Fine Line: An Enemies To Lovers Romance

by Rachel M Storm

  "And what about romance son. I've not heard you talk about a woman in your life." Dad asks as we make our way to my car.

  I laugh before answering. "There haven't really been any women who I consider to have been serious with," I tell him honestly.

  "Oh, not even that Parkinson girl Lori?" He says before giving a laugh of his own. "You two always said you hated each other but your mother could always see it for what it really was." He continues after his laughter dies down.

  "What?" I say. Again, I'm surprised. I don't remember giving any other vibe or feeling anything but hatred towards Lori. Well at least until last night.

  "Yeah, every time you would come into the house furious and shouting that you hated Lorianne Parkinson, your mother always laughed and said that one day you and that girl would get married." He says, smiling more to himself than to me.

  "That's just crazy!" I say as I put the car into drive, heading toward our old house.

  "I guess that means you still hate Lorianne Parkinson?" He asks in a mocking tone.

  I hesitate for a few seconds before answering by saying; "Of course I still hate her." Even as the words leave my lips I feel the lie in them.

  "Is she still living here?" He asks, continuing with his line of questioning.

  "She's not living here anymore but she's here right now, visiting her parents." I tell him.

  "Oh, what about Johnny. Are you two still such good friends?"

  "Yeah, we're still friends. He actually helped me start my business. He used to spend every weekend working non stop with me until I could afford to hire people to help me." I tell him.

  "Some friend you have there, son." He says.

  "Yeah," I answer.

  Lorianne is driving into their driveway just as I park in ours. Our eyes briefly meet when she climbs out of her mother's car and that fatal attraction is suddenly back. Her eyes move from mine and lands on my father who is busy unloading his bag from the trunk and that's when her features change. She comes marching towards us, hair flying in a rage. I've not seen her display this much anger since she thought I burned her special edition comic books. She still doesn’t know this but I never burned those comics, I only told her I did. They are still hidden in my childhood bedroom.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" Her question is directed to my father and her words are laced with venom.

  "I…" Just like me, my father is speechless.

  "You better not be here to hurt him again. If you do I'll personally make your life hell!" She says before turning and marching back to her house. Leaving both me and my father stunned into silence.

  "And you say you hate each other," my father finally says just as Lori slams the door behind her.

  Well then shit. I didn't know she knew all that's happened between me and my dad and I didn't know she cared.

  But now there's one more thing that I've figured out.

  Lorianne Parkinson is fucking hot when she's angry.

  Chapter Seven

  Lorianne

  "Lori honey, is that you?" I hear my mother's worried voice after I slam the front door behind me.

  I have no idea what in the hell possessed me to confront Gage's dad like that. One minute I was getting hot and bothered by the look Gage was giving me and the next minute I was being consumed by red hot rage at the sight of his father.

  "Did you know that Mr. Roberts is back?" I ask as soon as I see my mother Who's looking worried.

  "Oh my, no I didn't know." Mom answers with wide, worried eyes.

  "Well he is, I just saw him and Gage unpacking outside," I say as I move toward the kitchen window to see if they're still out there.

  "Lorianne Parkinson, get away from that window. It's rude to look at people through windows." My mom sounds outraged.

  "Sorry," I say before closing the curtain back up. They're not outside anymore.

  "I just hope he doesn't hurt Gage again, he's such a good boy and doesn't deserve anymore heartache." Mom's words slightly bring back my anger.

  "Exactly!" I agree.

  "I thought you said you still hated Gage," Mom says, the worry on her face replaced by a sly smile.

  "I… I do." My words come out hesitant, which turns my mother's smile into a grin.

  "Okay honey," mom says.

  "Okay, I'll be in my room if you need me," I say, taking the opportunity to run away from what's sure to be a conversation about me and Gage.

  I'm about to make my way up stairs when I realize that I forgot all my shopping bags in the car. I got so angry that all I could think about was Mr. Roberts being back and hurting Gage again.

