Falling for the Enemy (Falling in Love)

by Sam Crescent

  Leaving Trey’s side, she wrapped her arms around her father. “I love you, Daddy. I always will, and I’m not going anywhere. Trey and I are going to be putting our roots down here, right?”

  She turned to Trey waiting for his answer.

  “I love Winters Fall. I’d never want to leave, Sir.”

  “Then you’ve got my vote. Now all you need to do is allow your mother to organize your wedding.” Elliot kissed her cheek and left quietly. It was a good job he left when he did as otherwise June would have been happy to hold a grudge against him.

  “I like your dad. He’s going to be one hell of a grandfather,” Trey said.

  “I hate him for what he’s just done. He’s a jerk, and I’m going to be a total bitch to him when we’re around him for a couple of months. All of that crap aside, he’s a great dad.”

  “He loves you, and I’m going to do what he asks and reserve my judgment until I have a daughter.”

  Trey pulled her close, kissing her head. “I love you, June Armstrong.”

  She smiled, reaching up to kiss his lips. “I love you, Trey Hunt.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “This is not funny. She must have organized the fastest wedding in history,” June said, complaining.

  Trey listened to her through the bathroom. He was blindfolded at Lexie’s insistence. Seeing the bride before the wedding was against the law.

  “It’s not bad.”

  “We’re getting married on Christmas Eve, Trey. It’s not funny. I asked for a New Year wedding, not a Christmas one.”

  He chuckled as she yelped again. Molly was in there with her trying to arrange her hair.

  “What’s all the fuss about?” he asked. “New Year, Christmas, what does it matter so long as we’re together?”

  “She did it on purpose.”

  “Why?”

  “Mom is making sure we stay for dinner. She has arranged everything even down to our honeymoon.”

  Trey laughed as Molly cursed and ordered her around.

  “Will you sit still? I’m trying to get your hair right.”

  “June, tonight we’re going to be alone. Yes, the wedding is a little fairy tale, but it’s going to be amazing. You’re going to be beautiful, and everything is going to work out.”

  “Do you promise?” June asked.

  “It’s the nerves, baby. I promise you we’ll get through this and have something magical to tell our kids when they’re ready.”

  Lexie knocked on the door and breezed in. “I’m stealing the groom, honey. Hurry up, you’ve got five minutes and we’ll need you downstairs.”

  He was pulled from the bed and herded outside where Lexie removed the blindfold. Blinking from the light, he stayed still as she put his hair back into place.

  His future mother-in-law had him covered from head to toe. The ink around his neck was hidden from the collar of his shirt. Lexie didn’t want ink to get in the way. It had been amusing hearing her screech when she’d caught sight of June’s ink on her back. He had a surprise in store for his wife and begged her parents to let him take her home with him that night.

  Neither of them wanted to agree with his request, but they had after June talked to them.

  “Go on. I’ll bring her down ready for you. I’m so proud of you, Trey. You’re going to make my daughter very happy.”

  She shooed him away. Dale and Max were stood waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Sasha and Luke were sat on Dale’s lap as they waited. A couple of weeks ago Dale had married Molly in a civil ceremony. He, Max, and June had attended the small event. The couple was married, but he didn’t know if things were going well for them.

  “Are you ready to no longer be single? I can make an excuse, and you can cut out the back,” Max said.

  Trey laughed. “Very funny. I’m getting married today, and I’m excited.”

  “No hot sex for you.”

  “You’d be surprised,” Trey said. June was as horny as they came.

  He went through to the main room, where the wedding was taking place at the Armstrong household. Lexie wanted to control every aspect of it, and the only way for her to do that was to do it here.

  He stood where Lexie had marked a cross with his name on waiting for the music to start. The room was packed with family and friends. Trey didn’t care about them. He waited for the music to start, and when it did, he looked in the direction of the door.

  Lexie came through first, walking down the aisle followed by June. Her father held her arm as he escorted her down. Trey only had eyes for his woman, the woman who meant the world to him.

  Taking a deep breath he stared at her, and then he took her from Elliot, shook his hand and together they faced the priest.

  Through the ceremony, he faced his future bride and smiled at her through the veil. Her black hair contrasted with the white. When it was time to say his vows Trey spoke from the heart.

