Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Do you want to help?” she says, returning from the bathroom wearing only her underclothes.

  I’ve already stripped and am ready for bed. “Sure.”

  I unclip her bra and then hook my fingers into the band of her panties and pull them down. Then I take her hand and lead her to bed. It takes every ounce of self-control not to caress my beautiful woman. First, I have to find out what is bothering her.

  “Is everything okay?” Mila says as I arrange the covers around us. Her eyebrows are drawn together with worry.

  “Yes and no,” I tell her and then gather her in my arms to reassure her. Her full tits are cushioned against my chest. Her nipples graze across my chest. My cock is already hard, and I adjust us so that it’s between her thighs. “I don’t know.”

  Then I go ahead and explain what I saw at the ice cream parlor. The same shadow of apprehension crosses her eyes, and I know that it was not my imagination. “Please tell me what’s the matter, sweetheart. I’ll make it right.”

  She inhales deeply. “It’s nothing. Sometimes I worry about the future.”

  I kiss her lips. “There’s nothing to worry about. Everything will work out just fine.” I know she’s worried about Isaac. “I have a feeling that the judge will decide in our favor. All will be well.”

  She lays her hands on my shoulders and caresses me. Then she makes rocking movements, and my cock touches her pussy folds. It immediately springs to attention.

  I lower my mouth to capture one of her nipples into my mouth while grinding my cock against her pussy. Mila groans and writhes as I alternate from one taut peak to the other. I lick, suck, and palm her nipples, having my fill of them. I play with her breasts, weighing them in my hands before returning to lick her sensitive nipples. With my tongue and mouth, I worship her tits, licking every inch of them. I even lick her cleavage, running my tongue from top to bottom. Her pussy soaks my cock with her juices as I softly pump into her.

  “Lie on your back,” Mila tells me.

  I grin and roll onto my back. “I like a woman who takes control.”

  Her tits jiggle as she gets on top of me, and I reach out to tease her nipples again. Her nipples are like two pebbles. I love how responsive her body is. I push her breasts together so that it’s easy to move from sucking one nipple to the other. I lean forward and pop a nipple deep into my mouth. Mila throws her head back, lost in the sensation. I swirl my tongue over her nipples.

  My cock throbs as her pussy brushes against it. I lie back down but keep my hands on her hard nipples. Mila places her hands on my chest to brace herself and then slowly takes in my cock. I let out a sharp growl. Heaven.

  Her pussy clenches around my cock. I take in the sight of my woman rocking back and forth, her heavy tits swaying with the movement of her hips. Mila coos and whimpers as she rides me, and I can barely keep myself from coming.

  I palm her nipples and then grip her hips and pull her down on my cock harder. I drive my cock deep inside her pussy and watch her as she moans and calls my name.

  “You’re so beautiful up there,” I tell her. Her hair falls to her shoulders, and her mouth is half-open as she moans.

  “Fuck me, Brad,” she cries.

  I place my hands on her hands and drive my cock into her pussy hard. She screams again and again as I ram into her.

  “Like that, sweetheart?” I ask her.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  I feel Mila’s body start to tremble, and I know she’s about to come. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

  Without my strokes faltering, I reach for her hard nipples and tug at them That’s the final push Mila needs, and she comes noisily, her pussy gushing liquid over my cock.

  “I want to feel you coming inside me,” she says and leans over me so that her tits sway just above my face. I flick my tongue over each nipple that comes within reach of my mouth.

  Her pussy continues shuddering, and suddenly, I lose all my self-control and roar as my orgasm rips through me, sending hot cum into her pussy. She collapses on top of me, and I cradle her and softly massage her back and ass.

  “I can never get enough of you,” I tell her.

  She raises her head to look at me. “I hope you never do.”

  I smooth back her hair, away from her face. She lies back down and rests her head on my chest. I feel content. At peace with the world and my life. I don’t know what the future holds, but the one thing I know is that I’ve never been as happy as I’ve been since Mila came into my life.

