Page 1 of Enemies to Lovers on Biker's Path

Chapter One

I’m in enemy territory and I’m horny as hell.

Those two things aren’t related.

I’m horny as hell because I haven’t been laid in almost two years and, like an idiot, read a short story a friend of mine emailed me. She wanted feedback. I forgot that Sienna was writing steamy stuff lately. She made a bet way back when we were in college that she could publish five stories in something like ten different genres. She did it with horror and sci-fi. She’s also done it with something called lit-RPG, which I still don’t get.

And now, she’s writing what she calls a steamy romance. She says it’s high heat.

I say she would warn me before sending me writing like that when I’m on month twenty-three of celibacy!

I’m not celibate by choice. Not exactly, I mean. I’m celibate because I broke up with Toby. He was my college boyfriend. We were together for almost three years. Toby was my first time going all the way but if you count blowjobs and hand jobs, I have a body count of three. I handed him my virginity. He’s the only one I’ve ever been with. Granted, once I lost my virginity, we were pretty much rabbits. I lost my virginity on my eighteenth birthday in my second week of college. I think by the time we broke up when I was a month or two away from turning twenty-one, we probably slept together four-hundred times. Figure about twice that many blowjobs, too. The point is, I went from sexual activity pretty close to daily to nothing overnight.

Toby and I broke up and that was that.

So, you can imagine how I’m already frustrated and low-key horny all the time, right?

Well, then I read Sienna’s short story, and I swear it’s sexy as hell. So, I’m horny as hell. That’s a particularly frustrating thing for two reasons. First, I live in Pinecrest Peak. I can’t just fuck a boy. This is a tiny little town, and everything is always everyone’s business, if that makes sense. The second reason it’s frustrating is what I said before. I’m in enemy territory.

In general, people in Pinecrest Peak get along. Any disputes and problems are minor, really. It goes back to that whole thing about everything being everyone’s business. Nobody in a small town like this is going to pick sides and if you try to make them, the town will literally deal with you. Once, the grocery store just refused to sell groceries to two families that were fighting. They either had to make up with each other or drive two hours to get milk. That’s what it’s like to be in a small town like this.

That’s why I don’t advertise that Grant Hendricks is my enemy. He doesn’t advertise it either.

The really crazy thing is that back when I was in high school, I thought Grant was going to get a blowjob from me. I even thought it was possible he’d be the boy I gave my virginity to. We were in the same classes. His father was a biker, and it was pretty certain Grant would join the motorcycle club as soon as he graduated. He was very smart but he was also a bad boy. That’s a really attractive combination, you know. Anyway, we went out a few times and we were going to go to homecoming together. I was definitely going to open my mouth for him after the dance. I was seriously considering opening my legs for him.

And the night before the dance, my best friend Allison came to me crying. She was pregnant. Grant was the father. He’d just screwed her and then dropped her. Worse, when I confronted him about it, he told me to mind my own business!

And here I am hiking along a path in the woods surrounding Pinecrest Peak. Technically, the path belongs to Grant. Grant is part of the Mountain Avenger Motorcycle Club. His father was a main member but died when we were all in junior high. It was just a normal traffic accident. He wasn’t even riding his motorcycle. I guess part of what made Grant attractive to me back then was this overly romantic sense of tragedy.

Okay. And he was hot as hell back then. Now, too, I think. I mean, I’ve only seen him in passing because it’s impossible for both of us to live in Pinecrest Peak and not see each other at least in passing. The point is, he’s attractive and Allison fell for it and he just dumped her and left her to deal with the baby on her own. She moved away to live with her grandmother. She actually had to leave her poor mother, who had cancer, and move away!

Anyway, I think I walk this path as a kind of petty rebellion. I think I just… I guess now that I’m back in town, I’m hoping for a chance to get into an argument with him. Hell, I guess I’m spoiling for a fight. After jogging on this path almost every day for two months, I still haven’t run into him for a good and proper ass-chewing.

So, you better believe I’m excited when I hear a Harley rumbling along the dirt path. I turn around and I’m even more excited because it’s him! I wait with my fists on my hips, glaring at him. He stops his motorcycle and gets off. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Zoe,” he says.

And I just let loose on him. “You don’t own these woods, asshole!” I snap.

“I actually own this land right here,” he says, “the land you’re on.”

“Whatever! Fuck you, you fucking asshole!”

Well, that goes on for about five minutes. I just spit out as much vitriol as I can. The crazy thing is that he just looks at me like he finds it all amusing. This is not the satisfying experience I expect it to be. I mean, I’ve saved up four years for this moment and he’s just looking at me like I’m a cute little kid throwing a tantrum.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I screech.

That irritating smile never leaves his face as he says, “It looks like you’re the one with a problem here, Zoe.”

Well, I get so angry that I try to slap him. He just catches my hand. And that’s when it all breaks, with that contact. The moment he catches my hand, it’s like an electric current runs up and down my body.

Don’t ask me why I do what I do. I kiss him. I kiss him hard.

Chapter Two

What the hell is going on?

I don’t like this man. Don’t like? I fucking hate him!

However, I’m kissing him passionately and letting his hands move all over my body. Hell, my hands are moving all over his. I can’t pretend that he’s doing this to me, either. I mean, I’m doing this just as much as he is.

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