We Super Shouldn't: Complete Enemies to Lovers Romance Series Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Firmly, I grasp her breasts and massage them as my lips bury themselves in her neck. She closes her eyes, and for a while, she lets my lips brush her skin, my tongue acting as a paint brush, touching her ear lobe while my hands fondle her breasts.

  After a moment, the desire builds in me and I just want to taste her breast. My mouth trails down and slides on her skin from her neck to her chest where it goes to replace my hands. Immediately, she moans when she feels my soft lips starting to nibble at her nipple. I continue to warm her nipples in my mouth, and she lets her chin down to rest on top of my head she feels my tongue against her skin, flicking her erected nipples.

  Her enjoyment quickly gets louder, and I hear her whisper my name as my tongue brushes her nipples some more.

  My hunger for her grows and I want to taste more for her. I lay her down on the bed and rapidly take off her dampened panties. Scout now has one leg on the bed and the other hanging off, touching the floor, ready for me to partake in the feast between her thighs.

  Her legs involuntarily close around my head when my mouth finds her inner thighs. She languishes for more, yet I stay teasing her, planting small kisses up her thigh. The buildup is almost unbearable for her and through her gritted teeth, she begs me to take her. But I slowly continue until I finally arrive at her core. I drop my lips on her clit and I feel her begin to pull on my hair.

  Every kiss I plant on her clit makes her elicit some soft whimpers that escape her lips in shuddering intervals. My appetite for her only grows when I see her in such a state.

  Scout lets out a loud gasp as I finally plunge my tongue into her folds. Then she feels my tongue pass again on her clit and she struggles to keep her moans discreet. Scout can’t stop herself from bucking her hips and thrusting her pussy in my face as she pleads for more. My tongue drapes her clit with warm caresses driving her further into a lustful madness.

  She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck.

  “I need you inside me,” she whispers.

  We kiss one more time and now she feels my thickness press against her wet pussy. We are almost there but my underwear is still on and blocks us. I immediately take it off and put a condom on that I had stored in my back pocket. She places her arms around me again and pushes me close to her so we can begin to rub our groins against one another.

  I pass my length between her lower lips and on her clit. My cock gets coated in her juices. The teasing is unbearable for her as she pulls me closer, basically begging for me to penetrate her. The head of my cock finally pushes her lips apart and I begin to tease her hole. I slowly push into her. My hard cock pushes its way deep inside her and she feels her pussy walls parting to let me in. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I feel them shiver with pleasure as I ease myself further inside.

  Once I’m deep enough, I begin to pump my cock into her. I pin her down on the bed and with every thrust, it seems she falls deeper into the mattress. She struggles to take in all my rapid pushes, yet she asks for more. She uses me for my length and my warmth as the sun starts setting turning the day into night. My thrusts get harder and faster, giving her what she wants. Her body ripples under my hard pumps and she grapples with me while I fuck her. I feel her wrapped around my thickness and push myself as deep as possible.

  We continue to fuck hard and passionately, building up the sweat making our skin glisten. The sky might be star-less but her body is covered with beads of sweat that shine and twinkle under the vibrant city light coming in through the window. Her body becomes a clear night, sprinkled with glittering spots that offer a show on an already magnificent view.

  I continue to violently push into Scout as she screams at me, telling me to go further as she’s getting close. I push inward and feel her tighten around me, her arms and legs coil me as quivers rumble through her. I keep ramming my entire length in her and she keeps repeated my name while asking me to join her ecstasy. I give her one hard thrust before joining her. She locks me deep inside her as we both feel the imminent explosion between our bodies. Her arms and legs untie me and we both collapse on top of each other.

  We take some time to catch our breath.

  So begins the first chapter of my new life with Scout. I couldn’t ask for a better send off to my old life.

  Epilogue

  Bryan

  Opening game.

  I didn’t think I’d be back on the field this soon. It’s only been four weeks since my suspension following the miniscule “marijuana smoking” scandal. My teammates are all excited to have me back, but I don’t know how confident I am in my skills after taking such a long hiatus. Not that you can really forget how to play ball.

  The roar of the crowd from outside sounds like never ending thunderclaps. It doesn’t exactly bring a calming effect over me.

  Finally, we’re introduced. I run alongside my team members and am welcomed warmly by football fans from all over, happy to see me back. They’re not all here to see me, but it would be a lie to say that this game wasn’t advertised with me as a main selling point.

  The shivers still haven’t escaped me. They stay with me until I look at the closest seats and see Scout there holding a banner with my name on it that’s also being held up and stretched out with the help of several kids from Children of the Future.

  Just as my gaze falls on them, a camera pans down to show them up on the big screen above the court. Scout blows me a kiss from the seats, and I catch it before I’m told to get my head in the game that’s about to start by my teammates.

  I remember what Scout tells me at times like this. To take a deep breath and close my eyes. When I open my eyes, the game is over. We won. I’m surrounded by cheering teammates, pats on the back from my coach, and a tight hug from Scout who ran onto the field once the winning team was announced.