  June pushed the veil up so he could see her face as she spoke her vows to him.

  “You may now kiss the bride.”

  Trey held her tight, pressing his lips to hers. The room went up in applause. For the rest of the night he held her close to his side, refusing to let her go. He had the first dance with her, and only when Elliot demanded a dance with his daughter, did he let her go. It was hard for him to watch her go, but he stayed close to her.

  “The car is ready for you to leave when you want,” Lexie said, cutting into his thoughts.

  “Thank you.”

  “I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but I see the love in your eyes. You’re going to be good to my daughter.”

  She tapped him on the back giving him her blessing. When it was time to leave, he waited for June to throw the bouquet of roses. He didn’t recognize who caught the flowers.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, buckling up.

  “I’ve got one last surprise. We’re going to do it in privacy.”

  He drove to Get Inked and climbed out.

  “Our wedding night and you’re taking me to your ink parlor?” she asked.

  “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

  Taking her hand he led her back to the chair. Grabbing his book, he gave her a piece of paper for her to unfold.

  “What is this? I’m in a white fluffy wedding dress,” she said.

  “Have a look. Tell me what you think.”

  He stood, tapping his fingers together, waiting for her to speak. She opened the piece of paper and stared at his design. He loved drawing, and when he realized how close the wedding was he’d been struck by inspiration.

  The drawing consisted of ink on both their arms. Separated, the ink would look normal, but together it opened up on a design. It was a picture of the fronts of their buildings, Get Inked and Just Another Slice. In the middle were their names, entwined and banded together. It didn’t look tacky at all.

  “This is beautiful,” she said.

  ****

  June watched as Trey removed his jacket and then his shirt. On his arm was one part of the tattoo with his shop. “I got Dale and Max to do it for me. They hated how much I made them practice. Would you like the other one on your arm?”

  “Just when I think you’re not romantic at all you take me by surprise.” Smiling, she settled down, resting her arm on the chair. “I’m ready to have the sweet tattoo. Make it work, stud.”

  Chuckling, he sorted through his equipment and started working on the ink. She winced a couple of times, but he kept going on, which June was thankful for.

  Every now and then she found herself staring at the wedding band on her finger and on his. She was a married woman and was spending her first night getting inked by her husband.

  “I can’t believe we’re married,” June said.

  “I can. It’s going to be amazing between us.”

  “You’re always so optimistic.” She watched him work on her arm in between staring up at him. “You’re not going to cover me head to toe in ink, are you?”

  �
�No, I love your pale flesh. This is important to me. We’re going to make it work, June. I’m optimistic because of how I feel about you. I know in my own mind that I’ll do anything for you.”

  “I love you, Trey.”

  “I love you, too.” He kissed her lips and worked on the tattoo.

  When he finished, she stayed still as he worked on the aftercare of the tattoo. She enjoyed watching him work. It was nice to see his eyes so focused on something, especially when all that focus was directed on her.

  He put a bandage over the wound and stared at her.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I’m going to pick you up in my arms, and I’m taking you upstairs to my bed where I’m going to make love to you, Mrs. Hunt.”

  She gasped and stared at him. “Do you realize what you just called me?”

  “You’re my wife. You may as well get used to being called it.”

  June tried not to squeal as he lifted her in his arms. She held onto his as he made his way out of the shop and walked up the stairs. Several times she offered to walk. He glared at her and kept on going up the stairs.

  It didn’t take him long to get her to his room and naked.

  “I told you I’d get you here,” he said, smiling.

  “If you’ve pulled your back out I’m not going to be happy. It’s not fair putting yourself through so much pain,” she said.

  “I don’t care. Now, shut up while I make love to you.” He nipped her lips, playfully.

  “You’re treating me like a dog.”

  His lips slammed down on hers taking her completely by surprise. “Does that make up for it?” he asked.

  Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. His hands went between her thighs, working her slit apart. She gasped, feeling his fingers sink inside her flesh.

  “You’re so wet.”

  Pulling back, she stared into his eyes. “I want you to have sex with me without the condom,” she said.

  “What about pregnancy?” he asked, stroking her cheek.

  “Tonight is our wedding night. Call me crazy, but it’s what I want.”

