Page 26 of Claimed By my Frenemy

I kiss her through it, my hands still moving, drawing out her pleasure. When she finally comes down, her body relaxing against the couch, she looks up at me with a dazed smile.

“Now, it’s my turn,” I tell her.

I grab my dick and bend it forward so it’s positioned directly at her wet entrance. As soon as I shove myself inside her, Mia begins gripping the couch and moaning again.

“Theo! Theo!” she says over and over.

But I don’t listen to her cries. I shove myself inside her hard, and I can feel her tightness around me. Grabbing Mia’s hips, I find a slow, steady rhythm to start.

Mia’s chest is heaving up and down, and she reaches for me. Her hands find mine, and she rests her hands on top of mine.

“Be as rough as you need. I want you to come, too,”

That’s all the encouragement I need to thrust harder and harder until I feel myself coming. Mia is reaching the edge again,too. My thumb finds her clit again, and we come together, both of us groaning.

And then, it’s like I remember who I am and where I am. What the hell am I doing? I was going to keep control of myself. I wasn’t going to do something stupid and irreversible like this.

Even though she looks satisfied, I feel mortified that I wasn’t able to control myself. I came inside for dinner with good intentions, notthesekinds of intentions. I have to get out of here.

I slide myself out of Mia and begin gathering my clothes, putting them on without making eye contact.

“I should probably make sure everything got properly fixed on my property,” I mumble as a lame excuse.

Mia doesn’t say anything as I head for the back door. I pause at the door and look back. She’s just watching me. She’s only wearing her shirt. She hasn’t put back on her pants yet, and she probably has no idea how sexy she is, standing there like that.

“See you around,” I say, stepping outside.

As soon as I’m outside, I start beating myself up. On a scale of one to ten, the awkwardness of that goodbye was a good eighty. I feel mortified, and I wouldn’t mind so much if I never saw Mia again. Meanwhile, my body is singing with the release I just experienced.

13

MIA

I wakeup to the sound of seagulls calling and the smell of the ocean drifting through my open window. It’s a perfect day for the beach, and my friends have planned a much-needed beach day. As I stretch and get out of bed, I can’t help but think about what happened between Theo and me last night.

Part of me feels happy. He gave me a much-needed release, but at the same time, he’s kind of my enemy at this point.

I’m determined to focus on my friends today. I need a break from the mess of emotions Theo has stirred up inside me. After a quick breakfast, I grab my beach bag and head out the door.

Madison, Stella, Aurora, and Zoey are already waiting for me at the beach, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Madison waves me over, and I can’t help but smile at the sight of them. They’ve spread out a large blanket and brought an impressive array of snacks and drinks.

“Mia, get your ass over here!” Aurora calls, looking superior with the way she has spread out in her beach chair, feet already buried in the sand, drink in her hand.

I settle down with my group of friends, and immediately, Madison hands me a cold drink. “You look like you could use this,” she says with a knowing smile.

“Thanks,” I reply, taking a sip and letting the cool liquid soothe my nerves.

Stella adjusts her sunglasses and gives me a curious look. “So, how’s everything going with the renovations? Tell us.”

I can feel everyone looking at me. I wonder what they would say if they knew what had happened last night. I waver for a moment, almost wanting to see their shocked looks, jaws on the sand when they hear that Theo and I had sex.

But I can’t tell them. I don’t want to ruin what happened between us by sharing it.

I try to keep my tone casual. “It’s going well. There was a bit of a hiccup with a burst pipe, but it’s fixed now.”

“Was Theo involved in that hiccup?” Madison asks, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I sigh, knowing there’s no avoiding the topic. “Yes, he was. But he helped fix it, so it all worked out in the end.”

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