Fake Fiancee (For Now) (Big Men of Blue Mountain 1)

Slow, even thrusts, curving upward until everything turns sharp and clear. “Oh my God.” I writhe, and he presses my one wrist harder into the bed.

“Don’t move.”

The pleasure is too much. “I can’t,” I say, hips jerking up into his fingers, seeking more. Needing more. God, yes.

Leo’s lips are at my ear. “Don’t you fucking move, Diana.”

“It’s not possible.” I’m not even trying to move, it’s just happening. My brain is no longer in control of my body. I’m turned into a pleasure-seeking missile, and the target is his fingers.

“It is. Trust me.”

I close my eyes and bite my lip, focusing on locking down my muscles, and everything ratchets up. Without the movement there’s nowhere for the pleasure to go but into me and I’m suddenly on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Leo.”

“Do it.”

My orgasm shatters through me and I fall off that cliff into a warm sea of nothing but ecstasy. He doesn’t let me go, hand fucking me furiously through the orgasm until I’m shaking and both my thighs and the sheets beneath me are wet.

He pulls his sweats off and tosses them aside, and I wiggle out of his t-shirt because I can’t go another fucking minute without his skin on mine. As soon as he’s naked, I pull him to me, wrapping myself around him again.

Leo is wrapped around me too, hands in my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss my throat. And something about the feeling of his lips on my pulse makes me shiver. “Diana,” he breathes. Nothing else is said out loud. Not yet. But he takes his time with me, stroking his hands over every part of my body. It’s an exercise in arousal. And when his hands reach my ass, I know the question he’s asking.

I’ve never done that. With anyone. And if I give it to him he’ll always be with me. The rational part of me tells me to run. That I shouldn’t be diving in this deep for something that isn’t real. But then again, I can’t exactly pretend that it isn’t real anymore.

The brave part of me craves this—wants him to have a piece of me that no one else does. That wants to throw myself in with wild abandon. And she’s in control right now. “Yes.”

Leo’s mouth crashes down on mine, stealing all that’s left of my breath. And then he reaches over onto the nightstand for a bottle of lube I know wasn’t there before.

“Did you buy that when you bought the ring?”

He grins in the dim room. “Maybe.”

I wiggle my hips underneath him. “You were so sure that I was going to say yes?”

“I hoped you would. Even if it wasn’t today.”

There’s a stupid smile on my face. “You really love my ass.”

“I love every part of your body,” he says, seriously enough to make my stomach swoop. “But your ass is a goddamn work of art.”

He spreads the lube over me and suddenly I’m nervous. But the way he’s looking at me—all fire and hunger and need—tells me all that I need to know.

Leo moves slowly, deliberately looking at me as he lifts one leg and kisses the inside of my ankle, working all the way up my leg with his lips until my knee is pressed to my chest. Then the other one. Each press of his lips leaves goosebumps.

I’m completely open to him, and now I’m shaking for a different reason. How is this so vulnerable? It can’t because he put a ring on my finger, can it?

Leo dives down, burying his face between my legs without a thought, and his tongue chases every thought and worry out of my head. “Though I have to say,” he smirks up at me, “your pussy gives your ass a run for its money.”

Blood rushes to my face, and he laughs before he licks me. Fast and then slow, never taking his eyes off mine. It’s easily the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen, tattooed arms spreading me wide, cock hard and waiting, and his tongue circling my clit.

“Fucking hell.” The words slip out of me, and Leo hums in response. God, those vibrations are good, the deep richness of his voice spreading through me in entirely new ways.

He doesn’t take me all the way. My orgasm is just spinning up when Leo takes his mouth away, and I cry out in protest. “Nooooo,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry,” he says. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming.”

“I can’t do that,” I gasp. “If your parents hear me again, I’ll never live it down.”

Leo presses the tip of his cock against my ass. “Do me a favor,” he says, leaning over me, face close, cock poised and ready, “don’t talk about my parents when I’m about to fuck your ass.”