How many times could a man come before his body just stopped working? I didn’t have an answer. But for the sake of science and future generations, I was more than willing to find out. At least that was my rationale as I stood in front of the stove making Kenzi breakfast. This was fourth, maybe the fifth morning I’d woken up with her in my arms. Her lush naked body pressed up against mine and emanating so much heat I struggled to pull myself from the cocoon of warmth. But this morning I’d woken up hungry, and decided to treat my fake fiancée to the real perks of living with me.

I nearly burned the free-range eggs because leaving my thoughts unoccupied for even a second reproduced images of Kenzi. The night of the dinner party where she’d been insatiable, and stubborn and sexy as fuck. Kenzi didn’t hate me, hell she more than didn’t hate me, she wanted me and that was so much better. Seeing desire flare in her eyes when she wrapped her full lips around my cock, it spurred me on. Made me want to keep that look in her eyes. And I did, for hours upon hours over the last few days. Her skin was permanently flushed from pleasure these days, and it was after nine and Ms. Early Bird, was still asleep.

Yeah, I did that.

Having Kenzi in my bed was more than I ever imagined. Gone was the timid girl from years ago, unaware of her charms and sex appeal. This grown up version of Kenzi wasn’t just sexy as hell, she was confident, responsive and adventurous, the perfect trifecta. And all this good lovin’ was muddling my brain, making me think—and maybe even feel—things I shouldn’t. Things I wasn’t even ready to admit existed, never mind address them. But this morning when I had to talk myself out of taking her again because I knew she would be sore—I was insatiable last night, taking her again and again and she never turned me away—I knew I was in trouble.

So…breakfast. I found a large tray with a colorful Native American motif and piled the coffee, bacon, eggs, fruit and biscuits on it before climbing the stairs. To Kenzi. Her eyes were open, scanning the room when I entered. Probably looking to see if I’d vanished in the middle of the night. I knew she was surprised I hadn’t packed up and gone home yet, but Kenzi hadn’t realized she was a hard woman to resist.

“You’re here.”

I held up the tray. “And I come bearing gifts.”

She inhaled deeply, eyes closed with a serene smile on her face. “I smell bacon. I really want to just say, ‘gimme, gimme, gimme’ but that feels rude after all the trouble you’ve gone through.”

I laughed. “You didn’t have a problem bossing me around last night.”

She shrugged, wearing a proud grin as she stole the coffee from the tray. “What happens during sex doesn’t count. The pursuit of pleasure turns us all into animals, Chase.”

That thought had Chase Jr., standing up to take notice. “I figured I owed you a few hundred calories after last night.”

She grinned, this time it was pure bliss. “Thousands. You owe me a few thousand calories and I’m sure this bacon will do the job.” She picked it up with her fingers, tongue wigging out to reach for it and curling around it erotically. Then she moaned and the sound ricocheted through my body, bouncing against my heart, lungs and ribs, heating me down to the bone. “Bacon is the sole reason I haven’t given up animal products in my diet.”

I frowned. “Was that ever an option?”

“Of course. There are all kinds of studies that back up the benefits of an animal free diet. But I need a few more years with bacon, first.”

I groaned and sat on the bed beside her, leaning against her side while she molested the bacon with her mouth. “Never in my life have I wanted to be a strip of bacon so bad!”

A deep, full-bodied laugh shook her and she never looked more beautiful with her head tilted back and a serene smile on her face. “You’re funny, Chase.”

“Also, serious. Deadly serious.” She gasped and looked up, watching the serious expression on my face.

Then the little vixen smiled and pushed at my chest until I fell back against the ungodly number of pillows on her bed. She set the tray on the chest of drawers near the window and climbed back on the bed with a wicked smile for me. “So, you want to be bacon?” She didn’t wait for a response before she took her greasy hands and raked them down my chest. “It’s a good thing I saved some room for more.”

Her hips began to swirl and my hands were right there, feeling her smooth, silky skin under my fingertips as she touched and kissed me all over. “Kenzi,” I bit out but she wasn’t listening, so lost in turning me on. Driving me crazy.

“So, did I fulfill your fantasy of being a strip of bacon?”

My look was serious as I flipped her off my body and face down on the bed, letting my body rest over half of hers, hands still roaming miles of supple, creamy skin. “My only regret is that it wasn’t enough.”

“I could just-,” she tried to turn over but I kept her right where she was and slid a finger into her from behind. “Oh, yes!”

“You can just stay right here,” I told her gruffly and pushed her legs apart with my knees. “Yeah, right here with that round ass,” I smacked it hard and she gasped. “These sexy hips,” I told her as my hands sculpted her curves. “So fucking wet for me.”

“As much as I…Oh, fuck! Yeah!”

I smiled at her dirty little mouth, my eyes squeezed tight as I fought for control while the vixen in front of me pulsed and tightened around my cock. Reaching between her legs, her nails raked against my balls and I damn near lost it, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise as I slid in and out of her hot, wet body. I didn’t want to go fast, not this time. Instead I took my time, a slow, hard, intense fuck until she was shouting my name. Along with enough f-bombs to make a man feel like he’d loved his woman right. “Now I think bacon is jealous of me,” I told her and smacked her ass again. I let out a low groan when her pussy clenched around me, and just to test a theory, I smacked her again.

