Page 105 of Undeniably Enemies

“You’ll see me the entire time, Wren. No fear, baby, only pleasure. I won’t hurt you. Not ever.”

I reach out, wrap my hand in her hair and pull it back so I can see her face fully. Her breath catches, her eyes wide with hunger as she sees her reflection.

“Keep your eyes on me. Right here.” Two fingers meet my eyes before my hand returns to her hip. She licks her lips andnods, but with me this deep in her, it’s hard for her to focus. Wren is so physical. All visceral.

I want to draw this out. I want this to last all night. But I also want to eat a meal with her and laugh and talk and just hang out. It’s what we’ve been doing after the gym these last couple of weeks, but that was as friends. This is us being together for real. I want us to learn how to be an us. Which is yet another reason why her suggestion to hold off before we go public makes sense.

I circle my hips and speed up my movements, my eyes never swaying from hers. Those blue eyes. That stunning face. My girl. She’s all mine now.

One hand in her hair, another on her shoulder, and I grip them both, using them for leverage. I’m already slick with sweat, and she’s growing tackier by the minute. I slide forward, my knees bending deeper into the mattress, and I fuck her, taking her weight back with me as I pound into her. She cries out yet begs for it harder.

She moans, her eyes hazy and drunk as she watches herself get fucked. She’s wrecked with it. Entranced. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. More so knowing this isn’t for the last time. It’s simply the beginning of where we’re going.

My legs start to burn with the effort of my thrusts as pleasure skyrockets through me, buzzing up my spine. The need to come is pervasive, but I resist even as I flutter closer to the edge. My teeth bury in my bottom lip, and I pound mercilessly.

“That’s it,” I say through panting breaths. “So good, baby. You feel incredible. Your body was made for me, and you take me so well. Such a good girl, Wren. You’re such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Girl.” Thrust.

I can feel her getting close. Her pussy getting tighter around my cock.

“Oh god, please.”

I stroke her head. “Keep going. I love the way your bodylooks when I fuck it. Just like that. That’s it. That’s my girl. So fucking pretty. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t you dare. You’re about to come and so am I, and I want to see you.”

“Jack, faster.”

I reach forward to touch her clit, using the slickness of her pussy to rub it fast and hard because there is no way I can last. Not with her like this. Not with how good she feels and how beautiful she looks and how tight she gets when I tell her how perfectly she takes my cock. It’s a dream. All of it.

“Holy hell!” she screams, her back arching and her eyes closing despite my command. I smack her ass, but all that does is make her clench tighter, come harder, moan louder, and that’s it for me. My balls draw up, and my grip tightens, and holyfuuuuck.

My toes curl into the mattress, and I come and come and come so fucking hard I’m positive I’ve never come this hard before. Then again, every time with her is like that. New and better than the time before, which doesn’t even make sense, but that’s how it feels. I die and fall forward, panting for my life and definitely pulling a muscle or two, but who cares? Shit.

“I need six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen, ice, rest, fluids, and food.”

She giggles beside me, and my eyes flutter open to find her face right there. I smile and drag my finger along the lines of her cheek.

“I had this whole plan to cook for you.”

“I have leftovers I can reheat for us.”

“That sounds amazing. And I bet your leftovers are far better than anything I could make for us.”

“Probably.”

She smiles. I smile.

My fingers trail along her cheek. “Stay in love with me, okay? Don’t get scared and rethink this.”

“What happens when you remember you don’t like me?”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “Wanna know a secret?” I continue before she can answer my rhetorical question. “I always liked you. Even when I told myself I didn’t. You’re a pain in the ass, but I think that’s one of the things I like most about you. And not just because I get to punish you for it.”

She releases a shaky breath. “Don’t break my heart again.”

My expression turns as serious as hers, and I cup her jaw and rub our noses together. “Never. I’m sorry I broke it to begin with.” I kiss her softly but determinedly so she knows I mean it. So she knows it’s for real. “Your heart is my end piece. My checkmate. The place I’d like to start calling home if you’d let me.”

“Wanna spend the weekend with me?”

I chuckle. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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