Facing The Enemy

by M. E. Clayton

  I didn’t like it, but I conceded. I was picking my battles where Emerson was concerned. I finally had her where I wanted her, and I was not about to fuck it up. Besides, you needed to pick your battles carefully when you were dealing with someone who never backed down from one. I was pretty sure the only place Emerson was ever going to let me call the shots was in bed.

  And I was plenty okay with that.

  There wasn’t anything quite like have a strong, fierce, stubborn female surrender all her fight to you while you’re fucking her to orgasm. Holding Emerson down by her neck while I pounded into her body ruthlessly had me experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of my life. And I had almost passed the fuck out when I had her bent over and I popped my thumb in her ass and she came so hard she actually fucking squirted all over me.

  For a goddamn virgin, Emerson had opened her legs to me like the dirtiest of whores.

  If I wasn’t in love with her before this weekend, I sure the fuck was now.

  I looked back over my shoulder and I watched as she pulled her car into the parking lot and when she parked and got out, it was like it always is for me; I felt that punch in the gut at her very existence.

  Now, every other time we’ve been in this situation, I’ve run after her as she passed me with her middle finger in the air. But this time I stayed seated with Deke, Liam and a few other students lingering by. This time I wanted her to come to me.

  So, I sat and waited to see what she was going to do.

  She’s wearing her uniform with her backpack slung over her left shoulder. Her legs and arms are still scabbed here and there, but it’s been four days and most of her injuries from last Thursday have healed. Every other mark on her body was courtesy of my hands, mouth, teeth and cock.

  I kept my eyes on her as she made eye contact with me and started to walk towards me just as sweet as you please. I could feel my dick growing at the confidence she oozed stalking towards me.

  I wanted to thump on my fucking chest.

  Emerson walked right up to me, fit herself in between my knees and stretched up on her tip toes to give me a kiss.

  In front of fucking everybody.

  “Good Morning,” she teased.

  My hand snaked out and captured the back of her neck. I kissed her back, nipping at her bottom lip. “Good Morning, baby.” I could hear the gasps and mumbles all around us, but I didn’t care. Fuck them all. Well…all, except Deke and Liam, but I had spoken to both of them over the weekend, so they already knew Emerson and I had finally called a truce.

  “I missed you last night,” she said, running one hand down my chest. Everyone around us was so quiet, I knew they could hear our exchange.

  “So, fuck your aunt. Move in with me,” I said, meaning every goddamn word.

  Bailey had been one of the students that was milling about, and she chose that moment to snap everyone out of their stupor. “Move in with you?” she screeched, as she looked us over. “Oh, come on. You two aren’t really…I mean…” she sputtered.

  I hopped off the hood of my car and wrapping my arms around Emerson, she nestled her face into my chest. “We aren’t what, Bailey?”

  Her bugged eyes were darting back and forth between me and Emerson and Bailey looked equal dumbfounded and furious. “Ramsey, you are seriously not dating Emerson, are you? I mean, everyone knows you don’t date. You guys are obviously just fucking, right?”

  I knew it was killing Emerson to keep her mouth shut, but we both knew I had to be the one to set everyone straight. After all the cat and mouse games I played with her, I had to make my position clear to everyone, especially after her attack. I meant what I had said to her. No one would ever touch her again.

  Ever.

  “Not that it’s anyone’s business or anything, but Emerson is my girlfriend, Bailey,” I clarified for everyone, and then barked out a laugh at the look on Bailey’s face. “As a matter of fact, the only reason she’s only my girlfriend is because I don’t think she’d marry me yet if I asked right now,” I added, and I could feel Emerson tense in my arms. Marriage never came up this weekend, but she had to have known that’s where this was going to lead.

  I meant every word when I told her that her pussy was mine and mine only and would only ever be mine.

  Bailey’s shock and awe was interrupted when Roselyn walked up next to Liam. She jutted her chin out in our direction. “What gives?”

  “Just explaining to Bailey here that I’m Ramsey’s girlfriend,” Emerson answered her.

