Undeniably Enemies: Chapter 2

Truth time? I didn’t come here with the intention of losing my virginity. But I also didn’t not come here with that intention. What can I say? I’m tired of lugging this damn V-card around, and college boys do not interest me. Then one night it was nearly taken from me without my consent. Since then, it’s been an even heavier load to bear. So when my best friend, Tinsley, who is a world-famous pop star, asked me to visit her in LA and attend the Heaven’s Hell Halloween party for the second year in a row, the thought crossed my mind.

Then I saw this guy. Tall, built in a way that suggests he works out regularly without being bulky or overly muscular, wearing all black, and looking like a fish out of water. I liked that he wasn’t part of the obvious Hollywood scene, but when he picked up ‘Til Death Do Us Part, I couldn’t resist the temptation.

His flirting was top-notch. His smile devilishly delicious. His touch perfection. His possessiveness with Drunk Charming swoony. And his kisses… holy wow, his kisses were pure magic. Nothing about him disappointed me the way so many guys do.

Not even when he thrust inside of me and obliterated my hymen like he meant it.

Maybe I should have told him I was a virgin, but I didn’t want him to back out, and after all the vibrators I’ve used throughout the years, I didn’t expect it to hurt like that. Then again, he’s a lot bigger, or at least thicker, than those.

I also didn’t expect him to be my much older brother’s best friend. Or the man I’ve secretly dreamed of for years.

“How are you here?” he asks, panic tinting his voice. “How are you… wait. Fuck! How old are you?”

That question would almost be funny, but right now, nothing is. I’ve had a major thing for Jack since I was fourteen, and he was twenty-four. I get it. He’s a lot older, and obsessing over your older brother’s best friend is a very adolescent thing to do. He was at my grandparents’ for Thanksgiving that year, and I was glued to his face the entire night, blushing and stuttering over my words as I tried to hide my braces smile from him while getting him to notice me.

It’s been like that ever since for me, even if he hardly knows I’m alive. Obviously, since he doesn’t even know how old I am. I pined over him every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and occasionally over the summer. When he got together with his girlfriend two years ago, I cried pathetically and finally forced myself to grow up and get over him. Going away to college helped that.

I stopped looking him up on social media. I stopped asking his sister or my brother about him. I didn’t think about the fact that he’s a doctor here in LA. Hell, I didn’t even tell my brother I was going to be here tonight.

“I’m twenty,” I tell him flatly. He’s still inside of me. It’s the oddest, most wonderful thing. We’re fighting, and he’s inside of me.

“Twenty,” he repeats frantically. “I’m thirty, Wren. I’m ten years older than you. Holy shit. What the fuck? I shouldn’t have done this.”

“Except it’s too late for that,” I parry, because yeah, this is messy and a bit fucked up, but again, I don’t want to stop. In fact, now that I know it’s him, I definitely want to keep going. To me, it’s a bonus that it’s him. Possibly the best thing ever. A dream come true.

“Wren.” He ends it there, almost as if he doesn’t know what to do or say, though he hasn’t pulled out of me, and he’s still hard. He’s in shock. I get that. I was certainly surprised it was him, but now that I’m over the shock, I’m downright euphoric. He needs to get over the hurdle, too. Maybe he just needs a bit of a push in that direction.

I grind down on him, and his eyes darken once more.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts.

“Why not?” I throw back at him. “Because it feels good?”

It’s starting to. Now that the initial burst of pain has passed, I feel stretched and full. It’s delightful, and I want him to keep going. I want him to move. To pump into me. To make me come again. I want Jack to finish what he started and take me. Make me his because I pretty much already am.

“We can’t do this. We shouldn’t do this.”

I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and bring my face closer to his. “But I want to, and I think you do too. Come on, Jack. You already took my virginity. It’s done, and there’s no going back from that. Now fuck me till we both come.”

I drag his face back to mine and kiss him as I start to move as best I can. I’m sort of pinned between him and the wall, and obviously I’m new at this, but I’ve watched enough porn and read plenty of books to know what I’m doing.

“Wren.” He gasps, holding me tight. “This is wrong.”

“I don’t care. Please, Jack. I want this. I want you.”

I start to bounce, and he groans, clutching me as if he wants to stop but doesn’t know how. He thrusts up into me, and I whimper when he bottoms out, going in as deep as he can.

“Oh,” I moan when he does it again. “Yes. That. It feels so good now.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting and sucking on my lip. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re Owen’s little sister.”

“I won’t tell him,” I promise in a breathy pant. It’s an easy promise to make. I love Owen, but the last thing I discuss with him is boys or my sex life. He doesn’t even know about the asshat who pinned me down and didn’t want to take no for an answer.

Except I know how Jack and Owen are. They’ve been best friends since infancy. They’re more like brothers and are insanely loyal to each other.

