The Enemy Series

by M. E. Clayton

  When I turned my head left to look at Liam, the regret in his sweet blue eyes nearly did me in. He couldn’t look me in the eye and every time our eyes caught, he looked like he wanted to throw up. If I didn’t know better, I would think that he felt more upset about what went down than I did.

  My eyes moved from Liam back to Ramsey. On the outside I was donning my best poker face, but on the inside, I couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was stupid to ever think that Ramsey Reed would bend for anyone.

  All these people will never know what it was costing me to be standing here in front of the only person who has ever broken me down. Hell, my father beat me and my mother for years and he never reduced me to the helpless mess I was on Friday night with Ramsey.

  Maybe it’s because I never believed that my father ever loved us, but I believed it when Ramsey told me that he loved me. I bought into whatever Ramsey was selling hook, line, and sinker. I felt like it was okay to be myself around him. And the sex…Jesus Christ…I ate up everything he introduced me to. Even Friday night, when I let him do the unthinkable, I felt like I was where I was supposed to be.

  But I wasn’t going to let all my confusion stop me from doing what I came here to do. I stopped directly in front of him, and in a strong voice, loud enough for everyone to hear, I said, “Prove it.”

  Chapter 37

  Ramsey~

  When Deke nudged me, I thought he was just trying to snap me out of my funk. As soon as the sun came up on Saturday, Deke and Liam had come over and I gave them a G-rated version of what went down. They knew we had sex, but they didn’t know how hard I went at her.

  So, when he nudged me, and I turned around to ask him what the fuck, to say I was stunned to see Emerson walking towards me would be a big fucking understatement. I had no idea why she was here, but then she threw those two words at me and I knew this was it.

  Whatever I did next would either cement her to me for life or push her back down the hallway out of my life for good.

  Talk about pressure.

  I turned back around to put my books back in my locker and I heard a small gasp escape from her perfect lips.

  She thought I was rejecting her.

  Christ, was she ever wrong.

  I turned back around and, in front of everyone watching-and believe me, everyone was watching-I dropped to my knees in front of her.

  I didn’t even have to think about it. I wasn’t worried about what it meant, and I didn’t care what everyone was thinking.

  All that mattered was Emerson.

  Her eyes rounded, and her hands flew up to cover her mouth in shock. She started frantically shaking her head like she couldn’t stand to see me on my knees. Huge, heartbreaking tears started streaming down her face as she whispered, “Ramsey, no…”

  I ignored her and remained knelt at her feet. I looked up at her and prayed the next words out of my mouth would make her stay. “I love you, Emerson. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of loving someone. You’ll never know how much I regret listening to Bailey’s lies and you’ll never know how gutted I am at how I treated you. At how I let other people treat you.” She was crying full blown sobs by this time. “I will spend every day of the rest of my life and the next making it up to you, even if that means crawling after you on my hands and knees every fucking day from here on out.”

  “Ramsey, stop,” she pleaded. “Please, stop. Please, get up…” My soul screamed with how, after everything I’d done to this girl, she was broken up over seeing me on my knees. She deserved to have me on my knees, but she didn’t want anyone witnessing my weakness.

  Emerson’s love was too good for me. For anyone.

  The corner of my lip lifted, and it was the first sign of a smile in over a week. “Not until you say you forgive me, Emerson. Not until you tell me you still love me and want to be with me. After that, I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll give you everything I have and everything I will ever have.”

  Some of the kids in the hallway gasped knowing exactly what I was offering her. I was offering her everything in my arsenal. I was willing to hand over every cent I had, every secret I knew, and every bit of the power I had.

  “Ramsey, please,” Emerson tried again. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want your secrets. I don’t want any of it.”

  “Baby, then tell me what you want and it’s fucking yours,” I growled.

  She raised her head and started looking around at everyone. I followed her gaze and I could see a million different expressions on everyone’s face. Some people where slack-jawed, some were bug-eyed, some were crying, and some were even smiling. I even spotted a couple of teachers lingering farther down the hall. But then I suppose it wasn’t every day that Ramsey Reed was on his knees.

  I waited patiently for Emerson to answer me, but when she finally turned her gaze back towards me, instead of answering, she sank to her knees. Even in this position, I was still taller than her, so she had to look up at me when she spoke. “I…I just want…”

  “What, baby? What do you want?”

  “I just want you to love me as much as I love you,” she whispered brokenly.

  “Emerson, the measure of love I have for you doesn’t exist on this plane of existence,” I said loud enough for even the teachers down the hall to hear me. “I will regret the way I treated you until my dying day. And I should. You are better than any person standing in this school. Hell, without money or status, you’re still better than anyone in this goddamn town, including me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to erase all your bad memories and replace them with nothing by happy ones.”

