Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Brad looks at the time. “Perfect timing. I’ll go wake him up, but before I go, coffee for the lady?”

  “Thanks.” I plop onto the dining room chair, glad to get off my legs, which feel as if they cannot hold me up any longer.

  Brad flashes me smiles as he pours and then brings my coffee. He kisses my forehead and then leaves. I grin, unable to believe the turn of events. I’m knee-deep in a physical affair and loving every moment of it. I’ve never done this before, and it makes me feel wild and free, more than my divorce papers did.

  It hits me then that I haven’t thought about Clay in a while. If only I’d known earlier that the only thing I needed to move on was a wild affair, I would have done it. But it wouldn’t have worked. It had to be Brad.

  His and Isaac’s voices bring me back to the present.

  “Good morning,” I tell Isaac as he comes for a morning hug.

  I help serve breakfast, and we sit together and eat the pancakes Brad made.

  “I’ll clean up,” I tell Brad and urge them to leave before they’re late. Brad holds the door for Isaac, and his hand snakes behind me and pinches my ass.

  When they leave, I busy myself cleaning the house and planning today’s dinner. Afterward, I pop into my rented house, which now feels unwelcoming and cold. I go to the attic and sit down with my sketchbook and begin to draw.

  What seems like hours later, I look down at what I’ve drawn, and my face heats up. A naked Brad, with his huge cock erect, and jutting out of his body. I moisten at the sight and then tear off the page and tuck it into a drawer out of sight.

  ***

  “See you tomorrow,” Debbie says to Isaac as he hops out of the van. She smiles at me, and I wave.

  “Hi,” I tell Isaac and ruffle his head.

  He looks up at me and gives me the most glorious smile. The kind that just makes me feel all mushy inside. “Hi Mila,” he says. “Mrs. Jones had us talk about our families today, and I told them all about you.”

  Curiosity gets the better of me. “Who did you say I am?”

  “I said you’re our special friend, and that I knew you before my dad did.”

  Tears spring to my eyes at the words. “You and your dad are my special friends too. And now I get to take care of you too.” We go up the porch and into the house.

  Isaac and I have fallen into a routine. We get into the house and part ways. He goes into his room while I prepare his after school snack. When it’s ready, I call him, and we sit in the kitchen and chat as he eats.

  “I don’t like Fiona anymore,” he says as he chews his sandwich.

  I’m getting to know all of Isaac’s friends. He talks about Fiona a lot. I’m alarmed to hear that he doesn’t like her. “How come?”

  His little face falls, and tears spring to his eyes. I reach out and touch his hand.

  “She didn’t want to play with me. She wanted to play with Abby.”

  Fiona is all of five years old, so I can’t really get angry with her for refusing to play with Isaac.

  “What about the boy you told me about yesterday? Joseph.”

  “He wanted to play, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to play with Fiona. She’s my best friend.”

  “How about tomorrow you ask Joseph to play with you. I know Fiona is your best friend, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have other friends too. Right?”

  He nods. I’m not sure how much of what I’m saying he understands. My heart expands and constricts. It must be really difficult to be a mother.

  “I’ll remind you in the morning,” I tell him, and he embarks on another story. This one luckily is happy, giving my heart a rest.

  After his snack, we go to the trampoline and bounce on it, though I do more lying down than bouncing. I’ve never spent this much time with a child. I feel guilty now and sad because I didn’t spend a lot of time with Jessica’s kids. She had them so close together that going to their house was intimidating. I missed out on a great relationship.

  Later, we go back into the house, and I start cooking dinner while Isaac goes to his room to play. It’s so different from the life I was used to. I like it. It’s simple, undemanding, and just what the doctor ordered.

  The closer Brad’s home time gets, the more excited I become. I remember his question before he left.

  I can’t wait for this evening. I want to fuck you again, Mila, may I?

  Desire pools in the pit of my stomach, and I stop stirring for a few seconds. I remember the feeling of his cock buried deep in my pussy, and my legs tremble. My nipples harden against the material of my maxi dress.

