Abraham_An Enemies To Lovers Shifter Romance

by Terra Wolf

  I could feel his marking throbbing along my back and neck as he slowly approached me.

  “You look a little scared, Summer. Is something the matter?”

  I felt my hands shaking as he slowly approached me. I started backing down the hallway, moving towards his kitchen while he stalked me like his prey. I’d never felt this way around a man-- I’d always had confidence. I was the black widow, seeking out men I could devour before casting them off to the side.

  I felt my back hit the corner of a counter, stopping my body as he slowly closed the gap. His dark eyes hooked on to mine, never letting me go while his muscles slowly came into contact with my reddening skin.

  And then, he slowly brought his lips to the shell my ear.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  In that very instant, I threw my arms around his neck. I attached my teeth to his neck, listening to him groan as his arms wrapped around my waist. He hoisted me onto the counter, my legs spread for him while my pussy began to glisten, and my tongue raked down to his chest before his hand curled into the tangled locks of my hair.

  He pulled my face slowly up to meet his before he crashed his lips down onto mine. I could feel them swelling underneath the pressure, my body trembling as his free fingertips danced along my back. I shivered underneath his touch while I locked my legs around his waist, but when I pulled him closer I could feel his cock teasing my dripping entrance.

  “You’re the breakfast I wanted this morning,” he whispered into my lips. I bucked my hips forward and gobbled his dick down. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, moaning with pleasure as his hand sank to my back. I wrapped my arms underneath his arms, digging my fingernails into the thick muscles of his back while his cock throbbed against my walls. There was no amount of caffeine that could wake me the way his cock just had, and I rolled my hips into him, trying desperately to get him to move.

  He planted his hands onto the counter while his tongue raked down my chest. My hands released his back and planted onto the surface, so I could keep myself upright. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me to the edge while his lips caught one of my nipples. The warmth cascaded down my body, puckering every single hair follicle he could see.

  I felt the menacing grin around my tit just before his hips began to thrust into mine.

  “Holy fuck, Abraham. Yes.”

  With every thrust, my tits bounced in his face. My hands dug into the counter, though where I really wanted to put them was all along his back. I wanted to mark him in ways he would feel in the morning. I wanted him to go to work and think of me every time he got up from his chair. I wanted him to sit in his meetings and salivate over me. I wanted my pussy juices to get stuck in his nose so every time he talked to another woman he could only think of the way my pussy was devouring him now.

  But, his hands rounding against my ass pulled me from my thoughts before he hoisted me from the counter.

  “Hang on,” he said.

  He walked us down the hallway with his dick still growing against my pussy walls. I clamped down around him and felt his walking stutter, and I grinned into his skin before he let out a light chuckle. This man, with his opulence and his cocky arrogance, stumbled whenever my pussy hung him up in a vice grip.

  So, I did it again just as he was walking around a corner.

  “You better be careful with that little talent,” he murmured. “It might just get you into trouble.”

  And I answered him with another clamp.

  In that very second, he ripped himself from between my legs and dropped me to my feet. He spun me around and pressed my bare tits up against the full-length window of his living room. The cool glass puckered my tits to almost painful peaks before he grabbed onto my hips, and he wrenched them towards him before he slid in without a second thought.

  I groaned as I laid my forehead against the cool glass. He bottomed out, his balls dangling between my legs while my juices began to drip down my thighs. He had me spread for the entire world to see. I looked down at the people below, watching nothing but dots maneuver along the pavement.

  Then, I felt his tongue dart out and take my earlobe between his teeth while my body shuddered against him.

  “Take me, Abraham. Please,” I whispered.

  He slowly drew out and slammed back in, causing me to moan out against the glass. He pulled out and slammed in, shivering my body with every thrust he took. I could feel his balls slapping against my swollen clit. I could feel my juices coating them as they swung heavily between my legs. His pace picked up as his fingertips dug into my hips, and I knew I would be able to feel his fingerprints upon my skin later on in the evening.

  I reached back and grabbed the tendrils of his hair, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. His tongue lapped out, peppering my skin with kisses and licks while his hips began to pick up their pace. Skin slapped skin and juices splattered onto the glass, and soon the entire window was fogged with the salacious words pouring from our mouths.

  “Holy fuck. Just like that. Don’t stop. Harder. Please. Make me jump for you, Abraham.”

  “Shit, your pussy’s so tight. Fuck, these legs of yours. I want to run my tongue along them. I love the smell of your pussy. Gobble me down, Summer. Take all of me.”

  I planted my hands on the window and released his hair before he reared back and picked up his assault. My hips hurt in all the best ways while my pussy began to swell around him. Soon, my walls were clamping down onto him and my legs were shaking, threatening to give way while his hands steadied my hips.

  “Cum for me, Summer. Cum around this thick cock.”

  “Abraham. Holy shit, Abraham. You feel so good. You hit all the-... right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Right there. Keep going. Yes!”

  I unraveled around him. My body shook and my knees gave way. I felt his arms pick me up while he continued to thrust into me, but the moment my pussy started to pull him deeper into my body I felt his hips stutter. His cock grew against my walls, threatening to split me in half as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  Then, I felt it.

