The Enemy

by Amelia Shea

  Gage marched out the door but turned before reaching the doorway. “Bastard.”

  Kase grinned. Yeah, motherfucker, this one is mine.

  Phoebe cleared her throat and held up the bag. “Hungry?”

  He eyed her stance over the counter, and the corner of his mouth curved.

  “Food, Kase. I mean the food.”

  He jerked his head toward the end of the counter and led her down the small hall to his office. This was a first in his life. Having a woman surprise him with lunch at his job? Never. He settled in his seat and watched as she pulled out the food, handing him the foil-wrapped sandwich. She pulled up the seat across from him and got situated before opening her sandwich and taking a bite. Meanwhile, Kase watched her. She chewed until realizing he was staring.

  “What?” It was mumbled with a mouthful of food.

  He snorted. “Surprise lunch date? It’s a fucking first.”

  She slowly chewed and glanced around his small office before swallowing. “Is it weird?”

  Was it? For him it was. If he wanted lunch delivered, he’d order it. Having Phoebe stop in with lunch seemed unnatural and domesticated. It should bother him, unsettle him. Oddly, it didn’t.

  “No,” he said, and unwrapped his sandwich.

  They spent the next twenty minutes eating their lunch and bullshitting. He was struck by the easiness he had with her. With most women, Kase had an agenda, something he wanted from them, mostly sex. Sitting with Phoebe, listening to her talk about checking out the park and the prints, it all seemed easy. Maybe too easy? Something he could get used to, or even want.

  The soft knock at the door was followed by its opening. Saint walked in and halted when he glanced over at Phoebe.

  She waved and wiped her mouth. “Hey, Saint.”

  He gave her a warm smile and turned to Kase.

  “What do you need?”

  “Set up a meet with Mack. It’s gonna have to be in a few weeks, but I got a date.” It was a meeting Kase wasn’t looking forward to. As much as he wanted Hades to be a part of the club, Mack of Ghosttown East had never been a favorite of his.

  “Our clubhouse?”

  Saint nodded and turned toward the door. “Nice seeing you, Phoebe.” He closed the door, and Kase noticed his smirk.

  Kase reached across the desk, grabbing his cigarettes when Phoebe stood up.

  “Well, I gotta run. As committee chair, I gotta go make little kid dreams happen with this park.” Her face said it all. The last thing she wanted to do was be in charge of the park, but she’d do it.

  Kase stood and rounded the corner, grasping her hips and pulling her against his chest. A word of thanks was on his lips, but he’d always been better at showing his appreciation rather than saying it. He cupped her jaw in his hand, tilting her head for the perfect angle and kissed her.

  “I might have to bring you lunch more often, Kase.”

  He lifted his brow. “Yeah, you better.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Phoebe pulled out the boxes and wrapping paper, setting it all up on her dining room table. She was giddy with excitement for the party. Not necessarily the gathering, but watching Bailey and Cheyenne opening their gifts. She had the gifts personally made, and they had come just in time.

  She had gotten up earlier and finished some work, cleaned the house, and done a load of laundry. With Kase staying over almost nightly, she made a habit of a three-day minimum on sheets.

  She set up the boxes and heard the creak in the porch steps before the door opened with Kase walking through. He didn’t knock anymore. He’d made himself at home, which included a few changes of clothes tucked on the top shelf of her closest, a toothbrush in her bathroom, and his favorite beer stocked in her fridge.

  Some days it seemed odd how they’d taken a very domestic turn in their casual sex relationship. Most people would want to define what they were doing. A part of her wondered how the two most anti-relationship people in existence were virtually having a relationship.

  If she dwelled too much on what was happening, she might freak out. After all, she vowed never to commit again.

  “Hurry up, I gotta get over there before this fucking party.” He grunted, making a beeline for her fridge with a quick detour around the table to take her in for a quick kiss. She savored his tobacco taste and shook her head.

  “Don’t be so grumpy. Baby parties are adorable.”

  It had been dubbed a baby party because the idea of having a baby shower at the clubhouse was absurd. The irony wasn’t lost on her, but she kept her mouth shut and went along with it.