  “Then we have no condom.”

  He eased between her thighs, running the tip of his cock through her slit, coating him with her cream.

  She watched him feeling her excitement grow as he worked the thick length into her aching cunt.

  “I love you,” he said.

  June spoke the words, too, as he slammed deep inside her, making her cry out. Grabbing his buttocks in her hands, she rocked against him, relishing the feel of his naked cock inside her.

  “How does it feel?” she asked.

  “You’re warm and wet. I feel like I’ve come home.”

  He claimed her lips stopping all kinds of words from falling.

  All she could think about was the love she felt for this man. Trey had taken her by surprise every step of the way through their relationship. She knew him better than she knew anyone else, yet he always surprised her.

  The ink on her arm was a sure sign of how he could surprise her.

  Trey rolled over, giving her the lead. “Ride me, baby,” he said.

  Lifting up, June rode his cock watching his gaze wander over her body. He got harder as he looked at her.

  Locking their hands together, June stared at the rings on both of their fingers binding them together.

  He took charge, taking her hips in his hands and plunging in deep. Their moans echoed around the room, and June felt herself getting lost. He hit a spot deep inside her, and the orgasm hit her hard.

  She screamed and fucked Trey harder. When he cried out, too, June collapsed on top of him, sated.

  He caressed her back, holding her close.

  “We’re married and consummated, baby. There is no backing down.”

  “All we need to do is get through dinner with my parents, and we’ll be good.” She looked up at him. June lay on top of him, but he didn’t seem concerned by that. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me to move?”

  “No, you’re fine where you are.”

  His cock was still inside her. “Molly, Dale, and the kids will be at dinner tomorrow, and Max. Mom likes cooking for a big crowd.”

  “Max and Dale have a big appetite. I’m sure her cooking won’t go to waste.”

  “I love Christmas,” she said. “Your presents are underneath the tree at Mom and Dad’s house.”

  “I’ve left yours there as well. Our first Christmas together, I wish we were alone, but I think spending it with the others we love will be wonderful.”

  She settled down, stroking his chest. “We could have made a baby,” she said, feeling his cock thicken inside her.

  Trey gripped her hips, plunging inside her. “How about we try again?”

  Sitting up on his cock, June was more than ready for round two.

  Epilogue

  Spring the following year

  Trey rubbed June’s stomach listening to the birds chirping in the lunchtime glow. He’d packed a special picnic for their Sunday out together. Max was sat with one of the many women he dated while Dale was playing Frisbee with his family. Lexie and Elliot had left to take a walk. Leaning against the tree, Trey read a couple of lines in June’s book feeling himself respond to the dirty words.

  He rubbed circles between the headphones she’d placed on her stomach. She was playing some classical music to his son or daughter. Trey didn’t complain about what June did. He loved her for her quirky ways.

  “You’re reading porn,” he said, kissing her neck.

  “I’m not. It’s erotic fiction.” She lay against his chest. His legs were either side of her.

  “It’s porn. Cunt, fuck, cock, pussy, it’s porn.”

  She closed the book and glared up at him. “Do you mind? The baby could hear you.”

  Leaning down, he kissed her neck. “He or she didn’t mind last night when I was talking dirty to you.”

  Her nipples budded against the shirt she was wearing. They’d been married over four months, and each month was always better than the last. When they’d discovered she was pregnant Trey had been over the moon. June was a little nervous carrying a child. She still worked at her bakery, but she’d employed someone to take over the bulk of the work. He knew she didn’t want anything happening to their little blob. It was how he thought of his child, a blob.

  “That’s different. He’s asleep.”

  Chuckling, Trey read over her shoulder and rested his hand where his wedding band lay over hers. Locking their fingers together, Trey felt happiness settle over him. Elliot and Lexie accepted him into their daughter’s life. It hadn’t been easy for all of them, but they’d gotten through the worst of it.

  He knew it helped for Elliot to see his daughter happy. Trey was going to make every day for June a day to remember. She was the love of his life. He’d once been her enemy, but now he was everything to her. He was her lover, her friend, her husband, and the person she could scream at because when it all came down to it, at the end of the night, it was with her he’d sleep.

  The End

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