Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  I drop my hand to her cheek and tilt her chin. I lower my head to kiss her. She tastes of coffee and sweetness. My thoughts fade away as familiar heat gathers in my cock. Our tongues slide over each other. My hands drop to Mila’s shoulders, and hers circle my waist. I kiss her right cheek, her jaw, and then her neck before my mouth returns to her soft lips.

  I unbutton her blouse, slide it off her shoulders, and toss it to the ground. My hands cup her tits, and I squeeze gently. She moans softly. I carry her to bed and undress her until she’s completely naked. I undress and straddle her. She draws her tits together.

  I tease her nipples with the tip of my cock and then slide it between her tits.

  “My cock feels so good between your tits,” I tell her.

  I thrust softly, and each time, Mila licks the top of my cock, cleaning off the precum. Her hands grab my ass, and she kneads, setting off all kinds of foreign sensations in me. An urge to kiss her everywhere comes over me, and I slide my cock from her tits.

  I start from the bottom, kissing and licking her toes. She giggles softly. I like the sound of her laugh, especially when we’re making love. I take my time exploring every crevice and kissing behind her calves. She’s got perfect legs. Everything about Mila is perfect, and I can’t believe that she’s mine at this moment.

  She makes purring noises. I push her legs further apart and get in between them. I kiss her inner thighs, biting her skin in some places. The higher up I go, the louder she moans and writhes.

  I lick the sides of her pussy and thighs never quite reaching where she wants. I chuckle softly as she lifts her middle off the bed.

  “Fuck, Brad, don’t tease me like that,” she finally says.

  I blow air into her pussy, and she makes little gasping noises.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask her, knowing very well it’s not. I blow again.

  “No.” Her voice is strained.

  “What do you want?” I ask her, my own voice intense.

  “I want your tongue,” she breathes.

  “In your pussy?” I ask.

  “Yes please,” she answers.

  I splay my hands on each side of her pussy and open it up like a flower in spring. I inhale sharply at the sight of her pussy leaking juices. I take a single swipe, and Mila lets out a scream. And another and another.

  “Fuck, Brad.”

  Mila is a talker, and I like that. It makes me hornier if that is possible. Dark desire barrels through my body as she reacts to every lick and kiss. My finger explores the depths of her pussy before I add another one, and she grips them with her muscles.

  I wrap my tongue around her clit as I finger fuck her, and Mila goes wild. She grabs my hair and my shoulders. Anything she can touch. Then she grips the mattress on each side as if for anchorage. When her pussy begins contracting, and Mila starts to whimper, I know she’s close to coming.

  “Come for me babe,” I urge her.

  Her pussy clenches.

  “Fuck. Yes,” Mila cries.

  She shudders around my fingers. Before she recovers, I withdraw my fingers and replace them with my cock. I line it up with the soaked entrance to her pussy. I lift Mila’s legs and place them on my shoulders. I fight the urge to plunge my cock into her pussy in one movement.

  Instead, inch by inch, my cock disappears into her pussy.

  “This is torture,” Mila says. “My pussy’s on fire.”

  Sweat drips down my face. Keeping this pace, controlling my urges is taking every bit of willpower I possess. I’m excruciatingly slow, and she raises her body to hasten it. I withdraw my cock in leaving only the tip.

  “Why did you do that?” she tries to glare at me.

  “I want to teach you some patience.” I can barely speak.

  She giggles. “You don’t look so patient yourself.”

  I grin. She’s right. I can’t do it again, and I plunge my cock in. Mila circles her hips around my cock. I grab her legs, lift them off my shoulders, and push them forward almost to her chest while keeping them together. Her eyes widen and glaze over as she feels every ridge of my cock. Her pussy is like a sheath around my cock. Every movement is magnified in this angle. I feel the muscles of her pussy, and I can tell that she can feel when my cock throbs.

  “You like that, babe?” I growl.

  “I love it.” Her voice is throaty.

  My thrusts are slow and controlled. Mila’s head turns from side to side, and her hands fist the bedsheets. I fuck her faster, each time grounding my cock into her pussy.

  Mila lets out sharp screams every time my cock is balls-deep into her pussy. Each time I hit her clit, I can tell she is about to come again. Nothing makes me feel greater than making my woman come over and over again.

  She’s not your woman.

  I ignore the voice in my head. As long as I’m fucking her exclusively, she’s my woman. And right, now she’s saying my name over and over again.

  “Milk me with your pussy, babe,” I say.

  She is coming apart. “Harder.”

  My breath comes faster as I pump faster. I’ve never seen Mila so wild and lost in our fucking, and when she comes, I know it’s going to be big. I’m exercising control, keeping my orgasm from building up. I need to satisfy my woman first before I give in to my own pleasure.

  Then Mila’s muscles begin to clench and unclench uncontrollably. “Don’t stop!” she cries.

  “I won’t, babe,” I say.

  “Oh God, oh God,” she cries.

  I ram hard into her pussy, and she unravels. She presses back hard, and I spiral into an orgasm that draws every drop of seed out of my body. When it’s over, I lie on my back and pull her close. She rests her head on my chest. It feels so good to lie with our bare skin touching.

