Page 5 of Undeniably Enemies

Then I saw this guy. Tall, built in a way that suggests he works out regularly without being bulky or overly muscular, wearing all black, and looking like a fish out of water. I liked that he wasn’t part of the obvious Hollywood scene, but when he picked up ‘Til Death Do Us Part, I couldn’t resist the temptation.

His flirting was top-notch. His smile devilishly delicious. His touch perfection. His possessiveness with Drunk Charming swoony. And his kisses… holy wow, his kisses were pure magic. Nothing about him disappointed me the way so many guys do.

Not even when he thrust inside of me and obliterated my hymen like he meant it.

Maybe I should have told him I was a virgin, but I didn’t want him to back out, and after all the vibrators I’ve used throughout the years, I didn’t expect it to hurt like that. Then again, he’s a lot bigger, or at least thicker, than those.

I also didn’t expect him to be my much older brother’s best friend. Or the man I’ve secretly dreamed of for years.

“How are you here?” he asks, panic tinting his voice. “How are you… wait. Fuck! How old are you?”

That question would almost be funny, but right now, nothing is. I’ve had a major thing for Jack since I was fourteen, and he was twenty-four. I get it. He’s a lot older, and obsessing over your older brother’s best friend is a very adolescent thing to do. He was at my grandparents’ for Thanksgiving that year, and I was glued to his face the entire night, blushing and stuttering over my words as I tried to hide my braces smile from him while getting him to notice me.

It’s been like that ever since for me, even if he hardly knows I’m alive. Obviously, since he doesn’t even know how old I am. I pined over him every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and occasionally over the summer. When he got together with his girlfriend two years ago, I cried pathetically and finally forced myself to grow up and get over him. Going away to college helped that.

I stopped looking him up on social media. I stopped asking his sister or my brother about him. I didn’t think about the fact that he’s a doctor here in LA. Hell, I didn’t even tell my brother I was going to be here tonight.

“I’m twenty,” I tell him flatly. He’s still inside of me. It’s the oddest, most wonderful thing. We’re fighting, and he’s inside of me.

“Twenty,” he repeats frantically. “I’m thirty, Wren. I’m tenyears older than you. Holy shit. What the fuck? I shouldn’t have done this.”

“Except it’s too late for that,” I parry, because yeah, this is messy and a bit fucked up, but again, I don’t want to stop. In fact, now that I know it’s him, I definitely want to keep going. To me, it’s a bonus that it’s him. Possibly the best thing ever. A dream come true.

“Wren.” He ends it there, almost as if he doesn’t know what to do or say, though he hasn’t pulled out of me, and he’s still hard. He’s in shock. I get that. I was certainly surprised it was him, but now that I’m over the shock, I’m downright euphoric. He needs to get over the hurdle, too. Maybe he just needs a bit of a push in that direction.

I grind down on him, and his eyes darken once more.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts.

“Why not?” I throw back at him. “Because it feels good?”

It’s starting to. Now that the initial burst of pain has passed, I feel stretched and full. It’s delightful, and I want him to keep going. I want him to move. To pump into me. To make me come again. I want Jack to finish what he started and take me. Make me his because I pretty much already am.

“We can’t do this. Weshouldn’tdo this.”

I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and bring my face closer to his. “But I want to, and I think you do too. Come on, Jack. You already took my virginity. It’s done, and there’s no going back from that. Now fuck me till we both come.”

I drag his face back to mine and kiss him as I start to move as best I can. I’m sort of pinned between him and the wall, and obviously I’m new at this, but I’ve watched enough porn and read plenty of books to know what I’m doing.

“Wren.” He gasps, holding me tight. “This is wrong.”

“I don’t care. Please, Jack. I want this. I want you.”

I start to bounce, and he groans, clutching me as if he wantsto stop but doesn’t know how. He thrusts up into me, and I whimper when he bottoms out, going in as deep as he can.

“Oh,” I moan when he does it again. “Yes. That. It feels so good now.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting and sucking on my lip. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re Owen’s little sister.”

“I won’t tell him,” I promise in a breathy pant. It’s an easy promise to make. I love Owen, but the last thing I discuss with him is boys or my sex life. He doesn’t even know about the asshat who pinned me down and didn’t want to take no for an answer.

Except I know how Jack and Owen are. They’ve been best friends since infancy. They’re more like brothers and are insanely loyal to each other.

“Wren.” My name is a harsh plea, and he presses me deeper into the wall. “I can’t?—”

“Please don’t stop. Please keep going. Please,” I beg because if he stops now, if he rejects me like this, I won’t be able to handle it. “I’m your Cinderella. The one you wanted.”

He looks like he’s being torn in two. “You’re too young. You’re not even old enough for the alcohol I just gave you.”

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