We Super Shouldn't: Complete Enemies to Lovers Romance Series Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Jenny!”

  I see her brow furrow, and she turns towards me. Her eyes go wide. She almost drops her keys. I haven’t really thought this through. What if she does a runner? I’m not about to go on a car chase, am I?

  “Jameson, what are you doing here?”

  It looks like she’s going to stay here which is encouraging. She takes a few steps towards me. I take a few steps towards her. We move away from the door and off to the side of the store. There’s still a little bit of distance.

  I don’t think either one of us is ready to get hurt again.

  “I’m here because I want you back.”

  “What?” she gasps.

  “I know I’ve made a whole host of mistakes. God knows I am an utter mess. But I want you in my life, not as a lucky charm, but as my girlfriend or fiancée or whatever. I want a real relationship with you.”

  “A relationship?”

  “Yeah, I know our whole thing is pretty unorthodox, but the two of us could start again. I’d love for something more permanent, but, if you need more time, I can go slow.”

  “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

  I don’t know if all this repeating is good or bad. I know she does it when she needs a little bit more time to think, but it doesn’t give me a handle on what she’s actually thinking or feeling.

  “I do. I should have kept our date way back when we were in high school. I should have remembered you sooner. There’s a lot of things I should have done differently. But, I’m standing in front of you now, hoping you’ll take me as is.”

  “As is? Factory settings and all,” she jokes.

  “And all.”

  It’s a good sign that Jenny’s smiling. It makes me feel like there might be some hope for us after all.

  “It’s amazing that we ran into each other. Are you heading back to the city for class?”

  She shakes her head. “I was coming to see you.”

  “Me?” I’m shocked. Why? “Did you see that interview with Carrie?” Maybe she wanted to make sure we cleared up everything her old roommate said. Some of the claims made in that interview were audacious. It’s understandable if that’s what she actually came to see me about.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen any interview with Carrie. I just realized that I want to be with you. Even if you thought of me as your lucky charm, I wanted to be with you.”

  “Come on, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re more than my lucky charm.”

  Jenny smiles. “I know. I knew there was more between us even when you were too oblivious or chickenshit to admit it.”

  “Ouch,” I feign being hurt by placing my hand over my heart.

  “I was going to wait it out until you came to realize it too. You’re worth it to me, Jameson.”

  Oh, that makes me feel good. That make me feel better than good. I may have been chickenshit like Jenny said, and I probably should have gotten over this a lot sooner, but I’m beyond happy that now is our time. It may have taken us a little longer to get here, but here we are.

  “So, does that mean you’ll come back home with me?” Jenny tilts her head and smiles. The look on her face tells me she’s happy, but she’s keeping pretty quiet. “What is it?”

  “I’ll come home with you on one condition.”

  “And what’s that condition?”

  “You have to promise me you’ll show me a baby picture.”

  I’m very confused because this feels way out of left field.

  “A baby picture? Why?”

  “Because I was sitting in the living room with my parents, staring at the shelf that has all our photo albums, remembering how they showed you every last embarrassing photo they took of me, and I started to feel sad about the fact that I never got to see anything of yours.”

  I laugh because it’s amazing that that was what she was focusing on. I would show her a picture of every baby on this earth if it meant she’d come back home with me.

  “Okay, I’ll show you a picture.” I walk closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me.

  “It has to be an embarrassing one,” she insists, placing her hands flat against my chest.

  “I’ll make sure it’s the most embarrassing one I can find. I promise.”

  “Perfect,” she whispers while getting on her tiptoes. I lean my head down a little bit to give her a kiss smack dab on her lips. I know there are people watching us, taking pictures with their cell phones. There will probably be pictures of us plastered all over the web and on the news by later tonight, but I don’t care.

  I only care about Jenny.

  I lean my forehead on hers breaking our kiss.

  “Ready to go home?”

  “Yeah, let’s.”

  Epilogue

  Jenny

  I’m sitting in my usual spot in the box, waiting for the game to end. It’s the conference championship, and I’m on the edge of my seat, just thinking about what will happen if they make it to the Superbowl. I might die of excitement.

  There’s one minute left on the clock, and the other team is ten yards from a touchdown. If they can just get past the goal line, that team will take the lead and the win.

  The clock starts and the boys all go. The rival QB’s thrown the ball, and he’s tossed it off to the tight end who’s making a rush for the goal line. He’s so focused on getting there, he doesn’t notice Jameson coming right for him like a freight train.

  Shit, shit, shit! Jameson’s not going to make it. He’s not fast enough.

  I resist the urge to close my eyes and cross my fingers. I can’t watch but I have to.

  But then Jameson speeds up. He slams into the tight end. Their bodies fall to the ground, but the other man reaches out the ball holding it towards the goal line like a spear. Time slows down as they fall. Then boom. Their bodies hit the ground and the whole stadium is hushed.

  The ball is one inch from the goal line!

  The clock runs out. The entire stadium goes wild. This means we’re going to the fucking Superbowl! They did it!

