Chapter 6

CHAPTER

SIX

FOX

The next morning, a stampede of tiny but mighty feet wakes me from my uncomfortable slumber. A shooting pain in my neck reminds me I dropped into this stiff ass sitting chair the second I pointed Alida to the bed. I rub the kink in the back of my head, realizing I’d been too fucking worn out to even kick off my boots.

What should have been a two-hour drive turned into three when we hit heavy snow halfway to the cabin. I’d give anything to grab a shower and drop into bed for the rest of the morning. But if I don’t emerge from my room soon, they’ll send the littles in to encourage me out of bed.

I should probably warn someone Alida’s here before she’s ambushed.

I give myself permission to watch her sleep for just a moment, drinking in the beautiful sight and committing it to memory. Her dark hair fans across the pillow. The t-shirt she’s wearing has ridden up, revealing a sliver of stomach bordered by the comforter she’s shoved down to her waist.

Blood rushes south. My dick begins to harden as I imagine pressing my lips to that soft patch of skin and gently peeling away those yoga pants.

I bet she tastes divine.

I force myself out of the chair before I face a predicament I can’t escape. No need to horrify Alida should she wake up and discover a tent pitched in my pants. Though after the way she leaned into me, anticipating my kiss last night, I suspect she doesn’t hate me as much as she wishes she did.

Never in a million years would I have brought a random fake girlfriend to meet my family for Christmas, especially without warning. I learned a long time ago how to tune out their questions about when I’ll get married and settle down.

Then there’s Grandma Lola who can sniff out a farce a mile away. I’m banking on the organic chemistry to fool her. Because now it’s not only my family I need to convince, but also Alida. If she gets wind that I’m only doing this so she’ll take the money I know she desperately needs, she’ll be pissed and too stubborn to accept it.

That this whole charade will give me an excuse to touch Alida without feeling like I’m going straight to hell is a bonus.

There can be no sex.

But there will be soft caresses, flirty touches, and a kiss or two.

I steal one more glance at a sleepy Alida, my gaze zeroed in on her lips. If I’d kissed her last night in her bedroom doorway, I’d bet my life savings that we’d have ended up naked.

My cock twitches at the fantasy of shoving Alida up against her bedroom wall as I ram into her, warning me this fake relationship is going to be a whole helluva lot harder than I bargained. But there’s no cost too great to ensure her safety. I shudder to think how she might have spent last night if I hadn’t been tipped off about her participation in the auction.

I kick off my boots and quietly strip out of my clothes before slipping into the en suite bathroom. My cock’s fully hard by the time I close the door.

As the hot water rains down on my stiff body, I take my cock into my hand and slowly pump it. I press one hand into the tile and allow my eyes to fall closed as I picture Alida’s sassy mouth circling my swollen head. She’d enjoy the hell out of holding that kind of power over me. I can practically see a sparkle of victory in her eyes as she kneels in front of me.

I pump faster, picturing that band of exposed skin above her waistline.

In my fantasy, I don’t even get the fucking yoga pants off before my real release slams into me. I brace myself against the wall as hot ropes of cum shoot from my cock. It’s all I can do to muffle my groan, hoping like hell she can’t hear me in the bedroom.

Fuck . I’ve got it worse than I thought.

Pressing my forehead against the tile, I work at catching my breath so I can finish showering.

In a different world, I’d claim Alida for my own.

I’d show that stubborn, feisty, beautiful woman pleasure like she’s never known. I’d give her every reason to never put herself up for auction ever again. Money could never buy the ecstasy I could give her over and over. I’d take care of her in every way if only she’d stop being so stubborn and let me.

But because this is reality, I finish my shower and get dressed. I can’t think about fucking my late buddy’s little sister right now, because she deserves some warning before I subject her to my unsuspecting family.

But when I open the door, I discover that the bed’s empty. My heart hammers in my chest. Did she make a run for it?

I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot her bag and snow boots next to a sitting chair. It’s only temporary relief, however, because reality hits me like a swift kick to the dick. “Shit.” Alida’s meeting my family without me.