Love to Hate You: An Enemies to Lovers, Best Friend's Brother Romantic Comedy (The Fillmores Book 2)

by Melissa Schroeder

  I slip my hand beneath her ass—Jesus, her ass—and pull back from her kiss as I stumble out of the kitchen and down the hall to her room. All the way, she’s pressing that dangerous mouth against my skin. The scrape of teeth against my neck, then the lick. We fall together on her bed and I pull up from her. In all the years I’ve known her, she has always been pretty. Not in the common way, but in a way that stops people in the street so they can have a better look. When she does herself up for formal events, she definitely causes a stir. But this right here, with her hair a wild tangle across the bed and her skin flushed with excitement. This right here, this is the Nancy I loved.

  “You’re sure?”

  She rolls those amazing blue eyes. “Yes, Travis. I practically shoved my tongue down your throat.”

  Relief rushes through me. “Thank fuck,” I say as I dip my head for another taste of her mouth.

  I tangle my tongue with hers, enjoying her frenzied response. It matches my need on so many levels. I run my hand through her hair, wanting to feel her silky tresses in my fingers. Soon, though, her mouth isn’t enough. I need to taste every inch of her luscious flesh. I pull back again and kiss my way over to her ear, tugging on the lobe, teasing it between my teeth. She presses up against me, her legs tightening around my waist, which presses her pussy against my groin. I almost lose it, but I scrape my teeth against the sensitive flesh of her neck. She moans, the sound spiraling through my senses, pushing me close to the edge. I kiss my way down her throat, gently rubbing my face against her flesh. God, I love the feel of it against my lips, the taste of it…nothing compares to it. She giggles and I stop to look up at her. The joyous sound resonates through me, all the way down to my soul. She makes me so damned happy from just her laugh. Her eyes sparkle with laughter and lust.

  “Your beard tickles.”

  I smile. “Just wait until I get a taste of that sweet pussy. You’ll have a whole new appreciation for how my beard feels.”

  Her eyes flair as I lift off her, enough to help her take off her shirt and bra. God almighty, her breasts. She’s not huge but she’s just perfect for me, a handful and perfectly tipped with hard, pink nipples. I cup one, running my thumb over the tip. Her eyes close and she hums. Freaking hums. I lean down to lick one as I take the other between my fingers, plucking it until she moans. If I ever had a doubt, it has been demolished in this one moment. No woman sounds like that when she’s unsure. No, she wants me just as much as I want her.

  Heat twines through my blood as I kiss my way down her body. I can’t get enough of her. I know I never will. With each inch of flesh I uncover, I crave more. She smells of peaches—the scented lotion I know she uses—and sin. I unbutton her shorts, then unzip them before slipping them down her legs. Oh, fuck me, she’s wearing a thong. For a moment, my brain quits working. Just seeing that little scrap of black material short circuits my entire body. I can only stare as my cock twitches, pressing even harder against the zipper of my jeans. I dreamed of this moment for a long time, but now that it is here, I know that my imagination is crap. No dream could live up to her like this.

  The gentle flare of her hips, the way her skin looks against the grey comforter and black material of her thong, she’s a fucking masterpiece. The day god made her, he definitely was working overtime. And, I shove that thought aside because the things I want to do to her body are far from godly. There’s a little wet spot on her thong that tells me everything I need to know. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils. My cock aches; need making my toes curl, but I fight it off. Right now, I need to taste her, to feel her come on my tongue. I want the taste of her in my mouth the moment I thrust into her for the first time. I yank the silky material down her legs, then toss them behind me. She lays on her bed, completely naked. God she’s perfect for me. She’s not skinny by any means, and I like that about her. She’s all round curves and soft flesh. Each part of her calls to me, but right now, I only want a taste of her sweet cunt. I place a hand on each of her thighs, spreading her legs. Her pussy lips drip with arousal.

