The Enemy

by Amelia Shea

  “Ah, God,” she breathed, resting her head against the curve of his shoulder. Had it been too long, or was he just that big? She sucked in a breath and prepared for him to move. To her shock, Kase kissed her neck, trailing his lips over her throat, and shifted slightly.

  “So fucking tight.” He licked her neck, tracing up to her lips. His tongue licked at her bottom lip, and she opened for him. He rocked forward slowly, which seemed out of character. “You need me slow?”

  She nodded and blinked. His dark stare pinned her against her pillows. She bit her bottom lip, drawing his gaze to her. He leaned closer, licking her lip and taking it between his with a soft bite.

  “Slow, Kase.”

  “As slow as you want it, Phoebe.”

  Phoebe. He rarely used her name, which made it sound that much sweeter in a soft whisper.

  He moved forward, and her head arched into the pillow. He was definitely larger than the last man she’d been with. He kissed her neck, rocking his hips into her and starting a rhythm. She swiveled her hips, adjusting to his length.

  So much for her brazen fuck me attitude. All she wanted was to feel every inch of him. She curved her hand around his waist and jutted her hips, gasping from his full tilt. She grinded her hips closer, wanting him to move. He took her hint and pulled back, easing into her slowly with an even thrust. She gripped his back and dug her nails into his skin.

  “Kase.” She curled her face into his neck, sucking on his skin and nibbling the soft flesh. It must have turned him on because he stroked deeper into her core, his hips rising and plummeting deep inside. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, tightening her grip. The tremor started slow, then exploded, and she rocked her hips forward as she felt the shiver course through her blood, gripping with sheer intensity.

  “Right there,” she begged, and he swiveled his hips, pounding deep inside her exactly where she needed him to be. She scraped her nails down his back, and he cupped her jaw, angling her head to take her lips. She was breathing so heavy, his tongue pierced through her lips, and she moaned her breath into his mouth. Holy hell.

  She’d never come so hard in her life. She panted and tore her mouth from his. Well, she tried, but he forced her lips against his, and his tongue glided across hers. Her body was giving out, but she felt him harden in her core and jerk inside her. Fucking perfect. His lips grazed over her slowly, his tongue gliding against hers in a sensual kiss.

  This man had destroyed her for anyone in the future.

  Her body slumped into the warm sheets, and she closed her eyes. The only indication he had moved was the cool air wafting her body. She missed his heat and pried her eyes open. His ass was the view she got, and she curled her lips. Perfection. She fell to her side, taking in the view. With the shadowy light streaming in from the kitchen, she watched as he made his way through the door. She blinked hazily, waiting on his return. Then he did.

  She curled into her pillow, not knowing what would come next. Kase lifted the covers and got into the bed. Without hesitation, she shifted into his side, and his hand drew her closer. He was resting against her headboard, and she didn’t bother glancing up. She smelled the cigarette and curled deeper into his chest with a small smile playing on her lips.

  “Make up sex is the best.” she whispered.

  A low rumbling chuckle was his only response.

  Sleeping with the enemy. Hell yeah!

  ****

  Sleeping with her was not what he intended when he’d come over. He wasn’t complaining. He knew she’d be impossible to resist. Lying in her bed was proof. He should have gotten dressed and gotten his ass out of her place. Yet, there he was.

  She burst out laughing, and Kase glanced over his shoulder at her shaking in her sheets.

  “What?” he snapped.

  She shook her head and continued to giggle, wiping her eyes. She was having a hell of a good time at his expense.

  “What the fuck?”

  She glanced up at him through her hooded lids, which seemed sexier than anything he’d ever seen in his life, which said a lot considering all the women he had bedded.

  “Just thinking of you doing the walk of shame out my door.” She winked. “I might have to take a picture for Bailey’s newsletter. The town won’t believe it without proof.”

  “You ever getting tired of being a smartass?”