  “Ramsey…” she sobbed.

  “My world, and everything in it, is yours to do whatever you want with it, Emerson,” I promised. “Now stand up because I’ve already told you never to get on your knees for anyone ever again.”

  She blinked away her remaining tears, smile and said, “I need you to stand up first.”

  I cocked my head to the side, “Why?”

  “How else are you going to catch me?”

  I was my feet in less than a second and, almost immediately, Emerson threw herself in my arms. My arms wrapped around her and I had to be crushing her, but I couldn’t force myself to loosen my hold.

  Emerson was here.

  With me.

  The hallway erupted in laughter and applause, but it felt as if Emerson and I were the only two people in the school.

  I leaned into her ear. “I fucking love you, Emerson. I love you so fucking much and, I swear to God, I’ll never hurt you again, baby.”

  “I know, Ramsey,” she whispered into my chest. “I know.”

  I grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her so that her arms and legs were wrapped around me and I walked us out of the building. I placed her in the front seat of my car, and I drove us to my house. The drive was quiet and perfect. Emerson stared out the window the entire time, but she was smiling.

  When we got to my house, we didn’t even make it ten steps into the house before I had her pinned up against the wall, my lips on hers. When her hands started pulling at my shirt, I broke off the kiss and we went to work undressing each other.

  The second we were free of our restrictions, I picked Emerson up and slammed her back against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around my waist ready for me. I didn’t hesitate and drove home in one powerful, painful thrust. “You’re mine, Emerson,” I growled. “You’re fucking mine and you will always be mine. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, baby.”

  “I love you, too,” she panted. “Ramsey, please…”

  I started moving inside her and nothing had ever felt so perfect. She was quivering and shaking with a need that only I could satisfy. I gave and gave until she was a shattered mess, cumming all over my cock over, and over again. I fucked Emerson until my knees, back, arms, and dick almost gave out on me.

  “Ramsey, I can’t…”

  “Give me one more, baby,” I demanded.
“Give me one more so I can finally cum inside your hot, tight pussy.” Her body started contracting, and I loved that she liked being talked to like a slut in bed. “I’m going to cum so deep in your delicious cunt you’ll never be able to get me out.”

  “Ramsey!”

  She was on the edge. She just needed a little push. “Take it, baby. Take this hard cock,” I groaned in her ear. “Because once we get upstairs, I’m going to take that ass again, Emerson. I’m going to fuck your tight ass again after I’m done forcing my cock down your throa-”

  “Ramsey!” she screamed as she convulsed all over me. Her body shook with so much force the back of her head hit the wall and her nails were breaking the skin all over my shoulders.

  I slammed into her as hard and as deep as I could go, and a few thrusts later, I was unloading everything I had inside her precious body.

  My orgasm rocked me so hard, I collapsed onto the floor and took Emerson with me. We laid on the floor in front of the door, our heaving breathing the only sound in the room. I was flat on my back and Emerson was spread out on top of me.

  We laid like that for a few minutes before Emerson finally said, “I think you’re going to have to carry me upstairs.”

  I chuckled and gathered her up in my arms while I tried to stand up. It was tricky, but I managed it and then carried her upstairs to my room.

  I placed her on my bed and crawled in behind her, spooning her from behind. Emerson sighed and snuggled backwards so her back was flushed with my front. “Tell me you love me, Ramsey,” she whispered. “Tell me I’m not a fool.”

  I closed my eyes and regret and shame swam through my entire body. “I love you, Emerson. I love you so much and I know it’s just words right now, but I swear, baby, I am going to dedicate the rest of my days to making you happy,” I answered. “I will forever regret what I did. I will take that shame to my deathbed, Emerson. But I will never let you down ever again. If anyone’s a fool, it’s me, baby.”

  She layered her arm over the one I had wrapped around her waist and she squeezed but didn’t comment on what I said. I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not. And even though she was curled up in my arms right now, I couldn’t even say for sure that she’ll still be wrapped up in my arms come morning. I won’t ever blame her for any doubts she might have or any tears she may shed due to the unforgiveable memories, though. And I’ll never give her a new reason to walk away.

  Ever.

  Epilogue

  Ramsey – Ten Years Later~

  I was instantly irritated when the sound of my office door opened. I had told my secretary I wasn’t to be interrupted, no matter what.

  After college I had told my father to go fuck himself and Deke, Liam, and I started up our own financial consulting firm and we’ve been kicking ass for the past few years. Most days I got home at a decent hour, some days I didn’t. And today was looking like it might be one of the days I wouldn’t if I kept getting interrupted throughout the day.

  When I looked up to see who would dare just walk in, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t Liam or Deke.

  This visitor was better than either of those two.

