“Yes!” she replied, shaking her head. “This is all only pretend!”
“Nah, that’s a no-go for me. We’re going to work that out right now. If you want me to be your boyfriend, then I want some privileges at least. I’m a man—I have needs.”
I was milking this, and I knew I was, but I wanted to fuck this woman so bad, I was willing to chance my arm to see if she’d accept it as a condition to me helping her. She probably thought I’d want sex on demand but little did she know that I would make her crave me before I fucked her.
Keela looked defeated. “What exactly d’ye want from me, Alec?”
“I like physical intimacy.” I shrugged. “No feelings or emotional bullshit, just the physical stuff. I like holding hands, kissing, cuddling, hugging, and fucking. If I’m going to be your pretend boyfriend, then this is what I want. It’s not asking for much.”
The woman looked like she was going to kick the shit out of me.
“Shaggin’ is not on the table at all, so ye’ can get it out of your head right now.”
My cock jumped at the challenge.
“We’ll see, kitten.”
“What d’ye mean ‘we’ll see’?”
“I mean ... we will see.”
“We won’t see anythin’!” She fumed. “I’ve changed me mind. I don’t need your help.”
She just about reached the door when my arms wrapped around her. Her gasp told me she hadn’t heard me move. “You came to me for help, not the other way around, kitten,” I said into her ear. “You don’t have anyone else who can help you, or you wouldn’t be here ... like it or not, you do need my help. You need me.”
She moved out of my hold and spun to face me.
“I’m not shaggin’ you. If that is a deal breaker for ye’, then so be it. I won’t sleep with ye’ in order for ye’ to escort me to the weddin’ as me boyfriend. I don’t care how good lookin’ ye’ are. I’m not that kind of girl!”
Hearing her admit her attraction to me made my ego swell.
“You think I’m good looking?”
She glared up at me, and I was sure she thought she looked intimidating, but she really didn’t. I liked how she stuck to her guns about not wanting to fuck me, though, and that gave me an idea.
“I want to fuck you, no doubt about it, kitten, but it doesn’t have to be a condition since you’re so against it. In fact, since you’re so dead set against it, I’m going to make you a bet instead.”
She eyed me. “What kind of bet?”
“A sexual kind of bet.”
“What?”
I reached up at twirled a curl of her thick, soft red hair around my finger.
“I bet that before anyone says ‘I do,’ I’ll have you on your back with your legs spread wide as I pound away between your thighs.”
Keela’s jaw dropped.
“And you will be the one begging me to suck and fuck you.”
Her eyes dramatically widened. “Are ye’ serious?”
At my nod, she laughed.
“Ye’ have yourself a bet, laddie.”
Her confidence made me smile, but what really amused me was how much she really believed she couldn’t be seduced by me.
“My updated conditions are that we sleep in the same bed and that I can kiss you, touch you, and cuddle with you whenever I want.”
Keela paused. “Ye’ think by doin’ all that, I will willingly lose our bet and have sex with ye’, don’t ye’?”
My lips twitched as I shrugged.
“Fine.” She snorted. “We can sleep in the same bed, but ye’ have to wear pyjama bottoms.”
Come again?
“I sleep naked,” I said. “I always have and always will.”
“Ye’ll wear pyjamas if you’re to sleep in a bed with me. I’m not backin’ down on this, playboy.”
“Playboy,” I repeated. “Really, kitten?”
“Stop callin’ me that.”
“Nah, I like it. You’re small and vulnerable like a cute little kitten.”
“If kitten is staying, then so is playboy.”
I could handle it. “I’ve been called worse, kitten.”
She huffed. “I want to make it clear that I don’t like ye’ very much.”
She only thought that because I didn’t bend to her will.
“Give it time and you’ll like me plenty.”
She ignored me, and said, “Ye’ must wear pyjamas when you’re in the same bed as me. D’ye understand me?”
I licked my lower lip. “I like you giving me orders.”
“Does that mean you’ll follow them?”
I laughed. “Let’s not get too hasty, kitten.”
Keela’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not backin’ down on this. Wearin’ pyjamas is a condition of mine.”
I regarded her. “Is that so?”
“Yes, it is so.”
Her chin lifted in the air, and I liked how fierce she seemed at that moment.
“Fine, pyjama pants in bed.”
Keela beamed in triumph. “And as for the kissin’ and touchin’ parts of your conditions—we will have to build up to that. I don’t know ye’, and I refuse to get intimate on any level with a stranger even if it is fake.”
I could deal with that. “Okay, that sounds fair.”
“So, you’ll be me pretend boyfriend and escort me to Micah and Jason’s weddin’?
I guffawed at her obvious excitement. “Yeah, kitten. You’ve got yourself a fake man.”
She clapped her hands together. “I can’t wait to see Jason’s face. This is gonna be so feckin’ good!”
She returned to her sit at the table, lifted her cup of tea to her lips, blew on it, took a sip, and groaned as she swallowed the hot liquid. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and that was all it took for my erection to spring to life.
“You make the perfect cuppa tea.”
“All that sugar will rot your teeth.”
“I need this. This is how I stay sane.”
I sat back down, and discreetly adjusted my cock in my shorts, but my attention turned to the doorway when I heard a thumping sound. Keela heard it too, and she stood and walked towards the door and pulled it open without a word. She leaped backwards when Dominic fell forward and crashed onto the ground. I cracked up with laughter as he hit the ground with a resounding thud.
What a dumbass.
“I told ye’ she had super hearin’!” Aideen’s voice shouted from down the hallway.
Dominic cursed under his breath as he pushed himself to his feet.
“Are ye’ okay?” Keela asked him. “Ye’ hit the ground hard.”
“He’s fine. Don’t worry about him. It serves him right for eavesdropping.”
Dominic’s eyes found mine. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was coming in to get some water—”
“Explain why you were pressed up against the door and fell when she opened it then?”
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it a second later and settled on glaring at me instead.
“Get your water and leave, little brother. I have things to discuss with my girlfriend.”
Dominic’s eyebrows shot up so high they got lost in his hairline.
“Girlfriend?” he spluttered.
Keela glared at me. “He means fake girlfriend.”
I blew her a kiss. “I’m getting into character, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Fine,” I mused. “Just kitten then.”
She placed her hands on her hips.
“How about callin’ me Keela since that’s me name?”
Dominic chuckled, and said, “Just call her Keela. I never hear the end of it if I don’t call Bronagh by her name.”
“What do you call her if not ‘er name?” Keela asked.