  “That was perfect,” Mila whispers.

  “Every time we make love, its perfect,” I say.

  There’s silence following my words. I don’t mean anything by it. Nothing has changed between us. But I can’t very well say every time we fuck it’s perfect.

  I stroke her hair, and she caresses my chest.

  “I love how ripped you are,” she says softly.

  “I like going to the gym,” I say. “Most of the guys at work do. It’s like a bonding thing.”

  “I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall,” Mila says.

  My blood goes cold. Her words are a stark reminder that we are fuck buddies. I almost laugh at myself when I remember the sentimental thoughts I had earlier. Mila is a free agent, and if she meets a man she wants to date, she’s free to do so.

  Still, the thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I don’t want to imagine Mila with someone else.

  Chapter 15

  Mila

  The week goes by, and I get several more texts from Clay that I ignore. That seems to work as he doesn’t send me any more.

  I sleep in Brad’s bed every night. We’re like two lovers experiencing their first affair. That description does kind of describe me. I haven’t dated a lot, and I’ve never had a man treat me as well as Brad does. He treats me better than Clay, who liked to remind me how much he loved me. With Brad, there’s no sentimental bullshit, but his actions show me that he cares about me.

  I’m tidying up the bedrooms and just finished with Isaac’s. I go into Brad’s bedroom, and I’m immediately hit by scents of our lovemaking. I take the bedsheets and inhale them. My pussy throbs at the memory.

  I freeze when I hear a noise like a key being inserted into the lock. It goes quiet, and I tell myself it’s my imagination. It must be Clay’s messages during the week that have spooked me. I’m about to continue making the bed when I hear the distinctive sound of the door opening.

  The tremble begins in my legs. It can’t be Brad. He can’t make a surprise visit home. That’s just not his style. Then I hear something else. A tap-tap sound like heels walking on the wooden floor. I hold back a scream as the steps get nearer. They are definitely coming my way. I stand there like a sheep ready for s
laughter. The shadow falls first, and then the person emerges.

  First, my mind registers that it’s a woman, and I exhale a breath of relief. Then I take in the red hair and the green eyes, and I immediately know that it’s Brenda. Brad’s ex-wife. Isaac’s mom.

  She looks even more beautiful in person. She’s as curvy as I am. Brad clearly likes his women stacked. Her eyes widen, and she also studies me, taking in my tiny shorts and sleeveless blouse. When her gaze returns to my face, curiosity is written all over her.

  “Who are you?” she says, her voice laced with scorn. Unfriendly vibes come off her like arrows.

  I square my shoulders. “I’m Brad’s girlfriend. Who are you?” I ask, even if I know the answer to that. No need for her to know how much I know of and about her.

  “Brad’s wife,” she says and places a hand on her hip.

  “Ex-wife,” I say quickly.

  She shrugs. “I’m looking for Brad. Isn’t he off work today?”

  I shake my head. “He gets his off days on the weekends now.” That throws her off. I get a sense of satisfaction in letting her know that everything about Brad has changed.

  She looks me up and down again, looks at the bed, and then back at me. I hope she’s remembering what an awesome lover Brad was, and she lost all that for another man. She twirls around and leaves the room. I have no choice but to follow her.

  I admire her shapely legs as I follow her to the living room. “You can come by later when he comes home from work.”

  She doesn’t even look at me. She goes and plops down on the couch. Then she looks at me. “No. I’ll wait.”

  I stare at her aghast. It’s mid-morning. “You can’t stay here all day.”

  She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Of course, I can. It’s my home.”

  Fuck.

  “Excuse me,” I say and leave the room a little unsteady on my feet. I go back to what I think of as our bedroom, shut the door, and call Brad on my cell phone. I’ve never called him at work before, and he picks up on the second ring.

  “Mila,” he says. “Is everything okay?”

  “No,” I whisper into the phone. “Brenda’s here. She’s looking for you.”

  There’s a hiss down the phone speakers. “Brenda, as in my ex-wife?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Did you tell her I’m at work and won’t be home until evening?” Brad asks. He sounds so calm as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary for his ex-wife to just stroll into the house mid-morning. I like that trait about Brad. Nothing ruffles him. At least not outwardly.

  “I did. She said she’ll wait for you,” I tell him.

  “Hang tight, Mila. I’m coming home,” he says.

  “I told her I was your girlfriend,” I tell him, my heart pounding fast. I fist my free hand. What if he tells me I shouldn’t have? And worse, what if he takes one look at her and wants her back? She’s the mother of his child, and they were married for quite a few years.

  “You did well,” Brad says, dispelling all my fears.

  After I disconnect the call, I reluctantly return to the living room.

  She smiles at me when I walk in. “So how long have you been dating? I can’t believe Brad has a strange woman living in the same house as our son.”

  “I’m not a strange woman,” I say. It hits me that this is the first time she has mentioned Isaac and not even by name. Hasn’t she missed him? Doesn’t she want to know how big he is? If I were in her shoes, I’d be hungry for news of the son I hadn’t seen in almost two years.

  “Isaac’s a big boy now, tall and handsome,” I say.

  She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Yes, they do that, you know—grow tall with the passage of time.”

