Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  I raise myself slightly as his fingers work my pussy, teasing, and finger fucking me.

  “That feels so good,” I tell him.

  He moves his delicious mouth to my neck, where he trails kisses all the way to my shoulders. I rock my hips against Brad’s fingers. I want more.

  “I want your cock,” I whisper to him.

  He chuckles. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Only for you,” I tell him.

  “I know that now.”

  I raise my hips off him as he whips his cock from his boxer briefs. Slowly I lower myself onto it and make hissing sounds as he fills me completely. I grip his shoulders, and he grips my waist, and he rocks me up and down his cock.

  “I love your pussy,” Brad says.

  “And what else?” I love his filthy mouth.

  “Your tits,” he says and flicks out his tongue to lick my nipples as they bounce along with our movements.

  “I love your humongous cock,” I tell him.

  “That big, huh?” Brad says and grins.

  I want to make a face, but I can’t. I’m too caught up in the pleasure burning through me.

  “Can we change?” I say. My clit is on fire, and I want access as Brad fucks me. I slip out, turn around, and go on all fours.

  Brad hisses. “God, Mila, how is a man supposed to last with a view like that?”

  Brad is good for my ego. “You make me feel like the sexiest woman alive.”

  “That’s because you are,” Brad says.

  After that, all rational thought leaves my brain. Brad drives his cock inside me, and I lose it. I reach underneath and make circular movements on my clit.

  “Are you touching yourself?” Brad asks, his tone breathless.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck, that’s so hot. I wish I could see it.”

  Pleasure courses through me as I play with myself and Brad fucks me. Sensation after sensation bombards me until an orgasm rips through me, and a strangled noise escapes my lips.

  Chapter 37

  Brad

  The custody case is next week on Tuesday. In just four days, the judge decides who will raise my boy. Despite my determination to act calmly, my nerves are getting the better of me. I’m frightened, to be honest.

  Isaac is the reason I get up in the morning full of hope and joy. He makes the world a brighter and better place. And now I have Mila too. Except that I can’t promise to remain the man she knows if Isaac is taken away from me. Mila is next door painting after inspiration struck her just after I came home.

  Dinner is ready, and she hasn’t come back yet. I hate to pester her, but the food will go cold, and she likes her food piping hot. I grab my cell phone and call her number.

  It goes to voice mail. She switches it off sometimes when she’s working. I’ll have to go there and get her. I’m not worried about leaving Isaac as it’s just next door. Still, I had better tell him.

  I go to Isaac’s room and peer in. “I’m going next door to call Mila for dinner.”

  “Okay, Dad,” Isaac says without looking up from his puzzle.

  I whistle as I walk across the driveway that divides the two homes. These days I don’t think of it as Mike’s house or where my wife carried on her affair. No. Those memories have been wiped off. I think of it as Mila’s studio.

  I knock the door out of politeness, but I know once she gets into her work, it’s as if all her other senses shut down. I push the door open and take the stairs; I don’t want to leave Isaac alone in the house for long.

  As expected, I find Mila deep in concentration, her hand working magic on the canvas. For a moment, I’m transfixed by the image of Isaac. It’s so real he looks like he can speak up at any moment. I watch as she ever so delicately adds a little more color to his eyes. I whistle, and Mila jumps.

  “You frightened me,” she says and tries to cover the painting. “You shouldn’t see this. It’s a surprise.”

  “I’m good at keeping secrets,” I tell her while peering through her hand. “Mila, that’s the most beautiful portrait I’ve ever seen.”

  She grins. “Could you be a little biased?” She drops her hands to her sides and steps back, looking at the painting appraisingly.

  I shake my head. “Not in this case.” I stare at the painting as if mesmerized. I approach closer and marvel at how the brushstrokes perfectly replicate his baby fine hair and the slight pink of his cheeks …

  “Is Isaac alone?” she says.

  “Yes.” I’m already turning toward the door. “I better go back. I was coming to call you for dinner. It’s ready.”

