I reached down and started unbuttoning his jeans. “I don’t care,” I told him honestly. This beautiful boy just told me that he’d rearrange his entire future to follow me anywhere. That kind of declaration couldn’t go unrewarded. I braced my weight on my knees as Ace lifted his ass to push his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees. His cock sprang free, and I was already foaming at the mouth. His lips touched my navel as he reached in between my legs and ripped the white lace clean off my body. The second his hand cleared, I sank down on his cock as far as I could take him.
“God, you feel so good, baby,” he muttered against the swell of my tits.
“Not as good as you feel,” I countered.
“Not as good as you feel, Kit,” he volleyed.
I started riding his cock, and because I was doing it for pleasure instead of control, it was like all the other times I’ve been on top-mesmerizing.
Ace made work of my bra while I yanked his shirt up over his head. His hands went to my hips and the lust on his face was something I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing.
“Nothing feels better than your pussy riding my cock, baby,” he grunted.
“Nothing?” I teased as I braced my hands against his shoulders and really started working my hips over his. “Nothing at all?”
His eyes darkened as he looked up at me. “Maybe your tight, little asshole wrapped around my cock, but I’m not sure,” he growled, and I shuttered.
That’s one of the things I’ve never done before, but I quickly realized I didn’t want anything off limits between me and Ace. He was my chance at a new beginning, and I wasn’t going to hinder it before it even began. He was unlike anyone else I knew, and he deserved to be treated special, and that included sexually as well as emotionally and mentally.
My hips started moving faster. “I’ve never…I’ve…is that something you want?”
The next thing I knew, Ace’s hands tightened around my hips before flipping us around and dropping me on the bed with his hot, heavy body covering him. He slammed his cock deeper into my body and my eyes closed in ecstasy.
Ace’s breath was hot against my ear as he fucked into me hard and deep. “Yes,” he rumbled in my ear. “I want you bent over on your hands and knees, opened for me as I work my hard cock into your tight fuck hole, baby.”
I let out the dirtiest moan. Ace was phenomenal with his dirty talk, and he never failed to work me up by telling me all the things he wanted to do to me. “Yeah?”
His rhythm didn’t falter as he said, “I can’t wait to watch my cock stretch you wide open.”
“Ace…”
“Fuck, Ava,” he hissed. “Your pussy is flooding the sheets, baby.”
My orgasm came out of nowhere. It exploded inside every cell of my body and I was clenching around him as if my body would never let him go. “Ace!”
Ace grabbed the back of my thighs, pushed them up and started slamming so hard into me, my head started pounding with pressure. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” he warned me. “I’m going to cum in your hot, tight cunt and you’re going to wear my seed to the fucking party.” I exploded again with the filth he was spewing, and I felt him give in a few seconds later. “Motherfucker…”
I’m not sure how long we laid there spent and high, but Ace finally rolled off my body and dropped on his back next to me.
“Christ, if I can make a career out of just fucking you all day, I think I’m going to go with that,” he muttered.
I barked out a laugh that genuinely came from a happy place. “I think that’s called prostitution,” I chuckled.
“Hey, everyone needs to make a living somehow,” he quipped.
I rolled over until my head was resting on his chest. “Nothing feels better than when you’re inside me, Ace,” I whispered seriously. “Nothing and no one can touch me when you’re claiming me.”
He rolled us over until he was covering me again and looked down at me. “I promise you, Ava, I will always be what is standing between you and the world. Anything or anyone that wants to get to you will have to go through me first.”
My eyes watered and my chest caved. “Promise?”
“I love you, baby,” he said openly and honestly. “I love you, Ava.”
“I’m going to do my best to make sure I’m worthy of your love, Ace,” I told him. “I’m going to always give you the best version of myself. I’m going to get help to work through my issues and make sure you get the good parts that are left.”
His face broke. “Oh, baby,” he whispered, “I don’t want just the good parts. I want all the good, the bad, the ugly, the damage, the insane, the beautiful, the poison, the wonder…I want it all. I want all of you.” He shook his head. “I won’t settle for less, Ava. I just won’t.”
“Then they’re all yours,” I vowed. “Every broken shard is yours, Ace.”
“I love you, Ava,” he repeated.
“I love you, too,” I replied. “And, one day, I’m going to love myself just as much.”
Epilogue
Ava – Ten Years Later~
“Stop it,” I hissed at my husband.
“No,” he hissed back like a petulant child.
“There are children present, Ace,” I scolded. “Behave yourself.”
