His Takeover: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Piper Sullivan

  “That’s a good start.”

  “Damn straight,” I grinned and kissed him again. Harder this time as I rubbed against his long, thick erection. I needed this. Not just because it was this man, but because I needed something to distract me from this day. “I want you to undress me Colt. And lick me until I scream your name and then I want you to fuck me, long and hard until neither of us can walk.”

  He groaned and thrust his cock up into the cradle of my thighs.

  “What are we waiting for then?” Colt didn’t wait for an answer, he was on his feet and moving towards the bedroom but I stopped him halfway up. “What?”

  “I don’t want to wait Colt. I need you now,” I told him as I slid down his body. His gaze took me in, dark and intense as I lifted my shirt.

  “No. Let me do it,” he growled and undressed me in seconds, raking his dark eyes over my body, so thick and heavy it left a trail of fire down to my core. “Fuck Jaya you are so damn gorgeous. I could look at you all night.”

  “Well I hope not all night,” I joked, body pulsing for him. I spread my legs a little wider to give him a glimpse of where I ached for him.

  “Fuck no,” he moaned and kissed a trail of heat down my body. My nipples were hard and aching, he pulled one in and licked it, sucked on it until I cried out, and only then moving to the other. Back and forth he teased until I was a sopping mess, begging him to take me.

  “Colt, please. I need you.”

  “That’s good to hear babe,” he grinned and kissed down my belly and dipping his tongue inside my wet pussy, fucking me hard as I gyrated my hips against his tongue.

  It felt so good and I was so close but, “Colt no, I want to come around your cock.”

  He looked up at me, mouth all shiny from my juices, and grinned. “Now that sounds like the best offer I’ve had all day.”

  “Take it all off,” I told him when he shoved his jeans down his thighs. “I want to see all of you.”

  Then he stood tall, all broad shouldered, six pack abs, long golden legs of sexiness. I licked my lips and his cock twitched, I couldn’t help it, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue across the bead of pre-come at the head of his cock. “Fuck, Jaya.”

  “Exactly.”

  Colt lifted me and carried me until we were on the top step and he laid his body on top of mine and sank his cock deep inside me on a slow thrust, filling me so good I moaned. His hips moved like a well powered machine, thrusting into me hard and fast just how I needed it, grunting in my ear and whispering naughty things. “Your pussy is so tight I just want to stay here forever.”

  Forever sounded nice, but I just squeezed around him, feeling tingles start at my toes as he pounded into me. “Harder Colt. Please. Fuck me.”

  He reared up at my words, his expression filled with heat and passion as he spread my thighs wider open and deepened his strokes. So deep it felt like we were becoming one solidified unit, one soul. So hard I knew I might have rug burn tomorrow and I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn. This was worth it.

  “Jaya. Come on baby, come for me. Now.” Two fingers squeezed my clit and I went off like a Tomahawk missile, vibrating and convulsing as pleasure coursed through my veins. All of my hairs stood on end as his tongue licked the length of my neck and his hips moved faster and faster, going deep until his hips surged and I felt his warmth heat my core.

  “Oh god, Colt!” I panted.

  “Pretty fucking great, right?”

  “Beyond.” As in beyond any orgasm I’d ever had with another person or on my own. As in I felt my heart leap out of my chest and attach to his sometimes in that nanosecond between the first and second orgasm. “We should do it again. But this time I vote bed.”

  Colt laughed and stood, drawing a groan from me as our bodies separated and then he lifted me in his arms. “I veto that vote. This time we’re doing it up against the wall.”

  “I can live with that.” When it came to Colt I could live with a lot it turned out.

  Colt

  Jaya was avoiding me. After the amazing night we’d spent together, making slow sweet love, fucking hard and fast, I thought we’d reached a new understanding. I thought we had moved past her doubts and anger from the past. After the emotional, gut-wrenching day and excavating the past, I really thought this would be our time to move forward. Towards the future.

