Page 6 of Undeniably Enemies

“I’m not a baby,” I snap with defensive indignation.

The hand not holding me up roughly cups my jaw. “No, sweetheart, you’re not. But you’re still fucking young, and you’re not mine to be doing this with.”

“Tonight, I am. Let’s see how good you can give it to me,” I taunt. “Or are you not up for the challenge?”

His eyes blaze.

“Come on, Jack. It’s just us down here. No one else will know. It’s our secret. Show me how good you can make me feel.”

His hand slides back into my hair and pulls on the roots beneath my tight bun. His eyes pierce mine, and his teeth graze my jaw. He’s punishing me, and it makes my clit pulse. I like hisroughness. I want it harder. A little pain excites me. Especially when he starts to fuck me like he’s angry. With himself, with me, with the entire situation. He’s furious, and now he’s taking it out on my body in the best of ways.

“Every. Single. Thing.”

I don’t know what that means, but whatever it means to him has him fucking me harder and faster.

I can already feel my orgasm building again, especially as I rub myself up and down on him with every thrust. My trembling thighs cling to his hips, my arms to his shoulders, and I kiss him hungrily, needing that secondary point of contact. His mouth consumes mine, his tongue and lips devouring as if I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste.

“Wren.” It’s a whisper. A plea. It’s laced with pain and pleasure. “God. Why did it have to be you? Why do you have to feel this good?”

My dress is all over the place, and the fabric on my back scrapes and scratches against the stucco. I don’t care. He could do anything to me right now, and I’d likely beg him for more. I believe in magic and fate. The odds that both of us would be at this party, would talk and flirt and come down here to share that drink and end up like this are virtually nonexistent.

Yet here we are.

His eyes are all over my face, and I can’t stop staring at his. It’s dark back here, but my eyes have adjusted enough that I can see the flush on his cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead. The muscles in his shoulders bunch and flex beneath my touch with every thrust he gives me, and his grip on my ass as he holds me up is bruising. It’s tight, and the sounds of our fucking aren’t quiet. Not with how wet I am, or the slap of our thighs, or the grunts, moans, and groans we’re both releasing into the night.

“Tell me it feels good. Tell me I’m not hurting you.”

“It feels so good. Don’t hold back. I want it like this. I’m soclose. Please more. I need more. I want to come on you and feel you come in me.”

“Fuck.” His forehead drops to mine. “Just… fuck.”

He picks up his pace, both hands now on my upper thighs as he pounds into me at a pace that has me breathless. I still can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe it’s Jack who’s taking my virginity. I can’t believe I’m doing it out here in the open where anyone could stumble upon us.

His noises grow louder and more urgent, as do his movements. He shifts me around in his hands, and I feel his finger on my clit. With vigorous strokes, he rubs it as he fucks me, and I don’t stand a chance. My orgasm slams through me, and my face falls into the crook of his shoulder while I shudder and shake. I stifle my moans against his shirt, but when he stills and his cock thickens and pulses in me, it brings my orgasm to the next level, and I can hardly contain myself.

Being the one to make him lose his control like this is the greatest high, and I pull back so I can watch him as he does. I’ve wanted him to want me for so long, and tonight he does. And he said before that he wanted to take me home with him after this for more. I collapse against the wall, my breathing ragged, and a sated—happy—giggly girl smile curls up my lips.

He continues to hold me for a moment before he pulls out and sets me down. I wince, already feeling a bit sore. The condom is removed and tied off, and he puts himself away and zips up. Suddenly, it’s quiet. So quiet.Tooquiet. And the way he’s refusing to look at me…

My heart starts to thunder all over again. “Jack?” I question, my voice barely above a nervous whisper, and reluctantly his eyes meet mine.

Regret lines his features, and my insides plummet. “I’m sorry, Wren. I’m so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened like that. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have stopped when I realized it was you.”

His words echo in my skull, a loud, pounding reverberation that slices at my insides. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed even though I’m covered in fifty layers of fabric. I don’t think I’ve ever gone from such a blissful high to a catastrophic low so fast.

“So it would have been better if I were just some meaningless girl?” There’s no hiding the hurt in my voice.

His hands go to the top of his head, and he starts to pace. “What do you want me to say? You’re Owen’s sister. You’re ten years younger than me. You were a virgin and I just fucked you hard against a wall at a Hollywood party. How could you have wanted it to be that way?”

“Because it was on my terms this way,” I shoot out, fury and frustration rattling me along with this bone-deep disappointment. I hate that he regrets it. That he regretsme. “High school boys only wanted me because I’m Wren Fritz, billionaire heiress, and the boys at school in Seattle, well, let’s just say I haven’t had the best experiences with them.”

He moves in on me and lifts my chin, his eyes blazing. “What does that mean?”

I shove his hand from my face. I don’t want him to touch me anymore. “None of your business, that’s what. I wanted it to be on my terms and under my control. That’s what this was.”

“Only it was with me, and that’s not how first times are supposed to go. How am I ever supposed to look at Owen again? Do you have any idea how guilty I feel right now? I never should have touched you.”

“But you did. And you most definitely didn’t stop. You don’t get to regret me after you came inside of me.”

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