver, my body cold now Sebastian’s warm body is no longer pressed against me. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware I’m naked except for my panties. And Kade still hasn’t left.

  My hand reaches out instinctively for the blanket lying on the edge of the bed. I need to cover my mostly naked body as fast as possible. Before I yell at this asshole for ruining my night.

  Maybe if I stay here naked in Sebastian’s bed, he will find me when he returns and pick up right where he left off?

  Who am I kidding? I have the worst luck when it comes to guys. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to lose my virginity. I’ve had guys throw up on me, fall asleep, or get a text from an ex all seconds before we were about to fuck. This is just my luck. The universe really doesn’t want me to have sex.

  I jerk the blanket to my body, attempting to cover myself, as I get the nerve to glance up at the man standing over me.

  He’s gaping at me. His eyes take their time as he lazily explores my body with his, like my body is his to peer at.

  My body warms under his gaze, and I forget why I wanted to cover up with the blanket in the first place. He’s a complete stranger to me, but I let him stare at my body that is barely covered with a blanket. I want him to gape. Need him to.

  It’s a different stare than how Sebastian looked at me. But then, this man looks nothing like Sebastian. Sebastian has light shady hair and a fit body with a little stubble on his chin. This man is much taller than Sebastian. His hair is dark, and there is stubble on his chin and neck, although from the business suit he is wearing, I’m sure he shaved this morning, but it grew back by the end of the day.

  Sebastian is still a boy. A college guy who lives for fun. Kade is a man. I’m not sure he even knows what fun is from how he’s standing, like something serious is happening.