Bad Duke_An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Emily Bishop

  I might be a bit of a greenhorn in that realm, too. I’d hate to embarrass myself more in front of Lorn. I’ve thrown myself at him twice in twelve hours already.

  He must think I’m so desperate.

  He lifts one perfect eyebrow at me. “I believe it was me who kissed you this time.”

  A blush heats my skin, but my cheeks have to be rosy already from the cold. Maybe he won’t be able to tell.

  “I guess you did, yeah.”

  “Would you like to see some waterfalls?”

  I’m grateful for the distraction. More than that, I’m grateful to Lorn for seeing my embarrassment and gliding right past it.

  “I would love that,” I say.

  He turns and walks along the edge of the lake. Snow, and then another noise. The slip of my boots on shale – tiny river stones peek through the snow, a rainbow of pastel colors. I scoop up a teal one, free it of snow, and slip it into my pocket.

  A little keepsake from my first day on the lake.

  I fall into step with Lorn, and we stroll in comfortable silence, enjoying the peace and quiet. I’m not sure I like it, entirely. It’s making me think. I haven’t divulged any information about why I’m here, and Lorn might suspect something fishy. If he does, he doesn’t seem to mind kissing me, at least.

  Larry Corker’s face swims along my vision. Maybe he did get out on good behavior, and he’s off living a dull, normal life.

  Maybe unicorns exist.

  “This way,” Lorn says, and I jump. His voice breaks my reverie and slices through the silence, and when he looks down at me, his gaze is confused.

  I must seem like a complete crazy person to this guy. Then again, he spends his time wandering the woods alone, so maybe I’m not the only one with a little bit of crazy going on. I wait for him to comment on my jumpy behavior, but he doesn’t.

  I kind of love that about him. Lorn doesn’t comment on my quirks. Rather, he seems to accept them in stride then simply moves on. We were kissing moments before, and you would never know. He sank right back into casual conversation, because he could tell it was what I wanted.

  Huh.

  I follow behind him as the path narrows, and I’m treated to the lovely sight of his broad back wrapped in that forest green plaid. I want to see his tattoos again, examine them. My gaze travels lower until it lands unapologetically on his perfectly sculpted ass. His legs are clearly muscular beneath his hiking pants. God, I’m undressing the man with my eyes while he’s not watching.

  How sleazy am I?

  I force my gaze off him and focus on our surroundings. The sound of trickling water reaches my ears, and before I know it, we’re walking alongside a little stream. Lorn leads the way, and the stream widens through the woods until we reach a small clearing. Before us, a waterfall cascades over slate-gray stones. Clean, clear water trickles into a small pond that feeds into the stream.

  I release a breath. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my time. I’ve been a socialite my whole life, and with wealth comes a lot of beauty in many capacities, but this is a whole other level. We’re tucked away, viewing a hidden gem I imagine not many people will ever see.

  This is luxury at its finest.

  “I love it,” I breathe. I pull out my phone to take a picture, but Lorn places a hand on mine, stopping me.

  “Don’t capture it. Just experience it.”

  I don’t want to, but I obey. I place my phone back into my pocket and focus on my surroundings. I absorb the world around me and try to memorize it all. Maybe if I can do that, images of Larry will fade, and in their place, all I will see is the tumbling droplets of water plummeting from stones as old as time.

  “You like it?” Lorn asks.

  I grin up at him. “It’s OK,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Not the best waterfall I’ve seen, but maybe in the top fifty.”

  He frowns, as though I’ve presented him with a challenge. “Come on then. I’ll see if we can crack your top ten.”

  The rest of the day is spent literally chasing waterfalls. Lorn treks through the woods, and by the time we reach the third waterfall, I am completely at a loss as to where we are. It’s also ten times more stunning than the first. Water drops from fifty feet high into a little alcove, behind which appears to be a series of small caves.

  “This place is amazing in the summer. I swim here a lot.”

  “It’s magnificent,” I breathe.

  “Maybe in the top fifteen?” he asks.

