Married to My Enemy

by Nicole Elliot

  “I love you,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off me. “I love you so much. I’m addicted to you and this gorgeous body.”

  I thrashed my head against the mattress, suddenly unable to speak from the enormous amount of pleasure, and I was sure I was going to burst again any second...

  “I love you too!” I gritted out in between my screams. I was going to explode... “I need you, Owen... Ah!”

  I screamed and arched my back when I came hard, and a pure bliss filled my mind and body. A few moments later, Owen followed me and plunged inside one more time before his climax washed over him too, kissing me like he never wanted to let me go, and my heart contracted with happiness. Owen was mine, and nothing would separate us anymore.

  +++

  I hadn’t even realized in which moment I’d dozed off, but when I woke up, the morning sunrays were already penetrating the bedroom. I stretched in the empty bed, feeling energized even though Owen and I had spent the whole night fucking.

  I squirmed and touched my pussy, instantly turned on when I remembered how many times he’d made me come. I looked around the bedroom, but Owen wasn’t here. I heard some noise from the kitchen, so I assumed that he was probably making us some breakfast.

  Deciding to take a quick shower, I stood up and went into the bathroom. I was head over heels for Owen, and I couldn’t stop smiling, happier than ever. Just when I washed the soap from my body, Owen entered the bathroom and joined me inside of the shower—completely naked.

  “Owen,” I breathed out, my eyes raking over his sexy body. I would never stop being amazed with the perfect shape of his body. Every muscle was chiseled to perfection, making me ache for him.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he said and pushed me to the wall, raising my arms above my head. He kept them there with one hand as he covered my breast and rubbed my nipple in circles.

  He kissed me fervently, grinding his hard cock against me, and I moaned into his mouth.

  “Please,” I begged, already completely aroused.

  “Please, what?”

  He lowered his hand slowly over my waist, creating flutters in the pit of my stomach. He stopped right above my pussy, and I grunted, needing him to touch me down there.

  “I need you. I need you to touch me and fuck me. Please.”

  He smirked. “Good girl.”

  I shuddered when his fingers connected with my mound, traveling over my clitoris and vulva on their way to my pulsating hole. He probed my entrance and pushed inside, and I contracted around him, welcoming his much-needed thrust.

  “Yes,” I cried out and grabbed his shoulders.

  His fingers felt perfect inside, especially when he rolled them, pushing against my tight walls, and I dug my fingers into his skin. The pleasure was leaving me breathless. My heart was hammering against my rib cage, its tempo speeding up along with Owen’s movements in me, and I bit into his shoulder under the incoming orgasm...

  “Yes!”

  I fell apart in thousand pieces, barely able to stand on my feet, and I clung to him so I wouldn’t fall. His arms wrapped around my thighs and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he pressed me against the wall, taking me right in the shower.

  “So good,” he said through clenched teeth when he shoved his dick deep into me, stopping for a few moments to relish in the feeling of my pussy against his member. “I would never grow tired of fucking you. Every single day. In every single position.”

  His lips connected with mine the second he started moving in me. He was ramming me fast, his mouth drinking my screams.

  “Please, Owen... Fuck me harder!”

  He raised his eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you harder, baby?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then get ready to be fucked brutally.” He lowered me down and turned me around. “Brace yourself against the wall.” I pressed my hands against the slippery wall. “Even lower.” He moved my hands down, bending me further, and my ass got arched high in the air. His hand caressed my ass cheeks with adoration as his cock got inside my pussy once more.

  Another scream tore out of my throat when he started pounding into me immediately, a wild tempo shattering my whole world, and it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. He was relentless, fucking me like never before, and my throat became sore from all screaming. I could barely support myself since my shaky hands slid down the wall constantly and my knees felt like they were going to give out any moment.

  He was like a wild animal, driven by raw desire and need, and it went on and on... The most intense orgasmic pleasure erupted in each part of my body, and it was unbearable, crushing me from the inside out. I didn’t even remember how I ended on the floor—on my back as he separated my legs and pushed back inside of me again, continuing the merciless rhythm that was draining every ounce of energy out of me.

  “So beautiful. I love you, Sydney. You’re only mine.” He thrust one last time and stilled, groaning when his hot sperm filled me in several spurts. “Sydney!”

  His body came on top of mine, and I barely had any strength left to wrap my arms around him and hold him flush against me. We were both breathing heavily, our hearts beating like crazy until the pleasure subdued.

  “This was the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured into his skin, tracing my fingers idly over his back.

  He brought himself to his elbows and looked at me, adoration filling his eyes as he smiled. “And it’s only the beginning. It will be way better.”

  “Better than this?” I asked incredulously.

  His smirk was cocky, and his eyes reflected his smugness. “You think this is all I’ve got? You better prepare yourself, baby, because now that I have you, nothing will stop me from loving every inch of you...” His lips traced my neck. “Many times...” They lowered to my breasts. “Each day...” He took my nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan out of me, and I was hot all over again. “For the rest of our lives.”

