Undeniably Enemies: Chapter 30

“Are you suggesting we’re…” She can’t even say the word.

“Together? Yes.”

She shakes her head with a laugh. “Jack, we can’t be together.”

I fold my arms over my naked chest. I’m only wearing a towel, and she’s in a lacy thong and matching bra. This does not feel stacked in my favor. “Why not, Wren? Seriously, tell me why not.”

Wren was attacked. Attacked and nearly killed. Every time those words pop into my head, red-hot fury like I’ve never known blasts through me like a bomb explosion. I wish he wasn’t dead. I wish he was in jail so I could pay some big, burly lifer to attack him the way he attacked Wren so he’d know that kind of fear and then cut him up into small pieces and send me his heart so I could set it on fire. That’s how fucking crazy and enraged the thought makes me.

No one hurts my girl, and the motherfucker is lucky he’s dead.

I think about her panic attack earlier today, and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and never let go. But in typical Wren fashion, she’s trying to make that difficult for me.

She throws me a look like I’m crazy. “Um, how about all the reasons we already talked about when we decided we wouldn’t do this?”

I sigh. “It’s complicated. I know it’s complicated. But I want this with you.”

She walks over to me and drags her hands up my chest until they’re twined behind my neck. “I want this with you too. I think. Maybe.” She smirks. “It feels wild to say that because I’ve programmed myself not to want this, but yeah, I do. That said, I don’t think we should throw caution to the wind and burn down our lives just yet.”

I squint at her. “What are you suggesting then?”

She shrugs. “I’m suggesting we do this but don’t broadcast it. At least not yet. Let’s try it and see if we fit. They’re announcing the chief position in two weeks or so, and I won’t interview for an internship until after the new year. That gives us a few months to date and be together and come up with a plan that works for both of us.”

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s not wrong with that. If I come out to the board and say, oh hey, I’m now romantically involved with my former student who’s trying to match here, I won’t get chief. And they might not believe me that our relationship started on the last day of her rotation because why would they?

Plus, other than the last couple of weeks we don’t have the best track record for getting along. She’s so young and legitimately hated me until very recently, so she likely does need time without broadcasting our relationship to the world. As much as I don’t want to hide her, for now, maybe that’s the best course.

“You want to be my dirty little secret?”

She tilts her head. “Sounds kind of hot to me.”

“It does, but what about your brother? And my sister, for that matter.”

She blows out a heavy breath. “I don’t know. My family isn’t just Owen. It’s⁠—”

“All ten thousand of your cousins and friends.”

She leans up and lands a kiss on the corner of my lips. “Exactly.”

Uneasiness settles over me. “You want to keep us a secret.”

It’s not a question, but she nods all the same. “Just for a bit, Jack. Just so we can have this without having to explain or defend or risk everything to everyone a million times over. I’m not suggesting we do this forever. I’m just saying we didn’t like each other for a very long time. What if we don’t work out?”

I don’t think that’s a possibility for me, but I understand her thoughts on it, and truth be told, what she’s saying isn’t unappealing. It’ll give us time to get used to being together in a healthy, positive way. Something we haven’t done much of. We’ll date and hang out, and it’ll be just us, which sounds pretty nice. I’m not seeking revenge on Owen for not telling me about him and Estlin, and I do want him to know sooner than later, but maybe Wren’s right on this.

Especially with the work stuff.

There’s a strong possibility I won’t make chief anyway, and if I’m simply an attending with no decision-making power in her becoming an intern, I have plenty of time to divulge our relationship to the higher-ups before she starts working there next summer.

“Okay,” I agree. “We’ll give it some time, but I’d like to readdress this sooner than later.”

“Works for me.” She jumps up into my arms, and my towel falls to the floor in a wet heap. I laugh as I catch her and walk her to the bed not too far behind her. Her hands run up through my wet hair. “I want you, Jack, but I’m scared too.”

I set her on the bed and crawl in between her legs so we’re nose-to-nose. “Ditto. We haven’t done a good job with each other in the past. Promise you’ll talk to me. We’ll communicate.”

