Between Desire and Denial: A Fake Dating Romance (Hardy Billionaires)
Between Desire and Denial: Chapter 39

“Stop with the future wife!” She slammed the door of the house after I’d followed her inside.

“Never gonna happen. Until we’re married. Then, it’ll just be wife,” I said as I laid my shirt on the chair and smiled over at her. Steam was practically coming out of her ears as her eyes widened at my nonchalance of the term.

“You make all this sound so normal! And I know it’s not, Dimitri. Like you’ve considered marrying all the women you’ve ever been in a relationship with?” Her eyes narrowed. “It’s ridiculous.”

“Absolutely. Because the only serious relationship I’ve ever had is with you.”

“Well, I’m not happy with our serious relationship right now because you’re being a misogynistic asshole who won’t let his girlfriend mow a damn lawn. No one would ever want that.”

“So, you’re saying it’s serious?” I stepped closer to her. “Melly seemed quite happy about it, and—”

“Don’t you dare talk to me about that little—” She poked me in the chest and then stopped when I grabbed her wrist and held her hand there.

“Go on. I’d love to hear what you think of her.” I wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer.

“No. I don’t even care about her. I’m freaking mad at you, Dimitri.” She tried to cover up her jealousy, but I wanted it. I wanted to see it. I wanted her as unhinged as I was. If I was going to lose my mind, she was going down the path of insanity with me. When I saw her smiling at Jameson before she mowed our damn lawn, I’d practically ran out of the coffeehouse. The cameras I’d set up alerted me to motion outside, and now I was inclined to look all the damn time when it came to her.

“Because I wouldn’t let you mow the lawn?”

“Let’s not gloss over the fact you’re watching me on those cameras without my knowledge.”

“I’ll be installing them throughout the house too.” I crossed my arms, not willing to bend there. “I’m admitting it now. So that way, when I watch you in the shower, you’re completely aware.”

“Stop it.” She bit her lip and blushed. But then she poked me again. “You can’t be all manly and not let me do things I want to do. That’s absurd. I can take care of myself.” She sighed. “And I enjoy doing it. I don’t like hiring every last person to come in and do every single thing for us. If we have everyone do everything for us, how is it our own anymore, you know? And I feel like I want to know all these things—”

“Because you’re curious about everything?” I finished for her.

She chewed her cheek and the blush that spread across her face made me want to pull her close to tell her not to be embarrassed about who she was. “I know I have a nosy streak.”

“That I’m not sure I replace cute or completely detrimental to your safety. It’s likely the latter most of the time.”

She nodded, then she sighed. “This place is … well, people care about it. They put in hard work and time and effort, and they want to protect it. I figure we should put in some hard work too.”

“Honeybee, I’m only putting in hard work for you and protecting you at this point,” I emphasized so she’d understand.

She folded her arms across her chest as she scowled at me, but I saw the blush on her cheeks. Olive couldn’t hide that she wanted my attention, that we were meant for one another at this point. “You need to take a minute to cool off and think about what you’re saying. I am going to go shower. Upstairs. You better not freaking watch.”

“Upstairs?” I growled out the word. No one belonged up there unless they were a guest. And her ass knew she wasn’t that. I strode across the room, and her name rumbled out from my chest in warning. “You shower in our bathroom.”

“Or what?” The challenge rolled off her lips as she threw a smirk over her shoulder.

That was all the invite I needed to grab her by those curls on the stairs. “I’ll show you where you belong right here right now.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been staring at me through secret cameras either.” She turned fully to face me, one step above me on those stairs, her lips now aligned with mine. She licked them, letting them shimmer like they wanted to be bit.

“You know I’m going to stare at you all I want for the rest of my life, Olive. It’ll be my right.”

“Is that so?” She planted her hands on her hips and glared those amber eyes at me. “Even if you’re my future husband, Dimitri Hardy, you don’t get to look unless I want you to.”

“There’s no question about it anymore. You will be mine. And I’m already yours.” I looked down at my length, rock hard for her under my slacks. “Can’t you tell?”

Her eyes dragged down my body now and her hand slid over my chest, then my abs, and then into my pants. “I wish every woman outside could tell too. Some of them seem to forget.” She gripped my cock then, biting her lip.

“You can tell them, Olive. Or I’ll keep telling them for you. I’m yours.” She pumped her tiny fist up and down my cock as I groaned. “I’m always going to be yours.”

“Why do I feel like I might lose you at any moment then?” Her voice was breathy now as she held my gaze. “I watched you mowing our lawn, Dimitri. Watched how other women looked at you—”

“Just remember I’m only watching you. I’m here for you. I’m doing it all for you.”

She whimpered, then said, “I want you.”

