A New Enemy (Enemies 1)

We were only getting started.

“…nine, ten, eleven…” Christ. I grunted and returned my phone to the nightstand, then rolled onto my back and threw an arm over my face. Way too early to get up, and that was coming from me, the perpetual early riser.

It was still dark out.

The room was perfectly chilly from the cross breeze flowing in from the balcony and out the window by the stairs.

“What,” Blake mumbled flatly.

I yawned. “Nothing. Just got a text from your sister. She felt the need to tell me that you didn’t get back last night. It was followed by sixteen wink emojis.”

He rumbled a sleepy laugh that woke up my cock.

Unbelievable.

Sure, I had a healthy appetite for sex, but this was bordering on bizarre. Hadn’t last night been enough? I was sore all over, and I wasn’t the one who’d gotten fucked. Twice. Although, he was a damn god with his tongue and fingers.

Last night had been wild.

It hit me that I didn’t know when he was going home, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. If he was leaving right after the weekend, there was no way I’d have enough time to get my fill. A few days like this would be fantastic.

I lifted my head after a while, and there it was. The Perfect Ass. He slept on his stomach and had my sheets twisted around his thighs.

“You should cover up before someone takes advantage,” I murmured.

He hummed sleepily and gave the mattress a lazy thrust.

That was all the permission I needed, and my morning wood was already ready to go. So I grabbed a new condom from my nightstand and crawled up behind him as I rolled it on.

Two sexy handfuls. I kneaded his ass, spreading his cheeks, and kissed his flesh. I nipped at it too, which made him yelp.

“Bastard,” he groaned.

“It’s what you get for having that ass.” I leaned over him and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until my pelvis pressed against his cheeks. Goose bumps rose across my arms and back at the feel. The only thing better, I assumed, would be to fuck him raw with nothing but oil.

We weren’t in a hurry this morning. I took my time with him, and we moved together. He met every thrust and exhaled gruff yet soft moans into the pillow.

It wasn’t until the end, when the urgency exploded, that I got rough. I fucked him into the mattress, sank my teeth into his shoulder, and chased my climax to the sounds of our heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin.

“That sound when you come,” he gritted. “Fuck me—take it all, darlin’.”

I groaned against his shoulder as I came, my entire body tense and overcome with pleasure.

Jesus.

A breath gusted out of me.

Yeah, I definitely needed a few days of this.

After a quick stop in the bathroom, I returned to bed and pulled him close to me. I’d discovered last night that he got madly affectionate and even clingy when he needed to get off, and I wanted a couple minutes of that before I took care of him.

“I have a problem,” he murmured.

I smiled and kissed his forehead. “Yeah, I can feel it against my thigh.”

He hummed and pressed himself against me. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

He growled and nipped at my neck.

“Hey…be good.” I slipped my fingers through his hair and tugged back, forcing him to look up at me. His sleepy fuck-me eyes were just as stunning as every look he’d thrown me yesterday. “Who made you forget your own name last night?”

He wet his bottom lip. “You did.”

“Mm.” I dipped down and kissed him softly. “Trust me to do it again.”

He smiled into the kiss, and I slid my hand down his body and cupped his ass.

“I forgot to ask… How long are you in town for? I wanna make sure we get a few repeats of yesterday.”

That made him smile again. “You’re in luck, then. I don’t have a ticket yet, but somewhere around August 12.”

I swallowed a chunk of lead as his response settled. Holy fuck. A faint current of panic buzzed through me, and it took all my focus to keep my face composed. August 12—that was in three weeks. Three weeks was a long time. I was all for passionate flings, brief ones, because they were safe. In three weeks, I could easily form an attachment.

I didn’t want a goddamn attachment.

Fuck my life, he better be the opposite of what I was drawn to outside the bedroom. Or maybe we should simply limit our activities together so we only saw each other when we were screwing like animals.

This was gonna be…interesting.

Six

Wednesday felt like one of those days when anything could go wrong, a feeling that struck me around noon. And by then, I’d been up since five and had already made all the deliveries for Pops, handed out fruit on the beach, and taken the boys out for two walks. I’d also found a shattered glass bottle on the beach, which had taken me forever to clean up, Lily was in a mood and had swiped at me three times, I’d run out of coffee, and gas prices were up.