  Roselyn snorted and looked over towards Bailey. “How stupid are you?” she asked, harshly. “I mean, we all saw this coming.”

  “Fuck you, Roselyn,” she retorted, unoriginally. “So, what? You think you’re so cool now because your friend is fucking Ramsey Reed?”

  Liam threw his arm over Roselyn’s shoulders. “Nah, Roselyn was already cool,” he taunted her. “Ramsey being in love with Emerson is just a plus.”

  Bailey really lost all sense of composure at that. “In…in…lo…in love? What?”

  Emerson rolled her eyes and looked up at me. “I’m heading to class. You can come with me if you want to or not. But I’m going.” I chuckled because I wouldn’t have expected anything less.

  Emerson and I may have had come to an understanding this weekend, and we may not want to murder each other anymore, but I wasn’t confused about her backbone. I mean, fuck, this was a girl who got attacked on Thursday and then showed up to school on Friday with a proverbial ‘Fuck You’.

  I reached down and took her hand in my and headed towards the school’s entrance. And I have to say, it felt good to know she was following in my steps willingly. Deke, Liam and Roselyn fell into line with us until we reached the entrance, and everyone dispersed to their respective classrooms.

  Emerson and I made our way to the seats we had originally occupied when I first took her hostage. She was grabbing her textbook out of her bag when she said, “You know Bailey’s losing her shit, right?”

  “So,” I countered. “You think I give a shit about Bailey?”

  Emerson stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me. She cocked her head and I could see a million emotions dancing behind her eyes. “Ramsey, this isn’t my bedroom,” she said. “This is us in the outside world.” She shook her head. “This thing between us is going to upset a lot of people.”

  I leaned into her. “And you think I give a fuck?”

  She sighed. “You don’t get it, Ramsey.” Emerson waved her hand around, indicating our surroundings. “You’re like a god to these people. You have been completely untouchable up until now. There is going to be a lot of people who are going to resent that the poor, trailer park trash is the one person who manage to catch your attention after all this time.”

  “I don’t give one fuck what people think of me, Emerson,” I remind her. “I don’t care what they think of you either, so long as they treat you respectfully.” Her expression softened. “I finally have you and I’ll kill anyone who tries to ever come between us.”

  Chapter 26

  Emerson

  Being around Ramsey-without wanted to stab him in the neck-still felt a little surreal to me.

  We had spent all weekend going warp speed into our relationship. Ramsey has spent most of the weekend introducing me to all kinds of things I never knew about my body and I loved every single lesson. But in between bouts of aggressive sex, we had talk and we spoke about things that we shouldn’t have spoken about considering we’ve only known each other a few weeks.

  Ramsey told me all about his parents and their plans for his future, but then proceeded to tell me his plans for his future. He told me all about being groom from a young age to be cunning and ruthless. He had actually gone so far as to begin to tell me about his blackmail stash, but I stopped him. I knew this town’s adults were crap and their children weren’t faring any better; I didn’t need proof of it.

  In turn, I told Ramsey all about my father and mother and the years of abuse
we endured. I even told him about how my upbringing shaped the way I felt whenever he touched me. I was completely honest, vulnerable and open.

  Ramsey had fucked me in the most brutal way after that admission. He did everything he could to make me welcome his viciousness and not feel the shame that came with it sometimes.

  I believed him when he told me how much he loved me, but the mention of marriage this morning had thrown me for a loop. Granted, we were going full speed on this crazy train, but marriage? I’m only 17-years-old for Christ’s sake.

  I was already sitting down in fourth period when Deke took the seat to the right of me and Roselyn dropped down on the seat to my left. “What the hell, Emerson?” she started, immediately. “You get attacked on Thursday, basically tell every student in school to go fuck themselves on Friday, tell me you’re going to rest all weekend and now you show up arm in arm with the devil incarnate. What in the hell happened this weekend?”