  I suppose I’ve still got it. The memory of the game quickly rushes back to me and I see that I played a phenomenal game. The clips playing on the jumbo screen show me absolutely tearing through the field and making some near-impossible catches. Before I can walk off with Scout, I’m stopped by coach Kramer.

  “It’s good to have you back, kid. You’re an all-star!”

  I pat him on the back wishing I could say exactly what’s on my mind. The son of a bitch suspended me until I was back in the good graces of the public. Only reason he took me back was because the fans were clamoring for my return. He may be a good coach on paper, but I no longer trust that man to have my back.

  Someone else stops me from rejoicing in my victory, though this time it’s someone I don’t mind talking to. A reporter named Chad. A mic is shoved in my face as the journalist asks me if I’ve been keeping up with my reading comprehension lessons.

  “Chad, I actually have stayed true to my word, believe it or not. I’ve been able to squeeze in my reading comprehension lessons between my training. I’m not slowing down. I’m working to improve myself as much as I can,” I tell him. “I’m learning a lot, Chad. I’m going to be taking my football as seriously as my reading comprehension lessons. The new season starting isn’t going to stop me.”

  I politely move the mic away from my face and wave to the cameras as I walk towards Scout and the kids from the center. The kiss we share is met with mixed reviews. The cameras and crowd seem to love it, but kids being kids, groaned and laughed when they saw us two kissing.

  “Good game, right?”

  “It was a great game. But I’m a bit more excited for dinner tonight. I’ll catch you later,” I tell her before planting a fun, sloppy kiss on her.

  In the locker rooms, I’m the last to leave. I sit down and think of the journey I’ve had this past year. The fall from grace and rise from the ashes of my public persona. My constantly evolving relationship with Scout. But things are finally looking up. I’m far from any sort of ridiculous scandal. I’m back on the field, making big bucks again. Scout’s charity is being well funded by many outside donors. And Scout and I are in a good place. A very good place.

  I sling my du
ffle bag over my shoulder and slam my locker shut. A notification pings from my phone. It’s Scout.

  I read: Kids have been dropped off. See ya for dinner, right? Not going to be held up, are you?

  No, Scout, I won’t be. I have big plans tonight. I reach into the smallest, tightest pocket of my duffle bag and closely inspect my gift for Scout that I’ll be giving her this dinner. A small black felt box holding an engagement ring.

  Be there soon.

  Scout

  Since Bryan moved in, we’ve been living very economically. Not because we have to, but as a change of pace for him since he’s lived an unreasonably spoiled life since childhood. Because of this, we’ve gotten used to eating in or ordering in fast food.

  Tonight is a nice change of pace.

  To celebrate his return to the NFL, Bryan reserved a table for us at a popular gastro pub. Not exactly glitz and glamour, but it’s more than I’m used to. Here, I can order the fancier version of the fast food I like. I can’t complain.

  Bryan assured me that he won’t be celebrating his return with his teammates, but I’m still worried since I’ve been waiting at this restaurant by myself for nearly fifteen minutes. I’m not going to hold it against him, though. I understand it’s a big day for him, but I do wish he’d hurry. I’m feeling a strong sensation of deja vu with people staring at me instead of minding their own business. I wish Bryan was here already to grab my face and kiss me hard like his life depended on it just so I could lose the feeling of all the eyes in the restaurant being on me.

  “Hey, hon, sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to stink of sweat throughout this meal, so I took an extra long shower. But I’m sorry and I’m here.”

  Immediately, my anxiety melts away. He didn’t even have to apologize to me, his being here is enough to settle my nerves, but I love it so much that he’s courteous enough to apologize for his tardiness.

  “Let’s eat, shall we?”

  The dinner is delightful, a real treat for both of us after enduring so much hardships this past year. Smoked wings as our appetizers paired with some ranch on the side. Two specialty burgers as the main entree. Mine has fried potato chips and fries inside, a fantastic burger that allows a perfect crunch noise with every bite. Bryan’s burger is triple stacked with meat and bacon between each patty. For dessert, we order one slice of cheesecake to share.

  “You know, Scout, I really want to thank you for everything. You have been a beacon of light in my life this year and I don’t think I could have made it out alive without you,” he confesses.

  I joke that I never would have gone back to Bryan’s place had it not been for Palir’s insistence.

  “Sure,” he continues, “but you had the option to step away. You could have left me to wallow in sadness and your life may not have been all that different.”

  “That’s not true,” I remind him. “Because of you, I won’t have to worry about funding for Children of the Future for months. Years, maybe. Don’t undervalue your efforts.”

  He nods. “I just want you to know you’re important to me and —”

  Our waitress stops by and places our cheesecake between us.

  “I’d like you to be part of my life for as long as possible.”

  What the fuck is happening?

  Bryan reaches into his pocket and removes a black felt box. He opens it and reveals a shining ring. He can’t be serious. He’s getting out of his chair and down on one knee.

  “Scout,” he starts staring deep into my tearing eyes, “will you marry me?”

  Now the eyes I feel staring at me aren’t just a feeling, but fact. The entire restaurant is excitedly awaiting my answer, as I’m sure Bryan is.

