Falling for the Enemy (Falling in Love 1)

There was nothing for her to do other than shudder in his arms and wait for him to finish. He wasn’t letting up until she shuddered her way into a second orgasm.

He stood up, leaning over and smiled. “That’s to make up for my coming before you,” he said, rubbing her nose with his.

“I can’t think.” She cupped his face, making him stop. “This shouldn’t have happened here.”

“Let me work on your tattoo, and no one will know. I told you, I’ll have you where and when I want you.” He helped her to her feet. “If I can think clearly, surely you can as well.”

She didn’t say anything. Trey helped her into her panties and trousers. Closing her eyes, she felt his fingers skimming up the outside of her thighs.

“I can’t think when you do this,” she said.

“Good. I’m working with a needle, and I have trouble thinking. So are you going to let me do it?”

“Do what?”

June worked her hair under the hairnet and turned to look at him.

“The ink. Will you let me finish your design?” he asked.

“I guess I’ve got no choice now. You and your big mouth have pushed me into a corner.”

“It’s for a very good cause.” He moved in close, wrapping his arms around her. “You can think. I can think.”

“We’ll see how long this lasts.” She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I think you’ll be surprised.” He helped her with the apron, and together they walked out of the bakery. Molly was icing some cakes, looking at them both strangely.

“I’ll, erm, book an appointment in a couple of days.”

“Be sure to do that. I’ll work on designs.”

He turned to leave.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Molly asked after the sound of the door closing settled between them.

“What do you mean?” June asked, wiping her hands down her apron. What was she doing?

“I’m not stupid or deaf. The machines can’t stop me from hearing you two being together,” Molly said, pointing at the big machines.

June felt her cheeks heat. “It’s nothing. Nothing is going on, and nothing is happening. He’s going to help me with my tattoo.”

She moved away, going to the bread baking in the oven. In another five minutes it would be finished.

“I thought you two were enemies. He bullied you through high school, and now you’re sleeping with him?”

“Look, it’s complicated, I know that. It’s a bit of fun. There’s nothing to it.”

“I thought about that with Sasha and Luke’s father. It was just a bit of fun and then when I found out I was pregnant I realized what a total mistake I’d made,” Molly said, dropping the icing bag. She watched as Molly pressed her hands onto her hips. “What the hell are you doing, June? He’ll hurt you, and then you’ll find some reason to leave.”

“Wait, hold up. We were not friends through high school, Molly. Don’t even try to make out we were. You didn’t even know I existed let alone be friends. Why would I be leaving?” she asked, confused.

“You don’t get it. You’ve got the wealthy family who’ll do anything for you. Your family will not let you get hurt, and if you leave they’ll support you. If you go then I’ve got nothing. This is all I have, June. I know we weren’t friends through high school, and I actually regret that because I sit and wonder if my life would have been different.”

June listened, feeling sorry for the other woman.

“My so-called friends wanted nothing to do with me. I fell down, and no one wanted to pick me up. My family kicked me out, June. The guy I got pregnant with gave me a half-assed proposal when I told him. We were a bit of fun, and he didn’t care about me at all. You’re the only person who has seen past the teenage pregnancy to the woman underneath, and for that I’m happy.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Molly. This with Trey is just a bit of fun. Neither of us is looking for something long term. We’ve both got lives to deal with. This is just fun, and we’re not going to get hurt.”

Molly snorted. “You’re mistaken on everything.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone about this. Trey and I don’t want anyone to know the truth.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

They were silent for several minutes, and June placed the bread onto the cooling rack.

“Are you going to tell me who the father of your babies is?” she asked, not expecting an answer.

“It’s Dale Lewis. He’s the father.”

Chapter Nine

Trey stared at his two friends hoping they’d leave. It was past seven, and he knew June wouldn’t wait around forever. He needed to find out where the loser was taking her in a couple of days. After Paul’s comments he knew it was true. If he didn’t lay his claim soon, June wouldn’t stick around to see what was going to happen.

“I tell you I’m looking forward to Friday. The two women I was with will be there again. I can’t wait to feel their sweet pussies wrapped around my cock,” Max said.

“Great, another sleepless night for me,” Dale said.

“I don’t know if I’ll make this Friday. I’ve got a lot of work to get through.” He intended to follow June with her date in a very stalker like fashion. He didn’t care how it made him look. Trey was not losing her to a guy with lots of money that her parents liked.

“Come on, I fucked two women. Two dirty, hot, sexy women, and you both are acting like a bunch of losers.”

“Not losers, Max,” Dale said.

Glancing at his watch, Trey silently cursed.

Standing up he went to the fridge and pulled his cell phone out.

June: Where r u?

Trey: I’m doing damage control. 2 friends r here.

June: Going 2 bed all alone.

He cursed, ran his fingers through his hair and charged into the other room. “Get out,” he said.

Dale and Max were glaring at each other, and they turned their gazes to him. “What?”

“Get out. I need you both to get out. I’m tired, and we’re doing nothing but argue. I’ve got to get some sleep. Go.”

“Fuck, Trey,” Max said, swigging down his beer.

Trey didn’t apologize. He shooed them out of his place like they were two strays he’d picked up in the street.

Slamming the door closed, he turned off the lights and watched them walk out of sight. Once they were gone, he pushed several condoms into his pocket and ran for the door. Flinging the door open he was shocked to see June stood there.

She shoved him inside, slammed the door and kissed him.

Moaning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close.

“I ordered pizza to be delivered here. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, giving him time to breathe.

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck as long as you’re prepared to get naked.”

June pulled her shirt up over her head. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. The vision she presented was one of his many wet dreams.

Unbuckling his belt, he tore at his jeans. She was in his place, getting naked. Fuck, he really loved this woman.

“I watched them leave. They sure do like to stick around.”

“They’re making plans for Friday.”

“You going drinking on Friday?” she asked.

He took her hand leading her upstairs to his bedroom.

The rest of the apartment was silent. They’d get plenty of privacy here, and he’d still get to hear the door.

She settled on his bed, waiting for him.

“No, I want to know where your asshole is taking you,” Trey said, sitting beside her.

“He’s taking me to the fancy French restaurant in town.” She made a face of disgust.

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” he said.

“I hate French food. It’s nothing personal, but I don’t like it. He didn’t even ask me what I like. It’s going to be a long night with him.”

She stroked his leg, and he cupped her breast, loving the hard nipple that budded against his palm.

“Why bother going at all?” he asked, feeling jealous that someone got to take his woman out for dinner.

“My parents want me to go out with him. One date and I can let them know how much I hated it. They’ll back off. Mom and Dad want me to be happy. Martin wants a wife he can get pregnant. I’d have to give up the bakery, and that is not happening.” She shook her head, smiling.

“You don’t like this Martin at all?”

“No. He’s a prick. Be lucky you don’t have to meet him.”

He was going to meet him. Trey wasn’t going to stand back while some fucker was dating his woman. Not happening, not on his watch.

The sound of the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Pizza,” she said, throwing her arms up in the air.

She handed him some cash, which he batted away. Going downstairs, he grabbed several notes from his wallet and handed them to the delivery guy. He took the pizzas and headed back upstairs.

Trey found June lay on his bed. Her fingers stroked the carpet. She looked up and smiled, and once again he was lost.

Laying the boxes on the floor, he lay beside her, and together they opened the tops. There was a ham and pineapple pizza and a pepperoni one.

He took the largest piece and bit into it.

“I love pizza,” she said.

“Can’t you make this stuff?”

“Yeah. It takes some time, but it always tastes so good. I thought this would be better for tonight. We’re not wasting any time.”