Bridgette comes back to the front door and I meet here there, holding her bag while she locks the door behind her.

  “Does this mean that you’ve forgiven me?” I ask. I know that I said some stupid stuff earlier and I don’t want her to hold it against me. I need her forgiveness.

  But more than that, I need her.

  I want to take her here, in front of everyone, but I know that I need to wait.

  “No.” She looks up at me, her eyes bright with tears. “But it does mean that I’ll listen.”

  That’s all I need. I love this woman and I’m going to take her for my own, no matter what she may think. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I need to feel her sweet curves under my hands.

  Without thinking, I gently slide my arm around her waist and pull her into me. Her body is pressed so close to me that I can feel her heart beating through her shirt.

  I’m going to make it beat a lot faster.

  Stepping forward, I press her body between mine and the door. She doesn’t push me away but instead grabs my hips, pulling them in to her. I lean into the kiss, deepening it as I get to taste her.

  She tastes like home.

  My cock throbs in my pants as I lean into her. I want to be inside of her so badly. I need to claim her for my own and make sure that she knows that she belongs onto to me.

  The ring that she wears on her finger may technically be fake, but I’m ready to make it real. I want to propose to this curvy girl and make her my own but I’m not sure that she’s ready.

  “Come with me to the apartment,” I tell her, leaning back and gasping. We’re not going to be able to take this far enough out here on the street.

  I need more from her than I can take in the middle of the sidewalk.

  “No.” She shakes her head, her long red braid dancing down her back. “I’m not ready for that yet.” Before I can say anything, she looks up at me with a glint in her eye. “But there’s something that we can do, if you want.”

  “Anything.”

  “Great, come on.” She grabs my hand and pulls me away from the bakery door. My cock aches for her but I force myself to follow her down the street even though I have no idea where we’re going.

  “What’s the plan, Bridge?” I ask after a few blocks. She slows down and turns to me in the middle of the sidewalk, running her hands up my chest and then looping them around my neck before pulling me down for a kiss.

  I run my tongue into her mouth and slide my hands down her hips to cup her ass before she pulls away.

  God, I can not get enough of this woman.

  “We’re adding to your collection.”

  “My collection?” I’m sure that I’m looking at her like she’s insane, but she only grins at me and gestures behind her to the tattoo parlor.

  My collection of tattoos.

  “I think that the dinosaur will look great right here.” She points to the side of my chest where I have a little free space. “He doesn’t have to be as big as mine is, of course, but don’t you think that’s a good location?”

  This girl has lost her damn mind. All I can think about is burying myself in her sweet body and she’s dragging me around town to get a matching green dinosaur tattoo.

  Had any other person asked me to do this, I would have laughed at them and left them there on the street.

  But this isn’t just any other person.

  “You’re sure that you want to get a matching tattoo with your fake boyfriend?”

  She nods, her eyes wide. “Are you serious about me?”

  “About you? Of course I’m serious. What do you mean?”

  “About being with me. Even though both Ivan and Victoria are gone. There’s nothing holding you here, Alex. You can walk away, fly back to Europe, and never have to see me again. Or we can go into that tattoo parlor and consider this a date.”

  There’s no question in my mind what I’m going to choose, and I think that she knows it.

  “How big is this guy going to be?” I grab her hand and pull her towards the door. She laughs and follows me in.

  A bright green dinosaur tattoo doesn’t really fit with the rest of my ink, but for this girl, I’ll do anything.

  And she needs to know it.

  Bridgette

  “I wish you could have seen the guy’s face when you told him that you wanted a matching bright green dinosaur tattoo!” I’m laughing so hard that it’s difficult for me to speak. “He had to think that you were crazy!”

  Alex reaches out and takes my hand as we walk back down to where he left his car outside the bakery. It feels good to hold his hand because I want to, not because we need to put on a show for anyone who may be watching.

  “Well, it’s kinda crazy the things that we are willing to do for love.”

  He swings my hand back and forth and I laugh.

  “Love? I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to fall in love with your fake fiancée.” Even as I say this, though, I get a chill from his words. He can’t really love me, can he?

  “Sure, you’re probably right. But then again, there are a lot of rules we’ve broken. Like the one that says that you’re not supposed to get kidnapped.”

  I chuckle, and he continues.

  “Or how about the one where you’re not supposed to ask your baby sister’s best friend to be your fake fiancée in the first place?”

  “I also don’t think that you’re supposed to allow yourself to be put up as collateral in a poker game,” I offer, and he grins at me.

  “No, I definitely think that that’s a huge no-no. Let’s see, what else? What about agreeing to marry a crazy bitch in the future for the health and security of your company? Also an idea that is generally frowned upon, I think.”

  We get to his car and he opens the door for me, but before I get in, I want to ask him one more thing.

  “Do you think that this can work? We both took the craziest paths to get to each other and I don’t want to be doing something that’s stupid.”

  “Do I think that this can work?” He leans over the car door and gently kisses me. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make it work. Just ask my new little dinosaur friend.”

