Resurrecting the Enemy

by M. E. Clayton

  “Why?” she whispered horrified. “Why do you want to do that to me?”

  “Because I’m not going down by myself,” I replied.

  “What in the hell does that even mean?” she fired back.

  “It means…” I slid my hand back down her pants until my fingers were sliding around in her release. “…that if I’m going to be addicted to this sweet tasting pussy of yours, then I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you’re just as addicted to my cock.” I followed up my statement by gathering as much cream as I could on my fingers, pulling them back out of her pants, and licking them clean in front of her.

  Lake let out low gasp, but she didn’t stop me when I went for her mouth again. Messing up her ponytail, I slid my hands in her hair, and pulled painfully, holding her in place, as I kissed the fuck out of her. Her hands were fisted in my shirt, but the important thing was that she wasn’t pushing me away.

  She was holding onto me.

  I went for her neck because there was no way she was driving away from here without a brand. Without my mark on her. If we were going to be going to different schools, well, this was all I could do to cement my claim on her. Any guy looking at her would know she was taken, and they wouldn’t be able to claim ignorance if they approached her.

  Dragging her delicate skin between my teeth, I started sucking at the surface, and Lake let out a deep moan that let me know exactly what she thought of my branding.

  She wasn’t opposed to it.

  And then it all came crashing down when she reached for the button of my jeans and panted, “Okay, so, I have to pay you back, right?”

  Talk about a bucket of ice water.

  I released her skin from my teeth and pulled back to look down at her. “Are you seriously suggesting that I expect you to jerk me off now?”

  Her face turned a bright shade of red, lust evaporating fast. Lake chewed on her lower lip a bit before saying, “No, I wasn’t,” she sighed. “I figured you’d…” Those blue eyes of her slid sideways.

  “You figured I’d, what?”

  Meeting my eyes again, she said, “Jerking off seems kind of…juvenile for someone like you.” She shrugged. “I figured you’d probably insist on a blowjob.”

  I had to count to ten.

  Staring down at this girl, who had me tied up in fucking knots, I had to count to ten before I strangled the fuck out of her.

  Finally mastering the urge to murder her, I addressed her comment. “You thought I’d insist on a blowjob to even the score?” I asked. “Is that right?”

  “That’s what guys think is fair, isn’t it?”

  I counted to ten again, but, this time, I fixed her zipper and refastened the button on her jeans as I did it. When I was done, I said, “Let me clarify a couple of things, Lake.” She winced, and though small, I still noticed. “If we’re talking about fair, jerking me off is what’s comparable to finger fucking you.” Her face turned beet red again, and I knew it was because I was talking so crudely, but she needed to get used to it. Once I got her naked, she was going to really hear some fucked-up shit. “And what’s comparable to a blowjob is my face in your pussy.”

  “Rams-”

  I cut her off by continuing to talk over her. “And, obviously, fucking is a mutual fairness,” I told her. “But, eventually, you’ll always hold the edge over me in the bedroom.”

  “What…what do you mean?” she asked hesitantly.

  I ran my thumb over her bottom lips as I broke the news to her. “Because there’s only one other thing that comes after fucking, and there’s no way I’ll ever be able to even the score for it.”

  She inclined her head, curious. “And what’s that?”

  I leaned in, and whispered in her ear, “When I finally get you crawling on your hands and knees, so I can fuck that tight ass of yours, baby.”

  My arm came around her just in time to catch her from falling.

  Chapter 24

  Lake~

  It’s been almost a week since I’ve lost my goddamn mind, and I was pretty sure it was still lost.

  After the whole anal sex bomb that lunatic had dropped on me, Ramsey had straightened me up, given me back my camera, put me in my mom’s car, and had sent me on my way. The entire time I hadn’t uttered a word because I hadn’t known what to say or think.

  Hell, I still didn’t.

  His crude account of the things he wanted to do to me had turned me on and also had weakened my knees. I’d never had someone talk to me like that, and the experience had added a whole other dimension to this thing between me and Ramsey.

  But then, after that, it was immediate radio silence. I haven’t heard from Ramsey all week, and I didn’t know what to make of it. When Eden had suggested he might be giving me some space, I had told her about what happened while I’d been out taking pictures, and even she had started to believe that he might be playing games. She’d been so irritated, in fact, that she’d done her best to convince me to go to a party with her tonight, but I had declined. I had let this thing with Ramsey occupy too much of my time and thoughts that I’d fallen behind on photo projects for my college applications. Even though I’d already applied to my top two choices, I still needed some back up schools in case I didn’t get into the California Institute of Art or the Academy of Art University.

  So, with my parents gone and Eden partying up a storm at Casey Jones’ house tonight, I was in my room, sitting in front of my computer, cataloging all my recent photos. Photography was the only thing that could get me out of my head, and I needed that distraction. With Ramsey leaving me alone all week, I was confused more now than ever.

  And that was an eye-opener if that shit in the forest hadn’t been.

  I missed him.

  I could finally admit that I liked him, and I wanted him, and I missed him. And this was all probably after he finally realized I wasn’t worth the trouble. I mean, why would he leave me alone, otherwise?

