Page 9 of Enemy Kisses

I glance at my car and then take off toward the café. Using the flashlight on my phone, I look around and sure enough, there’s shit from my pub scattered all around. Sighing, I head back, unlock the door, disarm the alarm, and gather the supplies I’ll need to clean up the mess, as well as a couple of flashlights to light up the area.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and when I pull it out to answer, the name of my security company lights up the screen. “Hello.”

“Mr. Brady. This is Nix fromSteele Security. We noticed unusual activity regarding the alarm at your business premises. We wanted to check everything was okay.”

I rub my temple. “Yeah, Nix. Everything’s fine. Just had to step back inside to collect some stuff. I’ll reset the alarm in a few.”

“Sure thing. So long as everything’s okay.”

“It is.”

“Good. I’ll leave you to your night.”

I quickly rush before he disconnects the call. “Hey, Nix?”

“Yes, Mr. Brady.”

“Do you have time to stop by tomorrow late afternoon or early evening? I need to speak with you about something I want to have done.”

“Sure. Would five suit you?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

I start by picking up the trash, noting there are no bottles. Good to know the staff got my message loud and clear about ensuring no bottles left the premises, but there are plenty of napkins and coasters … and a couple of used condoms. Disgusting. I move closer to the building, collecting trash, when I step into something squishy. When I shine my light at my feet, I groan.

Fuck!

Retching, I step out of the mess and screw up my nose as I move as far away as I can. I look around for a hose but come up empty, so I head back across to my place and drag my long-ass hose behind me to wash the area. Fucking dirty pigs. Can’t hold their damn liquor. No wonder Harry’s so pissed. I wouldn’t like to arrive at work to this every morning either.

I freeze when I realize she said she starts before dawn. It would be as dark as it is now when she arrives. What the hell is she thinking? Anything could happen to her. Anyone could wait in the dark for her. To do anything to her. It just takes one nut job to take a liking to her and watch her routine to know when they could do the most harm.

My anger at Harry’s lack of personal safety fuels me as I clean up along the side and out front of her café. As soon as I’m finished, I dump the trash in my dumpster, lock the pub, and reset the alarm.

Pulling into my driveway, my headlights shine on my small home. I stop and study it—the dark windows, the lack of plants, the empty porch—and I know when I walk inside, it will feel as empty as it looks from the outside. I’ve resigned myself to this empty life. Who would want to be in a relationship with someone who’s barely around? The pub takes up most of my time, leaving very little for anything or anyone else. Monday night soccer games with my friends are the only time I get for myself. I’m not sure how Mom and Dad’s marriage survived all the years he spent running the pub; maybe that’s why I’m an only child.

Leaving my shoes on my porch so I can deal with them in the morning, I head inside, grab a glass of water, and make my way to the shower. I need the warm spray on my tired muscles. I’m proud to be the second generation to own the pub, but the long days are fucking exhausting. As I turn on the faucet and wait for the water to heat, I think back to my childhood and how I rarely spent time with my father. I would have to beg him to take me to work just so I could be with him, and even then, his days were busy and our time together wasn’t what I would consider quality time.

I turn my body, letting the hot spray rain down over my shoulders, and my thoughts turn to earlier when I discovered Harry isn’t a man but is instead a sexy little firecracker. My lips tip up as I recall the sparks flying from her eyes as she schooled me on my civic duty as a business owner. A low chuckle bubbles up and escapes.

Fuck, she’s hot.

When she told me to get out of her café, I wanted to tug her into me and steal her anger with a kiss that would make her forget what she was so pissed about. My cock swells, and I glance down at it. “Not tonight, buddy.” My hand won’t be as satisfying as seeing Harry’s angry lips wrapped around the base of my dick while I choke the fury right out of her.

Climbing out of the shower, my cock taps against my stomach as if to remind me he’s there. As if I could forget; I’m pretty sure my balls are blue. Rubbing my body dry, I can’t ignore the ache any longer. Widening my stance, I drop my towel, swipe my palm with my tongue, and wrap one hand around my rigid length as I gently tug my balls. I just need to take the edge off or I won’t be able to sleep.

Closing my eyes, I tighten my grip and drag my hand from the base to the tip, rolling my palm over the crown to collect the precum that’s leaking from the opening. I imagine Harry’s tongue lashing across the head and my dick jolts in my hand. As I rub my cock with rough strokes, I imagine Harry on her knees looking up at me with fire in her eyes as she licks my dick and my breaths falter. Picturing my cock disappearing between her angry lips has my hips pistoning forward as I pillage her mouth; her eyes watering as she struggles to swallow my cock. The image is enough to send electricity shooting down my spine, and I know my orgasm is imminent. Increasing my strokes, my vision grays around the edges as I point my dick toward the sink and let loose.

Ribbons of cum decorate the porcelain and I groan at the thought of painting Harry’s lips with it. I slow my strokes, catch my breath, then clean up my mess and climb into bed, feeling mildly sated but unsatisfied.

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I’m closing out the tab for a group of businessmen who’ve been here since one when Nix walks through the door. He spots me behind the bar and makes his way toward me.

“Mr. Brady.” Always so damn formal.

I hold out my hand across the bar. “Nix. How many times have I told you? Call me Finn.”

“Sure. Sorry. It’s a throwback to my upbringing and my days in the military.”

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