Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “I want you so bad,” Mila groans.

  “Me too, sweetheart,” I manage to say.

  Each time my cock comes into contact with her clit, Mila gives a desperate cry. Juices are dripping from her pussy.

  “You are so wet.”

  “For you,” Mila says. “I want your cock. I need your cock. Please fuck me.”

  I almost give in. Then I remember how detached my woman has been and my resolve to find out tightens.

  “I want to fuck you, Mila.”

  “Then do it,” she breathes. “Now.”

  “Not before you tell me what’s upset you,” I say. I push my cock into her pussy, but as soon as the head disappears, I pull my cock out.

  “Fuck, Brad. That’s not fair,” Mila says, her voice agonized.

  “I know. Tell me.”

  Mila abruptly lifts her thighs, and my cock slides in. I close my eyes for a second. Heaven. I snap back to the present and withdraw my cock. It feels like it’s about to explode. I don’t know how long I can keep this up.

  “Please,” Mila says.

  I flick my cock over her clit.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then say it. Tell me what’s the matter. I can’t bear to see you so unhappy.”

  “I don’t want to come between you and your mother,” Mila says.

  “I don’t understand.” My stomach is tight with tension. If my mother has hurt Mila… “What did she say or do?”

  With her right hand, Mila guides my cock into her pussy. She’s got me now. It caught me unprepared. My guard is down. The heat of her pussy makes me forget everything. Mila’s cry of pleasure fills the room. I want to hear that cry again. But first.

  “What happened?” I say. I withdraw my cock but leave the head inside Mila’s pussy. She gyrates her hips, and the movement almost makes me come.

  “Can we not talk about your mother right now?” Mila says.

  I plunge my cock hard into her pussy, and she cries out. I withdraw it and let it hover at her entrance.

  “Okay, okay,” she says in a frustrated voice. “She said that you love Brenda, and eventually, you’ll go back to her.”

  Confusion clouds my brain. I can’t imagine my mother would be so nasty to a woman who has done nothing wrong to her. A woman who treats her son and grandson with a lot of love and care.

  “She knows we married for the custody case. Brenda called and told her. She’s here to make sure that we divorce afterward, and Brenda returns to you and Isaac.”

  I’m so angry that my body trembles. I can’t speak. I do the only thing I can do right now. I fuck my wife mercilessly.

  “Yes, fuck me,” Mila cries, pulling me into her.

  I’m completely lost as our bodies are joined together. Our fucking is not just physical. There’s something else. It’s as if our spirits have joined together. I feel everything she feels. The world and everything in it fades, and it’s just Mila and me.

  “Harder,” Mila commands.

  I pound in and out fiercely. I thrust in and out of her harder, and Mila’s body begins to spasm.

  “Yes, Brad. I’m going to come,” she cries.

  I support myself with one hand, and with the other, I find her clit and finger it while my cock moves in and out of her pussy. It doesn’t take long for Mila to come. Her wild noises as the orgasm rock her tip me over the edge, and I lose all control. Come shoots out of my cock and into her pussy.

  When it’s over, we lie side by side, facing each other.

  “Look at me,” I tell Mila, and she opens her eyes.

  “You’re my woman, and it’s my job to protect you. Do you hear me?”

  She nods.

  “Even from my own mother. You must promise never to keep secrets from me again. That’s not how I roll.”

  “I promise,” she says in a small voice.

  Chapter 30

  Mila

  My phone vibrates on the table, and I jump from fright. I laugh at myself before I read the contents of the text message. A smile tugs at my lips in anticipation, thinking it might be from Brad.

  I’m in LA, and I want to see you. It’s important.

  My blood goes cold. I look around as if Clay might jump out from behind one of my paintings leaning against the wall. My hands tremble as I hold the phone. Tears prick at the sides of my eyes. I had all but forgotten about my ex-husband. What does he want with me?