  Getting back to my pictures, I was ready to rid myself of all thoughts of Ramsey Reed Jr. and just clear my head. Not to mention, a few times at school this week, I had come across Curt and Erica in some heated discussions, and while I didn’t care, I still hated what they’d done to me, and sometimes, my mind wandered. But before I could get into my photography zone, a text came in.

  Satan 2.0: Open the door

  Me: What?

  Satan 2.0: Ur front door. Open it

  Me: Why?

  Satan 2.0: Bcuz unless u want ur neighbors 2 c me breaking the door down, OPEN IT

  Not bothering to question if he was serious or not, I went to go open the damn door. The last thing I needed was one of my neighbors telling my parents there was some unhinged guy breaking down their front door while they’d been away.

  Upon opening the front door, the boy of nightmares was standing on my doorstep with a duffle bag in hand.

  I was scared to ask.

  Pulling the door open, I stepped aside and let him in. Slamming the door in his face wasn’t worth the drama that would follow. “Are you lost?”

  “No,” he answered, like I knew he would. “I’m exactly were I’m supposed to be.”

  I shut the door as soon as his large frame cleared it. I watched him glance around, and I could only imagine what he was thinking. And because I still felt put out by his silence all week, I snidely remarked, “It’s not a mansion, but I can put down some clean towels or something, if you’re afraid of getting dirty.” The look he shot me was a clear indication that he didn’t find my rudeness amusing. I let out a sigh. “What are you doing here, Ramsey?”

  He arched a brow. “Not happy to see me, I take it?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “More like banking on never seeing you again,” I replied dryly.

  Ramsey scoffed. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”

  “Lucky me,” I drawled out sarcastically.

  He cocked his head. “I already told you I was never leaving you alone.”

  I hated how
my words were going to reek of loneliness or jealousy, but they were the truth. “But it’s been such a nice week,” I retorted.

  Ramsey’s smirk said it all as he walked up to me, wrapped an arm around me, and yanked me close. “Did you miss me, baby?”

  I did my best to remain aloof. “Yeah,” I deadpanned. “It was so hard getting through the week without being bullied, hacked, intimidated, tracked, and all around annoyed.”

  He speared me with a look. “Make no mistake, Lake. You’re always being tracked,” he said as if that was a perfectly acceptable thing to say to another human being.

  “What are you doing here, Ramsey?” I repeated.

  “Spending the weekend,” he said as if his words weren’t a complete bombshell.

  I pulled back and he released me. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “You heard me.”

  I shook my head. “How do you even know…” I closed my eyes and started rubbing my temples. This jerk was going to drive me crazy. Looking back up at him, I asked, “How do you do it?”

  “I thought you didn’t want to know,” he reminded me.

  I quickly realized that wasn’t the point. “Ramsey, you can’t stay the weekend here,” I told him. “That’s…my parents will flip out if they find out.”

  His brows shot up. “Are you going to tell them?”

  I planted my hands on my hips. “No, but you think those neighbors you were so willing to traumatize earlier won’t notice a Range Rover in my driveway all weekend?”

  His head reared back. “Ask me if I give a fuck, Lake,” he practically snapped. “Because I don’t.”

  “Well, I do,” I shot back.

  “Well, that’s just too damn bad, because I’m staying,” he replied.

  “Why?”

  His eyes ran down the length of my body before roaming back up and landing on my face. “Because I can’t get the taste of you off my tongue or the memory of how you came all over my fingers out of my head, and I’m done waiting.”

  Holy. Shit.

  I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Done waiting?”

  “If you think I’m waiting another second to get in between your thighs, you’re out of your goddamn mind, Lake,” he answered. “I’ve given you five days to get used to the idea of us and the relationship we have. If you haven’t gotten a grip on your new reality yet, that’s not my fault.”

  I gawked.

  Just gawked.

  “Are…wait. Are you telling me that’s why you’ve been ignoring me all week? So I could get a grip on your madness?”

  This time, he was the one who crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you see me changing our relationship statuses?”

  “Uh, well…no.”

  “So, then?”

  He was driving me absolutely insane. “So, then, you’re here for sex?”

  Ramsey didn’t say anything at first, and I recognized what he was doing. He was calculating his choice of words. Finally, he said, “I don’t need to come here for sex, Lake.” My back straightened because I could admit to myself that I didn’t like being reminded of that. “I can get sex any time I want from any number of girls in this town.”

  “So, then, why in the hell are you here?” I spat, jealousy seeping through.

  Ramsey’s large intimidating frame was looming over me before I knew it. With one hand holding my arm captive he said, “I’m here to fuck the attitude out of my girlfriend all weekend. And in case you’re confused about that, you’re my girlfriend.”

  Sweet Baby Jesus.

  Chapter 25

  Ramsey~

  “I’m a virgin,” Lake blurted out, her eyes wide and shocked.

  I let go of her arm. “And?”

  Her shoulders dropped like I was the most exhausting thing in her life. “And shouldn’t we ease into this since I’ve never done this before?”