  That was three weeks ago. Now I caught glimpses of her at the office while she tried to dodge me around corners, ducking into dark rooms and taking nonexistent phone calls.

  Now I wondered if the night had been as transformative for her as it had been for me. For us, I’d thought. I wanted to think the worst, that she’d used my body to forget her pain, to distract her from the child we lost. But I’ve done my fair share of fucking to forget and that wasn’t it. Jaya had been in, all the way in. Body and soul and heart, she gave it all to me. Time and time again. All night until the sun came up.

  But now I felt we were back to square one.

  Since she invited me, along with the rest of Sharpe Focus, to her housewarming and thank you barbecue, I would use the time to figure out exactly where I stood with her. Where we stood.

  I got up early Saturday morning to pick up the keg and tap I’d reserved, ice and a few bottles of tequila as she asked. Well not me particularly but she’d emailed a list of things she needed and asked everyone to bring what they could. So my plan was to arrive early so we would have a few hours talk before the party started at four.

  I sat in my car for a few minutes, calming down my racing heart and gathering my thoughts. Jaya drove me crazy in the best and worst possible way. I loved her and I wanted her back, but I needed to tread carefully.

  “Let’s go.” It was time for answers. I knocked and waited, the keg and a few bags at my feet.

  The door opened and Jaya appeared looking like a goddamn angel in a sexy little yellow sundress that hit just above the knees. The two puckered scars in her shoulder were visible under the thin straps. So were her freckles. But all I could see was her. Long blonde hair she’d let air dry held a hint of curl for a sexy beach look that made my fingers itch to dig deep while I kissed her breathless.

  “Colt,” she said with a breathy whisper. “You’re early.”

  “We need to talk,” I bit out, too harsh if the change in her posture and demeanor were any indication.

  Jaya stepped back wordlessly and let me carry the keg inside. I heard her pick up the bags and follow me to the kitchen. She set the bags on the counter and dumped the ice into a big red bucket filled with beer bottles and pop cans.

  “So, talk.”

  I frowned at her arm. “You shouldn’t be carrying anything.”

  She shrugged. “I’m cleared to carry thirty-five pounds,” she said, crossing her arms defensively.

  I guess we were back to that. Months of progress undone by what, the truth of our past? The hurt she couldn’t, or wouldn’t let go? “You’ve been avoiding me.”

  “No. I haven’t.”

  I felt the scowl form on my face and leaned forward, palms on the island counter that separated us. “What do you call it then?”

  She turned to the big pot on the stove, lifting the lid and stirring. “I call it getting my shit together.”

  The scent hit me, so familiar it was like a jolt into the past. Long summers, the sweet and spicy scent of her tangy sauce. “Your barbecue sauce?”

  The smile she sent over her shoulder was bittersweet. Wary. “Yeah. There are a few jars for you in the fridge.”

  What the fuck? Now she was just sending mixed signals. “What’s going on Jaya?”

  She let out a long, exasperated sigh, her shoulders drooped like she was giving up. On everything. On us. Finally, she turned and leaned against the fridge, putting as much distance between us as possible in the enclosed space.

  “I love you Colt. I do and I never stopped. But none of it matters if I can’t forgive you or get past how I feel about…things.”

  “But-,”
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  She pointed a finger at me and I snapped my mouth shut. “So I decided to see someone. A grief counselor.” My expression must have given away my shock because one side of her mouth twitched with a smile she could barely hide. “Yes, a grief counselor. I should have done it right after everything in Miami but I wasn’t ready. Hell I didn’t want to. But I lost my job, my partner and my career. Combined with you and the baby, I apparently had a lot of grief I hadn’t dealt with, at least according to the counselor.”

  Shit I didn’t know what to say to that. She was getting help and I could only hope it was for the sake of us. “That’s good but what does that have to do with you avoiding me?”

  “I couldn’t let you influence me Colt. I had to do this for me, not just for us.” Her green eyes sparkled like jewels and I didn’t know if those were tears of sadness or joy. “I needed to do this no matter what happens with us.”

