Four Week Fiance 2 (7 page)

“Show me what?”

“How I’m thinking and feeling.” His eyes glittered at me. “I’ll make you forget all those exes once and for all.”

“It’s not like I want to be with them.” I sighed. “I was just telling you what was going through my mind the moment you came up to me.”

“Mila,” he said with a shake of his head, “enough.”

“Enough what?” I gawked at him. “I haven’t even really said anything. It’s not like we were in bed and I screamed out one of their names or had fantasies of you being one of them.”

“Mila.” He came closer to me and his nostrils were flaring. “You are completely ridiculous.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned at him. “I’m not ridiculous.”

“If I weren’t a gentleman, I would bend you over right here and now and show you what’s what,” TJ said, his voice throaty as he leaned down to look into my eyes.

“Yeah, I guess if you weren’t a gentleman, you would do that,” I said, my breath coming quickly as I looked up into his eyes, my lips a mere inch from him.

“Are you doubting the fact that I’m a gentleman?” he said, his lips moving against mine but not kissing me.

“Would that be a surprise?” I said as my lips touched his gently.

“No.” He chuckled and pressed his lips against mine harder, this time actually kissing me.

“You know you’re a dirty rotten scoundrel inside.” I kissed him back and then tugged on his lower lip with my teeth.

“And you love it,” he said, his eyes staring into mine as his hands crept around my waist. “You want me to be a dirty bastard,” he said, pushing himself into me. I could feel his hardness against my lower belly and I felt a stirring inside my soul.

“I don’t want you to be anything you don’t want to be,” I said, swallowing hard as he pulled me closer towards him.

“Aren’t you considerate?” He almost purred as his hands crept up and cupped my breasts.

“Yes.” I smiled innocently back at him and reached down and grabbed his package. “I’m very considerate.” I squeezed gently and he groaned as he grew in my hands.

“Yes, you are.” He groaned and moved his mouth to my ear and blew sensually. “I want to fuck you, Mila. I want to bend you over my car and take you from behind. It won’t be romantic and it won’t be slow.”

“Okay,” I squeaked out as I blushed.

“Are you okay with that?” He leaned back and looked at me. “Or will you consider me an asshole?”

“I don’t think you’re an asshole.”

“I just want to make sure. I remember in your Operation Condor handbook, you had something about sex in a car. I wasn’t sure if sex
over
a car was the same.”

“Oh, my God.” My face grew redder. “That’s how you knew? You saw my notebook?”

“Maybe.” He laughed and then nodded. “I read it once.” He grinned. “I was waiting to see if you were ever going to make a move on me in the back seat of a car. I was disappointed that you never did.”

“Oh, my God, I could die,” I squealed as I desperately tried to remember exactly what I’d written in the notebook. I know I had several seduction techniques in there that I’d never used, but I couldn’t remember what else I might have written about.

“It’s not that bad.” He laughed and then winked. “Now I can help you live out some of your fantasies.”

“Those weren’t my fantasies,” I protested as I continued to squeeze his hardness.

“What were they, then? He grunted and thrust himself into my hands.

“They were what I thought would be your fantasies,” I admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“You wanted to make my fantasies come true?”

“Yes.” I nodded and cried out as he spun me around and pushed me over the hood of his car. “TJ?”

“Shh, we’re making one of my fantasies come true,” he said and I felt him sliding his zipper down behind me, before pulling my dress up and to the side.

“TJ?” I gasped as I felt the cool air hit my behind. “Should we be doing this here? What if someone sees us?”

“That’s why we have to be quick.” He grunted and I felt him thrust inside of me deep and hard.

“Ooh,” I cried out as he filled me up. I fell forward and I moaned as he thrust in and out of me quickly. The car metal was cold against my collarbone, but TJ was warming me up from inside.

“Oh, Mila, you’re so wet for me. You were so wet and ready for this, weren’t you?”

“TJ.” I moaned out his name, unable to say anything else as I felt an orgasm building up. I couldn’t believe I was letting him fuck me in the parking lot, where anyone could see us, but that was part of being with TJ— the excitement, the danger, it was all an added plus. He lived life on the edge, every single day, and I was starting to enjoy that as well.

“Mila.” He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, over and over again, so that I could barely breathe. His cock felt so deep inside of me that I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. “I’m going to come.” He groaned and I allowed myself to let go completely in the last few thrusts. He collapsed on top of me after we came, and we just lay there on the car for a few seconds before he stepped back, pulled me up and straightened my dress back down.