  Will I always be saddled with Clay? I consider ignoring the message, except that it doesn’t work with him. He’ll become even more persistent. I have to reply, but there’s no way I’m going to meet him.

  Sorry I can’t. Busy.

  I hold my breath as I wait for his reply. Please, let him leave me alone.

  It’s important. After this, I promise I won’t pester you again. Just this once. We were married, Mila. You can’t make time to meet your ex-husband one more time?

  Shame floods me. Clay has a way with words that leaves me feeling guilty.

  I think of safe public places we can meet, though to be honest, I’m not really frightened of Clay. I can’t believe I’m actually considering meeting him.

  Another text comes in.

  Tomorrow?

  I sigh deeply. It won’t harm to meet him once. The last time. Maybe then I can make him understand that I really don’t want him in my life. I’ve moved on.

  Fine, I text back.

  He sends me the address of a coffee shop.

  I can’t concentrate on work anymore, and besides, it’s almost time for Brad to come home from work. I run into Mrs. Bennet and Isaac as they are returning from their shopping trip. Isaac and I hug, and I kiss his head. When I look up, Mrs. Bennet is looking at me thoughtfully.

  A coldness hits my core. I hope she’s not planning anything that might come between Brad and me. We exchange polite hellos, and Isaac and I lead the way into the house.

  “I’ll make dinner today,” Mrs. Bennet says.

  “Thanks,” I tell her, and I feel bad because I don’t offer to help. She frightens me, and I try to stay out of her way as much as possible.

  “Mila, want to do a puzzle with me in my room?” Isaac says.

  “I’d love to,” I say and follow him to his room.

  Isaac and I settle down on the carpeted floor and work on the gigantic puzzle. We chat easily as we figure out the pieces.

  “I thought you might like a drink?” Mrs. Bennet says.

  I didn’t hear her coming into Isaac’s room, and I try to sit up.

  “Please, don’t stop doing your puzzle,” she says and places a glass of milk on the floor next to Isaac.

  “Thanks, Nana,” Isaac says.

  I only start to breathe again when she leaves. It takes us a good hour to get the puzzle done.

  “Do the honors of putting in the last piece,” I tell Isaac, and he places it on the remaining space.

  He smiles broadly as he looks at the completed puzzle.

  “Good job!” I tell him, and we high five.

  “You too, Mila,” Isaac says.

  The front door makes a sound, and Brad’s booming voice follows.

  “Anybody home?” Brad calls.

  As usual, Isaac beats me to the door. He throws himself against his dad’s hard body. Our eyes meet above Isaac’s head. He beckons at me to get closer, and with his other hand, pulls me into a hug.

  “It’s so good to be home with my favorite people,” Brad says.

  Dinner is a pleasant affair. I never asked Brad what he said to his mom, but whatever it was, it has made her halfway decent to me. I don’t need more than that.

  Later, when we’re getting ready for bed, Brad asks me my plans for the following day. I hesitate and then decide that I won’t worry him by telling him that I’m meeting Clay. The only reason I agreed to meet him is to get it into his thick skull that we’re truly done.

  “I’m not sure,” I finally say while removing m
y top.

  “Here, I’ll help,” Brad says and steps behind me to unhook my bra.

  I giggle. “You really do love my boobs.”

  “Them and everything else about you,” Brad says and helps me out of my bra.

  Standing behind me, Brad cups my breasts, and a quiet moan slips from my lips. I lean against him and close my eyes. His hands expertly palm my hard nipples, eliciting more moans from me. He massages the swells of my breasts and then dips his hand inside my panties. My pussy responds immediately to his touch. I groan as his hand parts my folds and finds my clit.

  Brad’s cock presses against my back, and I reach back to stroke the hardness through his trousers.

  “Turn around,” he growls, and when I do, our lips lock together in a passionate kiss that ignites all my senses.

  Our lovemaking that night is sweet and tender. We take more time to pleasure each other and to stare into each other’s eyes. I feel cherished as if I’m Brad’s real wife, not just to help him win the custody case.