“I promise.” She smiles against my lips. “You really love me?”

“I really love you. Probably a bit too much.”

“No such thing. It’s always the best when the guy loves you more than you love him.”

A chuckle slips past my lips, and I pinch her side until she yelps. My lips descend to hers, and I swallow it down, already hard and wanting her. I kiss her mouth but don’t linger as I take advantage of her pretty neck.

“It’s not just this, you know.”

“Not just what?” she asks breathily.

“Not just the sex, even if sex with you is better than any sex I’ve ever had.” I kiss her thrumming carotid and press my lips in on it until she gasps. Oh, the fun I’ll have with her.

“It’s definitely just the sex for me.”

I grin against her skin. “Is that so?”

I flip her over onto her stomach and pull her up so her ass is high in the air. I come down hard with a crack that ghosts over the walls. Glancing up, I catch our reflection in the mirror she has over her dresser, and how did I not notice that before? My fingers curl under the sides of her thong on her hips, and I slide it down until it snags at her knees. I don’t remove it, though. I want her to feel bound even if she’s not.

“Is it still only the sex?” I ask as I rub my hand along her ass while watching us in the mirror.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

I come down with a hard smack, and she bows forward, her teeth sinking into her lip, and her eyes rolling back. She hasn’t caught on yet that I’m watching her, and that makes this even better. My feisty little Cinderella wanted this. Her stomach quivers, and she makes a soft sound as I move over her warm skin.

“Do you like that?” I ask huskily in her ear before I glide down and bite the spot I just spanked. She cries out, and I smack her ass again to make her stop. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

I suck on my bite mark. “Thought so.”

Licking a trail from her clit to her ass, my other hand runs up and down her spine. Her skin is so soft and warm from the shower, and her pussy is already so fucking wet. Always so fucking wet. Like even after she’s had me, she still can’t get enough. It’s the same way I feel about her, and it drives me mad.

I unhook her bra and start to play with her pussy, alternating my fingers and tongue, trying to throw her off, keep her on her toes. Her cute ass wiggles at me, and I know it’s because she wants to get spanked again, so that’s out now. Dipping my fingers inside, I suck in a sharp breath.

“Is this all my cum still inside of you?”

I start to fuck it back into her, not wanting any of it to drip out.

“Speaking of your cum inside of me.”

Shocking the hell out of me, she spins around and doesn’t waste any time. Taking me in hand, she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock up to the head, where she rings my crown and slides her tongue into my slit.

Fuck. My head falls back and my eyes close. The number of times I’ve fantasized about this. My fingers thread into her hair, and I get lost in the glide and suction of her hot mouth. Only I can’t hold back. I have to see her. And she doesn’t disappoint. Long, dark lashes rest against pink cheeks on smooth skin with her pretty mouth wrapped snuggly around my cock.

“Look at me, Cinderella.”

Her eyes flash open with venom. She still hates that name, which is why I used it.

“Do you know how pretty you are like this?”

She preens at the praise, her hand cupping my balls, and I try not to smile. I do. Because fuck, is she good at this. Too good. So good I’ll come in her mouth, but that will have to wait for another day.

“You’re always so pretty when your mouth is full and you’re quiet.”

Before she can bite my dick off—literally—I pull out of her mouth and shove my tongue back down her throat. I grip her hip and guide myself to her entrance. She swats me away.

“You don’t get to fuck me.”

“Then you don’t get fucked, sweetheart.”

“Are you forgetting my arsenal of BOBs?”

“They don’t fuck you like I do.” I crook a finger at her, and she angles up. Just as she gets close, I push inside of her with a hard, pounding thrust.

“Fuck. Jack!”

“There you are.” I grin and suck her bottom lip between my teeth. “Right there. You feel that? So fucking good.” I point over her shoulder. “Take a look and spin around on my dick so I can fuck you from behind while we both watch. I won’t put any weight on your back. I promise.”

She does, and immediately, I slide back inside her. A shaky breath flees her lungs, and I meet her eyes.