  *****

  I’m waiting for Jameson where I always do, in the hallway outside the locker room. I’m so anxious to see him. He must be insanely jazzed about the fact that in a couple of weeks him and his team are going to be playing in the biggest games of the year.

  I hear the locker room door opening and see Jameson coming down the way. I give him an excited wave. Usually, I wait until he reaches me, but, today, I can’t contain my excitement, and I run over to him. I jump into his arms. He catches me with ease

  “You did it!” I scream.

  He laughs, spinning me around. I throw my arms around him, squeezing as tight as I can muster.

  “We did, baby. We did.”

  I’m so god damn proud of him. He’s worked so hard to be the best player he can be, and it’s paid off.

  “We need to celebrate!”

  He chuckles again, this time putting me down. “I one hundred percent agree, but Coach Kramer asked me to give an interview before I leave. He wants me to talk about the game a little bit.”

  “Yeah, go ahead. I’m sure you’ll knock it out of the park.”

  He takes my hand and leads me outside. There’s a whole host of reporters all them asking all types of questions.

  “One at a time please!” Jameson requests. They don’t really take his advice and keep clamoring over one another. “I’ll say,” he just starts, not really answering one question, but addressing everyone, “the game was great, and I’m excited to be going to the Superbowl with my team. It’s a hell of a way to spend my first full season.”

  “What about the wedding? Is it going to happen after the season?”

  Jameson points to whoever asked the question rather excitedly. “The wedding, yes! Actually, Jenny and I here are married. We eloped last weekend because I literally could not wait to be married to this perfect person over here.” He pulls me into him even tighter. “We’re
still planning on having a big to-do, so our friends and family can come, but this is us officially announcing that we are married.”

  I was beyond surprised when Jameson out-of-the-blue said we should get married. We were sitting, watching nothing in particular. I was on the verge of falling asleep, and he just said it.

  “Want to get married?” he asked me. I thought he meant in general, so of course, I said yes, but it soon dawned on me he wanted to do it right then. It was a whir of emotions and running around. Honestly, the one thing I really remember is that I was happy beyond compare.

  “Jenny, are you disappointed with eloping?”

  I’m so taken by surprise by the question. I couldn’t dream of being disappointed about the fact that I’m married to Jameson.

  “Of course not. I wanted to marry him, and I couldn’t be happier. Both of our families were there, so there really isn’t much more I could have asked for. And we’re still having a bigger wedding, so what’s there to be disappointed about.”

  “What about that business with Carrie Adams? Are you happy with the public apology she issued?”

  I hadn’t even thought about it really. There were all types of coverage on it given the legal case Jameson brought against her, but I didn’t even want to watch it because I didn’t care.

  “Carrie doesn’t really matter to me. I’ve moved on with my life, and I think she has too.” I’m happy with the settlement, though. I guess it’s a lesson in actions having consequences. Everything was private, more of her family saving face. But I’m using the money to support my friends at Maggiano’s restaurant. I decided to join on as a silent partner.

  It wasn’t a huge sum of money, but it was enough to sting Carrie’s pride and finances. And enough to keep ‘our’ restaurant in business with a new advertising budget. Jameson was more than on board with our plan. Maggiano’s has become a constant spot for us. Gio and Maria even set up a spot in the back, so we can come and go without people seeing us.

  The reporters drift off, finding another player to hound with questions. Since they’re all gone, I turn to Jameson and give him a quick peck.

  “Congrats on winning. I don’t think I’ve said that yet.”

  “Thanks, but I don’t really care about winning anymore. You’re the real prize, babe.”

  I swat him on the arm because he can be so corny sometimes. But I love it. And I love him.

  “Oh, you just want me for my lucky charms,” I tease, wiggling my eyebrows.

  “I just want you. Luck be damned. I doubt it’s even real.”

  Oh, really?!

  “I’m not so sure about that. I feel pretty lucky to have you.” I take his hand and place it over my stomach. “And I feel pretty luck to be having your baby.”

  He looks down at his hand and then back up at me, alternating until he finally gets it. “This is happening? For real, for real?”

  “Yes, I’m for real, for real pregnant,” I emphasize.

  “Oh my God, you’re pregnant!” He looks into the crowd of people and starts pulling me. He stops by each little crowd telling anyone who will pay attention that we’re about to be parents.

  Dear God, I may have created a monster.

  “Come on, I need to take you home to ‘rest,’” he says to me. I know exactly what that means. We won’t be resting. At least not for a few hours

  *****

  We’re back in our apartment, and Jameson is immediately on top of me. He pushes me up against the door, parting my legs with his knee.

  “You are absolutely gorgeous,” Jameson comments, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

  “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  He lets out a light chuckle before spinning me around and pressing into me. My body goes almost flat against the wall, and I feel his erection on my ass. It feels like a promise of good things to come.

  I feel his fingers go underneath the hem of my pants and underwear, pulling them both down. His hands slide up my legs and cup my butt, giving it a good squeeze.