He removed his hand from my ass and placed both of them on his hips. “First of all, there are no children present,” he declared. “Being the wonderful godparents Delaney and Deke are, they have our girls occupied somewhere, engaging them in mental stimulation and motor skills and whatnot.”
My brow rose. “Really?”
“I refuse to let your sarcasm derail me, Kit,” Ace insisted assertively.
“I don’t care what crazy is residing up there in your head, Ace, we’re not having sex,” I replied.
“It’s our anniversary, woman,” he growled.
All I could do was gawk at the man because, after all these years, I still didn’t understand how his mind worked.
That summer when he had walked into my life, Liam had married Roselyn in June like he said he would, and Deke married Delaney in August like he said he would. Ace and I hadn’t gotten married in September like they had all hoped we would, but we had gotten engaged that September. It wasn’t until two Septembers had passed that I finally married Ace in true Ramsey and Emerson tradition.
We’d gone to the courthouse.
I ended up going to Blaineview with the girls while Ramsey, Liam, and Deke worked on their start up. Ace had gone to Stanford, and while it had been hard to stay away, I had used the time away from him to get help for my demons.
I had also moved out of my house the weekend of Deke and Delaney’s engagement party and had rented a little vacation house in Sands Cove until we had all headed off to college.
I had severed all ties with Elise, and I remember thinking how it had taken her three years to notice. I never asked Ramsey or Ace about Peter and they never told me. But I knew whatever Ramsey had done to him had to be enough to placate Emerson. And since she was a bloodthirsty little thing, I knew Peter finally got what was coming to him.
Now, we were all at our place, celebrating our ten-year anniversary with our friends who happened to be our only family. Greg had left Elise after that fateful weekend, but Ace and his relationship had remained strained. Greg didn’t know how to look at me anymore, and Ace wouldn’t tolerate it.
I wasn’t a victim any longer and Ace wouldn’t let anyone treat me as such.
Ace also gave me two little girls who looked just like him and it amazed me how much I loved that. Usually, you get one kid who looks like their mother and the other who looks like their father, but not us; both D.J. and Maggie looked like Ace. They had his unusual eyes and dark hair and I wasn’t jealous one bit.
“Look,” Ace said, bringing me back to the issue at hand, “if those people out there are any kind of friends, they will keep all those kids occupied so I can fuck my wife. It’s not like Liam, Ramsey, and Deke wouldn’t be doing the sa
me.”
Ace ended up being a corporate lawyer, and he worked with Ramsey, Deke, and Liam, so we were all super intertwined in each other’s lives. Emerson had become a social worker. Roselyn had become an ad executive. Delaney had become another hotshot lawyer. And I had chosen a completely different route.
After four years of college, years of therapy, and the support of all my friends, I had discovered that my calling had been to be everything that had ever been denied me.
I chose to be Ace’s wife and a mother to his children.
I was a stay-at-home wife and mother, and it has been a decision I never regretted.
I still had my degree in finance and business, and maybe, one day, when the girls are grown and gone, I might do something with it. But, for now, I was happy with my life. It took a lot of years to get to where I am today, but the struggle and hard work was worth it.
Peter, and what he and Elise did to me, will always be with me, but their actions no longer control me. I am able to live with what happened to me, and I’m able to give the best version of myself to the people who love me most.
I looked into the face of the man who anchored me through it all and caved. “Okay, but if you-”
He was already reaching for me again. “I won’t,” he promised desperately.
And I believed him because Ace has never broken a promise.
Ever.
The End.
Loving the Enemy
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Table of Contents
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Author's Note
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Prologue
1. Ramsey Reed
2. Emerson Reed
3. Liam McCellan
4. Roselyn McCellan
5. Deke Marlow
6. Delaney Marlow
7. Ace McIntire
8. Ava McIntire
9. Emerson Reed
10. Ramsey Reed
Epilogue
Author's Final Note
Playlist
About the Author
Other Books
Contact Me
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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, adding Ava’s story, also. This is the last chapter in their lives.
And just a couple of things before I let you go and get your read on. While I am doing my best to work with better editing and proofreading software, all my books are solo, independent works. I write my books, proofread my books, edit my books, create the covers, etc. I have one beta who gives me feedback on my stories, but other than that, all my books are independent projects.
That being said, I apologize, in advance, for the typos, grammar inconsistencies, or any other mistakes I may make. Since writing is strictly a hobby for me, I haven’t looked for commitments in regard to publishers, editors, etc. My hope is that my stories are enjoyable enough that a few mistakes, here and there, can be overlooked. If not, my books are probably not for you.
