Fated to my Enemy by Diane Doherty
Chapter 102 (Ryley)
I only pulled away from Blake when someone cleared their throat. I had my legs wrapped around his waist as I sat on the counter. The thin fabric of my leggings did nothing to cushion his hard c*ock pushed against my dripping p*ussy. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me here in the kitchen. Bending me over the counter and t*hrusting his monster into me. Blake’s c*hest rumbled as I ran my hands down his n*aked c*hest.
“Where did grandma and grandpa go?” Aspen asked. He was standing on the other side of the island.
“We need a bigger house,” Blake groaned causing me to chuckle.
“You two are the ones doing it in the kitchen,” Aspen retorted.
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“Ew, Mom, stop,” Channing cringed.
“Why don’t you two go down to dinner? We will be down soon.” Blake told them, not turning away from me.
“Are you two going to be like this all the time?” Channing questioned. “Until the day you go off to college,” Blake answered, and both boys groaned.
“Fine, let’s go see if the girls are down there,” Aspen told Channing. “Don’t leave the pack house,” Blake demanded.
“Fine,” they both grumbled. I didn’t speak until I heard the door open and close.
“Is it terrible I just want you to bend me over this counter?” I purred, licking up his n*eck to his ear. His grip on my hips tightened as his body shivered.
Blake removed my shirt before crushing his l*ips to mine. The cheesecake I was making was abandoned as he uncl*ipped my bra. I discarded it, throwing it somewhere in the kitchen. My l*ips never left Blake’s as he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter.
“F*uck, you’re perfect, baby,” he grunted as he trailed k*isses down my jaw to my n*eck. He cupped my b*reasts, and I let out a gasp as he rolled my n*ipples between his fingers.
“Blake,” I m*oaned, panting.
He nipped and k*issed his way from my n*eck down my c*hest. And I was anticipating his mouth latched around a n*ipple.
“Son, we need to talk,” Blair announced, entering the apartment. I let out a scream as Blake covered my body with his. We were both breathless as I buried my face into his c*hest.
“Dad!” Blake growled.
“Oh s*hit, sorry. I’ll meet you in the hallway.” Blair exclaimed, slamming the door behind him.
“We need to start locking the door,” I breathed out. He let out a breathy chuckle.
“Are you okay?” He asked me.
“Yeah, just embarrassed.” I rushed out.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. He didn’t see anything.” He reassured me.
“He knew what we were doing,” I pointed out.
“He would have known, regardless of walking in on us. I’m just glad he didn’t see you n*aked.” He grumbled the last part and I giggled.
“You should probably go talk to him. It must be important,” I told him and he cursed under his breath.
“You can have me for dessert,” I purred. The growl that left his c*hest had me trembling in pleasure.
He k*issed my l*ips, hard before pushing away from the counter. He picked up my bra and shirt from the floor, laying them on the kitchen island. Then he came back over to me and helped me down off the counter.
“I’ll be back,” he pecked my l*ips before leaving to meet with his father. “F*uck,” I breathed out, leaning against the counter. Pleasure still coursed through my body as I tried to calm my racing heart.
“Ryley, snap out of it. You need to finish the cheesecake,” Lily barked at me. I huffed, getting dressed in the kitchen before turning to finish up what I was doing before Blake came in and distracted me.
After I had placed it in the oven, I went into our bedroom to get ready for dinner. I needed to shower and find something appropriate to wear since his family would be joining us. And whoever else his mother was going to invite.
First, I had a quick shower. After I was done, I dried my hair before putting it up in a bun. I curled some hair to frame my face. Then I got to work on my makeup. I wanted it light but enough to let her know I made an effort. When I was done, it was time to find something to wear.
This was the hard part for me. I had office attire but I didn’t know how to dress for a dinner with my man’s parents. Before I wasn’t with him. but now that I am and his mother hates me, I have no idea what to wear.
“Something ***y but still covering all the goods,” Lily chimed in and I rolled my eyes. I still haven’t gone shopping yet. It wasn’t until I spotted something in the back of my side of the closet.
“Perfect,” I said to myself. I sl*ipped on the deep blue dress, pairing it with a pair of silver heels. I was admiring myself in the full-length mirror in the closet when I heard Blake.
“I’m in here,” I called out to him. I stepped out of the closet and Blake stopped in his tracks. He eyed me with his jaw hanging open. He was still wearing his grey sweatpants, and I could see the outline of his swollen member.
“Is this okay?” I asked, shyly, as he kept staring.
“What?” He stammered.
“I didn’t know what to wear when one has to go to dinner with their partner’s parents. And his mother also hates me,” I said. He walked towards me, taking my hand with his,
“She doesn’t hate you. And you look beautiful,” His voice husky, as he pulled me close. The oven timer went off telling me my cheesecake was done.
“I need to get that, and you need to get dressed,” I mumbled, brushing my l*ips against his, before leaving him to get dressed. Running my hand over his n*aked c*hest as I walked away.
“Cheesecake and *** in the same day, it must be my birthday,” Lily purred.