  She grinned and crawled over the bed, reaching out and grabbing his hips and tugging his body against her. “Nope. My dad always said if ya find something you’re good at, go with it.”

  He clasped his hand over her jaw and kissed her. Her tongue slid past his lips as she moaned softly. She would be his downfall if he let her. Her nails slid down his back, and he felt himself growing hard. Fuck. He tore his mouth away from her. They needed a distraction. Otherwise, he’d never fucking leave.

  “How come you never told me about Carter?” Kase asked, gliding his hand down her chest and hooking around her hips. He knew her brother was a sensitive subject, which wouldn’t sit well with her.

  She groaned and rolled her eyes. “You are totally ruining the mood with bringing up my brother, you realize that, right?” She snorted.

  When she tried to pull away, he tightened his hold and narrowed his gaze. “Carter.”

  “Why would I tell you, Kase?” She gasped and twisted in his arms, nailing her elbow into his ribs. He sucked in a harsh breath. He had no time to curse. She grabbed his chest and pressed her tits against him. “We should take a selfie and send it to him.” She grinned and lunged across his body. He gripped her waist before she could reach for her phone on the nightstand.

  “Was this a revenge fuck against Carter?”

  “Maybe.” She grazed his lips. “Why? Are you offended I used you, Kase?”

  He snorted while pulling her closer to deepen their kiss. Cuddling and kissing after fucking was an anomaly for him. He rarely shared a bed for the night, with the exception of Nadia. Even when he did, she was gone when he woke, and cuddling next to her was never an option.

  His hand caressed her back, cupping her ass and pulling her over his body. Her leg swung over his thighs, and she straddled him, never breaking away from the kiss.

  She pulled away slightly, her warm sweet breath fanning over his face. “You staying the night, ’cause if you do, I’ll expect you to take me to the diner for breakfast in the morning.”

  He leaned closer, taking her lips again much to her surprise. She gasped and melted her naked body against his.

  “Gotta head out soon.”

  “Okay.” She swept her lips across his. Soft lips. He gripped her hips, dragging her pussy against his cock. The wetness was evident when she swiveled her hips against him. Once was not going to be enough. She turned her head, dragging her lips across his stubbled cheek and over to his neck. He bit back a shiver from her tongue circling his ear.

  “You weren’t a revenge fuck, Kase.” She kissed his neck, skimming her nose against the crook of his shoulder.

  It was a shy admission, setting something off inside him. His heart pounded in his chest. It shouldn’t have mattered to him either way. It did. He didn’t want to be something she’d done out of an obligation as a fuck you to her brother. The thought unnerved him, and he felt a sense of closeness he’d never felt before. The raw honesty was more than he could take or give back. He weaved his hand through her hair, angling her head to take her lips. He needed to kiss her. He may not have been capable of being open, but he could show her. He gripped her tightly and flipped her over. She gasped at his quick move and settled against the mattress. He trailed his lips over her neck, down to her breast. He sucked the sharp point between his lips with a strong pull. She arched and moaned.

  “Kase.” His name on a breathy whisper had him trailing his lips over her stomach, sliding his tongue along her skin.

  He dipped between her lips, tasting her and getting off on her moaning his name again. He hiked her thighs over his shoulder to get the perfect angle for all he wanted t
o do to her. Tasting her had run through his mind since she walked into the town meeting. His first thought might have been getting her naked and splayed out for him, but the close second would be how she felt on his tongue. She arched her back when he swiped his tongue over her clit. He gripped her hips, forcing her to stay in place for him. He’d waited too long for this, and he was having her. She swiveled her hips in motion with his tongue.

  Going down on a woman was nothing new for him, but somehow it felt different with her. He wanted to get her off, wanted to bring her to orgasm. Kase wanted to be the best she’d ever had. He brushed his mouth against her lips, glancing up past her beaded nipples and watching the pure ecstasy on her face. Her lips quirked, and he swiped her clit again. Her hand blindly reached toward his head. He closed his eyes as her hand threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp. Even when she was taking, she was giving.

