A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,55

was going… just go, honey. Just fucking go.

I could cut her a check by morning that would fix everything for her.

“Reed!”

“Hey, Reed!”

“Look here, Reed!”

“Someone flash him!”

I blinked twice and the crowd outside was slowly turning toward me.

A few wild - and fun - fans had no problem in lifting their shirts.

Not that I was ever going to be against seeing a pair of tits… even if they were hidden by a RAUCHY RECKS shirt.

Tonight my focus was on Abby.

I put my hands together and smiled at everyone.

“Listen, sweetie,” I called out. “I have to get going. Next time, wear a real shirt. Not this garbage. Okay?”

That got a few laughs.

I hurried down the sidewalk.

A few of the security workers were kind enough to make sure I could sneak through without getting attacked.

I crossed the street and saw Abby hurrying toward the corner.

That meant she was okay. She had a phone. She could call for a ride.

Back off, Reed. Let her go. This is what you both want. Right?

I shook my head and started to run after her.

This wasn’t what we both wanted.

We both wanted to have that one conversation we’d been avoiding for years.

I caught up to Abby and touched her arm.

“Hey, listen to-”

Abby let out a scream and spun around, slapping me in the face. She curled her fingers just enough to scratch me too.

I jumped back and grabbed for my face.

“Reed?” she yelled. “I thought you were… are you okay?”

I moved my hands from my face. “Holy shit, honey.”

“I thought you were attacking me,” she said. “I don’t know where I am. I’m scared.”

I touched the corner of my eye. “Fuck. You got me good.”

“Let me see,” she said.

She turned on the flashlight on her cell phone and shined it at my face.

She moved to her toes and was an inch from me.

Her right hand held the phone. Her left hand touched my shirt for balance.

I could smell her.

“I cut you,” she said. “Shit. Reed…”

“We’re good,” I said.

I put my hands to her hips to move her away from me.

Except I didn’t move her away.

I held her steady.

Her flashlight shining in my eyes.

“Can you turn that fucking thing off, honey?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said.

The flashlight turned off.

We stared at each other.

“You need a ride out of here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“If we go back to my place…”

“I know,” she said.

“What the fuck were you doing with Ven?” I asked.

I knew I was showing myself to Abby. A rock star like me suddenly looking just a little bit vulnerable.

Abby touched my face where she slapped and clawed me. “Jealous?”

I pulled her against my body. “What if I am?”

Abby gasped.

She wasn’t expecting that answer.

Neither was I.

We made it into the house and then it was… time.

I spun Abby around.

There were two choices.

Talk to her about what happened all those years ago on the side of the road.

Or fuck her.

The thing was… with Abby… it wasn’t just fucking her. It had deeper meaning. It was like cutting into my own heart. Just for fun. Just to feel pain. Just to feel good before the pain. Just to…

I lowered my mouth down to hers.

She jumped up into my arms and it was on like before.

The connection between us so undeniable. We couldn’t contain ourselves when we were too close for too long.

Just like before.

There was only so much fun teasing that could happen before things exploded.

Even when we argued and got pissed at each other, it would just end. We’d be in the middle of a really good argument and we would just start kissing. And fucking each other.

I skipped walking toward the bedroom.

I had a better idea instead.

I walked Abby through the house to the back.

Kissing her was the only logical way to keep both of us from talking.

Outside, I walked her to the edge of my pool.

The air was comfortable.

The pool was probably warmer than the air.

I broke the kiss and tasted her breaths as she gasped for air.

My hands cupped under her ass.

I held her against my throbbing cock, knowing she could feel it through my jeans.

“We’re at the edge of the water, honey,” I said.

“Reed…”

“I’m going to throw you in the water unless you answer my questions,” I said.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s soon.”

Abby started to wiggle out of my arms.

I dropped her a few inches and she grabbed my shoulders and screamed.

I put her on her feet but I kept her blocked in, right against the edge of the pool.

“What did you do with him?” I asked.

“What? This is about