  No matter what. “What does that mean? You love me but…?”

  She sighed. “No buts Colt. I love you and I want to be with you which is why I had to step back for a minute to figure some stuff out.” She turned down the heat on the stove and walked around the counter, a sexy smile playing on her lips. “I don’t blame you Colt. It was difficult being pregnant without you and knowing you had no problem leaving me behind. It was worse losing our baby after I had already grown to love him. But, I don’t blame you for that. You had to do what’s right for you and I get that now.”

  Well damn. “You don’t resent it, my success?”

  She shook her head. “No. I wish we could have had it all just like we’d always dreamed, but you thought the Navy was your path and it seems like it was.”

  I didn’t know whether to take it at face value or not. “You mean that?” Jaya’s hand went to my face, caressing my jaw and I couldn’t help it, I leaned into it.

  “I mean it Colt. I love you. I’ve always loved you. Only you.”

  My shoulders sagged in relief at her words. “Oh good. I needed hear that Jaya. So damn much.” Cupping her face in my hands I tilted it back and brushed my lips against hers gently. “I love you too. With all of my heart.”

  She smiled against my lips and her tongue swept inside my mouth. We just kissed. Long and intense and sensual, the same way we had when we first discovered just how amazing kissing could be. It felt just like that now, we couldn’t stop kissing, touching. Caressing. I lifted her onto the counter and stepped between her legs, letting my hands graze up her thighs and underneath her dress. Slipping a finger inside her panties and deep inside her damp heat, I swallowed her groan and deepened the kiss.

  We were on fire, a twisted inferno made up of just the two of us, limbs tangled and mouths so hungry for each other nothing else in the world existed. Finally Jaya broke the kiss.

  “As much as I would love nothing more than to let you plunge deep into me and make me come, we have a lot to do before our guests arrive.”

  Our guests? “Actually, we have two and a half hours before anyone shows up, and who the hell shows up to a party early?”

  She gave me a look that said it all. “I can think of one person who showed up hours early.” She laughed and gave me one last kiss before jumping off the counter. “But I’m glad I didn’t have to wait until later to clear all that up. It is all clear, isn’t it?”

  I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight. Just enjoying the feel of her in my arms and knowing she would be there for the rest of our lives. “Crystal clear.”

  “Good.”

  “So am I moving in here or are you moving into my place?” It was fast but I knew I needed to lock this woman down before she realized just how incredible she was.

  Jaya laughed and pressed a kiss to my chest. “Let’s spend some more time together before you move your black and white furniture in here, okay?” On her tiptoes, she reached for me and kissed me hard. “But you can stay here any night you want.”

  “Every night, then.”

  “Fine by me. I guess that means you won’t be taking those jars of barbecue sauce home?”

  “The office,” I said quickly. “Whenever we get barbecue the sauce never tastes as good as yours.”

  Her face flamed pink and I really wanted to lay her down and kiss her all over because it reminded me so much of nineteen-year-old Jaya who couldn’t get through dirty talk without blushing. She got herself under control and rolled her eyes. “I already said I love you Colt, no need for flattery.”

  I had to laugh at that. “If you’d like, I’ll put a jar up in the bedroom and prove to you just how much I love it.”

  Jaya froze and pulled out of my arms, and I started to freak out. She put the counter between us again, her back to me and I wondered what the hell had just happened. Then she turned and shoved something in my arms but I was too focused on her face. On the mischievous smile on her face. “Better make it two jars. Just to be sure.”

  Fuck me, I would never get enough of this woman!

  Jaya

  Six months later

  Today was the day. The day Colt and I would take the next step in our relationship. Six months ago, we declared our love for each other in this very kitchen and now the time had come to talk about more. He wanted to move in the day of my housewarming barbecue but I said we had to wait. I loved Colt, of that much I had always been certain, but I needed to be sure that what we had together wasn’t a fluke. That we had what it will take, as adults, to make a long-term commitment to one another.