  Groaning, I turn and walk back out of the house towards the car. I'm busy unloading the shopping bags from the backseat when Gage's intoxicating scent invades my nostrils. God, the man smells like heaven drizzled chocolate.

  "What do you want, Gage?” I ask, trying my best to sound unaffected by him as I turn to look at him, carrying the shopping bags.

  "Has anyone told you that you're fucking hot when you're angry?" His question catches me by surprise and I'm momentarily stunned into silence. All I can do is stare into those green eyes of his that are silently promising to do naughty things to me.

  "Gage, you can't keep doing this," I finally say before turning to close the car door.

  "I can't keep doing what, Lori?" His voice is filled with an emotion I'm too scared to place.

  "You can't keep confusing me, Gage." I snap. Taking a deep breath, I continue. “All I’ve known since we met is how to hate you. And now you’re fucking with both my emotions and hormones.” I decide to say. He needs to know how I feel about this whole thing and he needs to stop.

  “This might be confusing us both Lori, but it's fun too and I’m addicted to fun,” he says, his voice a seductive tone that works its way down my body.

  Jesus, this conversation is not going the way I wanted. I was hoping he would say ‘Okay Lori, let's go back to hating each other’. Instead all he’s doing is making me want to jump him right here and now.

  "Ugh, I just can't with you!" I say when words fail me.

  I start to leave but he steps in front of me, blocking my way before pulling me towards him. I would like to say that I resisted and pushed him away but that’s not the case. Instead of resisting him like I should, my traitorous body goes to him willingly. He kisses me long and hard and it's all I can do not to moan so loud that the whole neighborhood hears me. His tongue works its way into my mouth and starts doing the tango with mine. The hunger I feel in his touch and kiss makes me throb in the most inappropriate part of my body.

  He suddenly lets me go and the loss of his touch leaves me wanting more. My eyes are still closed, waiting for… I’m not sure what the hell it is I’m waiting for but all I know is my body is craving it.

  “Good night Lori,” My eyes pop open at that. What in the ever-loving hell? Did he really just do that and leave me here like an idiot?

  Anger works its way up my spine for the second time in a short while as I glare at his smirking face as he closes the door to his parent’s house.

  That fucking, teasing prick!

  “I hate you, Gage Roberts!” I shout in frustration before walking angrily back into the house and slamming the door behind me again.

  “What happened now?” I hear my mother ask.

  “I just hate that jerk!” I say as I walk past her not wanting to explain any further. I can’t very well tell my mother that Gage just kissed me stupid then left me hanging.

  “Dinner will be ready in an hour,” Mom says just as I start ascending the stairs.

  After what just happened I’ve honestly lost my appetite and all I want to do right now is lock myself in my room and contemplate Gage's death. I will get him back for being the jerk face he is.

  After spending almost thirty minutes plotting in my room, I realize just what a big mistake it is to be thinking about Gage because all that's running through my mind is the way he kissed me earlier and the way he fucked
me last night. I'm now a horny mess and I didn't even bring Mr. Buzzer, my trusty vibrator.

  I start to rummage through the few shopping bags to get my mind of all things Gage. When I go through the bag filled with sexy underwear, a wicked idea pops into my head. If Gage wants to be a tease, then two can play that game.

  Grabbing my phone I text my brother, asking for Gage's number. His reply is quick.

  Johnny: Why do you need his number?

  Me: For payback.

  Johnny: Do I even want to know?

  Me: Nope… So are you going to give me the number or not?

  Johnny: Only if you promise not to tell him you got them from me

  Me: Okay, I promise

  My brother sends me Gage's number after that and I start to put my naughty plan into motion.

  Quickly changing into one of the new lacy underwear, I start taking a few selfies. After choosing a few pics I start to send them to Gage but my thumb hovers over the send button as hesitation hits me hard. I’m playing with fire and I’m sure to get burned. I shouldn't be entertaining him, I should just ignore him and show him that I don't want to play this confusing game.

