Undeniably Enemies: Chapter 37

It’s hard not to ride the high, but I’m riding it all the same. What Wren did for me… I can’t even explain what that feels like. I have my guys, and my guys would do stuff like that. They’d lie down in traffic for me. They’d take a bat to someone’s head without question if I asked them to.

I’ve never had a woman be on my side before. Not like this.

Not where she risked herself for me. She may not have realized that was what she was doing, but that’s exactly what she did this morning. She produced evidence against an attending physician after he threatened to out her relationship with her former teacher.

The board could have looked at that and her and kicked her ass out of the room. They could have claimed she manufactured it or that it wasn’t relevant to the situation at hand. They could have said, that’s nice, little girl, now be on your way and we won’t match you here.

I mean, she’s Wren Fritz, so that obviously didn’t happen, but she has no clue.

Hospitals are weird places in that we’re always teaching and learning, and people’s lives are at stake. With that, hospitals are perpetually on alert and terrified of lawsuits. It’s why they don’t fuck around with teacher-student dynamics and despise any workplace romance that could lead to a he-said-she-said situation.

But as I park my car and jog across the street to catch up to my girl, I don’t care about getting chief or what happens to Marshall.

Wren hears me coming, but she’s playing coy as she enters our building as if I’m not right behind her. Before she can place one foot on the stairs, I sweep her off her feet and carry her up.

“My place,” she instructs. “I have better food.”

It’s true, she does. She has a freezer full of baked goods, and the other day she made homemade English muffins that I could go for.

Loud footsteps thump on the stairs above us, and we freeze as Tyson rounds the corner and spots us.

“Mmhmm. I see you took my advice, Jack.”

“Yes, sir, I did.”

“Good man. Wren, I expect a full report.”

Wren rolls her eyes at him. “That’ll require more wine and cupcakes.”

“It’s a date.” Tyson winks at us and continues down the stairs. “I’m late for my hair appointment. You two enjoy your day.”

“We will,” I call out, and for some reason, that makes Wren laugh. I drop a kiss on her forehead and put her down so she can unlock her door, but the moment it’s relocked—again, only once—I have her on the floor by her fireplace. Wren was smart enough to have hers converted to gas, and I press the button on the remote to start it up with a click.

It whooshes to life, and I stare down at my girl, watching the orange and yellow flames flicker in her blue eyes.

Slowly I bend down until we’re nose-to-nose. I take her hands in mine and thrust them up and over her head. Her breath catches, and she tenses, but she doesn’t stop me.

“Safe word?”

“Chocolate.”

“Perfect.” I put some of my weight on her wrists. I’ve held them like this, and I’ve fucked her from behind, but I’ve never done both at the same time, and I think she’s ready. I think she can handle it. I think she can handle anything. I lick the seam of her lips. “Except you’ve been a very bad girl going behind my back and putting your career at risk.”

“I didn’t⁠—”

I shut her up by shoving my tongue into her mouth and kissing her. “I didn’t say you could speak, Miss Fritz.”

Her eyes flare.

“Get undressed for me but leave your panties on.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You have ten seconds to do it. If you’re not ready for me by that time, I’ll punish you. And trust me when I tell you, the need to do just that is so strong I’m barely containing myself right now.”

Her jaw goes slack, but she recovers quickly. She even manages to bite down whatever scathing comment she was about to hurl my way. My feisty Cinderella wants this, and I bet if I stuck my fingers between her legs right now, I’d find her ready for me.

Releasing her, I sit back and watch the show, removing my shirt and tossing it away. She picks up her phone and puts on some music for us. Thinking she’s being cute—which she is, who am I kidding—she does a little dance as she shimmies out of her scrubs pants and kicks them away. She’s wearing a pale pink lacy thong, and I can already smell how turned on she is.

I don’t bother checking my watch. It’s well past ten seconds, but since I plan to punish her anyway, it makes no difference. She knows it too, which is why she’s now dancing for me. Teasing me. Her hands grasp the hem of her shirt, and she rolls it along her soft belly and up to just beneath her bra line, killing me, punishing me before I can punish her.

“Miss Fritz,” I warn.

