Page 27 of Enemies in Earnest

ChapterNineteen

Though chilly wasa bit generous for the temperature, I’d lit a little campfire for the two of us so we could continue to enjoy the night while we waited for the fireworks to begin. It actually felt like a real date.

Opening up to Acacia didn’t even feel scary. Telling her about my life, witnessing her listen to my passions and actually be excited to learn about them without shutting me down or having her eyes glass over, couldn’t have been the more perfect scenario if I’d scripted the evening.

And she made me hard without even trying.

At the moment, her nose was buried on some academic site while she read about Ann Bonny and Mary Read. Every so often she’d quote some tidbit she found exciting and she’d look up at me and ask ‘did you know that Mary Read challenged a man to a duel to defend her boyfriend?’ I did know that. But I didn’t want to dampen her excitement.

“Maybe once all the Christmas in July festivities are behind us, I can take you to the Maritime Historical Society. There is a whole installation I helped create and it covers a host of female pirates. I could bore you for hours waxing on about them.”

She beamed at me. It was like the full force of the sun behind her smile. And it took everything in me to not pack up our picnic and drive the two hours to the museum and let her in with the door code I was certain was still the same from when I worked there.

“All this time I had a fellow nerd as a neighbor, and I never knew it.”

“When you spend all your energies focusing on the things that you hate about a person—you tend to miss out on the little things that you might find are pretty cool,” I told her.

I hadn’t meant to make her sad or hurt her feelings. But the second I spoke the words she looked stung. An apology was forming on my lips when she tossed her phone aside and climbed right into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I’m sorry, Edwin.” She pressed a kiss to my mouth that despite the sweetness of it, made me ache for her to move on top of me just as she was with my cock buried inside of her. “I shouldn’t have acted like such a snob. I did to you the exact thing I escaped. Judgement. Castigation. Forcing others down in order to feel intellectually superior. It was a shitty thing to do to a friend. And I’m really sorry.”

I didn’t want to rehash the conversation again. When I’d told her it was water under the proverbial bridge, I’d meant it. Now that I understood what happened between her and her ex, I understood with a little more clarity why an honest mistake could feel like professional ruin and bring back the same feelings.

It also meant that she’d liked me even then. Because if her experience with Mason pointed to anything, it was that she’d been embarrassed and exposed by a lover. While she and I hadn’t slept together five years ago, we danced around one another, being too cautious to just plainly say what obviously we’d both felt.

No more of that shit. Now was the time forcarpe diem. Her ass fit so nicely in the palms of my hands and shifting her just the slightest bit higher took next to no effort at all.

With her lips against mine, what had been a sweet kiss morphed into something hotter. It was a slow building pyre on which we’d submit all our past indiscretions. Once it burned away the hurt, we’d come out the other end a pair of Phoenix ready to burn for one another instead.

“Edwin,” she gasped, pressing her core firmly against my questing fingers.

“These shorts have been teasing me all day,” I told her, tickling up her thigh beneath the leg. “I have been fighting the need to press you face down on your bar and worship this pussy while you bite down on my hand to keep from screaming.”

Whether she acknowledged it or not, she liked the sound of that. I felt her tense. Her legs spread even further open, the warmth of her core tantalizing my groin. My fingers hadn’t even met their target yet, and she squirmed like a virgin.

“Cock or fingers, sweetheart?” I asked, internally high fiving myself for tucking a rubber in my pocket before I’d left. “Or I can give you both if you think you can get off before the fireworks finish.”

The pinch of her teeth scoring down my neck rushed blood from my entire body directly to my already throbbing cock. I made quick work of covering us with the end of the blanket, and pushing her shorts down to her thighs.

“What if someone sees us,” she moaned, fucking my fingers as she did.

“You’re covered by a blanket, and there is no one around. The fireworks haven’t even started. We have about twenty minutes, beautiful. Think you can come for me? I’ve been dreaming about seeing you come apart again all day. It’s my new favorite thing to watch.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. With two of my fingers buried inside of her, my thumb worked her clit in an attempt to throw her over into at least one orgasm just in case some unsuspecting fool stumbled across us. Her mouth fused with mine as she moaned her orgasm into my mouth, jerking violently in my lap as I drew out every last spasm.

“Would you like my cock?” I asked. “Or are you tapping out?”

Beneath the blanket, my fingers drew patterns up and down her spine, while her hips moved in seductive circles across my straining cock.

“Not tapping out.”

She purred into my ear, her fingers cupping me through my shorts before finding the button and zipper. We worked in tandem to get me freed and sheathed with the speed and efficiency of a NASCAR pit crew before I pressed into her and covered us back up with the blanket.

“Why does this feel so fucking good?”

Hearing the wordfuckcoming from the mouth of proper, erudite Acacia Ashley was an aphrodisiac on a normal day. Hearing her say the word in relation to how good my cock felt buried inside her? I had to sing the alphabet in my head to keep from blowing prematurely.

“You feel so good, sweetness. If I could, I’d be right here all damn day.”

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