Page 20 of Falling for the Enemy

Amber locked her ankles behind my back and refused to let me go. Every time I tried to pull out of her, it just pushed back in when I wasn't able to. I heard the pounding on the door again and told her that I was just going to see who it was and it would just take a moment. I didn't think she wanted to stop, but she didn't have a choice. I looked down at her naked form and the big smile on her face. I wanted to capture that look forever.

I finally got off of her, even though she was protesting, and I promised that I would be back in just a moment. There was nowhere else I wanted to be, and I made a comment that she better not move while I was gone. It was all smiles as I opened the door, but that quickly turned when there was some tough guy standing in front of me. He looked Norwegian, larger than life, and for some reason, he was here to see Amber. Before he even got a word out, I had decided that I didn't like him. Whoever the hell he was, he needed to go away and leave the two of us alone. Amber was mine now.

The blond guy introduced himself as Robert and he was giving me about the same look that I was giving him. He said something about it being the wrong address and I asked him who he was looking for. I already knew and when he told me his name, I knew who he was. It was Amber’s ex-husband.

They had not been divorced very long, only a month from what I’d heard, so my question was what the hell was he doing here now? They were over and she was mine. The fierce protectiveness that came over me was stunning. I didn't think I could get that mad, that fast, when I felt like I was being threatened. He surely had to be there to take Amber away from me and there was no way in hell that I was going to let it happen. I had finally gotten her right where I wanted her. Nothing was going to change that, certainly not the guy who had a chance and lost it.

“Is Amber around?”

I was in my boxers, sweaty, and my dick was still wet from his ex-wife. Yeah, she was around, but I had no interest in whatever it was he was there for. I told him that Amber was occupied at the moment.

“It's important that I talk to her.”

“I'm pretty sure she has a phone. Why didn't you just call her?” I asked.

Robert was getting pissed off with my questions, it was easy to see on his face. Amber had said that he had a temper and so help me in that moment, I wanted him to hit me. That would mean that I could hit him, and I was quite convinced that it would be a damn good feeling. He had been with Amber for years; he had mistreated her the whole while. It was time for him to step aside and give a real man a chance.

When I refused to go get her, he started yelling her name like she was going to rush to him and that would be that. Secretly, I worried that she would do that very thing. What we had was new. It was exciting, but it was new. I wasn't ready to go up against the emotional baggage that the two of them had together.

I hoped that Amber knew who it was at the door, because the next thing I knew, he's pushing through, and I didn't really fight him that much. To be honest, I kind of stepped back to let him go forward. I knew what he was going to find. He was going to see without a shred of doubt that Amber had moved on and was no longer with him anymore. I knew that Amber might be pissed that he got through, but it's not like I had a choice. That was definitely what I was going to tell her anyway.

There was a commotion from the bedroom, Amber cussing and the man having a whole lot to say. I rushed in to see Robert standing there, staring at his naked ex-wife in her bed, and then looking back at me with nothing but rage. I had never really worried about men able to take me out. I’d seen my share of fights, but I would be the first to say that the crazy look in Robert’s eyes as he came toward me did make me a little nervous. Moments ago, this was what I was hoping for, a reason to hit this guy in his perfect square jaw, but then seconds later he was actually doing it, and I wondered to myself why I had wanted it to begin with.

One of the main reasons was he hit like a damn truck. The whole side of my face went with the hand hitting it, and I'm pretty sure he put his whole damn body weight into it and that was quite a bit, because the guy was probably six foot two and 200 pounds. I remembered thinking as his fist smashed into the side of my face that she really did have a type.

It didn't knock me down, he probably thought it would, but I had been throwing punches with guys even bigger than him for years. Robert didn't faze me at all, and I returned the favor at once. The only difference was he did hit the ground. He hit it hard and for a minute, I was afraid that he wasn't going to get back up. Amber was behind me on the bed, pulling the sheet around her to save her innocence, from who I didn't know, and she had this blank stare on her face.

“Is he going to get up?” she asked, like I was a doctor.