  Leaning forward, I lick her from the bottom to the very top of her slit, teasing her clit just enough to draw another moan from her. The taste of her dances over my tongue. Sweet and tart at the same time, just like the woman herself. Her need is so potent, I feel dizzy from just one taste sample.

  “Damn, you taste like heaven.”

  “Travis,” but she doesn’t finish whatever she was going to say. I press my mouth against her again, slipping my tongue inside her pussy. God, she is definitely the tastiest treat I’ve had in my life. I fuck her with my tongue, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. She’s beyond wet, her juices are all over my face and my beard, and I don’t give a damn. In fact, I revel in it. I slip my fingers inside of her, curling them up, as I drag my tongue over her clit. She threads her fingers through my hair urging me to continue. That one little gesture has my entire body vibrating with need. I’ll be amazed if I can last until I get inside of her. For the first time in over a decade, I’m in danger of coming in my pants. Thankfully, it doesn’t take her long. I hum against the little bundle of nerves while adding a third finger. She comes hard, bowing up off the bed and screaming my name. It’s music to my ears.

  I give her one last lick, savoring the sweet taste of her before I scramble off the bed and undress. Grabbing a condom out of my wallet before joining her back on the bed. My hands are shaking as I open the wrapper, then roll the condom on. I join her back on the bed where she still lies, shivering from her release. I am barely holding onto my control as I center my cock at her entrance.

  “Nancy.”

  Her eyes flutter open. The moment we make eye contact, my soul vibrates with happiness, as if everything in my world is right. Solid. I ease into her—her hot, wet core clamping down on my cock.

  “Fuck,” I grind out. Each inch I work inside of her tight cunt has me ready to lose it. By the time I’m all the way inside of her, I think I might have died and gone to heaven. Nothing has ever felt as perfect as her inner muscles clamping tight around my dick. I hold myself still, enjoying the connection to her. Her pussy pulses around my dick. My eyes roll back as pleasure surges through me. Nothing ever felt as good before this moment. She contracts her inner muscles and I shiver again.

  Then I start moving. Slow and easy at first, but soon, I can’t hold back. Faster and more frenzied, I plunge into her, my movements causing the headboard to slam against the wall. I’m close, so close I can taste it along with her arousal that now coats my tongue.

  Our connection strengthens each time I drive deep inside of her. Her total surrender, all those amazing little sounds she’s making, I lose myself in the feeling of accepting my total surrender to her. I lick my lips, enjoying that taste of her there, knowing that I gave her that pleasure. But I want her there again. With me.

  “Come for me again, Nancy.” It’s a plea ripped from my soul and, apparently, she hears me. In the next instant, she comes again, screaming out as her pussy clamps down on my cock, drawing me deeper into her hot, wet center. I can do nothing but lose myself then. My orgasm slams through me, my entire body shuddering from the force of it. It seemingly goes on forever before I collapse down on her. She doesn’t complain though. Instead, she holds me closer and kisses my temple. My heart is galloping out of control, and I feel a little dizzy.

  “That was kind of…” Words seem to fail her.

  “Yeah.” I pull up a little so I can look at her. She’s always been my dream, the one woman I compare all others to. She’s physically breathtaking, but more than that, she has the most beautiful soul. Making love blew past all of my preconceived notions. She is THE one. And she lays there, completely naked, completely sure of herself, wearing only a smile. It makes me grin.

  “What?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “Nothing. I just…fuck, you made me so happy.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise, which makes me want to kick myself. Jesus, what kind of an ass have I been that she�
�s surprised by the compliment? There’s a sheen of tears that I know she is fighting against. Nancy doesn’t like showing her soft side.

  I lean down and brush my mouth over hers. “Thank you.”

  She slips her hands over my shoulders and pulls me closer. “Right back at you.”

