Frenemies, Part Three

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Michelle here. Actually running out the door for a vacation of pinball and fucking. Not necessarily in that order. Collectors bring their arcade and pinball machines, set them on free play and people like me pay 35 bucks to play them all day. From 11am to 2am. I usually conk out early. And the noise is deafening. But man, is it fun. Well, to me, anyway. And the Hubby loves it and we get to have hotel sex and the room’s got a cool balcony. Very excited.

So here is Part Three of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries, a new collection of my stories.

Hugs to all you lovely people!

Michelle

An explosion of hormones, love and pent desire of epic proportions blew her mind apart. She’d so longed for this man. He tasted amazing, he smelled intoxicating and his body felt like heaven on top of hers. His steely tool pressed against her belly, she couldn’t wait to have him inside. She wanted him. All of him and right then.

He stopped the kiss and pulled away with a tortured expression. “Does this mean you’re committing to me?”

“Yes,” she cried and pulled on him.

He fought her. “Does this mean you love me?” he demanded.

“Oh, God, yes!”

He groaned, “God, I love you, Zoë.” Then his mouth closed on hers.

Within a heart beat, they were both naked.

When she finally saw his rock hard tool, she gasped. “Oh, my God, you have such a beautiful cock.” Fully erect, he had to be eight inches long of pure steel. Awe-inspiring.

“No, you’re the one who’s beautiful. More than I imagined, Zoë,” he rasped.

He kissed her breasts as if he revered them. She felt starved for him. She took hold of his cock and reveled in the feel of the length of him in her hand.

She tried to pull him on top, but he sent her an evil look. “No way. I’m in charge now. And I intend to tease you some more.”

She sent him a saucy grin, wiggled quickly into place so his cock was right where she wanted it. She opened her legs and he moaned.

“Goddamn you.” He clearly couldn’t help himself and thrust inside her.

She took in a huge lungful of air, surprised and delighted in the feel of huge tool sliding into her. A split second later, she launched into the stratosphere. Coming so hard, it felt like her body blew apart.

Screaming, she fought him, wanting him so badly, but the pleasure was so excruciating, she wanted it to stop too. He took hold of her wrists and powered into her. A kaleidoscope of bright lights flashed through her mind and she lost track of time and space. All she could think of was Bryce and his magic cock.

He built his pace and went deeper; she howled with rapture. He jerked and shuddered with his release, crying out, loud and long. She collapsed to the bed, spent.

A few minutes later, they were at it again. Eight hours later, they spoke their first intelligible words to each other. She snuggled against his sweaty side and giggled.

“I have no brain. You fucked my brains out.”

He laughed and squeezed her. “They were just in the way, anyway.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much sex in my life.”

“Me, neither.”

“Really?”

He kissed her on the temple. “You inspire me.”

She chuckled and hugged him harder. “Well, now I know why you always bugged me so much.”

“Brat. All those years of torment. Now I finally feel even. Finally have control of you.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but why the hell would you think that?”

“Because you want to please me.”

“True.”

“And if you tease me or taunt me, I’ll chase you down, spank you and then fuck you until you’re compliant.”

A thrill went through her loins. “You liked spanking me.”

“More than you could know. You can’t imagine my fantasies over the years. Especially when you spilled that wine on my new four hundred dollar shirt.”

She snorted. “That was your fault for spending so much on a stupid shirt.”

He grabbed her, pulled her on top of him and smacked her butt with a series of sharp swats.

“Ow!” She giggled.

“Brat,” he said, kissing her.


The next morning, Bryce got a call early. And he didn’t look happy about it.

“What?” she asked.

“I have to go to a meeting.”

“Something bad at work?”

“Could be. Nothing for you to worry about. Jake will be here and so will Gil. But still not enough men to protect you if you left. You need to stay here. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” she said glumly.

He tucked his finger under her chin and kissed her. “Now be good.”

“When will you be back?”

“Not until late. Don’t hold dinner for me.”

“Jeez.”

“Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll have more guys and we can take a nice long walk and go shopping, okay?”

She brightened. “Okay!”

He laughed and kissed her.

Mid-way through the day, Zoë encountered a problem. She was all out of chocolate. She had no idea how she’d managed to finish it without noticing. She scoured her pantry, but found none. And she was dying for some.

She tried to cajole her bodyguards into taking her to the store. No go. Then she begged for one of them to go out for her. But Bryce had ordered two guards to be with her at all times. She went online and tried to get the store to deliver, but they couldn’t make it until the next day. Finally, she got pissed. It was only three blocks to the store. What could possibly happen in three bloody blocks?

She informed the men she’d be taking a long nap and not to interrupt her. She stuffed her bed, eased the sliding glass door open and flew across the yard and hopped the back fence. She dropped into the parking lot for the condo complex behind her. And waited. She heard nothing.

Victorious, she walked to the store and bought a large bag of various kinds of chocolate. A little spring in her step, she headed home.

As she walked into the condo complex behind her house, tires screeched behind her. She swung around. Two huge men in suits wearing sunglasses leapt out of a dark SUV and rushed toward her.

Her heart nearly stopped from fright. Screaming, she turned and ran into the complex. “Fire! Help! Fire!” she bellowed.

Just as she reached her back fence, the goons grabbed her.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle