The Enemy Series

by M. E. Clayton

  I could feel my face flush with embarrassment at my presumptions about what went on in his house. I reached out and took the scrunchie. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

  He crossed his arms over his chest before saying, “I’ve never had a girl over here, Delaney. Except for Em and Linnie, you’re the only girl who’s ever been to my house.”

  Em and Linnie?

  The personalization caused butterflies to take up residence in my stomach. Saying his nicknames for Emerson and Roselyn was taking this to a seriously personal level. Deke’s reputation preceded him, so I didn’t consider anything we’ve done sexually as personal. He hadn’t done to me anything he hadn’t done with a dozen other girls. But using Emerson’s and Roselyn’s nicknames with me was super personal.

  After throwing my hair up in a wet bun, I shrugged a shoulder and said, “It’s none of my business who’s been here and who hasn’t.”

  Deke stepped to me and he made sure to scan the length of my body before his eyes settled on mine. “Everything that has to do with me is now your business, Lamb,” he replied.

  I decided to test him.

  “Okay,” I challenged. “So, then, are the rumors about you, Liam, and Roselyn true?” His face became an instant mask. “So, then, I guess everything that has to do with you isn’t my business.”

  He looked down at me and I knew immediately where I stood with him, and it was behind Ramsey, Liam, Emerson, and Roselyn. Deke might want to sleep with me, but I was beginning to realize that my assumption about being a challenge was spot on.

  “Don’t ever ask me about Roselyn again,” he said impassively-emotionlessly.

  I was such a goddam fool.

  Chapter 19

  Deke~

  I never imagined I could feel so many different emotions all in one night.

  I had gone from cool, and chillin’ at Ramsey’s, to frantic and worried when Ava called, to surprised at seeing Delaney drunk and dancing, to pissed off and wanting to kill Reynolds again, to sympathy when Delaney had thrown up everywhere, to anxiousness when I finally got her back to my place, to irritated when she tried to explain herself, to horny when I thought about her naked in my shower, to consumed when she had walked out of the bathroom in only my shirt, to tired when she quietly mumbled that she didn’t have a hair tie, to cocky at her jealousy when she thought the hair tie belonged to another girl, to raging mad when she had asked about Roselyn.

  A couple of months ago, a video of Roselyn and Liam having sex surfaced where Liam explained, quite clearly in the recording, how I had been an extra in the bedroom. That video and the person who took it had been taken care of, but while no one outside our group had seen the video, rumors of its existence had still started. We all had done our best to shut the rumors down, but there were still mumbles here and there.

  Last year, Liam, Roselyn, and I had entered into a ménage relationship that lasted about a year. It had been born out of the need to protect Roselyn from her fuck of a stepbrother, but it had grown into love for Liam and Roselyn. And for me, Linnie had become one of my closest friends. And as much as I cared about Delaney, I would not be telling that story. It was Roselyn’s story to tell, and if she never felt comfortable with Delaney enough to tell her, well, then, so be it.

  There was also the issue of Delaney’s take on the truth. Would she be jealous of Roselyn? Would she insist I could no longer be friends with her? And, if she did, how big of a hypocrite would I be when I wanted Delaney nowhere near Winston and she hadn’t even slept with him?

  I could admit I was at a loss on how to handle this, but I knew I’d never betray Roselyn and Liam by sharing a secret that wasn’t mine alone to share. So, I switched gears. “What were you doing at Trent’s party tonight, Delaney?”

  She sat back on my bed, and no lie, seeing her on my bed was fucking with me. I hadn’t lied when I told her I’d never brought a girl here. Even when I was sleeping with Roselyn, we hooked up at her house or Liam’s, but mostly at her house. It was easier to pass our cars off in her driveway as that we were there to see her stepbrother, Brandon. Roselyn didn’t have a reason to be at mine or Liam’s house.

