Page 56 of The Enemy

By the time I left, no one seemed to care, and even if they tried to stop me, it wouldn’t have worked because I was eager to get back to the room. When I got there, all the lights were off. The only source of light was the moon. Lou left part of the sliding door and blinds open so the night air could come in.

When I got to the middle of the room, I froze when I saw Lou lying on the bed. She was facing away from the front of the room, her back toward where I stood, and behind her, she had a wall of pillows signaling her side of the bed.

Cute.

Going to the other side, I took my shoes, pants, and shirt off and then just lay there wondering what would have happened if my mother had never fucked things up. The resentment on my part wasn’t new, but it was the first time in my life I admitted to it.

SEVENTEEN

LOURDES

I wokeup feeling disorientated and hot. It had to be around dawn because the room was still dark. Just as my cognitive thinking started returning to me, and I began to wonder if Neo was back, I felt pressure on my midsection.

My first instinct was to shift away, but I couldn’t. That’s when I noticed I was no longer under the covers—hell, the covers couldn’t even be seen. What could be seen was an arm wrapped around me—Neo’s arm.

Why the hell was he holding on to me?

I remember sleeping all the way on the other edge of the bed, and after taking a deep breath and looking around, I realized I was not on the edge anymore. The asshole had dragged me to the middle.

The pillows I had put as a barrier were no longer in sight.

Okay, who was I kidding? He might have not done a thing. Truth be told, I was a very active sleeper. I know people said they loved to cuddle, but I couldn’t stand it. Sure, hold me for a few seconds, but I liked my personal space when it was time to sleep.

Personal space should have been the first thing on my mind this instant, but my body decided to be a traitorous little bitch. Neo was a liar, and I should want nothing to do with him after allthe things he had been doing behind my back. My body felt hot, not just because of his body heat. I ached between my legs. Neo wassofucking close that I felt myself grow more wet the longer I stayed in his hold. His front was pressed up against my back, and for the sake of my sanity I decided to ignore all the places I could feel him touching me.

With my mind made up, I attempted to get free once more. I just needed to shimmy out of here, then I could think without my vagina going intoheathness. Neo’s arm became tighter. I froze, but his breathing was still pretty even. I waited a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t up and then attempted to get free again.

Mierda.

Neo was hard. His dick nestled cozily against my ass. It was the worst fucking scenario. Screw my pride, I should have never agreed to come on this trip. This time, when I moved, it wasn’t to move away. It was more of a grind that I did without thinking it through. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering from how good he felt.

Fuck.

I really needed to get out of here.

Having him hard and pressed up against me made me squirm.

“Rub your ass against me one more time, and I’m going to stuff you full of my cock.”

A shiver went down my spine, and I heard Neo’s low growl in my ear. I lay still from the shock…and maybe a bit of embarrassment. Neo did no such thing. The hand that was around my waist moved, so his palm was now resting below my waist. His fingers spread wide and his pinkie was so close to my mound. This was the moment when I usually felt self-conscious. Having someone hold my belly. It was soft, not firm, a bit of weight that refused to go away no matter how much I tried toexercise. Right now I couldn’t even think about it because Neo was rubbing his hips against my ass.

“Get off me, you jerk,” I hissed. He laughed. His tone was low and sensual, and instead of repulsing me, it was having the opposite effect. “You were supposed to stay on your side of the bed.”

“I did, but you kick and punch when you sleep. The only way to keep you still was to keep you in my arms.”

There was a possessive edge that thrilled me when he said that last part. I had no reason to feel this way, especially not when this lust was wrapped in betrayal.

“You should have slept on the couch then,” I spat back.

Neo’s hand moved lower. His fingers weresoclose to cupping me through my silk pajama shorts.

“You stilled when I wrapped my arms around you, letting out a contented little sigh. Then you wiggled your delicious ass against me. What did you expect me to do, Lou?”

“Not grope me, you asshole.”

I could only hope my voice sounded more annoyed than breathless so I could keep some of my dignity.

Neo moved his hand, and he cupped me through my pajamas. I closed my eyes when I felt the curve of his smile against my neck.

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