A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,58

mind that could possibly be said. It just felt so good.

So fucking good…

My body suddenly tensed up and I pulled a pillow to my face.

I cried out into the pillow as I climaxed again.

I was frozen as my body shook with a pleasure filled fury.

Reed’s hands touched my hips and he pulled me back against his body.

I threw my head back and cried out into the night.

Reed started to fuck me again.

He was back in control.

Heavy and thorough thrusts forward.

His groans getting louder each time he fucked at me.

When he sucked in a breath and hissed, he thrust forward and climaxed.

I shut my eyes and felt our bodies throbbing together.

A moment where we were synched up and agreed on something.

Rare, but again… so fucking good.

Reed moved slowly. Guiding himself back and forth, not wasting a drop of our pleasure.

When he moved out of my body, I lowered down to the sleeping bag.

Reed then fell next to me and pulled the other half of the sleeping bag over us.

We were both taking deep breaths to calm our racing hearts.

He kissed the back of my neck and I thought for sure I was going to come again.

I wasn’t sure how much my body could take.

His right arm moved around my body and he pulled me against his body.

I felt his swollen cock throbbing against my lower back.

I still wanted more.

It was an endless need when I was near Reed.

It almost felt unfair because it wasn’t like we were together or anything.

We were just… here. Now. This moment. This night.

I shut my eyes, not wanting to sleep.

“I meant what I said before, honey,” Reed whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’ll make it right. Somehow. Someway.”

“Reed, don’t do that,” I whispered. “No post sex promises.”

“I’m not making promises, Abby.”

I moved to my back and looked up at the stars. The back of my head was on Reed’s shoulder.

I opened my mouth.

Why did you leave me like that, Reed? What really happened that night?

I knew if I asked that right then the night would have come to an end. It would have exploded. I would have ended up grabbing my clothes and calling for a ride home.

Instead, I shut my mouth.

I stayed with Reed.

I looked at the stars.

He played with my hair, like he used to do.

I smiled and fell asleep.

Realizing that I was falling in love with the man I swore I would forever hate.

Morning came.

I was curled up in the sleeping bag, still completely naked.

I grabbed for my clothes as I carried the sleeping bag around me.

It was not the easiest thing to do.

The sleeping bag was heavy.

I should have just used a blanket but by the time I thought about it, I was already at the door.

Neils looked right at me and my face turned bright red.

He turned and showed his hands.

I opened the door.

“Sorry,” I called out.

“Don’t be,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re covered up.”

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck, not like that. I mean, you’re pretty, you know? But I mean… I’ve seen some of them just walk around naked…”

“Oh,” I said.

Reed appeared. “What is this? Giving Neils a show?”

My face burned hotter. “What the fuck?”

Reed laughed. He kissed my forehead and I shuffled my way out of the kitchen.

I felt uneasy.

Thinking about some of them.

Meaning the women Reed fucked. The ones that followed the band. Or the women that the band took care of. Strippers. Escorts. All that crazy rock star stuff. Which was no shock at all. That’s the way it had always been. But it still irked me a little to think about other women walking around naked in Reed’s house.

Of course… my heart led that charge.

My heart would do anything to hurt myself.

Or maybe my heart was just dumb enough to foolishly fall too hard.

I stood in the entrance foyer.

I wasn’t sure how long I was standing there when Reed showed up.

“You lost?” he asked.

“What? No. I… no.”

Reed closed in on me but he didn’t hug me or anything. “What’s wrong? Worried about Neils? He didn’t see anything.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not worried about him. I’m just… nothing.”

My mind thought about the calls I would get from time to time. Reed could help me with that…

“We need to get dressed and get to the studio. Have something going on.”

“Another recording session?” I asked.

“Something like that,” Reed said. “I can swing by your place and you can get changed if you want.”

“I can drive myself to the studio. It would look bad if we show up