  The corner of my lip lifted in a smirk and I leaned back in my chair, resting my hands across my stomach. My eyes greedily took her in as she stepped further into my office. “One of these days we’re going to get caught and then what are we going to do?”

  She shrugged a shoulder. “I thought you said I was worth the risk,” she reminded me.

  “You are,” I conceded, because she was. “But how would we ever live this down if we got caught?”

  She kept walking until she rounded my desk. She pushed the papers I was working on aside and took a seat on my desk. She kicked off her heels and, placing a perfectly pedicured foot on my chair between my spread legs, she pulled my chair closer.

  She leaned forward, and her cleavage was front and center. “But sometimes this is the only way I can see you. Do you want me to leave?”

  Before I could answer, she was spreading her legs for me and showing me that perfectly trimmed triangle. Fuck me, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  My dick was a full mast and ready to fuck. “Did you lock the door?”

  Her delicate fingers were already unbuttoning her blouse. “Yes, I did, sir.”

  “Did Mariah see you?”

  She shook her head. “No. I made sure to sneak by her. No one knows I’m in here, Ramsey.”

  I stood up and huffed. “They will once they hear you screaming the walls down.”

  Her blouse slid off her shoulders and I was treated to the magnificent sight of her big tits encased in white lace. “God, I love your tits, baby.”

  My hands were at the zipper of my slacks when she spread her legs wide enough to move her skirt up her thighs and she was open and bare to me. “What about that? How do you feel about that?”

  I could see her juices glistening all over her pussy lips. I had my dick in my hand and, scooting her to the edge, I slammed my cock deep in one thrust. She screamed as I said, “That’s how I feel about your pussy.”

  I placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back until she was sprawled across my desk and proceeded to fuck her like privacy wasn’t an issue.

  “Oh, God! Ramsey!”

  “You wanted to play the slut and come here without any panties on,” I reminded her. “Well, now you’re going to be fucked like one.” And I did. I fucked her until she was biting down on her arm to keep from screaming the building down. I didn’t relent until she came on my cock twice.

  When we could finally catch our breaths, I shoved my dick back in my pants and pulled her up by her arms, so she was sitting up. “Feel free to drop by anytime, baby.”

  She laughed then leaned forward to place a soft kiss on my chest. “I never get tired of that.”

  “Where are the kids?”

  Emerson smiled at me sheepishly. “They’re at home with Roselyn.”

  I lifted her left hand and placed a kiss on the back. I put my ring on her finger as soon as we graduated high school, but it still warmed my heart to see it on her. And ten years and two kids later, I still want her like I did when I first saw her.

  I stayed true to my word and spent every day making sure she knew she was the most important thing in my life. Years ago, Emerson tried to assure me that she’d forgiven me completely and didn’t carry the memory of that horrible day with her anymore. But I still did. I always will. And that’s why I’ll never stop loving her with everything I have and finding ways to prove it. “I love you, Emerson.”

  “I know you do, Ramsey,” she smiled back.

  The End.

  Engaging the Enemy

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  Copyright 2019 Monica Clayton

  Published by M.E. Clayton

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  Table of Contents

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  Auth
or's Note

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Prologue

  1. Roselyn

  2. Liam

  3. Roselyn

  4. Liam

  5. Roselyn

  6. Liam

  7. Roselyn

  8. Liam

  9. Roselyn

  10. Liam

  11. Roselyn

  12. Liam

  13. Roselyn

  14. Liam

  15. Roselyn

  16. Liam

  17. Roselyn

  18. Liam

  19. Roselyn

  20. Liam

  21. Roselyn

  22. Liam

  23. Roselyn

  24. Liam

  25. Roselyn

  26. Liam

  27. Roselyn

  28. Liam

  29. Roselyn

  30. Liam

  31. Roselyn

  32. Liam

  33. Roselyn

  34. Liam

  35. Roselyn

  36. Liam

  37. Roselyn

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Contact Me

  Newsletter Sign-up!

  Author’s Note

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  Facing the Enemy had originally been a standalone work, but due to so many requests, I decided to write Roselyn’s, Liam’s & Deke’s stories, and so, the Enemy Series was born. So, while I did my best to write this book in a style that can be enjoyed as a standalone, I suggest reading Facing the Enemy first, so that the supporting storyline might flow better.

  Also, as much as I tried (because I know how much everyone loved Ramsey’s and Emerson’s intensity), I couldn’t quite match the madness because…well, Ramsey’s a psychopath, whereas Liam’s just a madman. I hope you still enjoy the book, nonetheless. Now, because Facing the Enemy was supposed to be a solo work, it was a challenge to match its intensity for the other three books, but I did my best, folks. I so promise I did my best.