Fake Hearts and Kisses (Fake #1)

3. CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

DAISY

Now

“ S pread your legs wider,” he says, his voice hard with his command. “Let me bury my cock in that sweet pussy.”

The handful of popcorn I just crammed into my mouth gets lodged in my throat and I nearly choke. My head smacks the headboard as the bed bounces to Blake’s steady rhythm. I rub it and resume chewing.

“I want to hear you scream my name,” Blake says, his jaw tightening. It sounds like he’s grinding the words out, barely able to contain his need. He grips the headboard, looking down at me with eyes so dark they’re nearly black. A lock of black hair falls in his eyes just as a smile tugs at the corner of his full lips, making my heart flutter in my chest.

He was a good pick.

“Your pussy is so moist.” Blake catches my eye, a sly smirk on his lips.

“Moist?” I say, trying to keep my voice low. “Who the fuck says moist while they are fucking?”

“Wet.” He gives me a wink. Then raising his voice a few notches says, “Your sweet pussy is so wet.”

Shoveling another handful of popcorn into my mouth, I nod, showing that’s a better word choice. I think he’s messing with me, but I’ve only known him for two days, so it’s hard to tell.

My stomach rumbles. Dinner’s in the main lodge in about thirty minutes, but I thought sex was a good idea while we waited. Every couple has sex when they get to their room, right? To break it in? Blake leans over and grabs a handful of popcorn.

“Make sounds, too.” He taps my arm to get my attention. “You’re just sitting there like a wet log. ”

He grips the headboard tighter and ramps up the pace he’s set. I’m second-guessing my line of thinking. My sister’s best friend is on the other side of the wall Blake’s currently pounding the headboard into. I had thought that if she heard us going at it, she’d tell my sister that my boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off me. Then maybe they’ll think I’m actually desirable, funny, and interesting enough to be included.

Not if he keeps saying my pussy is moist, it won’t.

They’ll feel sorry for me.

“Moan, at least,” he says around a mouthful of popcorn.

I eye him for a second. He’s right, of course. I have to sound like I’m enjoying myself. “Oh, Blake,” I moan loudly.

He nods encouragingly, slamming the headboard against the wall harder.

“Fuck me harder!” I yell out, looking at him for reassurance. “Deeper!”

He grins and starts jumping up and down on the bed faster. The bedsprings creak perversely underneath us. He’s kneeling on the bed beside me, gripping the metal bars of the headboard, bouncing up and down so fast that the bowl of popcorn nearly tumbles from my lap. I grab it before it does, stifling a giggle .

“Oh fuck, Daisy, fuck!” Blake moans, leaning in closer to the wall. “I’m coming!”

“Yes, Blake, yes!” I say, drawing out the words like I’m having the most mind-blowing orgasm ever. “Fuck yes!”

He gives the bed a few hard bounces, then stills, shooting me another grin. “That should get them talking.” He settles down next to me and grabs the bowl from my lap.

“What if they weren’t in there?” I ask, grabbing the bowl back.

He shrugs. “I’m pretty sure they were. That Erin sounds like she’s a gossip. I bet she came running when she heard the bed shaking.”

He’s right. Erin looks like a gossip because she is one. It’s also her job. I’ve known Erin since my sister, Lily, drug her home as kids. She’s now one of the biggest social media influencers I’ve ever met. Not that I have met many. Erin has well over a million followers, has several sponsors, and just landed a deal with a huge makeup company to promote their new line, which she is constantly reminding anyone with a set of ears. This trip is going to be perfect for Erin’s social media accounts.

I check my watch. We have twenty minutes before the group expects us at the lodge for dinner. I grab the remote to turn on the large flat screen across from the bed. Blake snatches it from my hands.

“You can’t turn on the TV.” Blake shakes his head. “We just had mind-blowing sex.”

“Except we didn’t.” I reach for the remote, but he holds it over his head.

“But they think we did.” Blake motions to the room next door. “What will they think if you turned the TV on after we fucked?”

“Then what are we supposed to do for the next twenty minutes?” I ask.

His brow quirks up, just one, making him look even more intimidating than usual. Blake is entirely too handsome. “We can fuck for real.”

I roll my eyes, deliberately looking away from the insanely gorgeous man next to me who just pretended to fuck me for fifteen minutes. Grabbing my phone, I open the Instagram app to bring up Erin’s account. She’s documented her entire trip here, just as I knew she would, adding clever hashtags to each post. I scroll through the images and stop at a picture of my sister and Erin. They are all blonde hair, white-toothed smiles, and leggings tucked into boots. They stand, arms linked, on the rooftop of a car, the lodge we are staying in the backdrop. I scowl down at my phone. It’s annoying. It’s annoying because I’m not in any of them, and Lily is my sister. I should be in these pictures. I should be bundled up in cute little outfits and socks, but I don’t have pretty blonde hair, and I’m about as awkward as a giraffe. Lily’s words, not mine.

“I’d probably need more than twenty minutes.” Blake trails a finger down my arm. “I’d want to fuck you slow so I can savor you.”

My face heats, and I slap his hand. He laughs and rolls away from me, hopping to his feet next to the bed. I go back to my phone and the images.

Last week, Lily called me all giggles and informed me that the next Conner Family Gathering would be in some remote lodge in the mountains. She hinted if things went according to plan, there would be a special announcement. There is nothing special about Lily’s plan or her announcement. Everyone in the family knows if there is going to be a gathering on Valentine’s Day, it’s because someone’s planning to propose or already has. My brother did it with his wife four years ago, so no doubt Lily wants to show him up. Kane, the insanely gorgeous blonde model she’s been seeing for all of eight months, is no doubt hinting at a proposal .

