Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

My heart ached at his concern. “They’re jerks, but I don’t think they’ll actually do anything to hurt us. Stark needs community support, and he won’t have it if his men are terrorizing children.”

He turned so he was on his side looking at me. “You know I’d do anything to protect you two, right? I mean I know I’m not her father and my mother says I’m not allowed to buy her ponies without your consent-”

I laughed, remembering I’d thought just that.

“-but she’s a great kid, Sinclair. I want to be there for her.”

Guilt sliced through me again. It was time, I decided. Time for him to learn the truth.

“Wyatt, about Alyssa.”

He pressed his finger over my lips. “I know you’re her mother, and you call the shots. But whatever happens here, between us, I’ll be here for both of you. I promise.”

I nodded, feeling overwhelmed by the emotion I saw in his eyes.

“I’d like that.” I looked down, to gather the strength to come clean, knowing he might change his mind, at least about wanting to be there for me.

“Hey.” His hand cradled my face. “I’m sorry I was a bit rough before too. I hope I didn’t scare you?”

I smiled. “No. I sort of liked it. I’m worried you didn’t.”

His hand slid down to my backside and pulled me flush against him. He was already getting hard. “I did like it. I always come so hard with you. But I lost control a bit and I don’t ever want to hurt you or scare you.”

“I wasn’t either.”

“Can I make it up to you anyway?” He hooked my thigh over his hip, opening my body to him, his cock teasing my entrance.

I knew I needed to make him stop. I had something to tell him. But the emotion and sincerity in his eyes stopped my words. Instead I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him. I pushed my hips forward and took him inside me.

He groaned into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, Sinclair.”

I pushed him back, straddling over him. “How good, Wyatt?” I rocked over him.

“Fucking good.” His hands held my hips as he moved with me. There were no words then. Just our bodies doing what they did best. We might have clashed in life. I had a secret that was getting in our way. But like this, with just our bodies and breathing, we were in complete sync.

His gaze locked on mine, and a wave of emotion filled my chest. This was what we’d planned so many years ago. Married. Living in this house. Raising our children. We were on the verge of achieving that dream and I was the one person stopping it from fruition. I had to tell him the truth. I had to tell him because it was the only way I could achieve what I really wanted. I wanted Wyatt. I wanted a family.

His hands slid up to my breasts and gently kneaded them. Then he levered up, sucking them into his mouth.

“Wyatt.” My body was on fire. My heart was bursting with love.

“You’re mine,” he said. At least that was what I thought he said. It was muffled against my chest. Maybe it was just what I wanted him to say.

Together we rode up and up toward bliss, until together, we lept off the edge of oblivion.

Tell him, tell him, went off like a mantra in my brain. “Wyatt.”

He looked up at me, his green eyes so lovely.

The front door slammed shut.

“Oh shit,” he said. “They’re home.”

Oh, shit was right. I’d have to wait until another moment. I hoped when it came, I didn’t lose my nerve.

We scrambled from the bed and quickly dressed.

“I’ll head them off,” he said since he was already in his jeans and t-shirt. He gave me a quick kiss. “I like you in my bed, Sinclair. You should think about staying in it.”