  The easy moment brightens my day even more. I settle down beside her, pulling her closer and snuggling. We lay like that for a few moments, but I know I need to get up. I force myself to so that I can get rid of the condom. When I return from the bathroom, she’s already sleeping, curled up on her side facing me. This room gets very little late afternoon sun, but it’s enough to cast a dreamy light in the room. Or is that me? Am I seeing what I want to see because I’ve wanted this for so long? I don’t really care. Why would I when I have her with me now?

  I stand there staring at her, waiting for the regret to hit me. It doesn’t. I can’t regret what was the most amazing moment of our relationship—probably of my life. I approach the bed; she lets out a little snore and her hand reaches out to my side of the bed.

  Jesus, my side of the bed. That should scare me and if it was any other woman, it would. Yeah, I’m not letting her say this is a one-time thing. I know we have a lot to talk about, but right now, she needs her rest. I slip into the bed next to her and pull her into my arms. She grumbles sleepily, then settles against me, her hand over my heart. She fits against me perfectly.

  We definitely need to discuss what this means, but for right now, this is enough.

  Chapter Twenty

  Nancy

  A short time later, I stir, waking up slowly. I blink against the darkness in the room. It’s not that dark, but just dark enough to leave me disoriented. I get a sense that it isn’t very late out. Confusion swamps me. My brain is sluggish like I went out drinking, and I know I didn’t because I only day drink with Syd. I shift my weight and my foot comes into contact with something hard.

  “Ow, fuck, Nancy, that was my shin,” Travis grumbles from behind me. His voice is deep and sexy, and I feel his breath feather over my neck. I look down and notice that his arm is wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. I wiggle and he groans.

  “Are you trying to kill me?”

  I smile, delicious warmth winding through my entire body. His mouth presses against the back of my neck and I shiver. Immediately, my hormones are humming just beneath the surface. I have never been ashamed of my sexuality, but I have often thought I missed the mark somewhere along the line. The connection just didn’t seem to be there. That is until Travis slammed his mouth down on mine.

  I shift a little away from Travis, then turn over so I’m facing him. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. There is no hiding his erection nestled against my mound. My pussy clenches in anticipation. She’s turned into a greedy bitch. I can feel his heart start to race and I look at him. He’s watching me through half-lidded eyes, just a hint of his chocolate eyes showing.

  “So, I guess we both had the hots for each other,” I say. Okay, it’s lame but the way he’s watching me is making me nervous, which then makes me say awkward things.

  “I guess you could say that,” he says, as he dips his head to give me a quick kiss, then nibbles on my bottom lip. God, he’s so pretty, and sweet. A man who can make me hot and steal my heart is dangerous, and that is definitely Travis.

  “How do we handle this?”

  He lets one eyebrow rise up and just stares at me. “Handle what?” he finally asks.

  “Well, I mean…this makes things much more complicated.”

  “It could.” He nips at my lower lip again as he skims his hands down my back to my ass. He urges me closer. I know I’m getting wetter by the minute.

  “It does, Travis. It gets in the way of the show. On my decision about the show.”

  He pulls back slightly and looks down at me. I expect him to get mad, to tell me that by sleeping with him it makes me libel or some bullshit like that. Instead, he says, “This has nothing to do with that. I’ve wanted you forever and I just finally took a chance.”

  I blink. “Forever?”

  “Your confusion makes me feel a little bit better about my crush.”

  “Oh, that. I knew you had a crush on me when you were younger. I just thought you grew out of it.”

  He snorts. “That would be a no. In fact, it got worse when we started the show.”

  That little tidbit of information makes me feel a little better. It doesn’t assuage any of my worries, though. “Which makes me go back to the issue.”

  “There is no issue. There’s us. There’s the show.”

  “But…”

  “Listen, I know you don’t know what you want to do about the show. I get that. I deserve that. This. You and me right here and now. That has nothing to do with the show, with anything other than the fact that you are the tastiest treat I have had in my life.”

  “And you promise this had nothing to do with the show?”

  He studies me for a long moment, and I start to regret asking the question. “Right now, you are not on the show. You left me, abandoned me because of my own stupidity. That’s today. It might be tomorrow. But the truth is that I’ll never not want you, Nancy. Especially after I have had a taste of you.”