  It’s not even a question.

  “Of course I’ll marry you, Bryan. Yes. A million times yes.”

  Even with his timidly quivering hand, he carefully places the engagement ring on my ring finger. It’s a gorgeous ring. I’ve wanted this moment for so long. Since he proposed the fake marriage in order to improve our image to the public, I’ve thought about this moment, but I never thought it would feel so momentous.

  Our fake relationship turned into a real engagement. Sometimes life is stranger than fiction.

  Extended Epilogue

  Scout

  As a young girl, when I thought of my wedding day, I planned for it to be all about me. I’m glad that I’ve grown as a person enough to not make my wedding day only about myself. Not even about my significant other, Bryan.

  Today does mark the day of our union as man and wife, but we’ve felt like a legal couple for so long now. A few months before today, we decided that our wedding should be a chance to do something for the less fortunate or in need. Bryan had the idea to have our reception at the center for Children of the Future. Not only would we be saving money by having our reception there, we’d be attracting more media attention to it than ever.

  All that said, it’s not like this place doesn’t have significance in our lives. The Center for Children of the Future is where Bryan and I first met. It’s where we volunteer. It is an important place in our lives, and we want it to thrive as much as possible.

  With that in mind, we invited everyone we knew and then some. The kids who are enrolled in the program were welcome to attend as long as their parents came with them. Bryan’s football teammates were invited not just because of the friendship they share with Bryan, but because their being there would attract a lot of media attention and our center could use all the attention it could get.

  Palir, of course, was not just invited but also acted as Bryan’s best man. He was feeling so great about that that he turned off his phone and actually started mingling with people, even my quote-unquote boss, Anais. The two of them seemed to hit it off. They could both use someone to help them let loose a bit.

  Much to our disappointment, Bryan’s parents showed up. Not to the wedding itself, just to the reception. They didn’t even stick around. They only made an appearance to talk to Bryan in private. They left immediately after.

  When I asked Bryan what they showed up to say, he confessed that they were happy with our marriage but only because they thought I was good for Bryan’s image, and by extension their public image. Those two sorry excuses for parents never fail to disgust me. Their unwelcome appearance soured Bryan’s mood for some time until I reminded him that their approval doesn’t matter. We’re in love, for real, and that’s what is important.

  A little bit of dancing and interacting with our close friends got Bryan back to normal. I had the night of my life, interruptions and all. But it didn’t end with the reception. Immediately after the partying and snacking with friends, Bryan and I had a limo prepared to drive us off to the airport so we could celebrate our honeymoon abroad.

  As soon as we hopped into the limo, after waving to all of our friends, things moved so fast. Our tongues latched onto one another and caressed around in our mouths. It seemed as if our tongues like our bodies could not be separated. After all, we could not stop touching and caressing one another as we spun around the backseat of the limousine.

  In an indecent whirlwind, Bryan pinned me down on the seat. We made out until he must have felt he couldn’t make out anymore since he threw me over the backseat and bent me over. We were in a continuous tempest of passion almost too small for the space in the limo to contain. After he pushed me down against the seat, he flipped me around and I latched my claws onto his tuxedo and kissed his chest. My crimson lipstick stained the white fabric of his dress shirt.

  Though our foreplay was rushed, it was passionate and delicate, rough yet sweet. Our foreplay could have been a few minutes or an hour, time was not a factor inside of that limousine.

  In an instant, my mouth was on his crotch. I was trying to taste him through his underwear. We both took this time to get completely naked in the back seat, not even making sure to see if the partition between us and the driver was up. I started sucking his cock and hearing his swear under his breath quickly drove me crazy.<
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  As much as I enjoy sucking on Bryan’s member, I just wanted to get it lubricated enough for it to slide pleasurably inside me.

  He slid his cock up and down my wet lower lips as I backed my rear onto him. He pushed the head in and we both let out a moan of solace as I began to slowly move my hips, my ass moving in circles while the head of his cock was barely pushed inside of me.

  I felt my body shiver as he rammed his cock into me. The pounding of his cock in me echoed in the enclosed elongated car. My wetness made lewd noises and this mesmerizing sound covered the noise of the outside world.

  Bryan continuously pushed into me as his whole cock pumped into me with ease and rapidity. His hips rammed and shoved his cock into me with harshness and strength. My panting and moans only urged on his performance.

  Our breathing began to pick up its pace and we both felt the incoming orgasm. We pressed our bodies together as closely as possible, holding in the explosion brewing within us, but we could not hold it. We both let out simultaneous screams of passion that made the limo driver stop the car for a moment before realizing why it was his passengers were screaming.

  “Fuck,” Bryan whispers after.

  This wasn’t his usual victorious “fuck”. He was worried.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him. “We just got married, had some spectacular sex… is something wrong?”

  He regains his breath. “I came inside of you. I didn’t wear a condom. I don’t have any condoms on me.”

  “That’s fine,” I whisper. “Maybe that’ll result in a beautiful gift.”

  “Are you ready for that? Do you think we’re ready for that?”

  I look deep into his eyes and assure him.

  “We’re ready.”

  THE END

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