Page 32 of Giving It to the Enemy

Once the pleasure had subsided, he pulled out of her pussy. He watched his cum spill out of her pussy, and he couldn’t resist as he pushed it back inside.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Nothing, baby. Stay here, I’m going to get a cloth.” He climbed off the bed, walking into his bathroom. His reflection caught him in the mirror, and he felt like the worst kind of asshole in the world.

You’re trying to get her pregnant, and she doesn’t even realize it.

He should just go out there and tell her the truth of what he was trying to do. Instead, he walked back into the bedroom, and found her lying on her back, staring at his ceiling.

“How many women have you brought here?” she asked.

“None. This is my space, and the women I usually have in my life are club whores. They don’t belong here. This ismyspace.”

“Your space?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you have mirrors if you’ve not brought a woman here?” Her mind was whirling.

“I like to watch myself. Look at yourself, Elena. Tell me what you see.”

She chuckled. “I see a chunky blonde, who has just had sex.”

He tutted. “It’s not what I see.” He climbed on the bed, and stared up at her reflection, well, their reflections. “I see a woman who is sexy as fuck.” He placed his hand over her pussy. “You’re a beautiful woman, and you really need to start seeing what I see.”

Pipe wiped the excess cream from between her thighs, and turned toward her.

“So, I’m the only woman who has been here?”

“Yes. You’re the only woman I’ve wanted here. You should consider yourself very special.”

She laughed. “Because I’m the only woman you want here?”

“Yes. You’re the only woman who is going to be here.”

“And now I’ve got my own key. Are you nervous about that?”

“No. I’m not.”

“Are you sure?”

Pipe stared into her twinkling eyes, and she was such a fireball. Since he’d found out the truth about the abuse her mother had inflicted on her, she’d opened up, and he saw a woman excited about life. Before the truth had come out, she’d not been very happy. “I’m damn sure. Are you nervous? Am I rushing you?”

“I’m not rushed. I like this, and just so you know, Sarah knows about us.”

“I figured you’d tell her.”

“Does anyone that you know, know about us?” She frowned. “That sounds really damn confusing right now.”

“Shawl and Knife know about us, and I trust them so you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never put you in any danger. What’s going to happen with you and Saint?”

“He wanted me to go to the club picnic to celebrate Rage’s baby.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “Should I have told you that?”

“I’m not going to tell anyone. I promise you, Elena, I will never use what we talk about against you.”

She let out a sigh and smiled at him. “We’ve been together twice, and I like being with you. It’s crazy. You’re a dangerous man, and the thought of you scares me.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you, baby. Never.”

“Why?” she asked. “What makes me so different?”

“There are many things that make you different. The first, you don’t go out looking for a club. That night in the bar, you wanted to be left alone by the club. The second, I’m the first man you’ve allowed inside your body. The third, you don’t go looking for trouble. Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes. I like to hear how fabulous that I am.” She went to her knees, and straddled his waist. “Tell me everything you like about me.”

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