  I laugh. “You know I was kidding, right? I’ve never seen anything like this. How do you know where all these are?”

  Lorn shrugs. “I’ve been exploring these woods for a long time. There’s one more thing I think you’d like. This way.”

  I quicken my steps as I fall in behind him, excited to see what’s next. If there’s a waterfall bigger than this one, I’ll be shocked. I hope there is, though. The magnitude and glory of nature is raising my spirits. The magnitude and glory of Lorn’s body is raising my libido.

  We reach another clearing, and this time, we’re greeted by a series of steaming pools.

  “Are those…” I say, but I can’t think of the word.

  “Natural hot springs. They’re basically nature’s hot tubs, filled with nutrients for the skin. We’ll have to try them sometime.”

  I kneel, remove my gloves and scoop my fingers into the water. It’s perfectly hot, so I dip in the rest of my hands.

  “This is glorious,” I say.

  “Yes, it is. It’s also right in my backyard.” There’s a smile in Lorn’s voice.

  I look up at him in surprise. “Seriously? We rounded all the way back to your cabin? Have we been out hiking that long?”

  “Time has a way of getting away from you up here, doesn’t it?”

  I glance up at the sky and realize it’s getting dark. How did the day pass us by so quickly?

  “Come on. I’ll show you,” he says.

  I stand and slide my gloves back on, though I’m reluctant to leave these luxurious waters.

  Later, I’ll find my way back.

  I follow Lorn, and the path widens enough to walk side by side. My arm brushes against his, and a jolt of electricity runs through me. I don’t know if it’s the day spent out in the woods or the fact that he is a stunning, ruggedly handsome specimen of a man, but I am completely hot under the collar with lust. Just looking at him has my pussy tingling.

  I want Lorn. Badly.

  I thought being up here alone was what I wanted, but having Lorn here with me all day has shown me that I don’t want to be alone at all. I imagine going back to that cold little cabin down the way from here, and the thought has no merit whatsoever.

  It’s a relief to be with someone else. Especially when that someone else has the muscles of an Adonis and the quick wit of a comedian. I think I’ve lost a few pounds today, not from hiking, but from laughing. Lorn is a character.

  We reach the bottom of his porch stairs, and he turns to look down at me. In this light, his eyes have shifted to a milk-chocolate color, and I want to gobble him up.

  “See? Here we are. Safe and sound.”

  Does he realize how powerful those words are to me? Does he know how much I would give to feel safe, secure? We stare at each other as night falls around us, and I wait for him to make a move.

  “Did you enjoy yourself today?” he asks.

  Small talk. I don’t know if I can manage it. All I can focus on is his mouth. I’ve never felt attraction like this, ever. It’s animalistic and primal and a little scary.

  I’ve never felt more alive, so hot in the frigid mountain air.

  “I did, thank you.”

  Simultaneously, we reach for each other. Our bodies collide as our hands claw at each other’s faces, and his lips crash into mine, claiming them for his own. I’m happy to surrender, and I tug him as close as I can.

  My hands wrap around his broad shoulders as he leans down to better reach me. The muscles beneath are taut and strong, a
nd I squeeze at them with my palms, testing the waters.

  I’ve never been with a man this strong before, this perfectly masculine. He’s like an ancient warrior, with his height and build meant for battle. Instead, he uses his body for better purposes as he wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling me even closer.

  He slides a hand between us and rubs my clit through my jeans. I release a little moan at the touch, and all rational thought dissolves in my need to have him. Without breaking our kiss, he bends and scoops me up by my ass again. He wraps my legs around him, like before, and he walks us both up the stairs to his front door.

  I’m vaguely aware of him opening the portal, warmth enveloping us as he closes it behind him. He turns a bolt, and now we’re locked in and perfectly safe.

  I’m ready to fuck this man, hard.

  Chapter Eight

  Lorn

  My body erupts in flame as the heat of Rayne’s pussy presses against my hardening dick. I’m not going to repress myself this time. I’m not going to walk away. At this point, she’s kissed me, and I’ve kissed her, so I know the feeling is mutual.