  She follows me out. Her stomach rumbles as we descend the stairs, and we both laugh.

  “Perfect timing on my part,” I tell her.

  Outside, I notice a familiar car on the street parking. “Fuck.” I increase my pace and pray that I’m wrong.

  “What is it?” Mila asks, running to catch up with me.

  “The court evaluator,” I told her grimly.

  My suspicions are confirmed when we burst into the house. She’s seated in the living room while Isaac plays with his toys on the floor. She looks up when we enter.

  “Do you do this often? Leave Isaac alone in the house?”

  Sweat drips down my face. I’m well aware of how this looks. We’re careless and irresponsible. Fuck! It couldn’t have come at a worse time.

  “It’s my fault,” Mila says and steps forward. “My cell phone was off, and Brad came to call me for dinner.”

  She glances away from Mila as if she has not spoken. “Do you want me to list for you the possible dangers of leaving a five-year-old alone in the house?”

  I bang the table. “I went next door, dammit! I didn’t even stay for three minutes.”

  Her expression doesn’t change. She glances at her watch. “I’ve been looking at the time. It’s definitely more than three minutes.”

  “Please,” Mila begs. “Brad is the best father I know. He would not endanger his son in any way.”

  The court evaluator stands up and straightens her grey skirt. “Well, that’s not up to us to decide, is it?”

  She says goodbye to Isaac and leaves. The moment the door shuts, I sink into the chair. It’s over. After this, there’s no way the judge will let me keep Isaac. I want to shout and punch something. I want to rage against the injustice of it all.

  “Let’s go get some dinner into your tummy,” Mila says to Isaac.

  I shoot Mila a grateful look. My appetite is gone. I sit hunched on the couch as all sorts of scenarios go through my mind. All of which revolve around losing Isaac. I don’t know how long I sit that way when I become aware of someone staring at me.

  It’s Mila. Isaac says something about playing in his room and walks out.

  Mila stands with her hands on her waist. “You can’t lose hope now,” she says.

  “She’s going to write it down in her report,” I tell Mila. “What judge do you think will give custody to a father who leaves his child alone in the house?”

  “Brad, this is not the first time the court evaluator has come here. She knows how you and Isaac relate.” Mila sits down beside me and takes my hand. “You’re a great dad, and that too is in the report. It will be fine, I promise.”

  I search her face and completely believe that everything will be just fine. “You think so?”

  “I do. I have a feeling about this. Isaac is not going anywhere,” she says emphatically.

  The knots in my shoulder muscles begin to loosen. Mila has a point. The judge will not make the decision based on one mistake. He has to see that I’m the best parent for Isaac. Brenda just wants to please her new husband. She’s not interested in Isaac’s welfare. My boy is a pawn in her game, and I cannot allow her to have him. Isaac deserves better than that.

  “You haven’t eaten,” Mila says.

  “I’m not hungry,” I tell her. “But I’ll do the dishes.”

  “Okay. I’ll go read Isaac his story and put him to bed.”


  “Thanks, I’ll come and kiss him goodnight.”

  Later, Mila and I return to the living room and stretch out on the couch. I lay facing up, and she stretches out on top of me and rests her head on my chest. She feels perfect on me. As if she has always belonged there. I let out a sigh. I feel completely at peace.

  This is the person I want to come home to in the evenings.

  “Heaven,” Mila says.

  I rub circles on her back and then wrap my hands around her.

  “That feels so good,” she says and then raises her head to kiss me. Her sweet scent surrounds me, and I inhale it greedily.

  “You feel good,” I tell her and knead her ass. “You make me so hard.”

  She shifts her weight and palms my cock. Her eyes widen. “You are not kidding.”

  I hold her hand and press it harder against my cock. “This is enough to make me come in my pants.”

  Mila giggles. I cup her pussy over her shorts, and her giggles turn to moans.

  “I want to make your sweet pussy come,” I tell her. “Let’s go to bed.”