  It didn’t take long to find her sweet spot. He angled his shoulders, hoisting up her thighs and resting his fingers at her opening. She needed two to get off. He slipped his fingers in her entrance and slid right in. She was so fucking wet.

  “God, Kase,” she breathed, and he maneuvered inside her, fucking her with his fingers and assaulting her clit to the point of her panting breathlessly.

  She moaned, spreading her legs, and he glanced up, loving her body shivering from his touch. Usually, he was concerned about his own pleasure, but seeing Phoebe wither under his touch, he wanted to get her off more than his own pleasure. He slowly fucked her with his fingers and tongued her tight bead until her back arched and her core tightened over his hand. She rocked her hips forward, and he followed her lead until she screamed and her body tremored, shaking uncontrollably until it was fully sated. He licked her clit softly, and her thighs constricted. He smirked, wiping his mouth over her stomach and crawling up her body. He hadn’t even reached her breasts when she grasped his shoulders, pulling her on top of him and rubbing her moist core against his aching cock.

  He could slip inside and be in heaven in less than five seconds. He wouldn’t, though. Going bareback inside her was a hard tease, and one he wouldn’t indulge in. He’d hadn’t been with anyone without wrapping up, but he’d been with too many to risk Phoebe.

  Her lips grazed his neck, and he fell over her body, tightening his grip in her sheets. He was seconds from sliding inside her. He pulled away quickly, wrapping himself up in record time.

  She curled her arms around his waist, pulling, and he dropped his chest against her body. He angled his hips to the right and slid inside her. She was so fucking tight. He drove inside her slowly, feeling the constricted walls tighten around him. He wondered if she was purposely doing it. He didn’t care. He just didn’t want her to stop. He pushed off the mattress and swiveled his hips, opening his eyes and taking in his view. Her tits swayed with every jolt to her body as her hands trailed over his back.

  He’d been with hundreds of women in his lifetime, but never one as sexy and beautiful as Phoebe underneath him. He stroked his cock slowly inside her, feeling every inch close in on him, getting off on her breathy moans. Her nails dug into his back in an erotic pinch. The slow fuck had been overrated, at least for him. He’d always taken pleasure in the hard and fast, but Phoebe had him rethinking it. Or maybe it was her. He melted against her breasts and kissed her neck, thrusting deep inside her. He was so fucking close.

  Her leg hooked over his ass, giving him full access, and he pumped inside her, his body straining to get as deep as he could. Her walls constricted in a tightening grip, and he thrust forward, feeling his body drain and his orgasm at its peak. He hitched forward and grazed his teeth over her throat as he came deep inside her body. His cock pulsated, lasting longer than he could ever remember. Fuck. He gripped her shoulder, thrusting deep inside her. It took a few seconds for his body to settle into her welcoming soft body. His breathing labored as she caressed the pads of her fingers over his back.

  It took all his strength to hold himself up. He was completely shot. She tugged on his back, but he resisted. He outweighed her by about one hundred pounds and didn’t want to crush her. She wasn’t having any resistance. She pulled on his back until he dropped onto her chest. In a swift move, he turned, pulling her alongside his chest. He rested his head back, his eyes lowering, and trailed his hand over her arm, curling her deep into his side.

  Do not fall asleep, asshole.

  Sleeping with a woman, in her bed, was not an option. Especially cuddling up next to her. It went against everything he’d ever done. As he felt himself fade into a deep sleep, her lips pressed against his neck. It was over, he didn’t have it in him to fight it. And he didn’t have the desire to fight it off. Fuck!

  His sleepover was confirmed when the sunlight breeched the curtain. He squinted and turned his head, taking in the sweet cherries and vanilla scent as she circled into his chest. He pried one eye open and saw Phoebe’s blonde hair against his shoulder. He stretched his legs, which were tangled with hers.

  He reached over and grabbed his phone to check the time. Shit! Another first, he’d overslept, and it was past nine. He was scheduled to be in the shop by ten.