  I know he loves me, but our love needed to mature the same way we had. It couldn’t be the same puppy love if our relationship was to survive the hurdles a relationship would face over decades. And more than anything I wanted forever with this man. I could see us old and gray and wrinkled, sitting on Adirondack chairs sipping beers and cursing like sailors. That was who we were, or who we would be.

  There wouldn’t be any knitting and iced tea in our future, because hello, former homicide cop and former SEAL. Colt would say there’s no such thing as a former SEAL. The guys at the office loved to remind me, “Once a SEAL, always a SEAL.”

  “Hey babe, where are you?”

  I smiled. Colt had arrived at the perfect time. I had a plan for the rest of the day and him arriving on time meant it would all go as planned. “In here,” I yelled from the kitchen. I had on a salmon colored sweater that I thought looked pretty amazing on me. Over the months I’d put on some weight so I didn’t look so frail and skeletal, though soon I’d have more than enough extra padding.

  “Not that I’m complaining, but why did you want to meet here?”

  “Because I have a few surprises for you, my love.” I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers together, and pulled him upstairs to the bedroom. Our new and improved bedroom. “This is the first one,” I told him and pulled apart the sliding doors that lead to the new closet.

  “What’s all this?” He stepped inside and he smiled at the sight of my clothes hanging in no clear order on the right side of the closet but he lit up like Fourth of July fireworks at the empty left side.

  “We needed more closet space if you’re going to move in here.” Colt had been so good about not pressuring me and he’d only brought it up once, four months ago. So I showed up at his house two weeks ago with a couple bags while the contractor made the closet bigger at the expense of one of the guest rooms.

  “Move in? Seriously?”

  I nodded, feeling my whole body flame with warmth. And lust because whenever Colt was nearby my body got ready for his special brand of loving.

  “Completely and totally seriously. Do you want to move in with me? Shack up? Live in sin?”

  With a bright smile he couldn’t contain, Colt pulled me into the closet. “Honey I would love nothing more than to shack up with you. Now I think we should do a little sinnin’ inside this closet.” I shivered at the dark look in his eyes, the sexy smile that my panties growing damp with arousal and the feel of his hands that had my nipples instantly hard.


  Soon we were both naked and sweaty, hips moving at the same frenetic rhythm until we found a rapid release. “Damn. It just gets better and better,” I panted, licking the salty liquid from his neck.

  “Yeah,” he agreed, one of his big calloused hands rubbing slow, seductive circles low on my back. “Note for future closet sex. We need carpeting in here. Thick, plush carpeting.”

  I laughed on top of him, our bodies still together as one. Colt groaned at the tight squeeze my laughter caused. “Good thing I have a big strapping SEAL to do things like that now.”

  “I see. You only love me for my carpentry skills.”

  My eyes went big and I pushed myself to a sitting position, groaning when he sank deeper inside me. “I think I would like to act out a carpenter fantasy. You in nothing but a tool belt. Maybe a hard hat. Yeah I could get into that.” It felt good to laugh and be playful again. To enjoy my life. It wasn’t all because of Colt, but he had a lot to do with it. So did my grief counselor who I’d only recently stopped seeing.

  “I have a tool belt somewhere. I’ll be sure to pack it and bring it over.” He squeezed my ass and thrust up one final time before letting me roll off him. “But seriously, I need to get off this floor. Dark hard wood floors are nice to look at, not so nice to fuck on.”

  I laughed and rubbed his back, following him out of our new closet. “Poor you. Let’s get cleaned up because that’s just the first part of your surprise.” I felt more concerned about the next part. My counselor had helped a lot with this, and today I felt strong enough to lay it all out there. Our future depended on it.

  The shower took a little longer than it should have, but I couldn’t complain because making love to Colt, fucking Colt, quickies with Colt were pretty much better than any damn thing on the planet. Finally we were all soaped up and rinsed off and pruned to high hell.