Fiancée for Rent by Elizabeth Grey

Chapter 13

Liam

Having won the bed a second night in a row, taken it out of some misguided spite, I couldn't sleep once again. Only this time around, the girl on the floor invaded my thoughts. I'd touched her one too many times in the past few days, much more than necessary for our ruse. Today, she'd pushed me away in equal measure when no one could see. I'd refused to look too hard or too deep, if at all, at how each instance hurt. But, damn, women were dangerous. Who could understand them?

She'd look at me one way, flirt, then push me away. I knew she had real wounds given the death of her ex, and if I were honest with myself, I had no idea how to deal with all that drama in a supportive manner. Regardless of my shortcomings in the realm of interpersonal relationships, my body, a stirring in my groin, nagged at me. No one could fault me for being a man with a woman as beguiling and beautiful as Kylie. No one at all. Still, I feared I wasn’t the man she needed to help her come to terms with her grief, to love again, and if I even wanted all of that. It was not the plan, not what we were doing here, yet I’d lost sight of exactly what we were doing here in the moments we’d shared here.

On the other hand, farm life had taken away any dark clouds that had hung around me in the city. I didn’t feel the need to drink, though the spiked cider Mrs. Davis kept pushing had been too good to pass up. I wanted, not needed—big difference.

I rolled over on the lumpy mattress, away from the blanket of blond curls that laid across her pillow like spun silk. The image of her on her horse today, her hat having fallen off, those tresses free, blowing in the wind, had aroused a part of me in a way beyond what pure beauty did to a man. My jeans had grown as tight as my chest. I couldn't deny that.

I held my breath when I heard her rise from the floor, complain in a soft tone about her back, and then begin to dress. When the fire grew in my lungs, I wondered how people breathed when they slept and blamed the beautiful woman I couldn't see dressing behind me for my sudden bout of insanity.

As she crept down the stairs, I grabbed for my own discarded pile of clothes. Glancing out the window like a common prowler, I watched her in the moonlight pull on her coat as she made her way across the yard. In a rush of movement before my brain caught up, I followed suit and ran to catch her. I didn't suppose I needed to protect her out here on her farm, but I was unnerved by the thought of her out there alone. I didn't want to come face-to-face and test one of those cows she claimed were so nice. As I took in a deep breath, the clean, fresh, cold air energized me.

"Liam," she threw out in a hushed shout. "You scared me! What are you doing out here?"

"Me? What the hell are you doing out here in the wild?"

"The wild? My family farm?" She laughed a high, short burst of sound before she covered her mouth with her glove. "I spent my life out here in the dark."

"Sorry. You can't take the city out of a boy. And, I'd claim my mother raised me right, but it was more my nanny who told me how to treat women. She was fierce."

When she laughed again, I dared to catch up with her.

"Sorry if I woke you. I couldn't sleep another minute on that floor."

"I told you to take the bed."

"You won it fair and square."

I stopped short when she did, the snowy scene before us, the full moon glistening on the lake, the backdrop of the winter-bare trees. She caught my gloved hand in hers. The material separating us didn't stop the heat. It shot up my arm and ran rampant throughout my shivering body.

"Just when I thought the scenery couldn't get any better," I stated, the words barely coming out.

"I agree," she said, but I turned to her voice to find her looking at me.

The moonlight caught those blue eyes, highlighting the locks of hair that fell from under her hat. I took a deep breath a moment before she pressed her lips to mine. The sheer force of her body set me off balance. I stumbled back as I held onto her coat for dear life. We fell, kissed, and laughed, then kissed again, each press of our lips more frantic. Her legs wrapped around mine. Jeans didn't stop the quick attention my groin snapped to. I gave up any fight to not be with this woman, yet the scarves, the gloves, the jacket, each hindered our every movement.

"Follow me," she whispered.

I may have stumbled, but I did as instructed. Thoughts to the wayside, by the time she opened a door in the barn she hadn't the day before, I found us in a room with a mattress on the floor and several blankets.

"Not the warmest room, but it'll do."

"Dare I ask what this is for any other time?"

"When someone needs to be close to the cows, sick or about to give birth."

"Seriously?"

"You want to talk about this now?"

"Fuck no!" I managed, although my erection had redirected all blood from my brain.

At this point, I wanted this woman so badly I'd lost all ability to reason anyway. As if she'd sensed my weakness, her now ungloved hand went right to my jeans. As I fumbled off my damn gloves, she made short work of the button and zipper. I groaned as she unzipped, nipped at her ear, bit at her neck, buried my face in her breasts as I snatched and pitched each piece of clothing that stood in my way.

In response, she yanked down my jeans, dropped to her knees, and grabbed my cock where it stood at attention. When the vixen dared to kiss the tip of my erection, I moaned as I gave into my animal nature. We were in a fucking barn.

In one swift movement, I picked her up and threw her back on the mattress. Breasts bare already, I reached for her pants. With a wiggle-like striptease, she worked her way out of them for me.

I managed to rip off my shirt as my thoughts went cloudy. In the light that streamed through the open door, she glistened pink and wet. I dropped to her, took in the sweetest smell, then took my first taste. Like a man possessed, I worked her up with each kiss to her engorged lips, each taste between her folds, each nip to her tiny clit.

She grabbed at my hair, pulling me closer right before her hips lifted, and she cried out. I sucked through each tremble until her ass lowered to the mattress. As she shivered, I flipped her over onto her stomach, a need to see that ass without all the clothes she wore. I bit caressed, kissed my way from her perfect round, pale flesh up her back until my hands found her breasts.

When she cried out my name, it sounded like music to my ears. I shivered myself, a sensation that shot through me to my very soul. Unable or unwilling to focus on it, I rolled her back over, moved between her legs, and took one red, hard nipple in my mouth. She grabbed my ass and forced me into her.

At first, I couldn't breathe as her tight, warm body grabbed me, took me in with fast, short movements. The sensations built at a frenzied pace, in keeping with our movements.

She arced up, then muffled her scream as she pressed her lips to mine. As she bucked against me, her tongue swept through my mouth. I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Fuck, condom," my brain caught up.

But she pushed me off her and down onto the mattress. Her mouth found my erection and finished me off like. When I released, she fell to me, her breasts against my stomach, her head nestled on my chest, her arm draped over my hips. 

It didn't take long for the chill to reach our heated bodies. Or all the possible ramifications of what we'd done to start to settle in.