  Kase knocked the door closed, flicking off the bottle cap and taking a swig of beer. The ball of his throat bobbed, and she tightened her thighs. How could this man turn her on by just drinking beer? He dropped the bottle to his side, pinning her with his heated stare.

  “We got time.” His implication was all in his tone. As much as she would have loved rolling in bed with this man, there wasn’t time.

  She grinned and held up her hand. “No, we don’t, and stop giving me those come-fuck-me eyes, Kase.” She scowled and turned back to her wrapping project. She unraveled the paper taking up half her table.

  “What did you get them as a gift?”

  “I’m letting this shit happen at my clubhouse, that’s gift enough,” he snapped, and wandered closer to the table.

  She peeked up and smirked. “Wanna see my gift?”

  He didn’t respond except to lift a disgusted lip at all the glittered paper lining her table.

  She dug in her bag and pulled out Bailey’s gift. She had found a personalized company in Lawry and special ordered the tiny little jackets. A while back she had snapped a picture of Kase’s cut and forwarded it to the company with her order.

  She pulled out the tiny leather jacket. On the back was an exact replica of the Ghosttown Rider patch, and on the front over the right chest she’d had it embroidered “Property of Bailey and Saint” in pink lettering. And “Property of Trax and Chey” in blue lettering on the other.

  She held up the jackets, beaming with excitement. His eyes travelled over both jackets, and for a brief second, she caught the hitch of his mouth. He wasn’t committing to saying they were adorable, but there was no doubt the president of the Ghosttown Riders approved.

  “You love it, don’t ya?” she teased.

  He steeled his features. It was too late, she’d seen it. The small softening in his expression. On a man like Kase, it was rare, which made it all the more noticeable when it happened.

  “How much that set ya back?”

  She shrugged. “Not too bad.” It was a lie. The custom jackets had been more than she anticipated, but they were worth it. Kase snorted, and she glanced up. He pulled out his wallet and tossed two hundred dollar bills down on the table.

  “Kase, you don’t have to.”

  He glared. “Put my name on the fucking card.” He walked into her bedroom without another word.

  It took her the next half hour to wrap the presents and get ready. It was more time than Kase would allow, but she won. She’d suggested he head over earlier, but he hung around waiting on her.

  Once they made it over to the club, most people had arrived. She noticed the curious stare in their direction. It also wasn’t lost on her how some of the women and men treated her. They were accommodating, and particularly interested. She was her usual friendly and cordial self, dodging intrusive questions about her and Kase. What did she expect? This was their first outing as a couple.

  She was seated at the bar with Kase when Trax, Rourke, and Saint walked over.

  Trax hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Chey said to send ya back, they’re opening presents.”

  Phoebe knitted her brows. “You don’t want to see what ya got?”

  Trax sighed and rolled his eyes. “I know Chey. We get home, she’s gonna wanna look at everything she got again.” He arched his brow. “And she’s gonna make me watch her. Trust me, I’m gonna see that l
ive happening in my living room in a few hours.”

  Phoebe laughed along with the men. She slid off her stool and rounded Kase’s back. His next move was unexpected. He grasped her wrist, pulling her against his chest and kissing her as though no one was watching. She gripped his shoulders and angled her head to deepen the kiss. If Kase didn’t mind an audience, then why should she? He had the decency to do what she couldn’t. He stopped the kiss.

  She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “Tease.” Her teeth grazed his ear, and she pulled away. She rounded his back and glanced over the bar top.

  “Nadia, come on, they’re opening presents.”

  Nadia jerked her head up and blinked. “Oh, ummm...” She glanced around the bar.

  “Nad.” Kase jerked his chin toward Phoebe, and then Nadia’s face lit up with a gleaming smile. She tossed the rag on the bar and made her way around to Phoebe. They started down the hall toward the back where the women had set up.

  She didn’t look back, but she had the distinct feeling soft brown eyes watched her as she disappeared around the corner.