  Delaney looked up at me from the bed and hit me with the truth. “I was trying to forget the clusterfuck you’ve turned my life into,” she replied. “I was also hoping to hide from you a little longer.” So, I was right. She had been avoiding tonight.

  I stepped towards her until I was standing right in front of her and she was forced to open her legs so I could fit in between them. I stared down at her and it wasn’t lost on me that she was in the perfect position to suck my dick. Suddenly, the night of the beach party came back and the look on Delaney’s face as Melissa sucked me dry.

  I had never wanted a blowjob from a girl so badly in all my life.

  It was all I could do to focus on our conversation, but I did my best. “Why?” I asked. “You already know how this is going to pan out.”

  She shook her head. “It’s so easy for you, because you’re used to taking whatever it is you want,” she said. “My…decision to be with you affects more than just if I orgasm.” I didn’t like how she was reducing what we had to the basics of sex, but I let her continue. “I have to deal with Winston and the fallout from our parents now that…now that I’ve changed my mind about marrying him.”

  Delaney will never know what her words have affected. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she deadpanned. “Maybe not pay for my college? Maybe disown me? Kick me out of my home?”

  I reared back. “All that just because you don’t want to marry Reynolds anymore?”

  “That arrangement wasn’t made out of some deep-seated need to see Winston and me happy in life, Deke,” she sneered. “That arrangement was made so our parents’ businesses could combine and become a medical powerhouse. Do you honestly think they’re going to take kindly to me messing that up for them? Especially, since I’ve gone along with their plans all these years?”

  She had a point.

  She had a point, and if her parents were like the rest of the parents of Sands Cove, her happiness wasn’t paramount to what they wanted from her.

  I reached down, cupped her face in my left hand, and all thoughts of her parents and Reynolds vanished. Besides, her parents’ retaliation wouldn’t matter in the scheme of things because it was now my job to take care of Delaney. And that included paying for college or moving her in if she did get kicked out of her house. Hell, I’ll probably move her in with me any damn way. Roselyn lived with Liam, and Emerson lived with Ramsey, so why wouldn’t Delaney live with me? We were all legal adults, after all. And all those thoughts made me realize I was tired of waiting.

  “Are you still scared?” I asked even though it wouldn’t matter. I was taking Delaney tonight, and I didn’t care if she was an emotional wreck. I probably should, but Delaney showing up at Trent’s party showed me just how much I needed to lock her down and put an end to her…indecisiveness.

  She didn’t avert her eyes. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I think…my problem is with what comes afterwards.”

  I ran my thumb across her lower lip, and I could feel my dick rising. I wanted inside her pussy like I wanted to take my next breath, but I wanted her lips wrapped around my cock more. I wanted her to fulfill her fantasy from that night in the trees. And it didn’t matter that she’s never given head before. I knew-I absolutely knew her lips wrapped around me was going to be the best thing to ever happen to me.

  Motherfucker.

  I was in love with fucking Delaney Martin.

  I knew I wanted her. I knew I was going to have her. I knew I craved her and wouldn’t be without her as long as she called to me. But I knew it was love because I knew she could give me the worst blowjob in history right now, but because it was her…because it was her, it’d be the best I ever had.

  Delaney would be the best everything I would ever have.

  “Do you want to know what comes afterwards?”
I asked. “Because I’ll be happy to tell you, Lamb.”

  Then she did something I hadn’t anticipated.

  Delaney opened her lips and took my thumb into her mouth. Her gaze never wavered as she flicked her tongue around the tip of my digit. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I need you to be sure, and I need you to say the words, Delaney. I need the words because I won’t stop once I get started, and you won’t be able to stop me or change your mind.”

  She pushed my thumb out of her mouth with her tongue. I watched as she took a deep breath before saying the words that would change both our lives forever. “I’m yours,” she whispered. “I’m yours until you’re done with me, Deke.”

  The relief that left my lungs was palpable. “I’ll never be done with you, baby,” I told her honestly. I should have told her I loved her, but I knew she wasn’t ready to hear that. I knew she was already feeling overwhelmed, if I told her I loved her now, she’d freak the fuck out.