  “If by ‘ease into this’ you mean making you cum on my face before I rip you open, then, yeah, I suppose we should.”

  “Ramsey!” she cried, appalled and probably a bit scared.

  I was done fucking around with this girl. Staying away from her all week had been hell, but her comment about me expecting her to reciprocate the things I’d done to her had fucked me up a bit. Being with her was enough. While I had a healthy sexual appetite, that didn’t mean that’s all there was to my attraction to Lake.

  I was in love with this fucking girl.

  I had her up against the door, my body practically covering hers completely. My lips by her ear, I went back to manipulating her because Chance was right. Sometimes you needed to do some cold shit to win. “Are you telling me you’ve forgotten what it felt like to cum all over my fingers, Lake?” She let out a soft pant of breath. “Because I haven’t forgotten.” My hand slid beneath her plain yellow t-shirt and her skin was cool against the warmth of my palm. “All week, all I’ve thought about was how my fingers tasted of you.” Her chest started heaving, and my dick started getting hard. “I’ve thought about you screamed my name as you came all over my hand.”

  “Ramsey…” she whispered, her voice raspy with need.

  My lips skimmed the skin underneath her ear. “I’ve thought about how tight your pussy felt around my fingers.” This time, she let a low moan. “And I’ve thought about how tight it was going to feel around my thick cock.”

  “Oh, God…”

  “Tell me I can have you, Lake,” I demanded. “Tell me I can have all of you.”

  Her hands pressed against my chest and I let her push me back. However, I kept my hands on her body, because they were going to stay on her body all fucking weekend.

  “And then what?” she asked. “I give you something I can never get back, and then what?”

  “And then you’re mine,” I told her. “You belong to me and that’s the end of it. No more fighting. No more bullshit. No more confusion.” Though she was the only one fighting, dishing out bullshit, and confused.

  I knew exactly what I was doing.

  Lake stared up at me a long time. So long, in fact, I was certain she was going to tell me no. But then she surprised me when she stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed me. The second her arms came around my neck, I wrapped her up completely and went to consuming her.

  Soon, we were crawling all over one another and I had to pull back. I wanted Lake more than I wanted to take my next breath, but for her first time, we were doing it on a bed. “Where’s your bedroom?” She blushed, but as soon as she started heading towards the back of the house, I grabbed my duffle bag and followed her.

  When we got to her room, I shut the door behind me, dropped my bag on the floor, and went after her. I removed my shirt and tossed it on the floor before I even reached her. And grabbing the hem of her shift, I lifted it over her head and tossed it, too. Looking down at her, her tits looked magnificent present for me in a black lace bra.

  I reached for the button on her jeans, and because she was barefoot, it was going to be no problem to get her out of them. Pushing them down over her hips and down her thighs, Lake lifted one foot, and then the other for me, and as I stood to my full height, she was standing before me in only a black bra and plain white cotton panties.

  She was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  I started kicking off my shoes, and as soon as they were off, I crowded the poor girl until the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. “Do you want me to do the honors, or are you going to finish undressing for me?”

  Lake surprised the fuck out of me when she answered, “I want you to take it off.”

  I smirked. “I was hoping that’s what you’d want.”

  I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. When it gave way from the weight of her tits, my mouth actually started salivating. I reached for the waistband of her panties, and make sure to keep eye contact as I slid them down her legs. As much as I wanted to shove my face in her pussy, I needed Lake to know that this was about more than just sex. And as much as I’d love to tell her I loved her,
I knew she wouldn’t believe me. She barely believes I want her for my girlfriend; there’s no way she’d believe that I loved her if I told her right now.

  My hands went to the button of my jeans as I instructed her, “Get on the bed.” And she did. But she crawled under the covers like the virgin she was, and my heart ached with how I was going to ruin her. Not enough to not do it, mind you, but her innocence was refreshing.

  I thought about what Chance had said about how he’s been fucking the same girl over, and over again these past few months, and I knew that wasn’t what this was going to be. It was going to be painful and messy for her, and mind-blowing and incredible for me. Sex with Lake was going to be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I couldn’t wait.

  Removing my socks and my jeans, I decided to wait until I was in bed with her before removing my boxer briefs. Even though I knew she could see the outline of my hard cock, I didn’t want to make her more anxious with its size. And it wasn’t bragging if it was true.

  I crawled into bed with her, and as I covered her with my body, I wasn’t sure how I was going to leave here come Sunday. Braced on my elbows, Lake was staring up at me like she was baring her soul to Satan. I could see it all in her blue eyes. She was waiting for the punchline. She was waiting for me to use her and move on. And if I could see that all in her eyes, the only question left was, if she didn’t believe in us, why was she letting me do this? Why was she giving herself to me?

  This time, it was me asking the question, “Why?”

  And then she said something that had me almost dragging her to the courthouse by her hair. “Because I’d rather regret you than never have experienced you.”

  My lips came down on hers, and I did my best to show her what I couldn’t tell her. Lake opened her legs to cradle my body, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started kissing my way down her neck, and when I got to her tits, it was a wonder I didn’t nut off like a twelve-year-old.