  “Okay then. Let’s go to my apartment.” I slide in the car and buckle while he walks around to the driver’s side. “You know that you don’t have to stay with me now that we’re not trying to prove to anyone that we’re engaged, right?”

  “Of course not.” He backs out of the space and starts driving towards my place. “But there’s really nowhere else in the world that I’d rather be.”

  “You’re full of it. Paris?” I venture.

  “Eh, been there, done that. The Eiffel Tower isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, anyway.”

  Liar. “Venice?”

  “Okay if you love water.”

  “Berlin?”

  “Your food is better. Oh, do you think you could make pretzels sometime? That is one thing that the Germans know how to do right. Pretzels and beer.”

  “I already make pretzels. Just not for you.”

  “Not yet. But tomorrow is a new day, you know.” He grins at me while he drives, and I feel the last of my defenses come down. I can’t believe that I’m letting him get under my skin like this. But it feels good.

  “I could make them tonight, you know. We still have some time before I need to get to bed to get some rest.”

  “Not a chance. Bridge, you must be crazy if you think that I’m going to let you do anything productive once we get to the apartment. You can go to bed if you want, but I’m going to be joining you. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

  “I don’t know if I’m tired enough to go to sleep.” I want to see how far he’s willing to take this, what he’s willing to commit to, and I’m not disappointed.

  “I wasn’t talking about getting sleep.”

  My stomach lurches and I feel the familiar warmth between my legs that he provokes. It’s crazy for me to believe that this gorgeous hunk of a tattooed man could want to be with me, but he does. I don’t know how long this will last before he wants to go back to Europe, but I’m going to take advantage of it while it does.

  We pull up to my apartment just a few minutes later, still silent after his last comment. I wonder if he’s thinking the same things I am – about getting naked, about the way his cock felt inside me.

  I shouldn’t worry about whether or not he’s thinking the same things.

  His hands are on me before we’re even in the door. He has one up the front of my shirt, his fingers lightly teasing my nipple through my bra, and I can barely get the key in the door.

  “Everything okay?” He whispers, his breath hot on my cheek. I flush and finally get the key in, even though all I can think about is where his other hand is going.

  “It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” I can’t concentrate. I want nothing more than to feel his hands on my body and for him to take me as his own.

  “You’re fine.” He shuts and locks the door behind us and then turns me, pressing me up against it. A moan escapes my lips as he kisses me.

  “Is this how all of your dates end?” I manage, panting the words out.

  He pulls back for a second but doesn’t stop playing with my nipple. Every touch sends a bolt of electricity through my body and I ache for him.

  “Just the ones with you. Bridge, you’re it for me.”

  He kisses me then before I can ask what he means, his tongue sliding easily into my mouth. I open for him, wanting him to taste all of me.

  “Bedroom?” He asks, and I shake my head.

  I don’t know if I can wait that long.

  Chapter 17

  Alex

  Bridgette doesn’t want to go to the bedroom but starts unbuttoning my shirt in the middle of her foyer. She strips it off and then carefully traces her fingers over my tattoos, being careful to avoid the new dinosaur.

  “You tattoo what’s important to you,” she whispers. “And now I’m right here.” She gently rests her fingers on the bandage covering the dinosaur.

  “You’re here.” I move her hand to rest over my heart. When her eyes flick back up to my face, I take her face in my hands and hold her so I can kiss her.

  She gives herself over to me, a moan filling my mouth while her hands slide up and down my chest.

  I don’t think that I’m going to be able to wait much longer.

  “I need you,” I tell her, pulling back so I can strip her. She helps me, pulling off her clothes and tossing them into a pile on the floor.

  Clad in just a bra and lacy underwear, she’s exposed for me. Her nipples strain through the fabric of her bra and she reaches up to cover herself, but I grab her wrists and pin them back against the door.

  “I want to look at you,” I tell her, locking eyes with her. She lifts her chin and stares at me while I step back to take in all of her curves.

  God, she’s beautiful.

  There isn’t an inch of skin on her that I don’t want to kiss. I start at her ear, nibble on her neck, and slowly work my way down her collarbone. She reaches up and unhooks her bra, allowing her tits to be free, and I take each nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping them while they harden more.

  “Alex,” she moans, making my cock throb in response.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, kneeling in front of her and peeling off her underwear. They’re soaking wet and as soon as I move them, I can smell her.

  She smells amazing.

  Bridgette spreads her legs so that I can kiss her inner thighs, the creamy smooth skin soft under my touch. I want to take my time before I taste her.

  I want to enjoy every second of this.

  Standing, I pick her up and carry her to the sofa, dropping her gently down and then kneeling before her again. She spreads her gorgeous legs for me and wraps her hand in my hair, guiding me to her pussy.

  I lean forward, nibbling up her inner thighs, and then slowly lick her, making her shiver under me.

  She tastes amazing.

  Carefully I slide a finger into her, opening her while I continue to lick and taste her. I don’t want to miss a drop that she has to offer, and I continue to lick and nibble her while she moans.