  Mila slides off me and takes my hand to urge me up from the couch. I stand up and take her into my arms. I desperately need to kiss her first. I wrap my hands around her and pull her tight against me. Her hands snake through my hair, and she moans my name repeatedly, as I kiss her lips, jawline, and neck.

  This woman has become my everything. I can’t imagine my life without her. One way or another, after the custody case, I must convince her that we belong together. That we can make this marriage work.

  I circle the bottom crests of her tits and then draw invisible circles around her nipples. Mila moans into my mouth and reaches between us to unzip my trousers. She pulls out my erect cock and strokes it.

  “I love your cock,” Mila says.

  “You forgot to say ‘humongous.’”

  She laughs softly, warm air from her mouth fanning my face. “Show off.”

  I laugh along and tug at her shorts until they drop to the floor along with her panties. My hands touch the naked skin of her ass. “That’s better.”

  We fumble with our clothes until we’re completely naked. We sit on the couch facing each other, with Mila’s gorgeous legs on top of mine. I grip my cock and inch closer until it touches her slit. I stroke her pussy with the thick head of my cock.

  Mila stares at what I’m doing with my cock and then looks up to meet my stare. Her eyes are glazed over.

  “This is so hot,” Mila says.

  “You are so hot,” I tell her.

  Mila whimpers when I push the head of my cock into her pussy. “More.”

  I withdraw my cock instead and continue rubbing the head over her slit and clit.

  “Please,” Mila whimpers and arches her back. Her big beautiful tits beg to be kissed, and I lean forward to suck on each nipple. As I do that, I plunge my cock into her pussy, and she lets out a little scream.

  Nothing pleases me more than hearing my wife scream from what I’m doing to her. I pull my cock out slowly and then push it in again. Mila raises her hips to meet my thrusts.

  “I want you to take me from behind,” Mila says.

  Pleasure whirls through me. Mila has become so comfortable with me that she can demand what she wants.

  “Doggy?” I ask her, and she nods.

  I withdraw my cock and help her from her seating position. She turns around and bends over, her pussy glistening with juices. I rain kisses on her back and then gently slap her ass.

  She hisses and playfully wiggles her ass. Mila is expecting my cock. What she gets instead is my tongue. I part her thighs and dive in, inhaling her sweet scent of arousal before pushing my tongue deep into her pussy. Mila yelps.

  “Oh God, yes,” she cries as I lick her like a starving man.

  I push a finger into her pussy and circle her clit with my tongue. Mila whimpers and calls my name. She’s almost coming. I withdraw my tongue and fingers and replace them with my cock. I want her to come with my cock inside her pussy.

  “Like that,” she says when I begin fucking her.

  Her pussy tightens against my cock when she pushes her ass further out, urging me to fuck her harder. I grip her thighs and fuck her hard and fast. Just the way she likes it. I’m like a man possessed. I want to fill both her body and soul. I want to possess every part of Mila.

  When we’re done, I want her to know that she belongs to me, and I belong to her. Mila grips the armrest of the couch and makes wild noises.

  “Oh yes,” she cries, and then moments later, her pussy clamps on my cock, and Mila screams.

  The last vestiges of my control melt away. A growl rises in my throat, and cum shoots from my cock into her pussy.

  When it’s over, I lie on my back and pull Mila to lie on top of me. I kiss her head. Sometimes I can’t believe that she’s mine. There’s no way I’m letting her go. She has to see that we belong together.

  Chapter 38

  Mila

  I sit on the toilet with my eyes shut, a myriad of emotions whirling through my mind. On the one hand, I’m overjoyed at the prospect that I could be pregnant. That I could be carrying Brad’s child in my belly. But on the other hand, I’m petrified at what this could mean for us.

  I’ve been feeling fatigued in the last week or so, but nausea that comes every morning is what finally convinced me to buy two home pregnancy tests. I haven’t said anything to Brad about it.