  We fall asleep in each other arms, and sometime in the night, I wake up to something hot on my cock. I open my eyes to find my woman with her mouth on my cock. Every man’s dream. To be woken up with a blow job.

  Her tongue works over every inch of my cock, and I let out a moan. Her hand plays with my balls while the other works with her tongue to caress my cock. I’m hit by sensations from every angle.

  I let out a slow breath of air as I fight to keep control. Keeping her hand on my cock, Mila takes each of my balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, and I let out a guttural growl. I feel like I’m losing my mind with pleasure.

  My hips rock back and forth of their own violation. Mila takes me back into her mouth, sucking, licking, and teasing my cock. I hold her head as it bobs up and down. “That’s right, Mila, suck my cock.”

  It doesn’t take long before I’m shooting cum into her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I say afterward. “What a way to start the day. How did I get so lucky?”

  Chapter 34

  Mila

  The last couple of days have been the best in my life. Even a visit from the court evaluator doesn’t mar our happiness. I’ve been painting for the last two hours, and my back feels sore. I get up to stretch just as my cell phone vibrates. My stomach in knots, I reach for it, and immediately relax when I see Brad’s name on the screen.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he says.

  “Hi.” Pleasure swirls through me. That’s the thing with Brad. Just hearing his voice is enough to make me happy. Deliriously happy.

  “I’m leaving work early today. Wear a dress. A short dress. I want to take you somewhere.”

  “Where?” I can barely contain my excitement.

  “Now, that is a surprise. Casual wear,” he says. “I’ll be there in twenty.” Brad disconnects the call before I can ask any more questions.

  I feel like a teenager as I hurry out of the studio and back to the house. In the bedroom, I look through my clothes and settle on a black and white short dress. I run a comb through my hair and wear a sexy red thong. Maybe I’ll show it to Brad in the car, I think with a giggle.

  He makes me feel years younger, and he’s brought out a naughty side of me that I never knew I had. A honk goes off just as I leave the bedroom. Brad gets out of the car as I shut the front door. He looks sexy in sunglasses, a white shirt, and chinos.

  “You look gorgeous,” he says.

  “You look hot,” I tell him. He holds the passenger door open, and I slide in.

  “So where are we going?” I ask as Brad eases the car out of the street parking.

  “To the movies,” he says and flashes me a small boy naughty grin.

  I laugh. “Really, at twelve?”

  “It’s the best time. No crowds and you get to eat anything you want without standing in line for it.”

  I clap my hands together. “Sounds fun.”

  “I told you we’ll do everything you haven’t done,” Brad says.

  I stare at him in wonder. He remembers everything I say. It’s a new experience to have a man who thinks everything I say is important. I could get used to this heady feeling.

  The theatre is in a mall, and we get basement parking. Hand in hand, we walk to the elevators and go up to the fifth floor where the theatre is. Brad buys our tickets for a King Arthur movie and then leads me to the snack bar.

  “Want anything?” he says.

  “Water and popcorn, please.”

  After we get our snacks, we
enter the darkened theatre. It’s almost empty with only a few people scattered around. We pick two seats at the back and settle down. I feel like a girl on her first date.

  Brad and I share the popcorn. We hold hands as the movie begins. I’m too aware of Brad next to me, and I can barely concentrate on the movie.

  I lean to his side to whisper into his ear. “I’ve never made out in a theatre either.”

  He chuckles softly and returns his water to the drink’s holder. “We’ll remedy that immediately.” My body tingles with anticipation.

  Brad turns his body to me, cups my cheeks, and kisses me deeply. His hands slide down until they cup my full breasts over my dress. It doesn’t take me long to start moaning into his mouth.

  I reach for the bulge I know is there, and Brad moans when I stroke his hard cock. He kneads my breasts and then pushes the straps of my dress away from my shoulders, baring my chest. Excitement courses through me. I can’t believe we’re making out in a movie theatre.