  “Alex, don’t stop,” she says, while pulling my hair and pressing my face into her.

  I have no intention of stopping until I’m as deep in her as I can go and she’s shattering around my cock.

  “You’re gorgeous, Bridge,” I tell her, continuing to stroke her from the inside. She arches her back and moans as I rub her clit. It’s engorged and the slightest touch makes her moan.

  Without slowing, I lean forward and begin to lick her, sliding my tongue up and around her, making sure to add a lot of pressure to her clit.

  I know what she wants, and I’m going to give it to her until she can’t stand.

  “I need you,” she moans, pushing me away. At first, I’m confused, but then she grabs for my pants, trying to undo them. “I need to feel you in me, Alex.”

  “That’s all she needed to say. I stand and unbutton my pants, pulling them down and slipping out of them as quickly as possible

  My gorgeous girl is waiting for me, practically begging me to hurry, and I’m not going to make her wait one more second than is necessary.

  Bridgette

  I can’t help but bite my lip when Alex strips out of his pants, allowing his cock to spring up and free. He’s gorgeous and tattooed from head to toe, and I want to trace all of his ink and make him tell me the story behind each piece.

  But not right now.

  Now, more than anything else, I need to feel him in me.

  I’m spent, exhausted, and not sure of much in my life, but I do know what I want and what I need.

  I need him.

  “Come to me,” I whisper, reaching for him and taking his huge cock in my hand. He steps forward and moans as I run my hands up and down his shaft.

  I’m so wet for him already that I know he’ll be able to slide easily into me and I don’t want to wait.

  As much as I want to give him the attention he deserves, I need him now.

  I pull him so that he’s on top of me and spread my legs, allowing him to position himself at my opening before he thrusts forward and takes me.

  He’s so huge that I gasp and grip his shoulders tightly, my fingernails digging into his skin as he adjusts himself and pushes forward again.

  “Alex,” I murmur, but I can’t say anything else.

  I feel him fill me, his thick cock stretching me as he enters and I gasp. It’s hard for me to think that this could ever become commonplace, that I could get used to the feeling of his huge cock inside me.

  My fingernails are digging deep into his skin and he pushes harder into me, finding his rhythm.

  I pull him close and bite his shoulder, trying to release some of the energy that I have, and he responds by dropping his hand to my clit and pressing it with his thumb.

  I can feel my orgasm start to build as the waves begin to rush through my body. My muscles tighten as he hits the spot inside me, stroking faster and deeper.

  It seems impossible that he could go any deeper inside of me but then he does, his cock filling me and pushing me to the brink.

  I’m about to fall over it but I want to make sure that he comes with me, too. I have to make sure that he’s with me.

  “Alex,” I moan, “I’m close. Come with me.”

  He groans and angles his body back, striking deep in me, coaxing my orgasm from me. I’m dripping for him.

  “You’re beautiful, Bridge,” he whispers. “And you’re all mine.”

  “Yes!” I cry out, throwing my head back as my orgasm peaks. I couldn’t stop it if I tried and I grip him closely, needing to feel his sturdy body as I crest and then fall apart around him.

  My muscles tighten around him and I milk him. He responds, arching his back as he pushes deeper into me one last time before he comes.

  His thick seed fills me and he pumps through his orgasm, carrying me over the edge as he continues to rub my clit.

  I’m barely breathing, I feel like the world has fallen away from me and the only thing that I have to hang on to and that will keep me grounded his him, so I grip him tightly, screaming out his name as we both come.

  When I’m shattered and sweaty, he leans back and adjusts so he can brush hair out of my face.

  It gives me a chance to look at him.

  The body of a god.

  The heart of a warrior.

  “God, I love you, Bridge,” he whispers, and I feel my body tighten in response.

  He’s telling me thing that I knew but I couldn’t verbalize.

  It was supposed to be a fake engagement, so how the hell did I end up falling in love with Alex?

  Chapter 18

  Alex

  I didn’t mean to fall in love with Bridgette.

  I meant to use her to help me get Victoria off of my back, but now that it’s just the two of us without any outside threats, I realize that I don’t want to be with anyone but her.

  She left the apartment early this morning to open up the bakery and meet the baker I flew in and told me to make myself at home, which is something that I plan on doing.

  But first I have an errand to run.

  It seems like it takes forever for the shops in town to open up, and at 9:00 I’m standing outside the one jewelry shop in town.

  Even though I already gave Bridgette a ring to wear for our fake engagement, she and I both know that it’s not real, and last night I realized that I want her to have something real. It seems crazy, but I knew from the moment I saw her that I wanted to have her.

  I just had no idea that I would want to keep her so badly.

  But she’s gotten under my skin. Literally. I touch the dinosaur tattoo, grateful that we were careful last night when we moved from the sofa to the bed and then to the shower.

  It’s a good thing that my shirt covers up the bite marks she gave me, because my girl definitely claimed me for her own last night.

 

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