This entire trip screams Lily. She is flighty, spontaneous, and practically handed everything good, all covered in gold and chocolate. I’m mousey, quiet, need to plan everything, and I’m certainly not a fashion designer like her. I’m a pre-K teacher and work afternoons in a bookstore.

I pause at a picture of Lily, Erin, and our brother Forest outside the lodge this morning. They’re bundled in cute sweaters and knit beanies, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders with huge, toothy smiles on their lovely faces. Kane is holding a pair of skis over his head like he’s ready to tackle the day. The image irritates the shit out of me. They didn’t even bother waiting for me to arrive before heading out for an early morning run. Once again, I’m left out.

“Are you wearing that to dinner?”

I look at the sage green sweater and skinny jeans that I threw on this morning, then at Blake, who now stands near the foot of the bed. I suck in air. Where did his shirt go? I slide my eyes down his chiseled chest to the cut abs and that mouthwatering V that fades into the jeans he’s buttoning. There is a flash of skin as he fastens the button and zips them up. He’s not wearing boxers. Did he just change right in front of me, and I missed it because I was feeling sorry for myself? I need to pay attention every second this man is near me because I may have just missed his… nakedness.

Blake slides a black button-up shirt over his muscled arm, covering up the tattoos that snake around from his back. “I hope you wear that sweater. It brings out the green of your eyes.”

I look again at the loose sweater, peeling my eyes away from him. “Thanks?”

Even though we just had fake sex and spent hours together on the drive up here, he’s basically a stranger. A complete stranger who’s about to be introduced to my entire family as my boyfriend.

We arrived at the huge mountain lodge over an hour ago, but the group was already out on the slopes. My parents hadn’t arrived yet, so no one was there to greet us but the lodge owner. She had ushered us through the main lodge, pointing at various rooms, and then escorted us through snow-covered paths out to the private cabins where everyone was staying. Each cabin has two separate quarters in one building, like a duplex. When I asked who was in the cabin next to ours, she’d tapped her chin in thought, then told us it was Erin.

“Dinner is at seven.” She gave us a tight smile, then left us on the porch .

After watching her disappear around a line of pines, Blake and I explored the cabin. We agreed he’d sleep in the living room, and I’d take the bed in the small bedroom. When we heard the shrieks of laughter of everyone returning, I suggested we have loud fake sex to let everyone know how in love we were.

“Ready?”

I look back up at Blake. He’s thrown a sweater over his black shirt and is currently sliding on black shoes. All that black makes his dark eyes seem even darker and his black hair shine. It’s hard to believe this guy was just bouncing on the bed next to me, moaning my name. The guy in front of me looks nothing like the grinning, lighthearted man who was teasing me a few minutes ago. Instead, he looks like the serious, no-nonsense man I met with a day ago.

No one is going to believe this guy is my boyfriend.

I put the bowl of popcorn on the end table before dragging myself from the bed. The thought of joining everyone in the lodge is awful. But, it’s the Conner tradition, so I’m obligated to be here. Grabbing boots, I tug them on, and then walk to the door. I grab the handle and twist, but before I can pull it fully open, Blake’s hand lands on the rough wood next to me, slamming it closed. With a gasp, I spin to face him but stumble back against the door when I find him standing inches away. He braces his other hand against the door near my head, trapping me between the door and him.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pressing my hands to his chest as he moves closer like this will somehow stop him from doing whatever he’s planned. His hard chest feels like a rock under my hands. Blake tilts his head down to look at me so that his face is inches from mine, so close his hot breath fans over my face filling my nose with the earthy scent of cedar and smoke.

“You look too perfectly pressed for a woman that’s just been thoroughly fucked.” The way he says the last two words make me think he’s thought about just how he’d fuck me. I squeeze my thighs together, a little unnerved by how close and how much larger he is than me. “We need you looking a bit flushed and tousled.”

Blake tilts his head down and kisses the tip of my nose. My heart thundering in my chest, making me dizzy, I grasp his shirt in fists. He brushes his lips to mine, then licks the seam of my mouth. A primal need rushes through me. I part my lips, inviting him to take more. He takes my offer and drives his tongue deep into my mouth. Falling into the kiss, I slide my tongue along his, releasing a soft, breathy moan. He breaks away suddenly and steps back .

“Now you look hot and bothered,” he says. “Let’s go meet those parents.”

I blink a few times to clear my vision. Did I moan? I think I moaned. How embarrassing.

“What was that?” I smooth my hair down, trying to collect myself. “That’s not allowed.”

He grins. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

I open my mouth to protest, but yeah, he’s got me there. It’s not like I was trying to stop him. I sank into his kiss so fast; I’m still spinning.

“We’re going to be late, my lovely flower,” he says, stepping close, but instead of touching me, he grabs the door handle.

I step aside, shooting him a look. “No more real kisses, Blake.”

He winks. “That’s right, we only do fake kisses this weekend.”

“No kisses!” I hiss. “We agreed to no funny business.”

“I didn’t hear either of us laughing.” He gives me another smirk as he pulls the door fully open. “Let’s go make this Erin feel awkward.”

I groan in frustration. Awkward indeed. Now I’m awkward. This was not the plan. The plan was for us to ensure that Erin would gossip with everyone about how my fake boyfriend is hot, in love with me, and amazing in bed. Then, maybe, just maybe, my parents would leave me alone, and Lily would stop treating me like the boring teacher I really am. I follow Blake out to the large front porch and stop in horror at the person shutting the door to the cabin that’s butted up to ours.

This is the worst possible scenario. My entire face heats in horror.

“Sounds like you guys christened the room already,” our neighbor says as he extends his hand to Blake. “You must be Blake. I’m Forest, Daisy’s brother.”