“I want you to move in with me tomorrow,” TJ said as he held me close to him. “I need to have you around all the time.”

“I know, you already said that before.” I panted, not wanting to think too much into it, as my body was still riding high on my orgasm. I didn’t want to grow hope that he wanted me close because he was falling for me. “But I can’t move in tomorrow. I still need to pack and get my stuff together.”

“The day after?” He frowned.

“A few days.” I laughed and touched the side of his face lightly as he pouted. “I’ll move in, in a few days.”

“Good,” he said and then kissed me on the forehead. “That’s settled then.”

“Then you can have your wicked way with me whenever you want,” I said teasingly, though I wasn’t really joking.

“Yup.” He winked and leaned over and bit down on my lip. “Whenever I want,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “Just as long as you’re willing.”

I’m always willing
crossed my mind, but instead I stayed silent and just smiled at him. Confusion and lust were invading my mind and I was starting to get caught up in the fog of emotions that TJ had always brought to my life.

“Let’s go back inside.” He smiled and held my hand and we walked back into the party with huge grins on our faces.

“I
need you to go to Paris tomorrow, sign the contract for the Hatcher deal.” My dad looked up at me, a small frown on his face. “And see if you can get them to include the patents from their glamour manufacturers.”

“Tomorrow?” I frowned at him. “I can’t go tomorrow.”

“You have to fly out tomorrow, so you can sign the contract the following day.”

“I can’t go tomorrow.” I shook my head, not wanting to tell him why.

“TJ, this isn’t a discussion. You’re going tomorrow.” My dad was looking at me with narrowed eyes.

“I have something to do on Friday,” I said. “You’ll have to go.”

I watched as my dad pursed his lips. He didn’t like being disobeyed.

“Why can’t you go?” he asked me, his lips thin.

“Mila’s graduating,” I said, noticing the dismissive look on his face.

“From high school?” He sneered.

“College,” I said my voice tinged with anger. “She asked me to come watch her walk.”

“Is that really important?” He stared at me, his eyes cold.

“It’s important to Mila.”

“Her family is going, yes?” He sighed. “Why do they need you to go? You can still give her a graduation present if you don’t go.”

“She asked me to go,” I said, starting to get angry. “I’m not flying to Paris.”

“Travis James Walker, a graduation is not more important than a fifty-million-dollar deal.”

“It is to me,” I said, trying to explain to him and myself why it was so important to me that I attend. “She’s my best friend’s sister. She’s been in my life for years. This is important to her. It’s important to me. I’m going.”

“So you’re going because you feel like it’s your sister that’s graduating?” My dad sneered. “Are you telling me that you wish I’d given you siblings?”

“I’m not saying anything like that,” I said, my fists clenching. He didn’t understand that I had deep feelings for the whole Brookstone family. He didn’t understand that I considered them to be closer family than he was. He didn’t understand that Mila was special and when she’d called me months ago telling me she was graduating and asked if I’d come to the ceremony, something in me had lit up. I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it.

“Fine.” My dad pursed his lips. “I’m not happy and this shows me that I don’t think you’re anywhere near to being able to take over the company. I’m going to have to do some serious thinking.”

“May I go now?” I asked, not interested in my dad’s emotional and mental blackmail. If he wanted to pass on his company to someone else, he could do so.

“Yes,” he said, and as I walked out of his office, I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I opened the door, closed it and continued on out of the building. I was done for the day. My heart was racing and I wasn’t quite sure why I’d refused my dad on such an important deal for a college graduation. I was pretty sure that Mila wouldn’t care that much if I’d missed it. But I wanted to be there. I wanted to be a part of her special occasion. I wanted to hug her and congratulate her on finally becoming a full-grown adult. I wanted to welcome her to the world. A world she didn’t know yet. I wanted to be there for her. In more ways than one.

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“S
oooo . . .” Mila looked at me awkwardly, her three large suitcases set in front of her waiting to be carried to my bedroom. I had to admit that I was slightly taken aback at how much stuff she’d brought with her. I’d been expecting a duffel bag of clothes or something, not what appeared to be her entire wardrobe. I wondered what the taxi driver must have thought when he’d dropped her off. If he was anything like me, he probably thought that she was thinking that she was moving in forever. I tried not to panic at the thought, though a part of me kind of liked the idea that she’d be here with me forever.