  Maybe sending these pictures of me in sexy undies isn't such a good idea.

  The sudden ping of my phone startles me, causing me to unintentionally hit the send button.

  Jesus!

  "No no no no!” I say as panic starts to take me over. Shit, I had actually changed my mind about this. Peeking at my screen, I see the moment the two message ticks turn blue, proof that he's actually just seen the pictures I just sent.

  My phone immediately starts ringing and I drop it like it just burned my hand.

  Oh fuck my life! Why me!?

  Taking another peek at the screen I see his number flashing, mocking me for my stupidity. Why oh why did I think I can do this?

  The phone finally stops ringing and I breathe a sigh of relief. My relief is not long lived because the phone starts ringing again and of course, it's Gage’s number that's flashing on my screen again.

  “I should have known that he wouldn't give up after one unanswered phone,” I sigh.

  I decide to switch my phone off after Gage’s fourth attempt at calling me. I can't deal or face him after what I just did. I would give my left boob to take back sending those pictures to him.

  “Lori honey, dinner is ready,” My mom’s voice startles me at the other side of my closed bedroom door.

  “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute!” I say as I quickly grab my clothes and put them back on. I eye my phone on the bed and decide to leave it off. Gage has proven to be persistent and I don't want to be dealing with him while I’m at the dinner table with my parents.

  Making my way down the stairs, I decide to try and forget about Gage and everything that has been happening between us and concentrate on having a nice drama free dinner with my parents.

  “Something smells divine!” I say as soon as I step into the dining room where both my parents are seated. "Johnny not joining us tonight?" I ask as I take a seat.

  "No, he said that he needed some rest tonight." Mom is the one to answer.

  "Oh okay," I say.

  "Let's say grace ladies so we can dig in," Dad says and we bow our heads as he prays.

  "I've missed your home cooked meals ma," I say as I start piling my plate with mouthwatering food.

  "You should-" the front door bell rings, cutting off whatever my mother was about to say.

  A frown forms on my face as I look at my watch and see that it's actually quite late for us to be getting any visitors. "You guys expecting company?" I ask.

  "Oh, that must be Gage and his father." Dad's answer as he stands from the table has me choking on air.

  "What?" The shock, panic and surprise I'm feeling right now is evident in my voice.

  "Yeah, we invited them over for dinner honey." Mom tells me, that sly smile forming on her face.

  "Oh for fuck's sake, why me!" I say softly, making sure my mother doesn't hear me.

  Can my embarrassing night get any worse? So much for spending a drama free dinner with my parents. Instead it looks like I will be having dinner with the man I sent half naked pictures of myself to not an hour ago and his father whom I yelled at not three hours ago.

  No, seriously, fuck my life!

  "Good evening folks!" Gage's deep voice has me reddening and cringing in my seat.

  "Welcome," mom says, sounding friendly.

  "Hi Carol, it's good to see you." Gage's dad says as he takes a seat on my left. My whole body stiffens when Gage takes a seat on my right. I refuse to look at him but I can feel his gaze on me.

  "Good to see you too, how are you?" Mom asks.

  "Better than I was since you last saw me," Mr. Parkinson sounds ashamed as he answers.

  "I'm just happy you are better, we've missed you." Mom sounds sincere.

  "How have you been, Lorianne?" Mr. Robert's question has me stiffening and I I try my best to suppress the anger that's rising deep within me.

  "I'm fine," I manage to say without sounding snarky. I just can't help the anger I have towards him. Leaving his son to grieve his mother alone was a really shitty thing to do and I wish it on no one. Not even Gage who is...was (I'm not so sure which anymore) my sworn enemy.

  "That's good," he says.

  "Red is a really good colour on you, Lori." Gage whispers after leaning in close to my ear and I feel myself go a thousand different shades of scarlet because I'm not sure if he's referring to my blushing face or the underwear I was wearing when I sent him the pictures.

  "I know," I say equally soft, my whisper is filled with false confidence and bravado.