  “Owen!” I arched my back when he lowered even further, pressing his lips against my most sensitive part.

  His eyes were devouring me. “Starting from now.”

  Epilogue

  Sydney

  “How do I look?” I asked Declan.

  “Fabulous, Syd. You know, I’ve never seen you so happy.” Which wasn’t true. He’d been seeing me this happy all year, and even happier when I was with Owen.

  “Focus, Declan! Are you sure?” I spun around, looking in the mirror.

  “I’m sure! Come on already, it’s time!”

  I took a deep breath, and then took his elbow. My brother led me out of the small room and down the hall, to tall white doors. I could hear Mendelssohn playing on the other side of them.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “As I’ll ever be.”

  The doors opened, and Declan led me down the aisle, as all the guests watched us with huge smiles on their faces. Julia was there as the maid of honor, winking at me and giving me thumbs up. Everybody held their breath. I saw Owen at the altar, in a tux and a sexy stubble, a red flower on his lapel.

  I couldn’t hold back the tears, and even saw Owen’s eyes get wet, but when the time came, we both managed to say I do. The guests applauded, and we kissed like it was our first time, with more love and passion than I thought possible.

  Julia didn’t catch the bouquet, but she met a nice guy at the bar after the ceremony, and that seemed to be good enough.

  We had been living together for the past year, at Owen’s apartment in River North, which was now our apartment. He had distanced himself from his business, effectively retiring, and we had spent the past year traveling all over the world, doing all sorts of crazy stuff, from base-jumping to whitewater rafting. There was nothing in the world we couldn’t do when we were together.

  We had fought off Declan’s cancer, and he had been in remission for nine months now. He had found a job and promised to return Owen the money he had spent, but we didn’t hold him to it. The important thing was that Declan
and Owen had become good friends. There was a lot Declan could learn from Owen, both in business and in life. At first, I didn’t approve – the last thing I wanted was for my brother to get into some sketchy business with the likes of Lawson, but they both promised me that his work would be legit. Now that the sickness was no longer bothering him, Declan had adopted a more positive outlook on life. He had become ambitious and outgoing. He had started practicing yoga and meditation, learning to be at peace with himself.

  For our honeymoon, we went to the island, naturally. It was fun to relive the memories of our first trip there – spontaneous and magical. We took the boat out, making love on the deck, and not only on the deck. We hiked and surfed, and at some point, Owen even wanted to teach me to fly the plane, but the pilot advised against it. I agreed.

  We had truly started our life together. It was odd to think of the times when we’d not been together. It was as if that had happened to someone else. The more I got to know my husband, the more I loved and admired him, and the feeling was mutual.

  I was lucky.

  We were lucky.

  A month after our honeymoon, we learned that Declan’s cancer had gone away for good. There was no trace of it left. He looked healthy and happy, finally. I even stopped joking about his gaining weight.

  One evening, when we were cooking dinner, I said, “You know, had you asked me a year ago if this is where I saw myself, I would’ve laughed in your face!”

  Owen smirked. “Tell me about it. I’d have told you I saw myself spending weekends at the Chicago Buyer’s Club!”

  We always had a good laugh when someone mentioned the club.

  “Whatever happened to it, by the way?”

  “Oh you know,” Owen said, “it always seems to be there. Waiting to make its next match.”

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  Doctor’s Orders

  A Second Chance Doctor Romance

  By Nicole Elliot and Ellie Wild

  Prologue

  “What did you get for number three?” I asked, peering over his shoulder.

  “Mono, the kissing disease.”

  “Me too.” I flashed him a smile.

  “Weird name for an illness,” he responded, his eyes meeting mine. God, he was gorgeous. Why did he have to look so good? I was supposed to be focusing on the material.

  “Ha, yeah I guess.” I moved my hair out of my face.

  He moved closer to me, “I mean the only way to get it is through saliva.”

  He licked his lips.

  This should be gross, I told myself, we’re discussing diseases. But instead all I could think about were his lips on mine.

  “So tomorrow is the final. I think we should go celebrate afterwards.” He winked at me.

  “Oh? Where do you want to go?”

  “Out, anywhere. As long as it’s with you,” he paused. “And you wear those jeans you had on last week for chem.”

  “What?” I asked, shocked. I knew exactly what jeans he was talking about. So maybe I had worn them to get his attention. Maybe.

  “Because tomorrow, after we pass this class, I am getting my hands into those jeans Hailey Clarke,” he said just above a whisper. My pussy ached in response.

  The anticipation of having Wyatt’s hands on my body was going to kill me.

  I was sure of it.

  Chapter One: Wyatt

  I fucking hated November third.

  The harsh thought bounced off the walls of my head and seemed to echo across the empty cemetery. The angry thought remained private though.

  My mom and I were visiting his grave.