“Wren.” My name is a harsh plea, and he presses me deeper into the wall. “I can’t⁠—”

“Please don’t stop. Please keep going. Please,” I beg because if he stops now, if he rejects me like this, I won’t be able to handle it. “I’m your Cinderella. The one you wanted.”

He looks like he’s being torn in two. “You’re too young. You’re not even old enough for the alcohol I just gave you.”

“I’m not a baby,” I snap with defensive indignation.

The hand not holding me up roughly cups my jaw. “No, sweetheart, you’re not. But you’re still fucking young, and you’re not mine to be doing this with.”

“Tonight, I am. Let’s see how good you can give it to me,” I taunt. “Or are you not up for the challenge?”

His eyes blaze.

“Come on, Jack. It’s just us down here. No one else will know. It’s our secret. Show me how good you can make me feel.”

His hand slides back into my hair and pulls on the roots beneath my tight bun. His eyes pierce mine, and his teeth graze my jaw. He’s punishing me, and it makes my clit pulse. I like his roughness. I want it harder. A little pain excites me. Especially when he starts to fuck me like he’s angry. With himself, with me, with the entire situation. He’s furious, and now he’s taking it out on my body in the best of ways.

“Every. Single. Thing.”

I don’t know what that means, but whatever it means to him has him fucking me harder and faster.

I can already feel my orgasm building again, especially as I rub myself up and down on him with every thrust. My trembling thighs cling to his hips, my arms to his shoulders, and I kiss him hungrily, needing that secondary point of contact. His mouth consumes mine, his tongue and lips devouring as if I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste.

“Wren.” It’s a whisper. A plea. It’s laced with pain and pleasure. “God. Why did it have to be you? Why do you have to feel this good?”

My dress is all over the place, and the fabric on my back scrapes and scratches against the stucco. I don’t care. He could do anything to me right now, and I’d likely beg him for more. I believe in magic and fate. The odds that both of us would be at this party, would talk and flirt and come down here to share that drink and end up like this are virtually nonexistent.

Yet here we are.

His eyes are all over my face, and I can’t stop staring at his. It’s dark back here, but my eyes have adjusted enough that I can see the flush on his cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead. The muscles in his shoulders bunch and flex beneath my touch with every thrust he gives me, and his grip on my ass as he holds me up is bruising. It’s tight, and the sounds of our fucking aren’t quiet. Not with how wet I am, or the slap of our thighs, or the grunts, moans, and groans we’re both releasing into the night.

“Tell me it feels good. Tell me I’m not hurting you.”

“It feels so good. Don’t hold back. I want it like this. I’m so close. Please more. I need more. I want to come on you and feel you come in me.”

“Fuck.” His forehead drops to mine. “Just… fuck.”

He picks up his pace, both hands now on my upper thighs as he pounds into me at a pace that has me breathless. I still can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe it’s Jack who’s taking my virginity. I can’t believe I’m doing it out here in the open where anyone could stumble upon us.

His noises grow louder and more urgent, as do his movements. He shifts me around in his hands, and I feel his finger on my clit. With vigorous strokes, he rubs it as he fucks me, and I don’t stand a chance. My orgasm slams through me, and my face falls into the crook of his shoulder while I shudder and shake. I stifle my moans against his shirt, but when he stills and his cock thickens and pulses in me, it brings my orgasm to the next level, and I can hardly contain myself.

Being the one to make him lose his control like this is the greatest high, and I pull back so I can watch him as he does. I’ve wanted him to want me for so long, and tonight he does. And he said before that he wanted to take me home with him after this for more. I collapse against the wall, my breathing ragged, and a sated—happy—giggly girl smile curls up my lips.

He continues to hold me for a moment before he pulls out and sets me down. I wince, already feeling a bit sore. The condom is removed and tied off, and he puts himself away and zips up. Suddenly, it’s quiet. So quiet. Too quiet. And the way he’s refusing to look at me…

My heart starts to thunder all over again. “Jack?” I question, my voice barely above a nervous whisper, and reluctantly his eyes meet mine.

Regret lines his features, and my insides plummet. “I’m sorry, Wren. I’m so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened like that. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have stopped when I realized it was you.”

His words echo in my skull, a loud, pounding reverberation that slices at my insides. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed even though I’m covered in fifty layers of fabric. I don’t think I’ve ever gone from such a blissful high to a catastrophic low so fast.

“So it would have been better if I were just some meaningless girl?” There’s no hiding the hurt in my voice.

His hands go to the top of his head, and he starts to pace. “What do you want me to say? You’re Owen’s sister. You’re ten years younger than me. You were a virgin and I just fucked you hard against a wall at a Hollywood party. How could you have wanted it to be that way?”