  I return to my cooking and try to distract myself before my horniness becomes unbearable.

  Chapter 9

  Brad

  I’ve been grinning for no reason at work all day. More than one person has asked me what I’m so happy about. Still, there’s one thing that is marring my joy, and I work through it in the course of the day.

  By evening, I’ve come up with a solution. I don’t want to hurt Mila, but giving her hope that there can be anything more between us is wrong. She’s beautiful and sweet, and she deserves better. I don’t want to be the man that raises her hopes and then crushes them.

  I only want her body, nothing else. She probably dreams of a real relationship. That’s not something I can give her. I’m just not emotionally available. That part of my life is closed. My aim is to raise Isaac to be a good person, the best person he can be. And while at it, enjoy my life with a few physical affairs if they happen to fall my way. There will be no walking down the aisle a second time for me, and Mila deserves to know that. I decide to have that talk with her.

  I stop and buy a bottle of wine on the way home. I’m frightened to lose her. She’s brought a lot of happiness into our lives, and I don’t want to lose her just when we’ve found her.

  But more than that, she’s giving Isaac a mother figure. I’ve noticed how often they hug and cuddle. He seems happier, more excited to be home. And it’s all due to Mila. But I can’t lead her on even if it is to make my son happy. I’ll gently tell her and hope that it doesn’t drive her away.

  Armed with a bottle, I get into the house and immediately smell dinner. Mila is good at that. Guilt floods me at how relaxed I’ve become. I haven’t cooked dinner once this week. I have to remind her that she doesn’t need to cook for us. I can do that.

  Isaac hears the sound of the door and comes running from his room.

  “How was your day, buddy?”

  “Good,” he says and goes into a conversation devoid of periods and commas as he brings me up to date.

  Afterward, I go to the kitchen and pause at the entrance at the sight of Mila in a beautiful, flowing dress. It almost touches the floor, but what grabs my eye is how it brings out her curves. She turns to get something and sees me. She comes straight into my arms.

  We hold each other for a few seconds without speaking. I inhale her sweet scents and enjoy the feel of her soft body pressed against mine.

  “Dad, I forgot to tell you something,” Isaac says entering the kitchen, and we jump apart.

  We exchange a guilty smile before I turn my attention to Isaac.

  ***

  I’m nervous as I carry the wine and wine glasses to the living room and place them on the coffee table. I’m worried about Mila’s reaction when I tell her. Still, it has to be done.

  I pour us both a glass of merlot and hand one to her. “I hope you like merlot?”

  She smiles, and my heart skips a beat. She’s so gorgeous. For a second, I rethink my decision to have that talk with Mila. Then I come back to my senses. I remind myself that I care about her, and that’s the reason I want to do it.

  “I do, thanks,” she says.

  She takes the glass, and as our fingers touch, sparks leap from her hand to mine. She jerks a little, and I know she felt it too. I pick up my glass and choose the couch opposite Mila. If I sit too close to her, I’ll get distracted by her proximity.

  I take a huge gu
lp of wine for courage. I ask her about her day and tell her a little about mine. I never used to share the details of my work with Brenda. She said it left her feeling low, hearing all the sad details of human suffering. I understood her and learned to keep things to myself.

  I make sure that I don’t tell Mila any sad things. I don’t tell her about the downtown fire where we lost one person, a husband and dad. Instead, I tell her about the Spider-Man wannabe who got stuck on the second story of a building and got a panic attack.

  I love to hear her laugh. She laughs with her whole body. Everything shakes, and she throws her head back.

  Mila keeps up with my speed of drinking the wine. Her skin glows, and she looks so freaking gorgeous. As I hand her the last glass, I’m unable to resist, and I lean in and kiss her on the mouth. I go back to my seat.

  I smile to soften what I’m about to say. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

  “Mmm,” she says and looks at me over the rim of her glass. “Sounds serious.”

  “It’s not,” I say quickly.

  “That’s good because I have something I want to do first,” she says and uncurls her legs from beneath her body where they are tucked.