  I felt his cock pump me full of his essence.

  He filled me to the brim before it started to spurt out from between my legs. His juices dripped down the inside of my thighs as my body collapsed against the window, trembling with its exertion while he lined my spine with kisses. I could feel his muscles twitching, trying to recover from the energy he’d just put into giving me pleasure. But, all he could do was lay deep into my body, pinning me to the window while the both of us looked out onto the city.

  “You make me feel beautiful,” I whispered.

  “Because you are, Summer. Because you are.”

  We sank to his floor before he finally pulled out from between my legs. We laid up against his window, our bodies covered in sweat and cum before I slowly leaned over onto him. His fingertips danced in my hair, slowly untangling it as the two of us tried to catch our breaths.

  Then, his phone rang out again, destroying the moment we’d worked so hard to create for ourselves.

  15

  SUMMER

  I watched him move from me while my body slowly sank to the floor. Suddenly, I felt very cold and exposed. Where there was once a man to shield my body, now there was simply nothing. I felt vulnerable in the opulent house. I felt like I was somehow dirtying the crisp whites and paling the frozen grays. I felt like I was slicking up his floor with stuff that would just be a pain to clean. So, I rose to my feet and scurried into his room in order to find my clothes.

  And I heard him talking on the phone.

  “Dominic, the fuck do you want?”

  Dominic? Who was Dominic? Was that someone Abraham worked with? He sounded angry, was something wrong?

  “I told you exactly how I felt about those changes. What I said in the boardroom still stands. I’m still crunching numbers to see what I can do.”

  He had to be talking about the complex. Was something already going wrong? Thank the stars above
I’d kept my other job. I’d saved back two thousand extra dollars to cover anything that might pop up. I stepped into my clothes and shimmied them up my legs before I slipped my shoes on, but the next words that flew from his mouth caught my attention wholly.

  “We could still cut them a deal if we sold them back for sixty thousand.”

  Sixty thousand dollars!? The last time I’d talked with Abraham in my apartment, he said he’d cut us a deal for forty thousand!

  “We could skimp a bit on the amenities in their condos and diminish the quality of materials we used. That would bring the price down even more, and we could maybe throw in some sort of maintenance plan. They’d pay a fee every month, that would go into a bank account, and if something happened because of the diminished product quality, we’d have the funds to fix it without going into debt. It’s a fucking win-win Daniel. Wake up.”

  Wait, who was Daniel? I thought he was talking to a Dominic? What was going on? Why were the numbers now so high? I wouldn’t be able to afford something like that, let alone to purchase something that would need a protection plan from the fucking materials they used on the building. What kind of wool were they trying to pull over our eyes? Did they think we were fucking idiots?

  “I’m not discussing this with you now. You’re the damn project manager, Diego. The highest I’m going to take the price of the condo for the current tenants that want to stay is sixty thousand. Make it work or you’re out of a job.”

  Diego? What the fuck was this man’s name anyway? I was so lost, and I felt my heart shattering. My beautiful condo that I’d planned out with this gorgeous man had suddenly been stripped from me. I’d never be able to afford something like that on the payment plan Abraham’s business was setting up for us. The interest rate alone on the original sum would eat through almost my entire first paycheck of the month! But, I was willing to pay that price to have my dream without the hassle of moving.

  Moving meant movers, which meant boxes, which meant moving men, which meant time off work. That meant I wasn’t making as much money that week while spending more money than usual trying to move my fucking shit. The condo we’d built together while he was looking over my shoulder was not only my dream, it was convenient.

  That stuff never happened to me. Ever.

  But now, it should like it was a lie.

  What would happen to us? If I couldn’t afford it, my neighbors would never be able to. What, did they think we weren’t good enough to live in their fancy fucking condos? Did they want to drive us out of town because they thought we were filth or something? Looking down on us while they sat on their piles of millions just laughing at the lot of us trying to scrape enough together to eat.

  Who the fuck did they think we were?

  I knew where we’d be, and the thought shivered me to my bone as I slipped out into his living room in my clothes. We’d be out on the streets. We’d have nowhere to go, and most of us would never be able to find another place. The great thing about that complex was that no one had ran anyone’s background or credit checks. No, it wasn’t safe, but it was the only place I could afford with the credit score I had and the money I made monthly. Living in the city was hard, but for a single woman whose only talents were singing and bringing people food, it was damn near impossible.

  And now, I’d be living on the streets because some fucking business didn’t give a shit about us.

  I heard him hang up the phone before he stormed back down the hallway. He darted into his room and emerged a few minutes later in a beautiful suit, but part of me missed the vulnerability of us being naked together. I planned to talk with him about it. To stop him at the door and keep him from whoever had beckoned for him until we had a chance to talk.

  “Abraham. Could we-”

  “Not now, Summer. I’m sorry,” he said. “I gotta get to work. Some stuff’s come up with some important things. But, we’ll talk later. Soon. I promise.”