  I’m going to give us both what we want. My body is starved for sex, and Rayne is the perfect woman to slake my thirst. Every contour of her shape is delectable, and I can’t wait to lick every inch of her body. I walk us over to my bedroom and toss open the door, but I don’t set her down. I like having her wrapped around me like this.

  I like being intertwined.

  There’s too much clothing between us, though. This is a problem. I keep my lips on hers as I reach between us with one hand and tear at her jacket zipper. It shoots down, revealing a nice green sweater that I hate, because it’s covering her breasts, and I want to see them.

  I want them in my mouth. Now.

  Her jacket gets caught on her arm as she tries to shake it off, and I break our embrace. This is not conducive, and it’s wasting time.

  There is no time for slow and gentle. There is only need, desire. I crave her like a drug, and I need my fix. I set her down and reach for the bottom of her sweater then tear it off her and throw it on the ground. I squeeze her breasts together, her bra accentuating their perfect bulge.

  “Beautiful,” I groan. I turn her around and find the clasp of her bra. She leans forward to make it easier for me to remove it, and I do with a pinch of my fingers. She turns back to me, still holding up the loose fabric, and her eyes are wide and vulnerable.

  As I said, beautiful.

  Rayne is all strength and bravado and vulnerability and femininity. I admire her determination, even when it’s frustrating as hell. In this moment, she is giving a part of herself to me, and I force myself to calm a little in my desire to ravage her.

  This is clearly something she’s not quite used to.

  I place my hand on hers as it holds up her bra, and I gently pull it back. She takes the bra with it, exposing perfect little round nipples on her perky tits.

  “Sumptuous,” I say. I press her forward gently until her legs reach the bed, and she sits. I kneel before her, my eyes on her chest as I take a nipple between my thumb and finger and roll it. She moans and arches toward me, and I lean in, taking that same nipple in my mouth.

  My tongue swirls around the little nub, and then I suck. She moans again, louder, and I trace my tongue along her breast until I reach the other one. It’s only fair, after all. I flick that one with my tongue before I suck, then flick it again.

  “Lower,” she breathes, and I understand perfectly what she’s asking of me.

  She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

  My tongue drifts from her nipple and winds a path down her belly until I reach the crest of her jeans. My hands make quick work of unbuttoning the top, and I slide the zipper down, exposing a pair of black lace panties.

  Well, well.

  A small strip of blond public hair peeks through, and I lower her jeans until they’re at her ankles. She’s unable to spread her legs in this position, and that’s exactly how I want her—bound a little bit. I circle my finger along the lace covering her mons, that perfect little landing strip guiding me home. I slide it down and feel her wet hot pussy beneath the fabric.

  “Mmm,” she moans.

  OK, so she likes this part. Let see if we can up the volume on that moan a little bit.

  I slip my finger inside her panties and slide it along the length of her, stopping at her clit. I flick it hard then give it a little slap, and she gasps.

  Excellent. Good start.

  I lift her legs into the air, her jeans effectively keeping her in place, and I slide her panties up her legs, exposing her pink pussy to the open air. She tries to kick her legs apart, but they’re stuck. She’s about to see how good this will make her feel.

  And I’m starving for some Rayne.

  Her slit is a perfect sliver, and I slide my tongue directly into her warm center.

  “Ahh!” she cries, and I move in and out, fucking her with my tongue. Much like the rest of my body, my tongue is extra-large, and it can sink nice and deep into a woman’s body. I lick all the way up and wiggle my tongue inside her, circling it around to taste every last drop.

  “Oh my god!” she groans, and I slide back out, leaving her box dripping with my spit and her juices. I slide my tongue up to her clit and wrap my lips around it while my tongue flicks it again at a fast pace. My tongue flutters over her, and her body writhes as she tries to spread herself for me, to take in more. Her legs shake, and I increase my pace on her clit before I slide my middle finger deep into her pussy and pump it in and out.

  “I’m coming.”