“Because it was on my terms this way,” I shoot out, fury and frustration rattling me along with this bone-deep disappointment. I hate that he regrets it. That he regrets me. “High school boys only wanted me because I’m Wren Fritz, billionaire heiress, and the boys at school in Seattle, well, let’s just say I haven’t had the best experiences with them.”

He moves in on me and lifts my chin, his eyes blazing. “What does that mean?”

I shove his hand from my face. I don’t want him to touch me anymore. “None of your business, that’s what. I wanted it to be on my terms and under my control. That’s what this was.”

“Only it was with me, and that’s not how first times are supposed to go. How am I ever supposed to look at Owen again? Do you have any idea how guilty I feel right now? I never should have touched you.”

“But you did. And you most definitely didn’t stop. You don’t get to regret me after you came inside of me.”

“Jesus, Wren. Don’t you get it? I’m the ultimate piece of shit. I wanted you and I took you, and it was wrong. I’d kill Owen if he ever did that to Eddie.”

Bile mixed with that stupid mocking drink climbs up the back of my throat. I need to get out of here. My heart is cracking, breaking, shattering, and that’s not something I want him to see.

“It wasn’t me. It was Cinderella.”

Self-preservation has me pushing away from the wall and away from him.

“Wren,” he calls after me, but he’s not chasing. He’s standing exactly where I left him.

“Don’t worry about it, Jack. We’ll pretend like it never happened.”

I head away from him and back out into the party. I can’t tell if I’m being petulant or not. I talked him into it. I know that. And I shouldn’t be shocked that he’s regretting it, but when the guy you fancied yourself in love with for a big chunk of your life regrets being inside you, that hurts in the most devastating way. Honestly, I’m not sure what I was expecting from him. Of course his loyalty is to Owen. He wasn’t going to whisk me out of here and hold me all night and make love to me.

That’s a childish fairy-tale notion. I’m not his Cinderella, and as he said before, he’s the villain, not the prince.

It happened. V-card eliminated. Check.

Now, I can move on, put the past behind me, and start a new page of a new chapter.

I weave my way back toward the pool until I pass it, edging near the steps that lead up to the entrance.

“Hey!” a familiar and very welcome voice comes from behind me. Her hand catches my arm, and she spins me around, concern etched on my best friend’s features. “Are you okay? Your hair is a mess, and your mask and gloves are gone.”

That’s when I break down. Stupidly. Childishly. Big, huge, racking sobs that consume me. My vagina hurts, and my heart feels like someone is using it as a trampoline. I didn’t know Jack could still affect me this way, but here it is.

Tinsley wraps her arms around me and hugs me close. “What happened, Wren? You’re scaring me. Did someone hurt you?”

“Can we just go home? Back to your place?”

“Not until you tell me what happened. Do I need to take you to a hospital? The police?”

“No.” I laugh, but it’s shaky. I take a step back and wipe my face, hating that I got this emotional here at the party. Anyone, including Jack, could see us, and I’m not wearing a mask. “I met a hot vampire, and we shared the ‘Til Death Do Us Part drink.”

Tinsley gasps, her hand covering her mouth, but I press on.

“We, he, well, it was Jack.”

Her forehead scrunches, and she tilts her head. “Jack?”

“Kincaid.”

Her jaw drops. Tinsley’s also known him her entire life, and she knows how I feel—felt—about him. “Jack Kincaid?! How did he get in here?”

I shrug. “No clue. But we started to have our torrid affair, and with our masks still on, he discovered rather brutally that I was a virgin.”

“Oh hell, Wren.”

“Anyway, he knows who I am, it happened, and now he regrets it. I might regret it, too, but it’s done and over, and now I just want to get out of here.”

“The son of a bitch took your virginity and then regretted it? He told you that?”

I nod as more insipid tears come, unable to be stopped.

“Oh, honey.” She hugs me tighter. “I’m so sorry. What a bastard. God, why do men have to suck so much?”

I sniffle. “No clue. So can we go now?”

“We’re not going back to my place,” she tells me. “After what you just went through, I’m not having you sleep on a couch or deal with Forest, who went out with his frat boys tonight and will come home drunk after.” Forest is her longtime boyfriend and is also my cousin, so I wouldn’t mind not seeing him right now. “We’re going to grab our stuff and get a hotel room, drink and eat our way through the minibar, and celebrate the fact that we’re fucking fierce, and we make the rules, not them.”

A watery, sad smile curls up my lips. “Sounds perfect.”

She hugs me again. “I love you, and I’m here with you. I know it hurts, and your heart feels like it’s breaking, but it won’t. He was the lucky one to have you, not the other way around. You’ll be stronger because of this, and a year from now, what happened between the two of you tonight will be a distant memory. It will fade into the past and be like it never happened.”

I nod against her, absorbing her words. I can only hope that’s true.