  “Ramsey quit pulling on my ponytails and I stopped stealing his crayons,” I quipped. Deke chuckled next to me, and I suspected it was because he thought that was close enough to the truth.

  Roselyn rolled her eyes. “Come on, Emer, you gotta give me more than that.”

  “He broke into my house on Saturday and held me hostage until I gave in and professed my undying love for him,” I exaggerated, but not really.

  She straightened in her seat and said, “Now, that, I believe.” Then, as she was opening her textbook, she whispered, “Just as long as you’re happy and know what you’re doing, Emerson, then I’m game.”

  I smiled over at her. Roselyn was proving to be the best kind of friend. Deke shattered the near intimate moment when he snorted, saying, “Don’t act like Emerson’s the only person riding on her own personal crazy whirl ride.”

  Roselyn leaned forward to look around me and gave him some serious stink-eye. “Mind your own business, Deke Marlow.”

  My brows rose. “Well, well, well…what’s this all about, kids?”

  Deke mimicked Roselyn and leaned forward so he could look at her. “Just that Roselyn, here, has her own closet full of dirty, little secrets. Don’t you Linnie?”

  I didn’t care what it was that I didn’t know. Roselyn has been a great friend to me, and I wasn’t going to let Deke intimidate her. “Leave her alone, Deke.”

  His dark green gaze shot to mine and he just grunted as he righted himself back in his seat. I knew something significant just happened, but I didn’t want to push him. I also didn’t want to push Roselyn. If there was something she didn’t want me to know, I could respect that. Everyone’s entitled to a little privacy.

  The teacher’s voice turned our attentions to class and nothing more was said. It wasn’t until the bell rang and Deke silently got up and walked out of class that Roselyn finally spoke. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled.

  I shook my head as I gathered up my stuff. “No need to be sorry, Roselyn,” I reassured her. “If something isn’t my business, then it’s not my business.”

  “Emer-”

  “It’s fine, Roselyn. It really is.” I thought that had been the end of it, but as soon as we exited the classroom, she grabbed my arm and drug me into one of the nooks the design of the hallways created. “Ugh, fine,” she exaggerated. “Beat it out of me, why don’t you.”

  “Uh…”

  “What I’m about to tell you no one else in the world knows besides Deke, Liam and Ramsey,” she whispered, and I was blow away by the sheer fact that she shared a secret with Satan’s Trio.

  This entire time, I was under the impression Roselyn had hated the boys. “Okay, but, Roselyn, if you don’t want-”

  She started flapping her hand in my face, shutting me up. “It’s not that,” she said. “I trust you, Emerson. I trust you more than anyone else here, it’s just…” she trailed off and I knew whatever she was about to tell me was something big. My heartbeat actually started to turn into a hummingbird flutter.

  “Whatever it is, Roselyn, you’re my friend. That won’t change with whatever it is you want to share.” I watched as Roselyn’s eyes darted around to everything but mine. She looked utterly embarrassed and…scare, I think. “Roselyn, I don’t want to know, okay. Whatever-”

  Her big, beautiful blue eyes landed on my grey ones and she blurted out her secret with no caution whatsoever, “I sleep with Liam and Deke.”

  I don’t know how long I was silent or how many times my eyes blinked just staring at her, but after 17 centuries, I finally managed to ask, “Do you mean you’ve slept with both of them at some point?”

  Her light, flawless complexion took on a rosy hue. “No, Emerson. I mean I sleep with them,” she corrected. “As in I’m fucking them both and sometimes at the same time.” Her voice lowered to a barely audible whisper. “Most of the time it’s at the same time.”

  Holy. Mary. Mother. Of. God.

  I needed a moment and she gave it to me. But after that deafening pause, I asked, “So, you’re in a sort of ménage relationship with Deke and Liam?” And then I remembered the night we went to Club Pounce. “What about the guy you see over in Manotile?”

  She had the grace to flush. “There is no guy,” she admitted. “Well, not a guy like that. Deke and Liam are the only boys I’ve been with.” And then she damn near broke my heart when she asked in a voice full of shame and heartbreak, “Do you hate me? Do you think I’m disgusting?”