“So?” I said with a small smile. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her.

“Where should I put my suitcases?”

“Where do you want them to go?”

“In my room.” She shrugged, her face turning red. I thought it was cute that she could still be embarrassed in front of me, after everything we’d done together.

“You mean our room?” I asked softly as I walked towards her. “The room with the whips and chains?”

“I guess so.” She licked her lips nervously, her eyes widening slightly at my words. I knew she was wondering if I was joking or not. Actually, I take that back. I knew that she knew that I wasn’t joking.

“Do you want to see my secret dungeon?” I touched her shoulder lightly and gazed into her warm brown eyes, a secret thrill running through me as I saw the curiosity in her eyes.

“Would it be a secret if I saw it?” she replied smartly and I laughed. She was still my snappy Mila, no matter what we’d done together. I’d been slightly worried that she’d be a little overwhelmed and scared of me. I did have a voracious sexual appetite and I knew that some women didn’t enjoy the risks and adventures I liked to take. It made me appreciate the woman she’d grown into even more.

“Well, you’ll see it eventually.” I winked. “But I suppose that will be when you’re naked and begging me to—”

“Ha.” She rolled her eyes as she interrupted me. “I won’t be begging you to do anything.”

“Oh how foolish and young you are.” I laughed, my fingers running along her trembling lips. “How many times do you have to be reminded otherwise?”

“Reminded of what?”

“Reminded of how good it feels to beg me. And how good it feels when I give in to your pleas.”

“I don’t beg and plea and you don’t give in. It’s not giving in if you want it as well, TJ.”

“Shall I tell you what I want right now?” I said, leaning down and kissing her lips softly. She kissed me back, her tongue licking my lips before she gently sucked on my lower lip and bit down with her small, sharp teeth. I felt a stirring in my loins as my hands moved down to her waist, pulling her closer to me, so that she could feel what she was doing to me. I felt her sharp intake of breath as my hardness pressed against her stomach and I deepened our kiss, my hands falling to her ass.

“TJ,” she moaned, her hands pushing me back.

“Yes,” I groaned, not wanting to stop.

“My room?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes up at me. “I’ve got some unpacking to do.”

“I don’t know why you brought all these clothes with you,” I said as I picked up two of her suitcases. I grunted at how heavy they were. What exactly had she packed? “It’s not like you’re going to be wearing clothes much.”

“Oh?” She tossed her long blond hair to the side and gave me a cute little smile, her nose crinkling as she gazed at me. “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know,” I growled as she poked me in the chest with her index finger. I noticed that she’d recently painted her nails a hot-pink color and I wondered if she had painted her toenails the same color as well.

“Keep fooling yourself, Mila.” I laughed as I walked towards my bedroom and she followed behind. It felt strangely exciting to be welcoming Mila to my home. I’d never lived with a woman before and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I know what I was hoping to expect, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“I brought some sheets with me, if you don’t mind,” she said softly as we walked into the bedroom. “I thought they would soften up the room.” She gave me an impish smile as I put her cases down and turned to her. “Seeing as I live here now as well.” She walked over to the bed and pulled the duvet off and handed it to me. “I might as well change the sheets now, seeing as I have you here with me.”

I stood there in silence as she proceeded to pull the dark gray sheets off of my bed. To say I felt stunned was an understatement. This was all of a sudden seeming real. Realer than I’d expected. And my worry grew. What if Mila’s expectations were different from mine? What if we weren’t on the same page that I thought we were on? My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the back of her body while she hummed to herself happily. I was lying to myself and to her. I knew that her expectations were different. I knew that I was playing with fire. I knew that one or both of us was going to get burned, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care because in that moment all I could think about were my needs. And her needs. And to hell with the rest. To hell with the secrets and lies. To hell with feelings. To hell with all of it. I was going to show Mila that all the things she thought I’d been joking about were real. I was going to show her my secret dungeon. The dungeon she didn’t believe was real. And I was going to have her begging me. Begging me to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known in her life. And then I was going to make her wait. And while the wait would almost kill both of us, it would only make things so much better. And then, then she would know that her dreams and fantasies about who I was and who we were together were just that—figments of her imagination. And when she realized that, I knew that life as I knew it would be over.