I kind of nudged him with my foot and told her that I doubted it. He was going to be out for a while.

Through all of it, Amber was getting dressed and I was calling the police. The only thing I hadn't finished before I went to the door. I didn't know if Amber was mad at me, but she had said a couple of times that it could have been handled better. She gave me a sigh, like it was all my fault. The wrong time to tell her, but I wanted to tell her that I would have done it all over again just because. From what she told me, Robert cheated on her and he’d lost his chance. He wasn't going to come by and ruin my chance too.

The police came and took him in. Amber did not want to press charges, but it was my face, and I wasn't going to let it go. Guys like Robert made me sick. They turned sweet girls like Amber into the women that I dated before her. I wasn't going to let him do the same thing to her. She was sweet, and I wanted her to stay that way.

It wasn't long after the cops left that Amber was talking about how she needed to have a little time to herself. I felt like I had messed up and for the life of me, I didn't know how I could have done it any differently. It's not like I sat there and beat on the guy. I took him down and that was that. I hoped that it would be enough, the way I had restrained myself so well, but it seemed like Amber didn't even notice.

Instead, she noticed how my restraint could have been better. I had just been so riled up; we were in the middle of having sex, I was rock hard. It's not like I had wanted to sit there and wrestle with the guy. I had simply wanted the problem to stop, and he had been the problem.

Going back to my place though, I would be the first to admit that I was confused. Some girls would like a guy that fought for her honor and dignity, but apparently that was not how Amber saw it. It was how it was meant. I guess I could have taken the hit and kicked him out myself, but it had felt too good to punch him in the face. I didn't have a reason to punch him, just that I hated the fact that he’d had her. Ever. It wasn’t like me to second guess everything. Everything had been going so well and then a surprise visit from her ex-husband and now I was just as unsure about where I stood with her as I was the night before. Before we had an amazing night together.

It was as great for her as it was for me. She had orgasmed repeatedly. It all had to be a good sign. She would forgive me, right? By the way she was acting now, I was confused, and I wanted to talk about it, something I probably never said but so help me I wanted to understand. I needed to. What had I done wrong, truly?

I thought about going back over there and pleading my case with Amber. She couldn’t be mad at me if she understood. I would just make her understand, that was easy enough. I took a shower to make myself more presentable. I was sweaty and I already smelled like sex, so I needed it. Amber had ridden me hard, and I had come out feeling off. I looked off too. It didn’t help that I had blood on my face and shirt from her ex hitting me in the face. I’d always hated that I was a bleeder.

I was about to go over there when I looked outside and noticed that her car was gone. That got my mind going and I needed to go find out what was going on. I didn't know where she was, but the town was small, and I had a pretty good idea where I was going to find her. Only problem was, I didn't have a vehicle now because mine got totaled at the bottom of the cliff we’d gone off. I hadn’t been home long enough to even look for a new one. I didn't think I would need it so quickly.

I thought for a minute, and I called Jeremy. He was always looking to go out and about and get in trouble, so he was the perfect one to be my accomplice. I wanted to prove to myself if nothing else that she wasn't at the cop shop, getting her ex-husband out for attacking me. I didn’t know for sure if that was what she was doing, but it felt like a betrayal to even think about it. I didn’t want to, but now it was all I could focus on. I had to know.

As I waited for Jeremy to get there, I wondered what would happen if she was doing just that? We had no promises between each other, she didn't owe me anything, and I didn't owe her anything. It was the beginning of a relationship, and this was the part that I had always liked, the relationship without the commitment, but now all I wanted was the commitment.

I couldn't even blame her ex-husband for trying to get her back. I knew if I lost her, I would do everything in my power to do the same thing. Amber was one of those women who didn't come around very often, and she had to be snapped up as soon as she was found and never let go.

Crap. Could I have handled it better? How could I handle it if she set him free? I knew that I should call Jeremy back and tell him I had changed my mind. I would be better doing about anything else than going there for another confrontation. The first one hadn’t gone well.

Jeremy honked a few minutes later. I never made the call and now it was too late. Maybe I wanted more confrontation.

19

---