Read Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy Book 3) Online

Authors: Marysol James

Tags: #Romance, #Fiction, #Military, #Contemporary, #sex

Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy Book 3) (15 page)

Jenny pulled up to King’s Garage and hesitated. The thought of walking in to a place owned and run by some guy with possibly-shady connections was a bit worrying. So was the fact that most everyone inside was going to be male.

OK, Jenny. Deep breath. Chris is in there, and if you want to talk to him right now, this is where you have to go. You’ll be fine. You're ready.

She opened her umbrella and walked in to the garage, looked around cautiously. It was huge inside, with huge men all over the damn place. She didn’t see Chris anywhere and a familiar feeling of panic started to settle over her.

“Can I help you?”

She whirled around to see a massive man. He was ferocious and tattooed and between her and the door. Her breath caught.

OK, calm down. Remember what you and Chris and Zoe have worked on. Remember that not every single man on the planet is a rapist. Right? Just talk to the guy, Jenny. Tell him what you want.

“Hi,” she squeaked. “I’m – I’m looking for Chris.”

The man gave her a narrow, intense look. “You Jenny?”

She jumped. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess.” He came closer and she stood still. “I’m King.” Cautiously, he extended his large hand. “Good to meet you.”

She looked down at his hand. It suddenly occurred to her that the third man she was actually going to touch in more than six years was a possible criminal.

This is Chris' boss and he's not going to hurt you. Just shake the man’s hand.

She reached out. “Good to meet you too.” His grip was surprisingly gentle, and she saw real kindness in those gray eyes. They looked a bit like Chris’, and her chest tightened at the thought that she may have screwed everything up with him.

He smiled. “Chris is upstairs. You go on through, hon.”

“Thanks,” she said.

Jenny walked up the stairs, trying to ignore the fear building in her stomach. What if he was so angry he wouldn’t listen to her? What if she’d lost him?

She reached the top of the stairs and looked around. “Chris!” she called softly.

A door at the end of the hall opened and there he stood. He was huge and gorgeous and she ached to kiss him. All she wanted was to be in bed with him, with him deep inside her body, giving her pleasure, taking pleasure from her.

“Jenny!” He was shocked. “What are you doing here? My God… are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He bolted down the hall to her, then he remembered her reaction to him that morning, and he stopped dead.

Don’t scare her, man. Just keep away from her until she tells you otherwise.

She saw the uncertainty in his face and she closed the distance between them in four steps. She walked right in to his arms and held on to him, her lips on his throat. Without any hesitation now, he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I love you, Chris,” she whispered. “I love you so much. Can you forgive me for being so stupid this morning?”

Stunned, he held her away from him. “You – what?”

“I love you.”

He stared down at her. “You do?”

“Yes. And I’m sorry I panicked this morning… I just – I heard you say you love me last night, and I freaked out.”

He cursed under his breath. "I thought you were asleep. You weren't supposed to hear that, Jenny. I didn't think you could handle it... it was too much, too soon. I mean, we'd just made love for the first time." His eyes were anxious. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She reached up and touched his lips. “I should have talked to you about it. I should have told you what was happening in my head. Please, babe, believe me when I say that I’ll never shut down on you like that, not ever again. I promise.” She kissed him. "I love you."

“Oh, my God, sweetheart.” He took her face in both of his hands. “I love you too. So much, baby, more than I’ve loved anyone or anything, ever.”

“Can we talk?” she asked. “Tonight, when you come home?”

“Yes.” He kissed her now, over and over, loving her soft curves against his hard muscle. “Yes. We’ll talk, and we won’t stop until we figure this all out. Deal?”

“Deal.” Her blue eyes glowed up at him. “And then? We’ll do everything
except
talk, and we won’t stop until the sun rises.”

“I’d better take tomorrow off work then, huh?”

“You bet, babe.” She kissed him again, a teasing, lingering kiss that made him harden. “Tomorrow, you’re all mine.”

“Just tomorrow?”

She grinned. “For starters.”

It was just after one a.m. Chris and Jenny lay in her bed, naked and sweaty and exhausted in the best possible way.

“I still can’t believe you came to King’s today,” he said. “Shook his hand, didn’t panic… you’re amazing, baby.”

“You helped me get here,” she said quietly. “You showed me that I can trust men. Not always and not all men, I know that, but I can’t go around assuming that
every
man is a monster.”

They kissed, softly.

“So are you sure that you really want me to stay here?” he asked. “Move in, like officially?”

She propped herself up on one arm. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Are you sure that you really want to stay here? Move in, like officially?”

“Positive.” He stroked her hair back over her shoulder. “I don’t want to be anywhere
but
where you are, Jenny.”

“OK, then.” She smiled. “I guess you should move all your stuff out of the guestroom tomorrow, then. I’ll clear out space in the closet and the dresser… this is
our
bedroom now.”

He ran his thumb over her full lower lip. “I love you… I love you, baby.”

“Oh, Chris. I love you too.”

He moved his hand to the back of her neck and gently tugged her to him, her lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. She moaned when his fingers slipped between her wet folds and stroked her to readiness again. Their bodies came together, tight and hard, and they cried out, clutching and clenching, whispering endearments and promises for the future.

They didn’t fall asleep until well after four o’clock. When Jenny woke up wrapped in Chris’ arms and she looked in to his warm gray eyes, the last thing she wanted to do was panic, or run, or hide, or move even one inch away.

I want to be calm and still; I want to be seen and close. And loved. That’s what I want most of all.

And there with Chris, she
was
all those things – all those things, and so many more. With Chris, she was everything she’d ever imagined that she could be; she had everything she'd ever been afraid to hope for. She was whole.

Dear Reader,

I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ series characters. ‘Enemy From The Past’ (Unseen Enemy #4), Kat and Jim’s story, will be published on November 25th, 2014.

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About the author

Marysol James is the author of the 'Open Skies', ‘Fighting For Love’ and 'Unseen Enemy' series. She writes steamy, sexy, slinky romances which feature strong, complex women and equally fascinating men. Marysol is interested in producing well-written and passionate stories with characters who learn to let go of control and to trust – both in and out of the bedroom.

Her stories are very sensual (very!), and offer smart plots, a bit of humor, and lots of character development, so her books will appeal to readers who want emotional connection as well as sexuality.

When not writing, Marysol can be found swimming, doing yoga, listening to music and drinking coffee. To stay up-to-date with her, visit her official author website at www.marysoljames.com

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