Page 256 of Enemies

We’re making a mess of the bathroom.

I don’t care.

I cup his face, soaking up his look of devotion before I kiss him hard. Harrison lets me take control of his lips, his tongue. Below, he’s driving the rhythm of our coupling.

My knuckles dig into his shoulders as he fucks me, as I meet him stroke for stroke.

His hands knead my ass, building the pressure inside. His fingers drift between my cheeks, my breath hitches. When one presses behind where we’re joined inside, I gasp into his mouth.

Nerve endings light up my entire body. It’s surprisingly intense but feels so good. It’s not something we’ve done before, but I can feel his need to assure himself I’m his, all of me.

“You okay?” he murmurs, pulling back to assess my reaction.

“Yeah.” I’m breathless and dazed by the rush of sensation. “I want to know what this feels like.”

Harrison rubs me in slow circles, a look of satisfaction and fascination on his face. The pleasure builds until I can’t catch my breath, and when he adds more pressure, his finger slipping inside, I gasp against his lips.

I can’t believe I’m allowing this. I can’t believe I’m enjoying it.

He strokes my ass, adding a second finger which only makes me clench around him harder.

“Oh my God.”

He slants his mouth over mine, curving his tongue to suit my silent demands. His hips roll, his hands knead, and the pressure within me builds. I sink my teeth into his lower lip, plundering his mouth, devouring him again and again.

His speed picks up, and I rock back, riding his cock and his fingers.

The eyes I love are so dark they’re indigo, the sea on the blackest night. “Beautiful. My fucking beautiful queen.”

His words, defiant and reverent, are more than I can take.

A shudder racks through me, lifting my body as I come. He tenses, staying inside me, catching me as I fall apart. He shudders again and I can feel his release, pulsing into me.

The tension deep in my core tears, sending ripples outward as I cry out.

A few strokes later, Harrison’s jaw tightens. His gaze cuts between my face and where we’re joined. The sight of him coming makes me want to come again too. He sees it and fucks me through it until I do.

After, he helps me out of the bath and dries both of us with huge, fluffy towels.

I’m wrapping a towel around me and knotting it at my breasts when he says, “You trusted me, and I let you down. I won’t do it again.”

I catch his eye in the mirror. “You will.”

He stiffens.

“I want your word that we’ll figure it out when you do.” I collect my soaked clothes and hang them on the bathtub before starting out into his bedroom.

“Through everything,” he says.

I glance over my shoulder and see him standing naked by the closet, turning over the ring in his fingers.

“This was my mother’s,” he says. “Found it in the guest room with Ash the other day. She always wore it.”

I take it from him, admire the inscription.

I wish I’d met them. No matter their flaws, they created something beautiful in this world—Harrison and his brother. Made two boys who turned into the kind of men any parents would be proud of.

“You can choose to believe in them,” I say, passing the ring back. “It doesn’t make you weak or wrong.”

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