  “Do you know you have the absolute best ass I have ever seen? Just beautiful.” He gives me a light smack, and then I hear him taking a few steps back. The sound of his belt coming undone, his pants hitting the floor titillates and thrills me.

  His body is back on mine, and he swiftly enters me, pushing me further into the wall. He grabs my hand and slams them onto the wall, intertwining our fingers while he fucks me from behind. Each stroke penetrates deeper and deeper until it feels like I’m being torn in half from the inside, but in a good way. My toes curl with pleasure. Hot white embers are stoked in my center. My whole being is ablaze.

  I throw my head back, feeling my body tense up right before the release. It all flows out of me, and then I feel Jameson spilling into me. His other hand grabs my breast, and he comes. I hear his grunts from behind me as he makes a few more lazy pumps.

  We both take a few seconds to catch our breath before Jameson pulls himself out of me. The two of us pull our underwear back on. I’m leaning back against the door, looking at him. He’s absolutely perfect, and he’s mine.

  His hands go around my waist, and he picks me up, my legs wrapping around him.

  “We’re going to be motherfucking parents!” he yells.

  I cup his cheeks and kiss him, so happy that this is where my life has led me.

  It literally could not be any better and I feel super blessed.

  Extended Epilogue

  Jenny

  Jameson and I are rushing up to the suite we rented for our honeymoon. We landed about an hour ago on some remote island where no one can bother us in the slightest. After winning the Superbowl, it was almost impossible to get away from the press. Jameson had to go to all these functions and meet all these people, and, of course, I tagged along. The minute he knew we would have some free time is when we booked our second wedding.

  It was still a pretty small affair – we decided to have it on my parent’s farm. His entire football team was there, my family, his family, and a few other people. Everything was absolutely perfect. And we get to say that our little one was technically there which has me ecstatic. It’s still a couple of months until my due date, but the two of us are ready.

  “We’re here!” Jameson announces.

  He drove us from the private airport we touched down at. He insisted he does all the driving while I’m carrying our child. I told him me driving the ‘vette or me driving at all is in no way a health hazard, but he’s become wildly cautious.

  It’s a little funny, even if he can also be annoying.

  I follow my husband out of the car and into the ocean front suite he’s rented. It so cute and quaint and the perfect place for the two of us to have a honeymoon. It’s very private with gorgeous views and little noise except the hissing and slapping of waves on the beach.

  “Okay, so there are a lot of steps, so be careful.” Jameson is literally leading me like I’m a child.

  “While this is great practice for the baby on the way, I know how to walk.”

  “I know, but there’s nothing wrong with being careful.”

  Oh, merciful God in heaven!

  I think it might be better to just silently deal with this. I’ve brought up conversations with him over his protectiveness, but he can’t quite wrap his head around it. All in all though, he’s been pretty great throughout this pregnancy.

  “So, here it is, our getaway for the week. What do you think?”

  I look around at the suite. It’s fully furnished with light, cool colors with gold accents, and so cute. I got a look at the outdoors on our drive here, and I can’t wait to explore the surrounding nature. Living in the city, sometimes I miss places like this.

  “It’s perfect.”

  “Oh, that’s good to hear,” Jameson sighs. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it because I bought it as a wedding present. I thought we could spend vacations here. Bring the kids.”

  “Kids?” I smile.

  “If we have more,” he b
acktracks.

  I don’t mind the comment. In fact, I’m so happy he wants more kids, maybe. I’m also happy that he bought this whole place for us. He knows how much I love getting out of the city, and he got us a place just to do that.

  “We’re going to have so much fun here,” I comment, stepping further in.

  “That’s the plan,” Jameson says, stepping next to me and putting his arm around my shoulders. “Oh shit! I didn’t carry you across the threshold!”

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “No, we’re doing this right, back outside,” he motions.

  I sigh, but do what he wants, following him back. He’s left the door open, and, once we’re back outside, Jameson lifts me and carries my very pregnant body into the living room.

  But he doesn’t put me down. We keep going until we reach the couch. He gently places me on the cushions and kneels next to me.

  “Why don’t you allow me to massage you a little?”

  “Okay,” I nod.

  Jameson stands up and removes his suit jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeve. He has me sit up, so he can sit down right behind me. He starts with my shoulders, kneading away any tension. I quietly moan with pleasure as his hands travel all over my body. He pulls up my dress, exposing my legs. His fingers press into the tops of my thighs. Soon, he’s at the edge of my panties, skimming the outside. I arch my back slightly, little zaps of electricity traveling up my body.

  “Oh, baby,” I sigh.

  He keeps going, sneaking his finger into my underwear and rubbing over my folds. I let out a long, high-pitched mewl when he skirts over my clit. He pays more attention to it, starting with soft and slow circles, building into something more aggressive.

  I pant, my nails digging into the sofa beneath me. My ass grinds down into Jameson’s pelvis, his erection poking into my cheeks. I can’t help but think about him inside of me. I pull at his waist and undo his pants. Pushing them down, his erection springs forth. Long and hard, the sight of his shaft makes my pussy ache. I’m wet and ready for him.