“Yes, Dr. Kincaid,” she replies breathily, swaying her hips to the beat of the song and running her hands up her body and through her hair. Fuck, is she stunning. These ten seconds, this moment of space, were supposed to help me get myself back under control, but watching her move and dance like this is having the opposite effect.

Her long-sleeve shirt and scrub top are removed, and now she’s only in her thong and matching bra, still dancing. Still moving sensually with the warm glow of the fire dancing along with her.

She doesn’t get it. I’ve told her, but I’m still not sure she has any clue.

This breathtaking woman possesses every fiber of my being. I love her endlessly. I love her mind and fighting spirit. I love her spunk and tenacity. I love her toned legs and narrow dip of her waist and soft belly and perfect heart-shaped ass and sweet breasts. I love her stunning face and gorgeous skin and hair that’s like spun gold.

I just love her. All of her. Forever. ’Til death do us part.

“You’re so beautiful.” My voice is like stone. Rough and unpolished.

And because she’s a fucking vixen, she winks at me.

Turning around, her hair tumbles down her back, and her face rolls over her shoulder to meet my eyes. Her fingers toy with the clasp of her bra, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. Seriously, I could fucking break up asphalt on the street right now.

“Should I take this off too?”

“I believe I already gave you an order. One you’re disobeying.”

She smirks. “It’s what I do.”

No kidding.

The clasp slips between her fingers, and the two sides fall away, revealing her back. One shoulder slips off, and then the other before the entire thing meets the floor.

“Now what?” she asks.

“Now dance for me, Cinderella.”

Turning around, she continues to move and touch her body, closing her eyes and fucking the air the way she likes to fuck my fingers and dick. I scoot closer and rub my finger along the lace over her pussy, and she swats my hand away.

“No touching the dancers.”

My lips twitch. “Not even if I pay?”

Her eyes flare down at me with wicked heat. “Not even then.”

“Hmm. So if I lie on my back and you dance over my mouth…”

Her cheeks flush as she sucks her lip into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, don’t look at me like that.”

Her head tilts. “Like what?”

“Like you want me to wrap all your pretty hair around my fist and force your cunt down on my face.”

“But what if I do?”

I fall back to the ground. This isn’t going how I planned, but it’s even better now. “Come here. Don’t make me wait, and don’t make me ask you again.”

Now she snaps into action, and the moment she starts to lower herself over me, I grab a fistful of her long hair and cinch it at the nape of her neck.

“Pull your panties to the side.”

“Oh hell,” she cries as I bite at the lace covering her clit. Her fingers slide it to the side, revealing her soaking wet, perfectly pink pussy. I take a moment to look at it before my tongue comes up and swirls around her clit that’s already swollen and pulsing. She grinds down, her body rocking, seeking more.

“Fuck my face, sweetheart. Dance all over it till you come. But after that, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll have trouble walking for a week.”

She smirks down at me. “Promises, promises.”

I suck her clit into my mouth as hard as I can, and she rips at my hair. Releasing her with a wet pop, I grin up from between her thighs. “You shouldn’t test me.”

“So I’m learning, but this is my dance, and you’re simply here for the ride.”

The song morphs into another, and her hips undulate along with it. Her thighs spread wide on either side of my face, using them to roll her body up and down. Since I’m not allowed to use my hands, other than the one I still have in her hair, my mouth does all the heavy lifting. My lips tickle hers and play with her clit. My tongue thrusts up inside her, fucking her as she fucks down on me.

Everything is Wren. Her smell and taste and sounds, those sweet, whimpering moans she makes that drive me wild, surround me. I’m desperate to grab her hips and work her harder against me. Or use my fingers to fuck her while my tongue works her clit.

And then I remember I’m the one running this show, and I do just that.

She tries to reprimand me like any good stripper would, but it feels too good for her to stop me. Instead, she holds onto the top of my head, and with my help, seriously fucks my face. Two fingers strike in and out while my tongue and nose work her pussy at the same speed. The closer she gets, the harder it is for her to stay upright and keep up her dance, and I have to pull my fingers from inside of her to help keep her steady.

“Jack. Oh my fuck, Jack, yes.”