  She stands and places her wine glass on the table and sashays to me. I’m transfixed as she takes my glass and places it on a stool. Her hands reach for the hem of her dress, and she slowly inches it up. My cock instantly hardens as she reveals her legs and then her thighs to me.

  I’m not breathing. Mila stops when she reaches the tops of her thighs. Then she raises one leg, arranges it on one side of mine, and does the same with the other. My cock jerks as her bare pussy comes in contact with it. I hiss.

  She peels the straps of her dress from each shoulder as she shifts her weight. Then she pulls down the dress to expose her tits, covered in a lace bra. She drops her hands, throwing the ball in my court to do as I please.

  I lick each of her nipples through her bra. She sucks in a breath as I undo the front clasp of her bra and free her tits. I immediately capture one nipple in my mouth and suck and then flick it with my tongue.

  “Your tits feel so good,” I tell her between mouthfuls.

  “I love what you’re doing,” she says and shifts, sliding her pussy over my hard cock.

  “Do that again, babe,” I tell her.

  She does, sliding her bare pussy over my cock.

  My cock jerks and fights against the constraints of my trousers. I turn my attention back to pleasing Mila. I want to hear her moans and cries. Her eyes darken with need as I rub my thumbs over her nipples and play with them.

  She places her hand under my chin and lifts my head. Our lips meet, and we kiss passionately and with an urgency that we did not have before. Mila runs her hands through my hair and neck.

  “I want your cock inside me,” she says, and I almost creamed myself.

  She fumbles with my belt. Without breaking the kiss, I undo my belt and zip and pull down my trousers and briefs while she’s still on my lap. I kick them off and then settle back down. I place my hands on her ass as she bites my lower lip.

  “I have to have you now, Brad,” she says, her voice husky with need.

  “Ride me, Mila,” I tell her.

  She lifts her dress and pulls it over her neck in one movement, and then tosses it to the ground. She places one hand on my shoulder and then poises herself over my cock before slowly lowering herself on it. I close my eyes as her tight wet pussy envelops me. I knead her sweet ass as I try to keep myself under control.

  I hiss as her pussy takes in my cock completely. She pumps up and down on my cock, and I open my eyes to look at her. She looks so beautiful with her hair wild and her tits bouncing against my chest.

  We fall into a delicious rhythm where I drive my cock into her, and she bears down.

  “Fuck, Mila!”

  “I love your cock,” she cries.

  “I love your pussy,” I tell her.

  A rumble rises in my chest. I’ve never had such hot sex with a woman. When my cock is inside her pussy, we become one person. Our movements are in sync, and just by looking at her, I know what she’s feeling. Because at that moment, I feel the same.

  My breath is ragged now. Mila is close too. The muscles of her thighs tremble, and little whimpers escape her mouth.

  “Fuck my brains out, Brad,” she says, and I increase the pace of my thrusts. I part my legs for better leverage and slam my cock into her pussy.

  “Yes! Like that.”

  “I want you to come hard for me, babe,” I manage to say.

  “I’m almost,” Mila says.

  My thrusts are no longer controlled. Pressure builds up in my cock. I fuck her fast and hard, mindless with need. She shakes and calls my name.

  “Oh, God, Brad. I’m coming,” she screams.

  Momentarily, I fear the noise might wake Isaac up, but he’s a heavy sleeper. Her pussy muscles tighten against my cock. I can’t hold back. Only after I explode inside her, do I remember that I did not use a condom.

  “Fuck.”

  “What is it?” Mila asks, her breath coming out fast.

  “I got so carried away I forgot to wear a condom,” I say.

  “It’s my fault too, but you don’t need to worry. I’m clean, and I don’t get pregnant.” Her voice cracks a little.

  My heart squeezes at her sadness. I cradle her in my arms. My cock is still buried deep in her pussy. How unfair that she cannot get children when she’s so good with Isaac. She’d make an awesome mother.

  “I’m clean too,” I tell her as I inhale the scent of her hair. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t been with a woman since my ex-wife left.”