  He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before his hand planted into my lower back. He ushered me into the elevator before the doors closed with a thud, and suddenly I didn’t want to be encased with him. I pressed myself into the opposite wall, painfully aware of the fact that Abraham knew I was listening to him.

  And the look on his face made my heart sink to my toes.

  When the elevator doors opened, I dashed out. I ignored the sounds of him yelling after me as I scurried through the lobby of his apartment building. He’d never know what it was like. He’d never know the fear of losing your home. Of losing the roof over his head. Of having to cope with living on the streets or in an apartment with four other people just to make it work.

  I ducked into a cab and threw money at him as he pulled up to my apartment complex. I stumbled up the steps, wiping my tears from my eyes before I poured into my home.

  Well, it’d be someone else’s home soon. So in a way, it wasn’t really mine to begin with.

  If I was going to lose this condo, then I should at least make enough money, so I could try and afford something else. Even though I had the day off from both jobs, I called both to see if they had anything available. Luckily the club had a spot. I got changed for work before I packed my bag. I had a new show-stopping number prepared. I needed a way to escape my emotions. I needed a way to become another person just for one night. I needed to get back to the independent woman I was. The one with dreams and aspirations and plans that had been set in motion.

  Not the blubbering, sleazy, pathetic woman I’d turned into now that I’d been seduced by some hot-shot rich bitch who was about to take away my home.

  But, I couldn’t get my emotions out of my head. I felt them weighing on my chest as I walked backstage, I had to wear waterproof makeup just so the tears that rimmed my eyes wouldn’t run, and I had to use concealer in order to cover up the bite marks he’d left on my neck.

  Even as angry as I was, I missed him.

  And I honestly didn’t know what to do with that.

  16

  ABRAHAM

  I yelled after Summer and that’s when I knew she’d heard me. When I saw her standing in my living room dressed in her clothes, I had a feeling she’d heard at least some of my conversation. Depending on how long she’d paid attention, she probably heard numbers that made her spine shiver. Numbers that were at least twenty thousand dollars over what we’d originally agreed upon for the remodel. That was the deal I’d cut with the tenants: they wouldn’t pay for the entire space, just the money it would take to remodel to their specifications. With all the amenities they could tack on, the update itself could cost them upwards of sixty thousand dollars.

  I didn’t feel the need to charge them for anything else because of the rest of the building we could sell for profit.

  But, the moment she dashed from that elevator and didn’t stop at my voice told me she’d heard. She’d heard everything, and she was probably scared. Every part of me wanted to go after her. Every atom of my being reached out for this woman who had entranced me so much. I’d taken her in every way I had only imagined up until this point. I had the imprint of her body pressed into the glass of my home while her juices stained my hardwood. That room would smell like her for weeks. My bear would be uncontrollably consumed by the scent of this woman that was unlike any other.

  The issue was, I wanted the scent to be connected to her. I didn’t just want her memory, I wanted her body. I wanted her dreams and her passions. I wanted to hold her close to me and wake her up with my tongue between her legs. I wanted to go to every show she performed just so I could cheer her on from my shadowed perch.

  I wanted to comfort her in her time of worry and fear. I wanted to let her know that I wouldn’t allow her to lose her home. That I’d do everything within my power to make sure nothing was stripped from her that didn’t need to be. She was a beautiful woman. Full of life and passion and power beyond her years. Her ruby red lips might tug at my cock, but her voice and her eyes tugged at my gut. My bear was in an uproar since the moment our eyes
met.

  Could she be my mate?

  I had to get into the office. If I had any hope of helping her out the way I wanted to, I couldn’t go after her.

  And that dichotomy fucked with me all the way into my office.

  The traffic in Charleston wasn’t terrible, but during the morning rush hour it was like any other city, so I had a few minutes to kill. I knew exactly who to call to talk this through with. Benjamin.

  “Hey Abe! Long time no talk. How’s life, bro?” Benjamin asked, genuinely.

  “Sorry, no time for small talk. I have a real problem on my hands and I think you’re best suited to offer advice,” I responded matter-of-factly.

  “Okay, shoot.”

  “So, Daniel…” I started.

  “That shithead is still working for you?” he asked.

  “Yes, Ben. Now will you listen? Daniel is saying my financial projections for the new project I’ve taken on are way too low. That we will lose investors if I keep my theory the way it is now.”

  “And what is your current plan?” Benjamin asked.

  “My hope was to sell the condos back to the select few people interested in only the costs of renovations. Then the profit of the other condos being sold in the building would make up the difference from the lower condo sales. I really thought it was a good idea. It would bring a positive light to our renovations and those staying would share their experience with the new managers of the building. Word of mouth is crucial when all of the condo buildings are turning into carbon copies of each other here in Charleston,” I explained.

  “Abraham, I think that’s a really noble venture and there could be a way to make it work. But when it comes down to it, we do get our funding from investors, so you are kind of at their mercy, bro. I know, the system can be a little fucked up sometimes, but it’s worked so far for us. You seem so emotionally invested in this project. I thought you were over the whole flipping business and wanted to venture out?”