Falling for the Enemy (Falling in Love 1)

“It’s why it’s called fast food,” he said. “So, what time do you need to be up tomorrow?”

“I’ve got to be up at four.”

“I want you to stay here tonight.”

She paused, the slice of pizza poised before her mouth. June turned to look at him. “Are you serious?” she asked.

“I stayed the night at your place. I think it’s only fair you give me a shot.”

June licked her lips, putting the pizza down. “Molly knows about us,” she said, surprising him.

“What?” he asked, delighted someone actually knew.

“She heard us. The machines were not good buffers to the noise. She heard us and thinks I’m making a mistake giving you a chance.”

His hopes were quickly dashed. Molly and June had become good friends. How was he going to get her on his side if Molly didn’t think they were a good idea?

“What did you say to her?”

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’re having some fun, and neither of us are going to get hurt. I’m not going to put myself out there, Trey.”

He didn’t expect her to.

“We’re having some fun.” Taking a bite of the pizza Trey discovered he’d lost his appetite.

Turning onto his side, he watched June nibble on the pizza. He reached out, stroking a hand down the line of her back.

“When you’re out with this asshole I’m going to want you to remember me,” he said.

“How can I forget you?”

“I’m going to be fucking you every day of this week. Prepare your pussy for a pounding.”

Trey moved behind her, pulling her hips up and opening her thighs. He tested her readiness for him. She was slick to the touch and ready for his cock.

Gripping the shaft, he pressed deep inside her. She was wet, hot and so ready for him.

She dropped the pizza onto the floor.

He held her hips, sliding up to the hilt inside her.

“You’re not wearing a condom,” she said, looking at him from the bed.

“I’ll pull out.”

“That’s not safe.”

“It’ll have to do unless you want to stop and get the condoms?”

She shook her head.

“Good. You feel so good.”

Trey pulled out of her, seeing the cream coat his naked shaft.

Her moans were muffled by the bed.

He slapped her ass between each thrust. Trey had to hear her pleasure. He needed to know she wanted this as much as he did.

Tightening his grip on her hips he slammed into her, watching his cock sink inside her tight, red pussy.

Her hands lay down by her sides. He rested them on the base of her back, holding her trapped and fucked her hard.

She screamed, crying out as with his free hand he caressed her clit.

Her clit was swollen and her cunt tight.

He fucked her hard, bringing her to orgasm three times before he finally pulled out of her and spent his semen on her back.

Collapsing to the bed, Trey drew in as much air as he could.

Fuck, it was hurting him knowing she wasn’t here for anything other than fun. Why couldn’t he want the same?

“I need to shower.”

“We’ll shower in a second.” He stared up at his ceiling, wishing he had the answers.

****

On Friday June was tense. She couldn’t handle her upcoming date, and she certainly couldn’t handle her mother’s interfering ways. Martin called every day to confirm their date, and her mother was currently stood by her large, industrial mixing machine. Her work was becoming a problem. They were invading her peace and quiet while Trey invaded everything else. She missed him all the time.

They’d been having sex for over a week, and already she was desperate for another slice of him. Trey was her slice of heaven.

“Are you listening to me?” Lexie asked, snapping her out of fantasy land.

“I’m listening. Don’t put my elbows on the table. Don’t slouch. Order enough food to keep me satisfied but not too much to make him think I’m a pig,” June said, repeating everything she’d been told.

“What else?”

“Listen to him all the time talk about his crappy work place. If I’m not sure what he’s talking about, then get him to explain everything. Mom, I’ve got this. I’ve been on dates before.” Admittedly, none she’d ever actually wanted to be on but whatever. No one was judging her.

“Your father and I are excited about this. We’re thinking a New Year wedding.”

Lexie’s words pulled her out of the fantasy, fast.

“Mom, what the hell are you talking about? No, I’m not marrying this creep. It’s bad enough I’m spending a couple of hours with him without supervision. I’m not marrying him.”

“Sweetie, he’s so right for you,” Lexie said.

June felt her temper rising by the second. How could her mother not see the truth?

“I’m not marrying him.”

Someone cleared his throat, and June turned to see Trey stood carrying a folder with him.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Trey said.

“Not at all. My daughter is being stupid. Trey, you’re a guy. What would you hate for your woman to do on a date?” Lexie asked.

Her day couldn’t get any worse. Lexie, her mother, was actually talking to the guy she was having sex with. Hot, dirty, sex, the best sex she’d ever had, but it was still sex.

“I’d hate for the woman I was seeing to sneak out early in the morning without saying goodbye,” Trey said, giving her a pointed look.

June looked away. That morning she’d freaked out. Every single time they’d been together, there had not been any real intimate moments. The first time hadn’t been all that great because she’d been freaking out about going to her parents’ for dinner. This morning it felt different. She felt different around him.

The crush she had on him for so long was starting to develop into something else, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. Trey Hunt was not in her future. He was her enemy. The enemy she liked to have sex with.

“You’re not the settling down kind of guy, Trey. I’m sure the woman didn’t want to be pushed away.” Lexie turned back to her. June saw the flash of hurt in his eyes. Her mother had dismissed him because of his reputation.

Feeling bad for him, she ignored her mother. “Are they for me to look at?”

“Yes. Molly said she was good to watch the shop.”

“Great.” Turning to her mother, she smiled. “I’ve got to go, Mom. It was nice seeing you, and I’ll tell you how the date went later.”

Walking back to her office, she felt Trey behind her. The door closed, and the lock slid into place.

“Do you think this guy is the one?” Trey asked.

June burst out laughing. “No. I hate him. I don’t like him at all. He’s using me to get in with his own family. I can’t stand him and want nothing to do with him.”

Shaking her head, June tried to contain the tears threatening to spill over. His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her back against him.

“I’ll be here all the time,” he said, whispering.

“It’s just sex.”

“I know, but it’s here all the same.”

She was disappointed. Her heart sank at his words. Why couldn’t she get her thoughts back on track?

Wiping under her eyes, she took a deep breath before turning around.

“What do you have to show me?” she asked.

“I’ve been working on some designs.”

Moving to the desk, she watched him open the folder. “Here is the tattoo now.” He lifted a picture of her back.

“When did you take this?” she asked.

“Last night. You were, erm, busy.”

“You took a picture of us fucking?”

“No, I took a picture of the tattoo. I have several designs I’ve been working on, and I want you to see which one you like.”

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She noticed he kept hold of the picture as it was some kind of lifeline.

For the next thirty minutes she looked at several different pictures that expanded the tattoo on her back. She loved all of them.

“I really need for you to pick.”