  Laughter bubbles up to my throat, but I stifle it. Meanwhile, Brad pushes the cups of my bra up and pinches both my nipples gently. I cry out. My voice reverberates in the theatre but is muted by sounds from the movies. The ache between my legs intensifies.

  We kiss and grope each other as the movie plays in the background. The bulge in the front of Brad’s trousers grows even larger. My mouth waters at the thought of fitting his huge cock in my mouth and tasting it. I look around. No one is seated near us.

  I unzip his fly, and Brad hisses as I free his cock from his boxer briefs. His cock is rock hard, and I moan softly as I take it into my mouth.

  “I love sucking your cock,” I tell Brad, and he inhales sharply.

  With one hand, I feel the thickness of his cock, and with my tongue, I tease the plump head and lick off the precum gathered at the tip. I lick the entire width of his cock before taking it all into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, making sure that each time, his cock slams the inside of my cheeks.

  Brad tries to be quiet, but every so often, a groan escapes his lips. He jerks his hips upward, almost choking me. My hand reaches for his balls, and I play with them as I suck his cock. I can’t believe that I’m doing this. A grown woman making out in a theatre. I’ve never done anything this crazy in my life. I feel alive. My pussy burns with need. I need some relief. I don’t give myself a lot of time to think in case I lose my nerve.

  I get up and slither onto Brad’s lap, facing away from him. I raise my hips and pull my thong to the side, and with Brad’s help, I lower myself onto his cock. A gasp escapes my mouth.

  The sensation of his cock filling me completely rockets me to unbelievable heights. My gaze bounces around the theatre, but the nearest people to us have their attention riveted on the screen.

  I’m so wet for him. I’m sure that I’m coating his cock with pussy juices. I take a second to catch my breath before raising myself again. I place my hands on the back of the chair in front of us and use it as leverage. Brad’s hands snake under my arms to play with my nipples.

  My eyes dart around the darkened theatre. Safe. Brad takes his hands away from my nipples and grips my hips. He drives hard into me, and I barely contain a scream. I whimper as each thrust touches a sensitive spot deep inside me. Our lovemaking is quick and intense. The danger surrounding us makes it even more delicious. We both want relief fast before an attendant enters the theatre, or someone notices what we’re doing.

  An orgasm quickly bubbles inside me. I grip the back of the chair hard, as it builds up inside me. I lose track of everything except my desperate need for release. When it comes, it rumbles through me like a thunderstorm. Brad makes growling noises that tell me that he’s in the throes of orgasm. I clench and unclench my pussy, milking as much of his cum as I can.

  Afterward, we take turns to go to the washroom to clean up.

  ***

  “Did you enjoy the movie?” Brad asks as we walk out of the theatre.

  I giggle. “Very much so. Especially the action off-screen.”

  He squeezes my hand. “We have time for a coffee before Isaac gets home.”

  The coffee house is empty, and we have our pick of where to sit. Brad leads me to a table by the window.

  “No one else could convince me to do what we just did,” Brad says after the waitress takes our order. He stares at me intently, and my face flushes. He laughs when he sees that I’m shy.

  “That has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” I tell him.

  Brad takes my hands. “I feel like I’ve known you forever. How did we ever manage without you? I can’t remember. Did I find things to laugh or smile about?”

  I laugh at the intensity in his expression. “I know what you mean. I feel the same. As if the feelings I experienced before were a shadow of this.”

  “That’s it exactly,” Brad says.

  The waitress returns with our coffees, and we drop our hands from the table. Everything would be perfect except for the thought that Clay could come back to LA. Jessica assures me that he’s back home. But for how long?

  My latte is sweet and milky. I wrap my hands around the cup for warmth even though it’s hot outside.

  “Are you okay? You looked worried for a second there,” Brad says. He knows how to read my mind. Something that Clay never mastered even after been married for several years.

  “It’s nothing,” I tell Brad and immediately launch into an update of my painting to distract him.

  “Do you think you’ll have an exhibition here in LA when you’re finished?” Brad asks.