  Afterward, we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  ***

  I know exactly where to look for Clay when I enter the coffee shop. He’s at the furthest corner. He always chooses to sit where few people can see him, like someone running away from the law. It is hot in LA, but he seems not to feel it as he’s dressed in his usual black attire and a leather jacket. He stands up when he sees me and smooths back his hair. A nervous gesture of his that I’m familiar with. It should give me a thrill that Clay is nervous about meeting me. Except it doesn’t. All I want is to get this meeting over and done with.

  He comes to me and touches my arms. I fight the urge to shove them off me. He brings his mouth to mine. At the last moment, I avert my face, and he kisses my cheek. His lips are cold. I shiver.

  A hard look comes over his eyes. “Once upon a time, you begged for my touch.”

  Sweeping anger comes over me. I inhale deeply and remind myself that after today I’ll never see him again.

  When we settle down on opposite ends of the table, Clay sits there staring at me until I grow uncomfortable. He’s acting weird.

  “Do you know I never realized how beautiful you are,” he says and reaches out to caress my cheek.

  My instinct is to fling his hand off, but I remember his earlier reaction. I don’t want to antagonize him.

  “What did you want to talk about, Clay? Surely you didn’t come all this way just to tell me how pretty I am.”

  “I’ll get our coffees first,” he says and stands. “Milky and sweet for you, right?”

  I nod. I feel exhausted, and I wonder whether it was a good idea to agree to meet him. He returns with our coffees.

  “I like this place,” he says conversationally. “It reminds me of the first date we had together. You were so shy.”

  I don’t know what game Clay is playing at. I’ve no interest in going down memory lane with him.

  “We were so in love,” he says.

  My patience is running out. “Clay. What did you want to talk about?”

  He holds my gaze, his dark eyes unblinking. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I remind myself that this is Clay. The man I was once married to. He’s mean and a bully but physically harmless.

  “Us,” he finally says. “I want to talk about us. I realize now that I hurt you, but I’ve changed, and it will never happen again.” He places a hand on his chest and grins confidently. “Scouts honor. Now, what do you say … when can we go home?”

  My jaw drops. Clay is insane.

  “I’ve tried to date other women, Mila. None comes close to you, and I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re the only woman I’ll ever love.”

  “That’s too bad,” I snap.

  He frowns, and his eyes grow small until they are two slits across his face. I don’t care. I’m so angry that he wasted my time. I inch forward so that our faces are only a few inches apart. “Listen to me, Clay. You and I are done. I’ve moved on, and I have a new man in my life. I suggest you do the same and get a new woman.”

  “You’re going to be sorry for this,” he says.

  “Are you threatening me?”

  His whole demeanor relaxes. He smiles, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. He raises his hands as if in surrender. “Can you blame a man for trying to get his beautiful ex-wife back?”

  “I don’t want to play games with you, Clay. Let’s part as friends and wish each other the best in life.”

  He nods.

  I gulp down the rest of my coffee and jump to my feet. Clay does too. He takes both of my hands. A soft look comes over his features. “Take care of yourself.”

  “You too,” I say though I’m still stewing from having my time wasted.

  He sits back down as I leave the coffee shop. As I walk down the street, my mind is on what just transpired. It doesn’t make sense for Clay to fly all the way to LA to try and win me back. Not that he put in a lot of effort to win me back.

  Clay has always been an enigma. Even in the years we were married, I never quite understood him. I let out a slow breath. I have a feeling that this time we are really done, and he got my message. A slight breeze blows, cooling me down, and I can’t help smiling.

  My life feels pretty damn good right now. I have the perfect husband and stepson. A voice at the back of my head reminds me that it’s temporary. Well, temporary or not, I’m going to enjoy the ride.

  Chapter 31

  Brad

  As I step out of the bathroom, I muse over the fact that I must be the luckiest man in the world. Mom and Mila seem to be getting along. I feel bad that I had to resort to threatening my mother to get her to stop being mean to Mila. I threatened to keep her grandson away from her.