  We stood in front of his headstone, staring down at the slab of rock that was supposed to represent his life. Instead, it only represented his absence.

  A small American flag whipped back and forth in the wind, creating a steady rhythm to which we could mark our grief.

  November third arrived too soon every year.

  It would always be the worst day of the year.

  Five years had passed since my father died and it still felt like yesterday. This year, my mom didn’t cry. We visited the grave and said our obligatory prayers. I took a short walk so my mom could speak to him alone. I did this with her every year, but I never understood why. Part of me knew it was just a way to make her feel better, that it helped her feel close to him. A bigger part of me thought it was a giant waste of time. What was the point of talking to a rock?

  He wasn’t there.

  Still, it was a nice change to visit the cemetery and not have to support my sobbing mom back to the car. She didn’t shed a single tear. She was just quiet through the whole thing.

  Something had clicked inside of her a few months ago. I could tell the difference immediately. She still felt his loss in her soul, but it no longer crippled her daily life. She finally found a sense of peace.

  I was happy for her, I really was. I just would have been happier if we could stop our yearly visits all together. For me, it never got easier to look at his name on that headstone.

  Anderson Wyatt Murphy

  It was bold and large. Because he was one of the newer residents in the Bradberry cemetery, his headstone stood out among the rest. While others were beginning to fade, his name could be read from fifty yards away.

  Every time I laid eyes on it, I was forced to remember him in ways I didn’t want to. I could still see the coffin they unloaded off that plane. There was an American flag laid across it. My mom still had that flag, folded tightly in a memory box in her bedroom.

  He died in combat, thousands of miles away from home. Mom and I didn’t get to say goodbye. He was just gone. It almost killed us both, but while my mom retreated into herself for years after, I did the opposite.

  At the time of my father’s death, I was pre-med. I had almost finished my Bachelor’s degree and I was getting ready to take the MCAT. Medical school was right around the corner, but all of that changed when my dad died. My entire life plan was thrown out the window and I knew there was only one thing I could do.

  Enlist.

  I joined the Army as a medic and spent four years serving my country. It was the best and worst four years of my life.

  I flew around the world.

  I helped people.

  I saved lives.

  But I was also reminded every day that no one was around to save my dad. If I had been a medic back then, would I have been able to keep him alive? If I had been there, if I had gotten to him fast enough, would he still be here?

  Four years in the Army didn’t do anything to squash those thoughts.

  When my time was up, I moved back home and tried to reemerge myself in the Bradberry way of life, but it was no use. I was no longer the same person who left Bradberry four years earlier. I was now the guy who came home twice a year to see my mom through the difficult days: the anniversary of my father’s death and Christmas. Other than that, I managed to stay far away from the small town I used to call home.

  By the time November third rolled around again, I had been home for six months. I took my mom to the cemetery to honor my father’s five years in the ground and then we went home.

  She barely spoke two words to me on the way home. When we walked through the front door, she went straight to the kitchen and sat down at the table.

  I followed her, sure that she wanted me to. I sat beside her and looked at her gently. Despite my lack of patience with our annual visits, I kne
w my mom was fragile and that it was my job to take care of her. With my dad gone, I was the only person she had left.

  “This came in the mail for you,” my mom said with a faint smile. She pushed a thin envelope across the table toward me. “I didn’t know you applied again.”

  I looked down at the envelope and saw the UConn School of Medicine symbol on the top left-hand corner. My heart skipped a beat as I looked back at my mom. She was right, I hadn’t told her I applied to medical school for the second time. I wasn’t sure how she would take the news of me leaving again, but when I saw her face, she was smiling at me.

  “I was going to tell you,” I said. “I just…”

  I trailed off and a small silence reigned until she broke it.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “Just open it.”

  “Okay.” I nodded and took a deep breath. Sliding my finger under the lip of the envelope, I felt like my entire life was either about to begin or end. I didn’t know which, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out.

  When I tore open the envelope I automatically reached inside and grabbed the piece of paper. It was just one piece, small and folded in three. I unfolded it and laid it flat on the table, my eyes scanning the words quickly.

  It took a few seconds for me to process what I read.

  Dear Mr. Murphy,

  Thank you for your application, we are happy to inform you…

  Once I did, I looked at my mom with a wide smile and nodded silently.

  Mom squealed and jumped to her feet. She ran around the table and threw her arms around me.

  “Oh honey!” she cried. “I’m so proud of you! You’re going to be a doctor!”

  “I guess it’s official now,” I said softly. “I’m going to med school.”

  My mom squealed with delight and let go of my neck. She smoothed down my hair and looked at me with her eyes full of tears. She hadn’t cried at the cemetery that day, but seeing my acceptance letter to medical school was enough to send her over the edge. The tears spilled down her cheeks and she closed her eyes for a minute. With her hand to her chest, she breathed slowly and I knew exactly what she was thinking.