  ****

  The party was winding down, and most of the women and a few brothers had started cleaning up. While the theme wasn’t his choice, it had been a good party. He glanced over his shoulder, looking for Phoebe. She’d gone to help Meg put away the food. When he turned back, he caught a familiar smile. Kase snorted and rolled his eyes. Go the fuck away. She didn’t.

  Val sauntered up. He’d had her a few times, but she hadn’t been one of his favorites. She hopped on the stool in front of him and smiled. He knew her angle, all the brothers did. However, she never pushed with Kase. She wanted old lady status, and as of now, none of the brothers were willing to give it to her.

  “Is your friend gone?”

  It had become known through the club Kase wasn’t partaking in club pussy. Though a few women still tried their hand at flirting, they’d been shut down every time. Val was especially persistent. Young and fucking stupid. Her bullshit sweet routine might work on a prospect, but no other brother would fall for it. Especially not him.

  He sharpened his scowl. “You mean my old lady?”

  Val flinched and sat back. He knew why. It was an admission he’d never made before. He surprised himself with how easily it had flowed through his lips. It was as accurate as the definition. He wasn’t with anyone else and hadn’t planned on it. There was only one woman he wanted.

  He pinned her in his stare and took a long sip of his beer before slamming it down on the counter. “Go.”

  Her reaction was exactly what he’d expected. She scurried away. He glanced around the room and noticed Nadia staring back at him with an amused grin.

  Rourke sidled up to the bar with Macy under his arm. She was obviously feeling no pain and blustering a laugh. Kase eyed her and then glanced up at Rourke.

  “Might wanna check on Phoebe.”

  Macy heaved forward and grasped his thigh. “I friggin’ love her.” Rourke shook his head and grabbed his old lady. He jutted his chin toward the back room.

  “Comparing tits back there with Kelsey.” Rourke raised his brows. “Thinking your woman is seconds away from showing hers.”

  Kase shot up from his stool and moved swiftly down the hall. The back room was packed with most members off on their own except a select few. He noticed Gage and Dobbs chatting with Phoebe in the corner. Kelsey was laughing and stood topless next to Phoebe. Oh fuck. While he had no problem with her hanging with his brothers, Phoebe’s body was for his viewing pleasure only. He stalked forward, glaring at Gage, who seemed too entertained.

  “Hey.” It was the only word Phoebe got out before Kase bent down, slipping her body over his shoulder and storming out the door. He heard the faint groans of displeasure, and as expected, Gage’s howling laugh. Motherfucker.

  “Wait, Kase, the party’s not over.”

  Kase rolled his eyes, making his way down the hall with Phoebe hanging over his shoulder. He pushed open his door, slamming it shut once they were inside. He bent down, placing her feet on the ground and leveling her shaky feet.

  Her eyes were glazed over, and he wondered how much she’d had to drink. He’d seen Phoebe drunk, but this was a new level. She stumbled forward.

  “I’m not ready for bed yet.”

  “Then get naked,” he commanded.

  “Wait.” Her hand pressed against his chest. “Sixty-nine.” The corner of her mouth curled, and she backed up into his bed, climbing on top. “The first time I saw you in the town meeting, I thought, ‘this man sixty-nines’.”

  She lifted her dress off and tossed it on the floor. Her striptease wasn’t very graceful as she fought against her bra snap, but he didn’t need seduction.

  When she slipped her panties down her legs, Kase licked his lips. There wasn’t anything he wanted more than to be face first in her pussy while she sucked him off. The mere mention had him ripping off his shirt and tossing it on the floor next to him. He worked his zipper as he made his way to her at the edge of the bed. His bed. Finally, he was going to have her in his bed. All fucking night.

  He’d had other women, but none of them had stayed the night. Overnight sleepovers were not welcome. Except Phoebe. He’d grown addicted to her warm sweet body pressed up against him as he slept. He shucked his jeans, taking in every sliver of her naked skin as she sprawled out in his bed. She leaned back, lying down and spreading her legs, giving him a teasing glimpse of her pussy.

  Kase crossed the room, taking a spot next to her and angling her body up. Too much tequila had her wobbling over his mattress.

  “You gonna pass out before I get my mouth on you?”