  The door to our bedroom opens just as I drop my towel, and I’m butt naked. Mila walks in. Her eyes widen as she takes in my semi-hard cock.

  “Playing with yourself?” she says and turns the key.

  “No ma’am,” I tell her.

  “Mmmm, let me see.”

  My breath is suspended as I watch my wife come to me and go to her knees. Her right hand wraps around my cock, and it starts swelling instantly.

  “I want to suck your cock until you come.”

  “Fuck, Mila.” My woman has a way with words.

  Mila gathers my balls in one hand, and before I can let out expletives at the sweet sensations, she takes my cock into her mouth. Then she swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, all the while her fingers play with my balls. She takes more of my cock into her mouth, and unable to help myself, I thrust into her mouth. She lets my cock slide out of her mouth and runs her tongue down my cock. I try to muffle my moans, but when she takes my cock into her hot mouth again, a low growl escapes my lips.

  “Don’t stop sweetheart,” I tell her.

  She grips my thighs in response, and I rock my hips and fuck her mouth. I let out a strangled cry as I feel an orgasm getting closer. Mila must feel it too because she sucks my cock faster.

  It doesn’t take long before I explode into her mouth. Mila sucks and swallows every drop of my cum and then licks me clean.

  “Now you can dress and go have your breakfast,” Mila says as she gets to her feet.

  I slip my hand under her dress and feel her hot pussy under her panties. “Can’t I slip my cock in for a few seconds?” I ask her.

  “There’s no time,” she says, but I can see from her eyes that she wants it. She eyes my cock, which is sporting a hard-on. “How do you do that?”

  “It’s not me, it’s you,” I tell her. I never thought it was possible to want a woman all day and every day. “Bend over,” I say in a commanding tone.

  Without a word, Mila turns her back to me, lifts her dress to expose her curvy ass covered in lacy panties.

  “Fuck!” I hiss.

  I run my hands over her ass and then slide a finger to her pussy. Her panties are soaking wet. I tease her pussy through the material of her panties.

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sp; “There’s no time, Brad. Fuck me now!”

  My cock is steel hard again as I slam into her. I groan at the different sensations of having my cock buried in Mila’s pussy. Just a few minutes ago, I was in her mouth. I grab onto her hips to keep her in place as my balls bang into her clit.

  Her pussy clenches tightly around my cock as I pound my cock into her. Sweet moaning sounds come from Mila. I gaze on the jiggle of her curvy ass every time my cock drives into her. Mila pants and looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are glazed, and her mouth half-open.

  “I’m going to come,” she says.

  “Come, sweetheart. Come for me.”

  “Fuck yes,” Mila cries as an orgasm rips through her.

  I keep thrusting as she’s coming, and only then do I allow myself to spew my seed inside her.

  ***

  I imagine that the rest of the day will be easy after such a glorious morning. Life sure doesn’t work like that. It turned out to be one of those heart-wrenching days at the station. We were called to a highway to rescue a family of six involved in a grisly accident.

  I tell Mila about it in the evening as we’re relaxing on the couch. She gets to her feet as I’m talking and stands behind me to massage my stiff shoulders.

  “You can never get used to the loss of life,” I tell her. “Seeing those children lying there…

  “So sorry, my love,” Mila says. “What were their ages?”

  I tell her and confess that I had shed tears as I did my work.

  “That’s the kind of person you are. So strong and soft inside,” Mila says. “Only a person like you can do the work you do and still manage to offer comfort.”

  Mila says all the right things. Her words wash over me, soothing and healing my hurting soul. She says the rest with her hands, softly massaging my tension away. We talk easily, telling each other bits about our day.

  “Did you get a lot of work done?” I ask Mila.

  “Yes, I’m almost done with a portrait,” she says.

  My interest is peaked. “Of who?”