Page 52 of Enemy
“You did. Quite a few times.” I have to inhale to gather my thoughts, but don’t push him away. “My dad just instructed me not to tell the doctor what really happened and got me a knife as consolation. He said the scar made me look ‘tough’, like I wasn’t such a pretty boy anymore. Do I look tough enough now?”
Road’s sigh makes me shiver, and when he leans in, moving his nose up my cheek, I am close to falling straight into his arms. “It’s not an either-or. You’re still a pretty boy, and anyone can see it. Bet Roy was so damn jealous. Now me fighting you? I was just looking for a way to get my hands on you.”
My face flushes and I can’t help myself, my hands find Road’s waist like it’s second nature by now. “Even before you knew I was an option?” I whisper, needy for his attention.
That smirk. I might just die because of it one day.
“I’m free in my head, right? I undressed you so many times before that bomb went off.”
My heart does that nervous flip that only he can elicit. “You’re such a dirty fuck.” I can’t help my own smile.
Road snorts, but he spins us around, knocking the air out of me as my back hits the wall. “Me? Dirty? How do you know I wasn’t dreaming about fucking you in some fancy palace, in a swan-shaped bed, all romantic and shit?”
I laugh, because now he’s being ridiculous. At least it eases the tension of our messed-up situation. I run my hands up his chest. “Because you want a fuckbuddy, not a husband.”
No one’s ever watched me the way Road does, nostrils wide, as if he doesn’t want to miss any of my scent. His pupils are like two coals burning for me. How could anyone have the strength to say no to this?
“What doyouwant?” he asks, sinking toward me, until his forearm rests against the wall above my head, and he’s leaning over me, almost touching.
Fuck, how I love his crooked nose, and even the burn scar. Road looks like he means business, and once again, I’m breathless.
“I want… I want this not to end just yet,” I whisper. “I know it’s messed up what we’re doing, but I want it too much to let go, so let’s navigate this best we can, okay?” I’m afraid even that is saying too much. Like I’m opening a wound in my chest in the presence of a hungry wolf. I can feel him salivating, but can’t stop myself, not when this desire for him feels like a first sip of water on dry lips.
Road dives straight for my mouth with a kiss that leaves my head spinning and my legs weak. But he’s there to hold me up, strong, rough hands, grabbing at my flesh as if he’s worried I might turn into dust.
“I want to keep you.”
I cup his face, and my heart pounds faster when he slides his hands under my waistband and squeezes my ass. “And you can’t be dead for that. So just listen to me when I tell you to stay off the road to the north of Felix Ruther’s farm today. That’s all I ask. Trust me that I’m trying to navigate this for us.” I give him a soft kiss on the lips.
He stalls, watching me from up close, and I worry that this is the moment he steps away, but instead, he grabs the hem at the front of my pants and drags me toward the bed, focused on me as if the reality of the upcoming war plays no role in our secret affair.
Soon, I land on the bed, and he’s climbing over me, naked and glorious.
As soon as he’s on top and we’re kissing, I spread my legs for him. It feels so good I don’t want to stop. I wonder about what he told me last night. What was a bad experience with some fuckers, was good for him with me. Maybe I’ll also eventually be free of this choking feeling that grabs my neck whenever I’m on the verge of offering him a fuck.
I don’t want to be afraid.
But I also don’t want to ruin what’s already good, so I push those thoughts aside for now and enjoy his weight.
I moan into his mouth when I feel his erection growing, pressed between us. I love it when he gets off like that sometimes, grinding it against me as if he’s already fucking me. It’s such an addictive rhythm my skin’s ripe with anticipation, and I whimper when he drags down my pants, until they’re kicked off altogether.
Our groans sound synchronous when he grabs our cocks with one fist, holding them together—hard, and throbbing, and needy for touch.
“I want my cum on your back,” he rasps.
I hesitate for a moment, that vulnerability of being down on my stomach hitting me hard, but I’m in my bed, in the sunshine, with a man who loves making me feel good. He wouldn’t abuse that position.
I bite my lip then give him one more kiss before turning under him. My heart beats so hard I don’t know if I’m excited or if it’s the fight-or-flight response, but it feels the same. What I do know is that my dick’s no less hard now.
“You wanna come on my club ink?” I joke to hide the nerves curling inside me.
“That what you want?” Road teases, moving over me in a way that sets my skin on fire. The noise of his hand slapping his balls as he jerks off echoes in my ears, and I half-expect him to rub himself off on my ass, but I feel his warmth all over. A lusty, open-mouthed kiss descends between my shoulder blades, and I rock my hips against the mattress as he goes lower, nipping on my flesh, only to soothe the burn of his teeth with that hot, talented tongue.
I was joking, but something in my fucked-up head wants that disrespect for my club. Like ourthingis one big fuck-you to everything I’ve been brought up with.
I flex my back muscles to show off. “Yeah. Feels so wrong.” And yet I’m asking for it.
He gasps against my skin, as if that turns him on even more, then grabs my hips, pulling them up. For a moment, I’m struck by a sense of panic, but it’s gone when his saliva-slicked fingers grab my own erection. He’s touching us both, and my thoughts drift to the view I must present right now. With my knees wide and ass up, maybe he can even see my hole.