  He licks his lips as if savoring it. I knew he was a sensual man, but I had no idea. And this was just one time. All he has to do is lick his lips and my pussy is clenching and growing damper by the minute.

  I give him a small smile and his eyes flare, the depths of the deep brown color darkening. His cock pulses against my pussy. I’m so embarrassingly wet now.

  “I don’t like doing things without a plan.”

  He chuckles, the rich sound sending little bursts of heat through my entire system. It’s something we argued about on a regular basis on the show. It’s not like he doesn’t do plans, Travis just prefers to be a little bit more spontaneous. “Yeah, I know, but you always forget something important about me.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m good at improvising.”

  As if to prove his point, he rolls over on his back taking me with him so that I am straddling his hips. I sit up, causing my pussy to press harder against his erection. He half growls/half groans. The sound is so damned sexy I shiver.

  “God, maybe that was a mistake,” he says with a laugh, although it sounds pained.

  “Are you actually admitting that I’m right?”

  He settles his hands against my hips. “I wouldn’t say that.”

  I laugh and twist my hips. He growls again, rising up and I expect him to roll us over. Instead, he skims his hands up my back, as he nips at my lips. Then he stops and just stares at me. It goes on for so long that I have to fight the urge to look away.

  “What?”

  He sighs, the sound filled with sensual longing. “You’re stunning.”

  I roll my eyes, but he stops me. “I know that you know you are attractive. You have mirrors, but I don’t know if you really realize how brightly you shine from the inside out. You make everyone happier when you’re around them.” He kisses my chin. “You make me happier.”

  My throat feels clogged, my emotions burning to escape. I can’t expose myself, not now, maybe never, but I can show him how I feel. I cup his face and kiss him, leaving my eyes open as I take his mouth. It’s a slow, sensual treat. Pleasure fills me as I watch his eyes go blurry, then slide closed. This man, this incredible man.

  Soon, he tears his mouth away and places a kiss between my breasts, but I push him back. I want to play with the incredible body he has and if he touches me like that, I’ll lose my concentration.

  He falls back against the mattress and I slip down his body, taking his cock into my hand. I take it into my mouth, circling the swollen head with my tongue, enjoying the way he keeps groaning in pleasure. His hands are threading through my hair, urging me to take him deeper. I want him like this, to make him lose control. I continue to tease him, push him closer to the edge,
as I slip my hand down to his balls. One little caress and he groans, sitting up and grabbing me, pulling me away from his cock. He rolls us over the mattress, settling on top of me, frowning down at me.

  “Why did you do that? I wanted to taste you.”

  He closes his eyes and shudders. “You’re going to kill me.”

  I giggle. Travis opens his eyes, then his mouth curves seductively. I press my thighs together, but he shakes his head.

  “Time to exact some revenge. He moves down my body, presses my thighs apart. “Well, well, well. Someone is fucking wet.”

  Before I can comment, he settles his mouth on my pussy, his tongue swiping in. Oh, god, he has the most talented mouth, and that tongue…he should have to warn a woman before he uses it. It is dangerous to my sanity. As he continues to lap at my sensitive flesh, his presses his finger against my clit, and I almost fly over into pleasure. It’s right there, shimmering just in the distance. He’s using just enough pressure to drive me insane, my entire body shivering with the need to explode. The soft brush of his beard against my inner thighs and against my cunt increases the torment he’s causing. He pulls back and now it’s me frowning, looking at him as he licks his lips.

  “Not so much fun, now is it?’

  “I think I said I wanted to taste you. You did not give me that chance.”

  He shakes his head and leans over to grab a condom off the side table. Not sure where those came from, but I’m not going to complain. He rips one open and then slides it down his thick erection. He takes his time, his fingers gliding over the condom and his cock.

  “Like what you see?” he asks, lazy, sensual humor filling his voice.