Thank you, all, for turning this hobby into something exciting and magical!
Acknowledgements
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First, foremost, and always, I want to thank my family for their support. Nothing I accomplish is a success without their love. They don’t care what I write, they’re just so damn happy I’m following a dream.
Second, I want to thank Kamala for not laughing at me when I told her I wanted to write a book. Also, for being my guinea pig, for reading everything I write, and for her honest, and much appreciated, feedback. Save for my family, Kam’s my most enthusiastic cheerleader!
I also want to thank everyone who encouraged this book and took a chance on a new name!
Dedication
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For everyone who wished Ramsey and Emerson’s story could go on forever –
Thank you, everyone!
Prologue
I’ve been doing this a long time.
I mean, a long, long time.
But, I have to say, this is the first time I feared for my life doing this.
Usually, weddings are festive, happy times. I mean, sure, there’s a certain level of stress involved in the planning and organizing of the event, but, overall, the occasion is supposed to be a happy one.
Unless the groom is a sociopath, of course.
When Ramsey Reed commissioned me to plan an outdoor wedding for his twentieth wedding anniversary, I had almost broken out in hives at the budget I had to work with and the paycheck he offered.
The catch?
It had to be a secret, surprise wedding.
Secret like CIA-access-secret.
In the same smooth, dark, no-nonsense voice that he used to offer me the job, he also informed me that if his bride found out, he’d ruin me and everything I’ve worked hard for my entire life.
Now, any self-respecting person would have balked at his threat and told him to go to hell, but that paycheck had been a carrot luring me to all the things I wanted to do that I couldn’t afford, right now.
I really whored myself out for his money.
So, I ignored the threat, delegated all my other clients to my fellow wedding organizers, and worked day, night, and pretty sure some hours in a time travel continuum, to make this wedding happen.
On the happier side of things, all their friends were in on it, so I as able to get an idea of his wife’s tastes from, not only Ramsey, but her friends, as well. Ramsey was able to fill in the blanks on her favorite colors, favorite flower, and things like that. Her friends provided details about her size, style, and perception of certain things. Anytime I asked Ramsey what she looked like, he’d just say beautiful. Anytime I asked him about her frame, he’d just say she was perfect. I’m not sure how I would have been able to pull this off if I hadn’t had access to her friends. And, God bless them, they had managed to get me a great picture of her.
From what little I was able to gather from him, he and his wife had gotten married when they were only 18-years-old, and it was at the courthouse with only their close friends in attendance. He had told me that, while his wife never mentioned a word in regret about how they got married, he regretted not giving her the wedding of her dreams.
And from what I was, also, able to gather, this group of friends were tighter than family, and had supported each other through high school, college, getting married as teenagers, becoming parents while going to college, and setting up their businesses and futures. They were the real deal and anyone looking at them could see it. Even though I almost lost my mind a few times organizing this wedding, standing here today, I could honest
ly say it’s been the utmost privilege to be a part of this.
As I looked around Casa Romantica in San Clemente, I dared Ramsey Reed to find anything wrong with the setup. My team had really outdone themselves and this was going to be the feather in my wedding portfolio cap.
The front of the cultural center was unadorned. It looked like it did every day. The ruse was that the ad executive friend was playing like she had to come up a new campaign for Casa Romantica, so she needed to check it out, and so, they were just going to make it a girls’ weekend. They flew in last night, while the men and all their children flew in immediately afterwards, and were staying at a separate hotel. There were no parents of either the groom or the bride, but as I understood it, we had one mother and stepfather team, but that was it. There was a crapload of children, though; eight boys and three girls, all ranging from the ages of ten through eighteen, but I was assured the older kids would be in charge of the younger ones, so that was one less thing to stress about.
But it wasn’t until you entered through the center and into the back that you saw six months of hard goddamn work. There were different shades of silver (to match the bride’s eyes) and blues (because that was her favorite color) decorating flowers, sashes, and canopy silks.
We were able to get a priest to do the ceremony outside of a church and he had been just as floored as the rest of the Casa Romantica staff had been when he got a look at the back of the cultural center. He was going to recite the original traditional vows for their ceremony, and that had been non-negotiable for Ramsey Reed. He had made it clear that he did not want a modern-day version of those vows. He wanted the unbreakable ones that would tie his wife to him forever-his words, not mine or the priest’s.
I surveyed all our hard work and knew Ramsey Reed’s wife was one lucky woman.
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