  She gave me a small nod, but it wasn’t enough. “I need the words, Delaney,” I repeated.

  I watched her take a deep breath and then she said, “I want this, Deke. I want you.”

  “Tell me,” I ordered. “Tell me what you want, Lamb.”

  Her chocolate orbs shot towards my groin and then back up again. “You were right that night, you know,” she whispered. “I was watching Melissa, and I had wished it was me on my knees.” My heart felt like it was going to beat clean out of my chest at her confession. “She looked…she looked powerful down on her knees like that. I saw your hands tighten in her hair and I thought it was…thrilling to be able to control a guy from that submissive position.” I wanted to yank her up and kiss the fuck out of her, but I didn’t want to interrupt her struggling confession. “And then…when I looked up and saw you looking at me…” Delaney took another deep breath. “…I wanted to be the one who put that look on your face.”

  I huffed and told her a confession of my own. “You are the one who put that look on my face,” I admitted. “My hands tightened in her hair because I had been looking at you, Delaney. Watching you is what made me cum, not her.”

  Her face looked…eager. She looked like she wished for those words to be the absolute truth; and they were. She’d never know how true every word I’ve spoken to her was. “I…I want to…” Her face turned bright red, and I loved how her party-girl experiment went south.

  I decided to help her out a bit. “You wanna suck my dick, baby?”

  Delaney’s eyes dilated and her eyes looked like melted chocolate, dreamy and soft. “I…won’t know what I’m doing though.”

  I cradled her face again. “Don’t worry about that,” I replied. “I’ll tell you what do you, Lamb.”

  “I want you, Deke,” she repeated.

  “You have me, Delaney,” I promised.

  Chapter 20

  Delaney~

  I’ve never been so scared in my life.

  Even when my parents held me down and sliced my face open, I hadn’t been this scared. Maybe it was because I had no idea what my parents had been about until it was too late. I remember being scared at being held down, but they were my parents. My parents would never hurt me, right?

  Wrong.

  So, so very wrong.

  Before fear could set in, agonizing pain had ripped through my body. From there, the pain had morphed into incredulousness at what my parents had done. Even at such a young age, I knew that what they had done to me was not normal.

  It wasn’t love.

  But this?

  I had been resigned to the fact that I’d eventually end up here with Deke, and as much as I tried to fight it, I wanted Deke. It was the turmoil that was to come that I didn’t want to deal with.

  But what frightened me now?

  There was no way I would be able to keep Deke’s interest after tonight. I had no clue what to do in bed besides the basic mechanics of sex. I knew the gist of how to give a blowjob. I knew that a guy used his tongue when he went down on a girl. I knew the penis went into the vagina. I knew the mechanics, but I didn’t know how to…inspire passion.

  Oh, I knew his dick was hard, but Deke was a healthy, hot-blooded male. For all I knew, that hard dick of his could be for anyone who was sitting on his bed. I wasn’t important to him no matter what bullshit he sprouted. He made that clear when he told me never to question him about Roselyn again. I might…matter, but I wasn’t important.

  So, what scared me?

  I knew after tonight, my life would change drastically, and not necessarily for Deke, but because of Deke.

  There would no longer be Winston as my safety net because after tonight, a passionless marriage would no longer be enough for me. There would be a shift in my relationship with my parents because I would no longer be a part of their plan. Now, while they neglected me for the most part, the shift would come in the form of their purse strings. I knew this. There was also the fact that I’d no longer be able to live in ignorance. I would know passion. I would know lust. I would know what it feels like to be owned by another human being. I would finally know what I was missing, and I was scared that Deke would take what he could and walk away when there was nothing left for him to take; nothing left for me to give to someone else.

  I knew all this, but none of it was going to stop me, anyway.

  I lowered my eyes and reached for the waistband of his basketball shorts. I tugged them down and his erection sprang free and bounced against his body. The tinted skin looked painfully stretched tight, and I could feel the heat graze my face, but that was nothing when I took in how big he was.