  Brad has never made any promises to me. Our marriage was a contract for the sole purpose of helping him retain custody of Isaac. The more I think about it, the more it hits me just how unfair it would be of me to expect Brad to be happy about my pregnancy. He has never voiced a wish to have more children. Tears flood my eyes. Then I realize that I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m imagining the worst. It’s possible that I’m not pregnant. I brace myself to look at the test results. I pick up the pregnancy stick from the floor and lift it up to the light coming in through the window.

  My heart drops to my stomach when I see two distinct pink lines. I blink rapidly. My eyes must be deceiving me. Oh my God. Oh my God. My hands tremble so hard. I hold the stick at a different angle. There must be some mistake.

  I can’t be pregnant. I never once used protection when I was married to Clay. I stand and grab another test kit and tear it open. I force more pee and then place the stick carefully on the floor. My heart pounds hard against my chest as the full implications hit me.

  A baby. I could be having a baby. My very own baby!

  It starts a small dot of joy, which grows by the minute, dispelling any fears I have. Soon, tears are running down my face. I pick up the test stick, and there it is again. Two pink lines. There’s no doubt about it. I’m pregnant. I cover my mouth with one hand and place the other on my flat belly.

  I’m going to have a baby!

  A sob escapes my mouth. I’m terrified, excited, worried…all at the same time. I grow solemn and try to think it through as an adult. I could lose Brad and Isaac. After the custody case, we’ll probably go our separate ways. The thought does not frighten me like before. It comforts me to know that I won’t be alone. I’ll have a piece of Brad with me. I’ll have my own family. A wisp of sadness comes over me. Brad is an awesome daddy. The best there is. It makes me sad to think that my baby will grow up without a dad.

  The sadness doesn’t last. I have always wanted a baby, but over the years, I lost hope. I knew something must be wrong with me, and Clay said it so many times that I began to believe it. I hold my tummy gently. My baby.

  I sit up with a start when I hear the sound of the front door banging shut. I scramble up from the toilet seat and quickly pull up my panties and shorts. It can’t possibly be Brad as he left for work less than half an hour ago unless he forgot something.

  “Mila!”

  I relax when I hear Brad’s voice. “Coming.”

  I quickly dispose of the pregnancy test kits and make an instant decision not to tell Brad about it. It couldn’t hav
e come at a worse time. The custody case is tomorrow morning. Brad doesn’t need any more stress in his life. On my part, I have no doubt that he’ll win the case. I have a belief in the fairness of our justice system. Brad is the parent who deserves to raise Isaac, and the judge will see that.

  I open the bedroom door and bump into a hard body, whose arms immediately go around me and pull me close for a hug.

  “You smell like spring,” Brad says, and I giggle.

  “How does spring smell?” I ask him.

  “Like heaven,” he says.

  “Hardly descriptive,” I say and raise my face to kiss him.

  Our lips mesh together, and for the next few minutes, we feast on each other’s mouths and let our hands lazily roam over each other.

  “Wait,” I say when we pause to catch a breath. “What are you doing back home? Did you forget something?”

  “Even better,” Brad says. “Apparently, the shifts got mixed up, and the Chief asked if I could do a night shift today.”

  “Oh.”

  Brad sweeps in again and plants kisses on my neck. “Do you know what that means?”

  “No, what?”

  “It means that I have all day to ravish my wife,” he says and pushes me back into the bedroom.

  “Sounds good, but what about tomorrow? The custody case is tomorrow. Won’t you be too sleepy?”

  “I’ll be fine. Besides, we do catch a few winks during the night shift. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

  I sigh when he gently drops me back on the bed. He lifts my T-shirt and kisses my belly. My heart stops. Can he feel it? Can he tell that we have a baby growing in there? He moves away from my belly and inches up, sending electricity to my pussy with his kisses.

  It is so tempting to blurt it out, especially when he cups my face and looks at me with such tenderness in his eyes. Brad has feelings for me. Of that, I have no doubt. But are they strong enough that he would want a future with an unplanned child and me?

  I can’t expect that from him.

  “Are you all right?” he says. “You looked a little sad.”