“Good because I’m taking you on these stairs. I should take you on our front lawn too. I want to take you everywhere in this house so you remember every second of every day while you’re here that this is how much I want you always.”

“How much?” she breathed.

I leaned in and told her, “Turn around, walk a step up.”

She did and then asked, “Now what?”

I ripped her thin yoga pants down. “I’m going to burn every pair of these so no man can stare at the curve of your ass anymore.”

“I’ll just get more.” She giggled.

I smacked her ass then. “Get on your knees, Olive Monroe. I’m going to fuck that pussy to remind you who’s in charge.”

She did as she was told and I shucked my slacks down, ready to have her right then and there. Yet, she threw her curls over her shoulder to glance back at me. “Maybe I’m in charge. You make me feel that way, Dimitri. You have a hunger in your eyes for me sometimes where I swear maybe I am the only woman for you.”

“You are.” I pumped myself once as our eyes locked. “You’re the one I want forever.”

“I’m starting to believe it,” she whispered before she glanced down and murmured, “Maybe I want you to show me now. Show me you want only me. Show me how much, Dimitri Hardy. I want you to fuck me hard. So hard I feel that cock through my whole damn body.”

With that comment, she put her elbows on the step and arched her back so her beautiful ass was on display for me. I grabbed the railing to steady myself at the gorgeous sight. Her pussy was perfect, dripping for me already, her skin was so smooth and delicate that it felt made for me too as I took her hips in my hands. “Olive, if I take you here—”

“You better. And you better make it rough.”

No more hesitation, I did what she told me. She was in charge. I thrust my cock deep into the center of her, wanting to feel every single inch of her then. I roared her name as I did it, and she screamed mine.

Our skin slapped together in the silence of the room, her pussy soaked my cock exactly the way I liked, and her honey-apple scent swirled around me as I took what was mine.

“You’re it for me, Olive Monroe. You’re the only one I’ll have forever. The only one for me.”

Her mewls of pleasure filled the air. “I want that. I do. It might be wrong, but I do.”

“Can’t be wrong when it feels this right.” I groaned as I slid my cock slow this time out of her so she could feel how I stretched her, and how empty she would feel without me in her.

She gasped as I did, and when I stopped for just a moment, with only my tip touching her entrance, she whined, “Please. I need you in me again. Now.”

“Do you?” I leaned forward and raised her sports bra above her tits so I could roll them into my hands.

She gasped. “Oh my God. It feels too good. Dimitri, they … I need you to fuck me when you do that.”

“Honeybee, these tits feel so good in my hands right now. Maybe I’ll take some time to just play with them.”

She whimpered as I rolled the nipples in between my fingers. “I’m going to orgasm. I can’t take it. Please, screw me now.”

I didn’t give her my cock, but I did slide one hand down to brush over her clit. Her pussy was dripping so much arousal that my fingers slid fast against it as I rolled one nipple and her clit at the same rhythm.

“I’m so sensitive. I don’t know why.” She sounded almost in pain, but I knew it was because she was holding back feeling that pleasure.

“Take your orgasm, Olive. I want to see you unravel. Let go on your stairs, in your house, with your future husband. Let go for me, Honeybee.”

She did. She threw her head back, and I saw the woman I loved give in for me. She gave in to the vulnerability she didn’t want to embrace, and she gave in to us even when she was scared. I hoped she’d do it again even when it was outside of the sex we were having.

I shifted my hips so I could rub our arousal over her clit now as she came down from her high. She shivered with the sensation. “I’m good, Dimitri. Just take what you want now.”

“No,” I told her. “You’re not done. You’ll be even better in a second, Honeybee.”

“I don’t think I can—”

“You’ll take another orgasm. You know why?”

She was shaking, her skin shimmering, her breath coming fast, but her back arched into me again as she said, “Tell me why.”

“You do need me. Just like I need you. Don’t forget that, Olive. We need each other. We always will.”

Then I reared back only to thrust into her again. Hard. I reached around to pinch her clit too, to give her every sensation she needed right then. She met me thrust for thrust, and then we both climbed toward another high, her pussy squeezing my dick like she never wanted me to leave the inside of her.

I didn’t want to leave either. This woman was my home, and I intended to make her see that as I roared that she was mine again, rocking into her with all I had this time and emptying my seed into her. Her pussy was still pulsing, like it was milking the last of my come into her, and I held myself inside her, hoping every drop of it stayed in.

I took my time sliding from her, careful with how sensitive we both were. I then scooped her up, wanting to make sure we went downstairs instead of up. “I should screw you again in our bed just so we’re clear that all I want is you, day in and day out.”

I set her on the bed, and she smiled lazily at me before she spread her legs. “Do it then, Dimitri Hardy. Make me believe it.”

I wasn’t about to disappoint her. Like I said, she was the one in charge, not me.