  I finally brave a look at him and the smoldering look I come face to face with has me wanting to fan myself. God, how have I missed how freaking sexy this man is all these years. He has me hot for him with just a look.

  "We need to talk about you sending me dick hardening pics of you then ignoring my calls," he whispers again and I choke on the coke I just sipped causing everyone at the table to look our way.

  He did not just say that!

  "Sorry, wrong pipe." I say. Luckily that's explanation enough for my parents and Mr. Roberts. Once everyone is back to their conversation, I look back at Gage who's smirking down at me. "No, we don't need to talk about anything," I say, still feigning sass when in truth, I'm hot and bothered not to mention embarrassed.

  The look that he gives me tells me that I'm in trouble and about to get punished.

  He clears his throat once before speaking. "If you'll excuse us, Lorianne and I need to talk in private," he says before standing from his chair.

  "What? No we don't!" I can hear the defiance in my own voice.

  "Sure, you two kids go ahead." Mom is the one who speaks up, that sly smile back on her lips.

  "I don't have anything to say to you jerk face," I say, folding my arms on my chest like a petulant child. Gage lifts his eyebrow in challenge and I do the same, giving him that 'fuck you, you can't touch me look'.

  He sighs before bending and lifting me out of my chair like the freaking barbarian he is.

  "Let me go you big ape!" I screech as he throws me over his shoulder.

  He doesn't even bother to answer me, all he does is start walking out of the dining room with me firmly on his shoulder.

  "Dad, are you going to let him manhandle me like this," I shout just as Gage walks toward our front door with me firmly placed on his shoulder.

  "Have a nice talk, kids!" Dad yells back and his words are followed by laughter from the other two as Gage opens and closes the door behind him

  Oh, you have to be freaking kidding me!

  “Where the hell are you taking me?” I ask feigning outrage but deep inside I’m giddy and excited to see where this is going.

  “I’m taking you somewhere, where we can have privacy.” He says, not even sounding out of breath from carrying me.

  A door suddenly opens and I realize that he’s brought us to his h
ouse. He kicks the door closed. My body is alive, sensitive and aware by the time he slides me off his shoulder.

  "What barbaric bullshit was that?" I ask and yet again like before, my words lack the bite intended.

  I'm about to say something but I'm cut off by his soft but rough lips crashing on mine, killing any and all words that had the potential to come through my mouth.

  God, why are this man's kisses so Goddamn mind numbing?

  His hands make their way under my shirt, exploring my body in a rough but gentle way that's driving me absolutely insane with want and lust. He breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me clad in the red bra I wore earlier to get my revenge on him before bringing them down on mine again, this time the kiss is more urgent.

  "Jesus, Lori!" He groans as his lips finally leave mine and I groan in frustration from the sudden loss.

  "Yes?" My response is a raspy, low moan as I look up into his hooded, lust filled eyes. My body is screaming with pleasure at the way he’s pinning me against the door with his hips.

  “You drive me fucking insane,” he says as he dips his head into the crook of my neck, sucking and kissing a trail down my neck toward my chest. “Especially when you sent me those pictures.” He continues just before skillfully unclipping my bra.

  Speechless, that’s what I am right now. Never in my life did I expect to hear Gage Roberts say those words to me with so much passion. Yes, he’s said that I drive him crazy before but it has always been out of annoyance.

  I start to lift my hands to run them through his hair but he grabs them before they reach their destination and pins them above my head in one of his. “Ha ah, I’m the one giving the pleasure tonight,” he whispers in my ear as his free hand goes into my jeans.

  “Oh, God!” I moan out loud when he starts massaging my clit with skillful fingers.

  “Yes baby, scream for me,” he says before I feel two fingers entering my now soaking wet pussy. He starts moving his fingers in a come hither motion and it doesn't take long for my body to reach its peak. My orgasm hits me so hard that I immediately feel my knees going weak, if he wasn't pinning me against the door, I would melt into a puddle at his feet.