  Even being a virgin, I knew Deke was huge.

  I took a deep breath as I wrapped my hand around his dick, and it surprised me how hot it was. I mean, I guess it made sense with all the blood flowing through it, I…just wasn’t expecting it. Deke let out a quiet hiss above me and that gave me the courage to move forward with my decision to give him this.

  Give him me.

  I leaned forward and there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, so I decided to start there. I lick the tip and Deke’s hands shot into my hair, holding on tightly. The feeling took me back to the night on the beach and I could feel myself becoming wet with need. I opened my mouth and took Deke to the back of my throat.

  Now, while I wasn’t a professional, I knew enough not to use my teeth, and I knew enough that the deeper the better. So, I grabbed the base of his dick and swallowed him down, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was becoming from doing something that, in theory, should be for his pleasure only.

  “Fuck, Lamb,” Deke muttered, “you’re sucking me so good, baby.”

  I wasn’t sure if I really was or if he was just saying that to encourage me, but it…helped. I took him as deep as I could, and when I felt him hit the back of my throat, I pulled back. His hands tightened in my hair with each dive down my throat and I realized I was right. Pulling this kind of need out of him felt powerful. Deke was standing over me, but I felt like I had the power here. I felt like I could ask him for anything, and he’d give it as long as I kept sucking his dick.

  After a while, with short labored breaths, he warned, “Baby, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”

  Did I want that? Did I want my first time to be so…filthy?

  Yes. Yes, I did.

  I started moving faster, using my hand to help stimulate the length of him that I couldn’t get into my mouth. Deke was long and thick, and even using my hand, I still couldn’t wrap around him completely. I knew he was going to tear me in half, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted him. I wanted him so much, I was going to let my first blowjob end with swallowing his seed.

  “Lamb,” he breathed. “Delaney, baby? I’m going to cum…”

  I held on.

  I held on and tightened my grip and my lips around him until he let out a deep moan and shot his orgasm down my throat. I kept my lips firmly wrapped around him as he shot squirt after squirt in my mouth. His hands were fisted in my hair
as I swallowed every drop. It was intense. It was exciting. And it was forever.

  This was forever.

  I will forever remember this first.

  I will forever remember this night.

  I will forever remember Deke.

  He pulled away from me, and when I glanced up, he looked absolutely wrecked. It was pathetic, but I wanted some praise. I wanted some…something.

  Deke grabbed me by my shoulders and hauled me to my feet as he bounced his legs, making his shorts fall all the rest of the way down. He cradled my face and slammed his lips down on mine as he stepped from the puddle of his shorts. He was completely naked, but he was kissing me so thoroughly, I couldn’t even appreciate the view.

  When he was done kissing me, he pulled back and said, “Now, it’s my turn.”

  Remembering I was naked underneath his shirt, I didn’t have time for modesty as Deke grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it over my head. I stood before Deke Marlow completely naked, and I was so insecure about this revelation, I couldn’t even take this chance to finally take in a naked Deke Marlow.

  “D…De…Deke…” I couldn’t do anything about the tremor in my voice. I was nervous, and I wasn’t going to pretend to be otherwise. Deke smirked, and I wanted to bash his head in. It reminded me of just how comfortable he was in this kind of situation, and the hit to my self-esteem was hard and accurate. “You don’t get to laugh at me, Deke,” I snapped.

  His arm snaked out, and he fisted his hand in my hair as he pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I watched as his eyes stared at my lips and slowly made their way down my naked body. It was a horribly tense few seconds before his eyes made their way back up to mine.

  Deke’s green gaze was blazing as he asked, “You think I’m laughing at you?” When I didn’t answer fast enough, he shook my head in his grasp. “Do you think I’m laughing at you?”

  “I…I don’t know…” I admitted.

  His expression looked thunderous. “Why would you think I’d be laughing at you?”