  She twisted her lips. “I’ve had drunk sex before, Kase. I know what I’m doing. It’s not like this is my first time. I had this one guy…”

  He clasped her wrist and tugged her chest against his body. “Phoebe.” His tone was menacing with a strong warning. He knew there were others before him, but there was no fucking way he wanted to hear about them. Phoebe smirked and pressed her lips against his mouth. He wasn’t accustomed to women teasing him. Not many dared to try, and none pulled it off. Until her.

  Her fucking kiss was intoxicating. It took everything he had to rip his mouth away. He gripped her waist and turned her body, guiding her legs to straddle his head. The second her pussy came into view, he locked his mouth over her pussy, teasing her clit and making her squirm.

  “Kase.” She moaned, her hot heavy breath over his cock. She hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was on the verge of coming. She had that effect on him.

  Kase grasped her ass cheeks, pressing her pussy against his lips and licking her until her body shivered against his. He was lost in her body, so it came as a shock when her lips wrapped around his cock. He pulsed in her mouth, shifting his hips and forcing her to take more of him. He was being greedy. Her tongue circled over the crown of his cock, and he tightened his grip on her ass.

  He couldn’t count how many blowjobs he’d gotten in his lifetime. He did know that none had ever felt as good. He flickered his tongue over her clit and dipped two fingers between her folds. It had gotten her attention, and she groaned against his cock. The vibration sent his hips jutting forward to take him deeper down her throat. Neither one of them would last much longer.

  She suctioned over his cock, taking him completely down her throat, and moaned, sending him shooting into her mouth. Usually he had a build up to an orgasm, but he’d been too far gone to feel it. His length slipped from her lips, and her hands pressed against his hips. She swiveled her hips and screamed his name in a breathy groan as she came apart.

  Fuck!

  Chapter Seventeen

  She stretched her arms over her head, blinking her eyes open and tightening her brows. The ache was in the center of her forehead and crept over the top of her head in a slow throb.

  Last night’s festivities had been a blur. She remembered the party and hanging out at the bar with Kase, Gage, Dobbs, and a few
others, but the details were foggy at best.

  Tequila, I remember tequila.

  She drew in a deep breath and curled to her side. She recalled doing plenty of shots, a round of darts where most of hers ended up in the wall. There were so many boobs she couldn’t remember if any of them were hers. Ugh….

  She slowly dragged herself up into a seated position, and the sheet dropped to her lap. A quick scan had her clothes scattered throughout the room. It definitely ended with a bang. She cracked her neck and sighed, glancing over to the naked figure next to her. Bits and pieces stared to emerge. Sixty-nine was only the beginning. He’d taken her twice, once bent over the bed on all fours and once with her on top. She curved her thighs and felt the glorious ache between her legs.

  She pulled her shoulders down in hopes of relieving some pressure in her head. It didn’t. She needed water, aspirin, and coffee. She shifted forward but didn’t get very far. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against the bed and pinning her down against his soft mattress. His eyes weren’t fully open, and he dropped his head, grazing his lips against her neck.

  “Go back to sleep.” His gruff tone resonated through the room.

  “I need aspirin, babe.” Her quick retort caught her off guard. Babe? She’d never referred to any man with that endearment.

  His groggy moan didn’t surprise her but his next move did. He released her body and ambled up from the bed. Her eyes followed him around the room and through the small doorway off to the left. She assumed it was his bathroom. She waited, keeping her stare glued to the open door. A minute later he emerged, gloriously naked and sporting morning wood. She bit back her smile and sat up as he approached the bed. When he extended his hand, she reached out her palm, and he placed two small white pills in the center. He jerked his chin to his side of the bed.

  “Get some water,” he said.

  Phoebe watched as he skirted around the bed and walked toward the small chair in the corner. It took her a second to glance over and see the water bottle. She reached across the tangled sheets and grabbed the bottle. It was a simple task, yet the mere mention she needed aspirin and him getting it for her struck a chord in her heart. She took the pills followed by a large mouthful of water. She licked her lips, capped the bottle, and glanced up at Kase, who was zipping his jeans.