Chapter 12: Harbor

We were both too upset to leave the hotel, so we went down to the restaurant to eat, and after our meal, we took our dessert upstairs.

We sat side by side in bed, and while I couldn’t get enough of the apple cheesecake, Evan hadn’t touched his. It seemed the idea of his job being in jeopardy was weighing too heavily on him, and I couldn’t blame him. My problem was that I liked to eat when I was nervous, and though it seemed ridiculous that kissing a doctor from my hospital could ruin me, Dr. Strong hadn’t set me up for no reason. Besides, it was horrible enough thinking about Evan being in trouble.

He had a daughter who depended on him, so it wasn’t just him. For me, there was no one to hurt but myself. Sure, my family would be disappointed in me, but while I’d been on my own since the age of sixteen, my parents had gone on with their lives content that I’d went on with mine. My mother called about once a month, and the only other person who cared at all that I was breathing was Courtney, and that was because I paid half the rent.

I put my food aside, and he got up to put his in the trash then he came back to the bed and turned down the covers. “You can stay if you want. I don’t suppose it can get any worse.” He stripped out of his clothes, starting with his buttoned-down shirt and then unzipping his pants to let them fall to his feet. He wasn’t wearing anything under them. He laid down and pulled the covers up over his hips.

I slipped off my jeans and panties and then removed my top and glanced back to see if he was watching, but as I turned, I caught him looking at his phone. I crawled under the covers and nestled close, but he laid on his back and then put his arms up over his head and stared at the ceiling. I was well behaved considering my sex drive was out of control, but now I hoped he’d want to drown some of his sorrows between my legs. I needed him.

I rubbed his bare chest and trailed my fingers down his tight abs and lower to where the cover barely hid his thick cock. “Stop it. I’m trying to think of a way out of this mess.”

He pushed my hand aside, and I turned over to my back. “Well then tell me how I can help. I want to help.”

“The only idea I have is a crazy one.” He rolled over to face me, his hand landing across my tummy. The need grew so great that I let a little moan escape hoping it would go unnoticed.

“You’re still worked up, aren’t you?” He leaned over and kissed my mouth then pulled away to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry I’m taking this out of you, it’s not fair, and this isn’t your fault.”

“Tell me your idea. If it’s crazy enough it just might work. I’ll do whatever I can.” I found myself stroking my fingers against his hip bone.

“I was hoping you’d say that because this is going to be quite the task and I’m not asking. I think it’s the only way.” Those words registered and I was a bit taken aback that he was making it like I had no choice.

“You’re not asking? You’re acting like it’s something horrible.” I tilted my head and stared.

“She’s going to have to bring up what happened to the rest of the board, and they’ll have to take a vote. It’s not her decision alone, so the only way to beat the system is to get married.” He lifted his shoulders and shook his head like it was the easiest and most practical thing to do.

I suddenly felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. “Married?”

“Not a real marriage, of course, it would only have to last long enough to be effective. I’ve thought it over, and you’ll be graduating soon. If we can hold off until then, and until Dr. Strong leaves, then we’re good.”

“Her last day is supposed to be graduation. She’s leaving right after to go to her summer home. I heard her talking about it the day she called me in to discuss the Ortho-Nouveau project.”

“Then that’s all we’ll have to do. We’ll annul the wedding in June and pretend it never happened.” The thought of him being so blasé about the whole thing really didn’t settle well. I wasn’t ready for a marriage of any kind, much less a fake one that wouldn’t last or mean anything.

I’d always dreamed of having a gorgeous wedding, and even though my parents had their own things going, my mother was going to expect the honor of planning my wedding. I couldn’t take that from her.

A wave of disappointment hit me with a sinking feeling. “I can’t do this. My mother is content to let me do a lot of things and make a lot of decisions on my own, but after being so supportive over the past few years, even when I wanted to venture out alone at fifteen and attend college early. I can’t in good conscious take her dream of planning my wedding from her.” I rolled away and crossed my arms.

“She can plan you a huge wedding another time when you’re in love, but you helped make this mess, and now I expect you to step it up. As I said, I’m not asking.” He turned toward me and placed his hand on my arm. “It’s just for a little while, and I have a feeling you’ll have a good time.” One hand slipped down and cupped my mound sending a moan tumbling from my lips as the other arm raised him up on his elbow. “You’re going to do this.” He met my eyes, and I considered his words.

I wasn’t ready for marriage, true, but I had always wanted a family. I wondered if he’d go for a counter bargain, but then I wasn’t sure how much he’d let me into his life. But if I could convince him, then maybe we’d both get something more out of it. I looked into his eyes, the hesitation growing within. “I need some time to think about it. I could handle a sexual relationship, but I don’t see why we have to do something so drastic. I mean, couldn’t we get engaged? A fake engagement would be easier to undo later.”

“No, that would be too obvious, but if we show up married, it won’t matter. Nobody on the board is going to dispute the sanctity of marriage. And no one is going to kick me to the curb with a wife and child to support.” He moved his hand that had rested on my mound upward to massage my breast then he brushed his thumb across my nipple.

I turned toward him, my leg hitching up over him as I ground against his front. “Maybe I need a little push,” I whispered the word as seductive as I could, and he must have liked it too because he stroked a long finger against my slit and then slipped it inside where I was still so tender from him.

“You owe me, Harbor.” He curled his finger, and I cried out as he worked me with a come to motion. Then he trailed his finger out and lower, slipping it into my crack where he found my little star. My desire mixed with fear when he pressed against my little rim and leaned closer to my ear. “I’m going to take that tight little hole someday too.” Then he kissed me as he slid his finger back deep into my aching channel. “Tell me you’re going to do this, Harbor. Give me what I want.”

“Give me what I want.” I knew the words were a challenge and I had better be careful.

“Oh, you want to play bargaining games? I would be careful if I were you. Make sure you’re getting all you want from the situation.” He took my hand and pulled me up. “Come here. I prefer to bargain one way.” He sat on the edge of the bed and put me on my knees in front of him, then he brushed my hair back from my face and took off my glasses. I stared up at him with blurry eyes, but it didn’t mask how hot he was to me.

His cock jutted out as his balls hung on the edge waiting for attention. I took them in my hand and kneaded them with my palm, they were nice and heavy filled with my reward, but my little slit ached, needing something more. He placed his hand behind my neck and nudged me forward. “Touch yourself while you suck it.” I stuck out my tongue and laid his cock across it then closed my mouth around his head. He moaned and stroked my hair as I rubbed my pussy. “Good girl. We’ll drive up to Vegas tonight and marry so we’ll be all set when we go back home.” I wanted to protest, but instead, I kept my eyes closed focusing on his words and the taste of him. “I don’t hear any protest.” He gripped the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper, so deep that it forced me to gag. I couldn’t protest if I wanted, but I shook my head. It was all I could do. He held me there and then reached down and pinched my nose. “You’re going to do this, Harbor.” I squealed with panic as he held me there, but the pleasure hit my core as another orgasm broke free. I moaned around his cock feeling the blood rush to my face and just when I thought I might pass out, he let me go, and I pulled free. He picked me up and spun me around so fast I was still too weak from pleasure to protest, not that I wanted to. Then he laid me back on the bed and lifted my legs.

“Please.” It was all I could say. I wasn’t begging for mercy. I was begging for him to give me that hard length right where my ache was.

“Yeah, I’m going to give you what you want. And you’re going to do just what I say.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and I was too hell bent on being pleasured that I didn’t care about anything else.

“Yes, Evan.”