“Chase!”

“Dirty girl likes to be spanked.” She more than liked it if the way her juices flowed over my cock was any indication.

“I’ve never tried it,” she explained breathlessly. “But you’re right, it’s kind of a turn on.”

Of course I did it again.

And again.

“Okay, Chase. You’ve made your point. Now either make me come or let me up.”

Maybe I was an asshole or a Neanderthal, but the sight of her round ass, so red from my hands, had my own cock surging back to life. So I turned her over so I could look into her pretty green eyes. “You asked for it.”

“No, I demanded it,” she shot back with a sassy smile just as I entered her again. “Fuck me, you know how to fill a girl up.”

I laughed and leaned forward to kiss her, to taste those bacon and coffee flavored lips and that tongue that knew just what to do to drive a guy like me out of my fucking mind. “And you’re good for my ego.” After that we didn’t say anything for a while, both of us lost in trying to make the other lose control.

“I’m…,” her words were cut off by the sound of the doorbell. “Close,” she groaned with a pout.

“How close?”

The bell rang again and she rolled her eyes. “Not close enough.”

The bell sounded again and I slowly and reluctantly, separated our bodies. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She smiled. “Ditto.” Wrapping a colorful silk robe around her body, Kenzi took off down the stairs when the bell sounded again, and only when I heard a very familiar voice did I grab my boxers and sweatpants and ran down to the door.

“Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?” I didn’t for one second think this was an accident.

“I’ll, uh, go put on more coffee and then get…decent,” she stammered out and then cast a smiling glance at my parents. “It was good to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Donovan. You can tell me all about Arizona when I have clothes on.”

“Can’t wait, dear.” Mom winked while Dad raised both brows in question as Kenzi made a noise in the kitchen. “Son, imagine my surprise when I heard the good news in town.”

The worst part of living in a small town like Truly was that all of your business became the business of every person in town. Get engaged at one end of Main Street and the whole town will be throwing you an engagement party by the time you make it to the other end. “Mom, we need to talk.”

Kenzi ran from the kitchen, a streak of colorful silk as she darted up the steps and slammed her bedroom door. I smiled at her embarrassment. It was…cute.

“Come on, then. Talk.” She pushed past me and walked into the kitchen with a smile. “She updated the house, but it’s just as I remember it.”

“Which reminds me, you gave her the biscuit recipe?”

Mom shrugged. Alissa Donovan was as tough as she was tiny. Barely over five feet with the same wavy brown hair and blue eyes as me and my kid sister Olivia, she didn’t take gruff from anyone. And she didn’t answer to her children. “I figured you and Olivia would never use it, and Kenzi appreciates it. Perfect now, if you ask me.”

Dad groaned as he took a seat. “Want to tell us how you and Kenzi came to be engaged?”

I could have lied to them. Told them the same story I told Pete Sterling, but it felt wrong. “It’s fake. We both needed to appear to be more committed than we are, and our fake engagement was born.”

Mom beamed a smile I didn’t understand. “You two are just adorable together. I always knew you would end up together,” she wagged a finger. “You two always thought you were so secretive with your friendship, talking over the fence or deep in the backyard. But I knew.”

That was news to me. I didn’t think anyone knew. I’d worked hard to keep it that way. “Mom, you’re not listening.”

Dad scoffed. “We clearly interrupted you doing things that engaged folks do, things that former neighbors don’t.”

“Depends on the neighbor,” I added in an attempt at levity. It failed. “Look, I asked Kenzi to help, and she agreed. You two are the only ones who know the truth, can I count on you to keep it quiet?”

Mom gasped and frowned as she pulled items from the fridge. “You can always count on us to have your back, sweetheart. And we love Kenzi. Marrying her is the best decision you made since you decided to come back to Truly.”

I didn’t bother pointing out that it wasn’t really a decision since she’d threatened to sell our family home. “You’re not listening.” I knew from past experience that her mind was made up. Kenzi and I were officially engaged to be married.

If only in her mind. “Since you’re staying here, I figured you wouldn’t mind if Dad and I stick around for a few days.”

I hadn’t talked about going back to my home with Kenzi yet, because let’s face it, my brain was sex addled. But I didn’t think it would be a problem. “Of course. There’s enough room for all three of us.”

She frowned. “But what about Kenzi?”

“What about me?” All eyes turned to the colorful beauty in the door with the sun shooting through her dress like an angel. Her long blond hair hung all around her shoulders and down her back, like a pagan goddess. Her skin was scrubbed clean and her lush mouth was ripe for another kiss.

“That dress is beautiful,” Mom told her and ushered her in to take a seat. “I was just telling Chase that he can’t leave his fiancée alone just to keep us company during our visit. He’ll stay here.”

Kenzi blinked, then smiled and then she nodded. “Okay.”

“Breakfast?”

Kenzi grinned at my mom. “That sounds great, but Chase already made us breakfast.”

“Did he, now?” Her words seemed innocuous but I knew my mom, and I knew she was up to no good.