  My shock notwithstanding, I wasn’t about to let my only friend believe such things. “Hell no, I don’t hate you or think you’re disgusting, Roselyn,” I rush out. “I’ll admit it’s not something I’m familiar with, but I don’t think you’re disgusting for it. Hell, I imagine a lot of girls would kill to be in your position. I mean, Deke and Liam are hot as hell.”

  “It…” she sounded so shamefully embarrassed, her voice was breaking my heart. “It started during winter break during our junior year. It…Brandon was having a party and I was in my bedroom, trying to mind my own business, when the door swung open and Deke and Liam walked in.” She had my attention like free candy called to a toddler. “It started out all innocent enough…they claimed they had been looking for Brandon. They shut the door, made themselves comfortable on my bed and then Liam pulled up the bottle of liquor he had in his hand. One shot led to many and the next thing I knew, we were all naked in bed together and…”

  All of my attention was focused on her story. “And…?”

  “It was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced in my life. It was…was…they made it like…I wasn’t there to please two guys, two guys were there to please me, ya know?” No. No, I didn’t know. But it sounded hot as hell. “They worshipped me in a way that trumped the horrible shame I felt the next day.”

  “What happened the next time you saw them?” I asked, and I knew my voice sounded raspy.

  She swallowed and answered, “They came back over to the house that evening and flat out told me that I was going to be their girlfriend-which made no sense-and that the three of us were in this together. There were no rules about how we’d all be together.”

  “So…” I hated to bring this up, but I was curious, “I’ve seen them flirt with other girls before, Roselyn. Are you guys allowed to date other people?”

  She gave me a small smile. “No. We’re…faithful-God, that sounds so ridiculous,” she groaned. “The flirting is their way to make sure no one ever finds out about us. About me. Can you imagine how hellish my life would be if people here knew?”

  She was right. The jealousy would eat these people up and she’d be in the same boat I’m in now. While I was obsessed with Ramsey, I wasn’t blind. Deke and Liam were delicious looking.

  “S…so, you don’t hate me?” she asked again. “Are you sure?” Roselyn gave me a wobbly smile, but I could see the sheen still coating her eyes.

  I looped my arm around hers and said, “Next girls’ night, I’ll tell you all about Ramsey’s eight inches if you tell me what it’s like to be worshipped at t
he same time by the likes of Deke and Liam.”

  This time her smile was genuine and her face relaxed ten-fold. “Deal,” she laughed, and we separated, heading towards our lockers.

  When I turned the corner, I saw Ramsey leaning against his locker waiting for me and I was about to make his day. Even though threesomes weren’t for me, Liam and Deke were scorching hot, and imagining what it felt like when Roselyn was with them, it had me wet.

  I walked up to Ramsey, dropped everything I was holding and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him like we were invisible.

  When we finally broke apart, I was panting, and Ramsey was rock hard. “Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not, but what was that for?” he asked, still holding me in his arms.

  “Roselyn just told me about her, Liam and Deke,” I answered, making sure only he could hear me.

  Ramsey’s eyebrow twitched. “And that got you all wet and horny?” he asked. “You want to try a threesome, Emerson? A foursome?”

  I shook my head. “No. It’s nothing like that.”

  “Then what?”

  “I don’t know how to explain it,” I started. “You’re the only man I want touching me, kissing me and anything else. But the images in my head of how sordid their behavior is…”

  Ramsey smirked and leaned into my ear. “Is your pussy wet, baby? Do you need me to take you somewhere and fuck you?”

  I whimpered, “Please, Ramsey…”

  “Say it, Emerson,” he teased. “Say the words.”

  I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and brushed my body up against his. “Let’s skip lunch,” I suggested. “Let’s skip lunch and take me somewhere, Ramsey.”

  Without another word, Ramsey took my hand and led me to an empty classroom.

  Chapter 27

  Ramsey