  Her little pussy pulses around my finger, and, after she’s done, I slide it out, ready for my turn. I remove her boots, socks, jeans and panties, so she is fully naked before me.

  Now that she’s nice and slick, I’m ready for round two. I pull off my jacket and shirt and tear at the buttons of my pants, my dick begging to spring free. Instant relief hits as my pants drop to the floor, and before I realize it, I am fully naked above her.

  Her eyes are filled with hunger as she watches me undress. Maybe I should have given her a show. Frankly, I don’t have the time to bother with that. I need to be inside this woman. I need her body writhing against mine.

  I slide up the bed so that I’m spooning her. She wiggles her ass against me, and when she feels the length of my cock, she shudders.

  I wrap an arm around her and grasp one of her tits again, massaging it as my other hand slides along the shape of her ass, as silky and plump as I imagined it would be. My hand then grips her thigh and lifts it into the air.

  While I spoon her, I guide my dick to her entrance, which is glistening and ready. I try so hard to control myself, to go slow, but the second that wet heat reaches the tip of my dick, all bets are off.

  Her pussy is so slick from my tongue that my cock slides all the way to the hilt without any resistance.

  “Oh my god, yes,” she breathes, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I set a rhythm and pump into her wet heat, the juicy center of her as delectable as I imagined it would be. She rocks her hips back to meet my thrusts, and I maintain my grip on her breast as I lift her leg higher to open more of her to me.

  Her moans resonate around the room as I thrust deeper, harder. I slide all the way in and out of her in a frantic motion, as if not fucking her would kill me.

  At this point, it might.

  My balls slap against her ass, and I slide the hand holding up her leg down to her sensitive clit. I stroke it as I continue thrusting, and she screams out my name.

  I’ve lost all sense of humanity as I slide in and out of her wet pussy. Rayne writhes against my chest as I stroke her clit, stimulating her from every angle, with every thrust. Her body grows tense again, another orgasm building. I hope it happens soon, because I am on the brink of completely blowing my load here.

  “Ah, ah, ah!” Her screams increase in volume and pitch, and I don’t let up on my pace. I bring both my hands to her ass and
grip on as I let loose completely, taking control and dissolving into her with every insertion, every removal, every slap of my body against hers.

  “Lorn!”

  Her body erupts around me, and the pulsing of her muscles around my cock is enough to shove me right over the edge. I groan as I come, my release powerful as it shoots through me. I shudder as I orgasm right after she does. Together we breathe hard, my body cradling hers as we heave together as one.

  I slide out of her and hold her close, her body nestled comfortably into mine. It’s not a position I’ve ever tried before, to be honest. It’s what my body demanded, to hold her close to me, to protect her while I penetrated her. My need to protect her is as powerful as my desire to fuck her. I’m creating a bad situation for myself all over again.

  In the afterglow of that sex, though, I don’t give a flying fuck.

  Our breath slows as we lay in my large, comfortable bed. Rayne nestles a little closer to me, and I wrap my arm around her. Her skin is pale and glossy. I run my fingers along that flesh as I relax into my pillow.

  How long has it been since I’ve held a woman like this?

  Clearly not long enough for me to have learned my lesson about what happens next.

  Shut the fuck up, Lorn. Just enjoy this.

  Rayne turns in the circle of my arms and faces me, her eyes wide. “Well, that was something.”

  “It appears that it was something you enjoyed, yes?”

  Her shy smile melts my idiot heart. “Yes,” she says in a small voice.

  Oh, man, am I in trouble.

  She runs her finger along my bare chest, exploring me. Her index finger traces my collarbone then slides along my pectoral until she lands on my tattoo.

  “What’s this mean?” she asks.

  Instead of answering, I pull her wrist up and kiss the center of her palm. I turn her hand over and point to her Cash tattoo – just the word. “What’s this mean?” I counter.

  She shakes her head.

  “We make a fine pair, don’t we? Two strangers with too many secrets,” I say.

  Rayne shrugs and snuggles closer to me. She rests her head on my chest, and my heart grows a little warmer.