“You’ll see me the entire time, Wren. No fear, baby, only pleasure. I won’t hurt you. Not ever.”

I reach out, wrap my hand in her hair and pull it back so I can see her face fully. Her breath catches, her eyes wide with hunger as she sees her reflection.

“Keep your eyes on me. Right here.” Two fingers meet my eyes before my hand returns to her hip. She licks her lips and nods, but with me this deep in her, it’s hard for her to focus. Wren is so physical. All visceral.

I want to draw this out. I want this to last all night. But I also want to eat a meal with her and laugh and talk and just hang out. It’s what we’ve been doing after the gym these last couple of weeks, but that was as friends. This is us being together for real. I want us to learn how to be an us. Which is yet another reason why her suggestion to hold off before we go public makes sense.

I circle my hips and speed up my movements, my eyes never swaying from hers. Those blue eyes. That stunning face. My girl. She’s all mine now.

One hand in her hair, another on her shoulder, and I grip them both, using them for leverage. I’m already slick with sweat, and she’s growing tackier by the minute. I slide forward, my knees bending deeper into the mattress, and I fuck her, taking her weight back with me as I pound into her. She cries out yet begs for it harder.

She moans, her eyes hazy and drunk as she watches herself get fucked. She’s wrecked with it. Entranced. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. More so knowing this isn’t for the last time. It’s simply the beginning of where we’re going.

My legs start to burn with the effort of my thrusts as pleasure skyrockets through me, buzzing up my spine. The need to come is pervasive, but I resist even as I flutter closer to the edge. My teeth bury in my bottom lip, and I pound mercilessly.

“That’s it,” I say through panting breaths. “So good, baby. You feel incredible. Your body was made for me, and you take me so well. Such a good girl, Wren. You’re such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Girl.” Thrust.

I can feel her getting close. Her pussy getting tighter around my cock.

“Oh god, please.”

I stroke her head. “Keep going. I love the way your body looks when I fuck it. Just like that. That’s it. That’s my girl. So fucking pretty. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t you dare. You’re about to come and so am I, and I want to see you.”

“Jack, faster.”

I reach forward to touch her clit, using the slickness of her pussy to rub it fast and hard because there is no way I can last. Not with her like this. Not with how good she feels and how beautiful she looks and how tight she gets when I tell her how perfectly she takes my cock. It’s a dream. All of it.

“Holy hell!” she screams, her back arching and her eyes closing despite my command. I smack her ass, but all that does is make her clench tighter, come harder, moan louder, and that’s it for me. My balls draw up, and my grip tightens, and holy fuuuuck.

My toes curl into the mattress, and I come and come and come so fucking hard I’m positive I’ve never come this hard before. Then again, every time with her is like that. New and better than the time before, which doesn’t even make sense, but that’s how it feels. I die and fall forward, panting for my life and definitely pulling a muscle or two, but who cares? Shit.

“I need six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen, ice, rest, fluids, and food.”

She giggles beside me, and my eyes flutter open to find her face right there. I smile and drag my finger along the lines of her cheek.

“I had this whole plan to cook for you.”

“I have leftovers I can reheat for us.”

“That sounds amazing. And I bet your leftovers are far better than anything I could make for us.”

“Probably.”

She smiles. I smile.

My fingers trail along her cheek. “Stay in love with me, okay? Don’t get scared and rethink this.”

“What happens when you remember you don’t like me?”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “Wanna know a secret?” I continue before she can answer my rhetorical question. “I always liked you. Even when I told myself I didn’t. You’re a pain in the ass, but I think that’s one of the things I like most about you. And not just because I get to punish you for it.”

She releases a shaky breath. “Don’t break my heart again.”

My expression turns as serious as hers, and I cup her jaw and rub our noses together. “Never. I’m sorry I broke it to begin with.” I kiss her softly but determinedly so she knows I mean it. So she knows it’s for real. “Your heart is my end piece. My checkmate. The place I’d like to start calling home if you’d let me.”

“Wanna spend the weekend with me?”

I chuckle. “I thought you’d never ask.”