  “Me too,” she says and then giggles. “I don’t mean your wife—”

  I chuckle. “I know.”

  We sit holding each other like that for a while.

  Chapter 10

  Brad

  I can’t believe it’s Friday, I think to myself as I stir the gravy. The week just zipped by. I only saw Mila briefly as she excused herself to pop over to her place when I came home. I didn’t tell her what I’m making for supper, but I know she’ll like it.

  After Brenda left, I learned fast and came to enjoy it. Tonight’s dinner is baked chicken, gravy, mashed potatoes, and green beans, with savory buttered rolls. I’ve cheated a little by buying the rolls in this bakery near the station that has the sweetest baked products.

  I want to invite Mila to watch baseball practice, but a warning at the back of my head tells me this is going too far. A recipe for disaster. Plus, it’s unfair to engage her during her free time. The decision is taken out of my hands when Isaac invites her during dinner. He’s blunt as only kids can be.

  “Will you come and watch me play baseball tomorrow?” he says to Mila.

  She smiles and takes her time by wiping the sides of her mouth first. “Sounds fun, but are outsiders allowed during practice?”

  Isaac sits up. “You’ll be allowed, besides, my dad is the coach.”

  I chuckle. “He’s right there.”

  She looks at me, questioningly.

  “We’d like it if you came.”

  “I’d love to,” she tells Isaac.

  I stare at her a minute longer than necessary. Something tightens in my gut as I look at her. Hidden longings surface, and I push them back down. I don’t want the luxury of allowing myself to wish for a permanent relationship with her.

  It’s a road that will leave nothing but heartbreak in its trail because I cannot commit to a long-term relationship. She’s beautiful, and I’m in lust with her. In the past, those feelings signaled to me that a relationship was in the works. I’ve changed. I’m not the naïve man I used to be. Brenda did this. She changed me into a frightened man. I may be ripped and strong when it comes to fighting fires and protecting people, but when it comes to heart matters, I am a wuss.

  After dinner, I wash dishes as Mila and Isaac pick a movie to watch on our streaming service. Afterward, I make popc
orn dripping in hot butter and carry it to the living room in three bowls.

  “We were just waiting for you, Dad,” Isaac says. “I’ll switch off the lights.”

  I laugh at his excitement.

  “It’s just like the movies, isn’t it, Mila?” he whispers as he lowers himself on the carpet.

  “No different,” Mila says.

  I settle down on the couch and gaze at the screen, but the story doesn’t register. I’m too wound up. It’s not like me to decide to say something and keep putting it off. I haven’t told Mila yet, and that bugs me. We’re beginning to act like a real couple.

  Halfway through the movie, Mila nudges me. “He’s asleep.”

  “Nothing new there. He has never watched a full movie on a Friday night,” I tell her.

  We smiled at each other.

  “I’ll take him to bed.”

  I carry Isaac in my arms and take him to his bedroom. When I return, Mila has put on some soft music, and she stands when I walk in.

  “A dance,” she says, and I take her into my arms.

  I sigh deeply as she settles into my arms as if she belongs there. I nibble her neck as we sway together, lost in a world of our own. Her hands gently caress my shoulders and back. Her nipples harden under her dress and rub against my chest, teasing me, and making my cock swell.

  Will I never get enough of this woman? A touch, a look, that’s all I need from Mila, and my cock hardens.

  “You’ve turned me into an animal, woman,” I whisper into her ear, and she chuckles.

  “That makes two of us,” she says.

  I cup her ass cheeks and pull her against me. I caress her back, her ass, and her thighs. I dip my head to her neck and take little bites. I wish I could save some of her scents to carry with me when we’re not together. Her hand snakes between us, and she places it over my cock.

  Our mouths meet, and we kiss leisurely. I explore every part of her lips and mouth. Our tongues swirl together. We take our time kissing. There’s no rush this time. Always in sync, we want to enjoy each other’s bodies. I want to know what makes her scream and shiver.