I growl in approval, and that sets her off. Feeling my lips vibrate against her clit has her screaming and shaking and rubbing herself on me harder than she was before. Her cum fills my mouth, and I lick her harder, not stopping, even when she starts to squirm because she’s getting sensitive. I hold her tighter against me and wring every last ounce of her orgasm from her body.

Before she can fully catch her breath or get her bearings, I have her flipped over onto her stomach on the carpet, her hands pinned at her lower back instead of above her head, and with a nudge of her thighs, I fuck straight into her.

“Oh, fucking hell, that’s deep.”

I grunt in response. Sliding all the way out until only the head of my cock is just inside of her, I thrust straight back in until there’s no more room for me to go. She tries to arch her back, but I’m holding her down tight, and I won’t let her move. I can feel her starting to panic with that. I can feel her wanting to struggle.

Dipping down to her ear, I whisper, “You’re doing so well. You take my cock so perfectly, and you feel incredible. I love you, my beautiful girl.”

She hums in satisfaction, her body relaxing as I shower her in praise.

I repeat the motion with my cock over and over until she’s ready to fully take me like this. Until I have her comfort and trust and her body is high on endorphins and nothing else. That’s when I unleash myself and start to fuck her like I’ve never fucked her before. I bring her up onto all fours and my hand slips around her body, between the valley of her breasts. I grab her neck, using it for leverage and giving her carotids the smallest squeeze as I do.

She gasps and squeals in surprise, but the hard clench of her pussy on my cock tells me she likes it. I hold her throat like that, applying some pressure while still making sure she can breathe, and pound her as hard as I told her I was going to.

After this, I’ll wrap my arms around and take her slow and deep in front of the fire with my eyes on hers the entire time. I can never decide which way I like taking her more. Pushing her limits or fucking her like a queen. I find I always have to do both. Once is never enough anyway.

Her pussy is heaven, so warm and wet and tight as it grips me like a glove. I speed up, getting close and chasing it now that I can feel she is too. Just as her orgasm starts, I release her neck, and a rush of blood shoots straight up to her brain and makes her scream in ecstasy. Her hands claw at the floor. Her body jerks and sinks back as she tries to take me in deeper.

It triggers my own orgasm, and I explode, jetting into her like a missile as I come and come and fucking come in her. My girl. My woman. My Cinderella. My dream. The one I refuse to lose, no matter the cost or stakes.

Both of us tumble to the floor in a heap of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths.

I hold her against me, kissing her neck and whispering words of love.

She spins in my arms, and we go for round two with eyes and lips and hands. Minutes turn to hours, and before long, we’re both exhausted, happy, and famished.

“I’m going to run down the street and grab some stuff.”

She makes a noise in the back of her throat, her eyes closed and her naked body still warm and content against mine.

“I have chicken.”

I chuckle. “And what else?”

She smiles a sleepy smile. “Bread.”

“Chicken and bread on a plate. Sounds awesome.”

She pinches my nipple, making me yelp in an unmanly way.

“I can make some pasta or something with it.”

“Baby, if I keep eating carbs like this, I’ll have a gut, and then you won’t want me.”

“True. I am superficial like that. Fine. Run down to the store and get some green stuff.” Her pretty blue eyes flicker open in excitement. “Oh, I could make Verde chicken enchiladas.”

I groan. “Now you’re talking. Text me a list. I’m going to get changed.”

“Do I have to get dressed?”

“Honestly, I’d prefer it if you didn’t, but it’s up to you.”

She rolls on her back and starts texting me a grocery list, and I tug on my clothes and run a hand through my messy hair. My arms slip into my coat, and I grab my phone and wallet.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Buy me tequila and the good margarita mix I like.”

I scowl. “You think so little of me that I wouldn’t have automatically done that.”

She smiles. “This is why I love you. You remember the important things in life.”

“Like tequila. Call me if you think of anything else you want.” I open the door, and there with his hand raised as if he’s about to knock on Wren’s door is Owen. Except he’s not alone. He’s got Rory, Estlin, and freaking Octavia with him.

I turn back to naked Wren on the carpet.

Shit.