  After that, I don’t make any effort at conversation. We sit in silence until I hear the sound of a car in the driveway. I jump to my feet. “Brad’s here.”

  She stands up too and smooths her skirt. Then she looks at the door expectantly, a smile plastered on her face. When he enters, she goes to him and tiptoes to kiss his cheek. My insides recoil even if I know it means nothing.

  He pushes her gently away and comes to my side. He draws me into his arms and kisses my mouth. It’s not a chaste kiss. Tongues touch and dance together momentarily. I know it’s for Brenda’s benefit, but I don’t care.

  It seems to have worked because she looks very uncomfortable now. “I’d like to speak with you privately.” She looks at me pointedly.

  “You can say whatever you want to say in front of Mila. She’s family,” Brad says and leads me to the couch.

  I shoot him a pleading look. I don’t mind giving them some privacy. Actually, I want to. He shoots a pleading look in return, and I sigh and sit down.

  Brenda sits down too. “Fine, if that’s the way you want it.”

  We both sit and stare at her, waiting for her to speak.

  She smiles, but it’s not the confident smile she wore earlier. She twists her hands on her lap. “I’ve come for Isaac.”

  It’s like a massive boulder has been dropped in the middle of the room. The silence is deafening as we both stare at her open-mouthed.

  “Say that again and slowly this time,” Brad says, and Brenda repeats her words.

  “The courts gave me custody, Brenda. You can’t just walk in here and say you’ve come for Isaac. These things don’t work like that. Besides, you don’t deserve him. You walked out two years ago without a backward glance.”

  Her eyes narrow. “Stan said you’d fight me for this.”

  “Who the fuck is Stan?” Brad bellows.

  She raises her jaw. “My husband.”

  “What happened to Mike?” Brad says.

  She stares at him blankly.

  “You don’t even remember the fucker you ran off with?” Brad says with a sneer in his voice.

  “Of course, I remember. That was ages ago. Then I met Stan, and we fell in love.” She waves a hand away as if swapping two men in two years is the norm. “So, are you going to give me Isaac or not?”

  “You must be out of your fucking mind if you thought you’d walk in here and walk out with my son.”

  Brenda stands. “I’ll see you in court then.”

  “Nothing has changed, Brenda. You deserted Isaac. You’ve been gone for two years. You don’t have a job. Shall I continue?”

  She shoots him a triumphant smile. “That’s where you’re wrong. Stan owns a construction company, and he’s ready to hire people to look after Isaac. All he needs is an heir. We’ll be able to provide for him anything he wants.”

  “Isaac doesn’t need all that, Brenda, he never did. All he’s ever needed is to be loved.”

  She colors slightly, and then without another word, she leaves the house. When the door shuts, Brad stands up and begins pacing. His face is tight with worry.

  “She can’t really do anything,” Brad says. “She made her choice two years ago. No judge would listen to her.”

  “Of course not,” I tell him.

  ‘She didn’t want him. Even now she doesn’t want him. That man, the one she has now is the one who does. They are not going to take my son.” He paces for another moment. “There’s no chance that they can. but I’d better call my attorney,” Brad says and fishes out his cell phone.

  He speaks to a secretary, and then minutes later, the attorney. He doesn’t speak for long. “He says I can go see him in an hour’s time.” Lines of worry crisscross his forehead.

  “You’re an awesome dad; everyone can vouch for you,” I tell him.

  He looks at me grimly, and then his eyes shine with unshed tears. “I can’t lose him, Mila. He’s my life.”

  I go to him then, and we hold each other tightly.

  Chapter 16

  Brad

  It turns out I had a good reason to worry. My attorney tells me that the judge will look at Brenda’s changed circumstances and see if she’s capable of raising a child. It helps her case that she did not fight for custody. The judg
e will look at it as a woman whose best interests were her child, and because she didn’t have the means to take care of him, she let her husband have full custody.

  “That’s not true,” I tell my attorney. “We both know she saw Isaac as a burden.”

  My attorney raises a dark eyebrow. “You have to be cool about this. That’s the only way to win this case.”

  “I am cool,” I shout, and then I’m instantly ashamed. I’m taking out my anger on the wrong person. “I’m sorry.”

  He smiles. “I understand. Now let’s see where we are. Your wife has already filed an emergency custody motion, and she’s likely to be granted a date in the next week or so. We don’t have a lot of time to prepare.”

  I’m so wound up. How can my life change in such a short time? Mila and I have been so happy.

  “She looks good on paper; I have to say,” my attorney says. “More settled. A husband and a home.”

  “I have a home,” I say.

  “Yes, but no wife or even girlfriend.”

  I remember Mila saying she had told Brenda that she was my girlfriend. “I do have a girlfriend.”

  His eyes light up. “Do you think you could convince her to marry you? Like in the next couple of days?”

  My eyes almost pop out of my head. “What?”

  “We want to increase your chances in his custody case.”

  I just don’t know. Mila and I are fuck buddies. She doesn’t harbor hopes of us getting married. One of the first things she said to me was that she was not looking for anything serious. I can’t ask her to marry me. I point this out to my attorney, and he says to tell her it won’t be forever. Just until the court case.