  She pulled away, turning in his arms, and he immediately pulled her back against his chest. Where the fuck was she going? She came willingly and flickered her eyes open, brushing her face against his chest.

  “Morning.” It was a groggy greeting, and the corner of his mouth curled.

  “Gotta get to work.”

  He expected her to pull away again. Instead she curled against his chest and circled her fingers over his pec. The small touch was working its way to his lower region. For all their fucking the night before, he was ready to take her again. He sighed, running his hand over his face. No time.

  She crushed her face against his chest. He watched as she pushed up on her elbow and yawned. Fucking beautiful. Too beautiful.

  “You want coffee?”

  He rubbed her back and hitched forward to sit up. “I’ll get it at the house.”

  She nodded, and he turned away. It was his only chance to get away. Seeing her dazed and dreamy was fucking with him. It had him wanting to stay in her bed. He heaved his legs over the side of the bed and stretched his back. He heard the crack. I’m getting too fucking old. Forty was knocking on his door, and he was feeling the effects.

  He forced himself out of her bed and got dressed. He hadn’t looked over at her, assuming she had passed out again. He’d gotten dressed quickly and heard the shuffling behind him, which he assumed was Phoebe settling back into her bed. He walked through the door, heading to the counter to retrieve his phone. Then he heard her giggle and glanced over his shoulder.

  Too fucking sexy.

  “Something’s missing,” she teased.

  She snapped her fingers and leaned against the doorway, dressed only in her tank top and panties, looking sexier than anything he’d ever seen.

  “You need a walk of shame theme song.” She smirked.

  He stalked over to her quickly and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. She perched up on her toes, leaning in for a kiss. Kase wasn’t having any of that. He held her in place when she shifted forward, and he leveled her with his eyes. Her eyes searched his face in confusion, and he waited until those blue eyes met his again. Fantastic fucking clear blue eyes.

  “I spent the night in your bed,” he lowered his voice. “In you.” He paused, watching her cheeks heat, which seemed almost rare for Phoebe. “There ain’t no fucking shame in that.” He pulled her an inch closer, kissing her.

  “Better be careful, Kase. You may not realize it, but you’re being sweet.” She angled her head and crushed her breasts against his chest. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Yes, you do, and I like it,” she whispered. The soft tone had him gripping her tighter. Her voice was proving to be a downfall for him. Her lips grazed his chest, and she glanced up through her lashes. “You should come back.”

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p; His hands cupped her jaw, strumming his thumbs over her cheeks. He’d be back.

  It would take a natural disaster to keep him away. Fuck it. It would take death to keep him away. He gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. His tongue swirled against hers, and her body strained against him. If he didn’t pull back, he’d be inside her again.

  His lips swept against hers, and he gripped her jaw setting her back an inch. “I’ll see you tonight.” He kissed her again and released her from his hold. He purposely didn’t look back. Kase didn’t trust himself not to climb in her bed again.

  Kase walked out her door, squinting from the sun. He needed to shower and get down to the shop. It wasn’t rare for him to oversleep, but it was for him to stay in bed bullshitting. He dredged through the lawn, hopped over the fence, and made his way to the front door. He caught Gage smirking by his bike.

  Kase motored up toward the clubhouse, waiting on his brother’s snide remark. He was surprised when Gage remained quiet, simply eyeing him. Kase turned as he passed, pinning Gage in his stare.

  “Now she’s fucking off limits.”

  Gage burst out laughing as Kase walked up to the door with a small smile playing on his lips. No one would go near Phoebe. He was staking a claim, and it would be followed. He made his way through the bar, which was empty except for Nadia at the bar. He glanced over, and she smiled with a quick wink.

  “Another one goes down.” She giggled, and he ignored the comment.

  His day was busy with time at the shop and reaching out to charters setting up the deliveries. They were making bank, but they needed to continue on with the cash flow. He’d be in her bed tonight, though. He’d make sure of it.