  My agent had hinted that as well. LA has a vibrant Art community. I’m sure it’s something that she can easily put together, and I’m known well enough to be able to get one of the top galleries to stock my work. I’ve been thinking along those lines too, but it depends on so much. Like if Brad and I will still be together.

  I smile at Brad. “I’d like that, but it wouldn’t be any time soon. It takes me almost a year and a half to produce a collection.”

  “That’s not a long time,” Brad says.

  “No, it’s not.”

  We sit and stare at each other. Unspoken promises and hopes for the future lie between us. Only after the custody case can we make decisions regarding our relationship.

  Chapter 35

  Brad

  Fridays are my favorite day of the week. Always have been. The weekend is a time to spend with my two favorite people. Collins catches me just as I’m changing out of my gear in the locker room.

  “Hey, how’s it going?” he says.

  “Good.”

  He clears his throat. I groan inwardly. That means there’s something he wants to talk about. I hope it doesn’t take long. I want to pass by the flower shop and buy Mila the largest bouquet of flowers they have.

  “I want to have a word with you.” His tone is solemn.

  My stomach hardens. “Is everything okay with you?”

  “Yes, fairly,” he says. “It’s not about me, though. It’s about Mila.”

  At the mention of Mila’s name, I stop what I’m doing and turn to face him. “What about Mila?”

  A sheen of sweat covers his forehead. Whatever he wants to tell me is not good. All sorts of scenarios run through my brain. Has she been in an accident? How? She was home and had no plans to go anywhere.

  “Has something happened to her?” I ask.

  “No, nothing like that,” Collins quickly says. His gaze drops to the floor. “Debbie didn’t want me to tell you, but we’re family, man, and family doesn’t keep stuff from one another.”

  I shift my weight from one foot to another. “Just say it, man.”

  “Debbie saw Mila with a man at Sumptuous Coffee House downtown,” Collins says.

  My skin burns hot and tight. “A man? When?”

  “Day before yesterday,” Collins says, his gaze trained on the door.

  Mila did not mention meeting anyone. It’s not like her. She’s the most honest person I know. There must be
some mistake. “Is Debbie sure it was Mila?”

  Collins nods, misery drawn on his face. It doesn’t make sense for Mila to meet someone and not tell me about it. “Maybe it was a stranger she was making conversation with. Mila is social; you know that.”

  Collins holds my gaze. “They kissed on the mouth.”

  My blood turns to ice. Kissed? My Mila kissed someone. Coldness hits at my core. I don’t believe what I’m hearing. Surely lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.

  Mila’s smiling face jumps to my mind. Everything in me refuses to accept what Collins is saying. I couldn’t have misread her so badly. Then a voice at the back of my mind reminds me that it was the same with Brenda. Cheaters don’t come with a warning sign on their foreheads.

  I don’t know what to think or say. Collins claps my arm. “I’m sorry, man.”

  He says something else, but I don’t hear it. His footsteps echo in the locker room. I don’t know how long I stand there. Finally, I manage to get myself to my truck, and I sit there indecisively. I feel cast adrift with no sense of direction.

  I turn the ignition and find myself driving toward downtown. Twenty minutes later, I park outside Sumptuous Coffee House. My heart beats hard against my chest. I visualize Mila standing outside the entrance, looking furtively each way before hurrying in.

  No, I shake my head. That doesn’t sound like Mila at all. I don’t see her going behind my back to meet another man. And yet, my oldest friends confirmed it. Debbie is one of the most composed and trustworthy people I know. If she says she saw Mila kissing another man, then she did.

  The pain comes then. It comes dully at first before growing into epic proportions and spreading across my chest. It stabs and pulls as though someone has plunged a sharp knife into my flesh. How could Mila betray me the same way Brenda did? She knows what that would do to me. If she was tired of us, she could have just said so. My cheeks are wet, and I discover that I’m crying silently.

  I stare unseeingly at the coffee house. Is this somewhere they meet often? When did it start? So much doesn’t make sense. We had such a fun crazy date at the theatre the previous day. Was she just pretending to enjoy herself?