Adversaries by T.L. Hodel

Iwoke up the next morning feeling lighter than I had in years. The last time I could breathe this freely was the day before I lost them. My baby boy and my wife. Sam, my sweet, lovable ray of sunshine. I didn’t think there’d be anything after her.

I rolled over and carefully swept the hair off Naomi’s sleeping face. Naomi wasn’t a ray of sunshine. I wouldn’t be surprised if the sun avoided her, but she was stronger than anyone I’d ever met.

She managed to do what no one else could. Make me accept the truth. My whole world went up with that car, but for the first time, I started to think that maybe, I could build a new one.

Naomi’s old man had no idea who his daughter was or what she was capable of. She was fierce and loyal and a little bit sweet. She let me brutalize her and then held me for hours afterward.

There was no ridicule or snide remarks when I broke down, only tender strokes and reassuring words. Naomi Prescott wasn’t just a girl. She was the girl.

I propped myself up on my elbow and traced the lines of her pretty face. Someone up there decided to send me an angel. She may not be the harp playing, kind cherub people expected, but she was the angel I needed.

“Are you watching me sleep?” Naomi’s green eyes fluttered open as a snarl curled her lip. “Ugh, creep.”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “I guess I am being a creep.”

I couldn’t stop staring at her. Memorizing the way her pouty lips tightened in a sneer as her nose crinkled. It was cute.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me.” I’m just seeing you for the first time. Her tanned skin had the most beautiful glow.

“Why are you acting weird?”

My hand swept down her neck and over the swell of her breasts, tugging the blanket as I went. “I’m not acting weird.”

“Yes, you are, and stop looking at me like that,” she slapped my hand away. “It’s freaking me out.”

I rolled my eyes and fell back on the bed. “Can’t you just let me enjoy the moment?”

“What moment? There was no moment.”

“There was.” Until you woke up.

“You listen to me, Chase Mathers…”

I stared up at the ceiling, praying whoever sent me this angel would take her back.

“Just because I let you fuck me last night doesn’t mean you can molest me in my sleep…”

Alright, that’s it.

I shot up, pushed Naomi back on the bed, and crawled over her.

“Trust me, Princess, when I fuck you, you’ll be wide awake,” I lifted myself enough to rip the blanket out from between us and forced my knee between her thighs, “and begging me for more.”

Her hands flattened on my chest, giving ‘em a shove. Too bad for her. I wasn’t going anywhere. Especially not since I knew how much she wanted it. Her hot little pussy was pressed up against my knee, creaming all over my skin.

“If you think what happened last night is going to happen again…”

Oh, it was happening again. If I had anything to say about it, it would happen again, and again, and again.

“You’ve got another thing...”

I shut her up by pressing my fingers to her clit and giving a firm pinch. My mouth curled in a smirk when she sucked back a gasp. One thing I’d learned about my snotty princess, she liked a little pain with her pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” I teased while slipping my fingers in her tight channel to milk her g-spot. Two pumps, and she was moaning like a cat in heat. “I didn’t quite hear.”

Her back arched off the bed as she groaned out, “God, you’re an asshole.”

“An asshole whose fingers you’re about to come all over.”

Naomi’s sharp glare snapped up to mine, and that’s as far as she got. I hooked my fingers and gave it my all. Not stopping until she had to clutch onto my shoulders to stop the world from spinning.

It was so fucking hot watching her come apart under me. I could smell how wet she was. Feel the headiness of her arousal in the air. I wonder what she tasted like.

Let’s find out.

Before she had time to catch her breath, I crawled down her seductive body and threw her leg over my shoulder. If she said anything, I didn’t hear it.

The only thing my mind could focus on was the sweet honey coating my tongue as I licked her from entrance to clit, and back down again. That’s it. I was fucked. This woman was mine, and god help the fucker that tried to tell me otherwise.

I felt her fingers burrow in my hair and growled against the tug she gave. Because I wasn’t going anywhere. Fuck that. This pussy was mine to do with what I wanted, and right now, I was one hungry motherfucker.

Did I hear her scream? Fuck yeah, I did. Did I feel her nails digging into my back? Yup. Could I tell she’d had too much? I sure could. But did I care? Fuck no. I devoured that hot little cunt until Naomi was a panting mess.

And I didn’t stop there.

I pulled my head away from her legs and moved up to her face, where I dragged my tongue over her cheek and down to the shell of her ear.

“Hang on, Princess,” I breathed while lining my cock up, “Daddy’s just getting started.”

Why daddy? I don’t fucking know? But I’d wanted to say that shit to her since she walked in my tattoo parlor.

Her mouth parted, lips forming words that were lost the instant I thrust inside her.

I groaned long and loud as her walls squeezed around me, shooting heat up my shaft and into my balls. “So fucking good.”

This girl haunted my dreams for almost a year. I’d jerked off to her image so many times my dick hurt, and when I finally let myself have her, I was too pissed to enjoy it.

I wasn’t pissed now, though. I was hard and ready to go. Grunting as her pussy fluttered around me as I pumped inside her.

“Chase,” she moaned.

“No.” I shot up, wrapped my hand around her delicate neck, and hooked her leg over my arm. “Call me Mr. Mathers.”

The first time she said that shit, I damn near came, and fuck me if she didn’t do it again. Peeking up at me all seductive through her lashes while breathing out, “Mr. Mathers.”

There was no holding back then. I rode her hard and fast. When she didn’t give me what I wanted, I flipped her onto her stomach and drove into her from behind. She squealed and bucked back, telling me I was at the right angle to hit the spot I wanted, which I did. Again and again and again.

When her pussy clamped down, spraying her orgasm all over my cock, I grabbed onto her ass and pulled those firm cheeks apart, so I could watch my dick slide inside her.

Seeing my cock dripping with her cum gave me an idea.

I flipped us over, so I was on my back with her on top of me.

“Come on, Baby,” I growled, giving her ass a firm smack, “ride that cock.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Naomi twisted her neck, glaring over her shoulder at me. “I’m not one of your submissive sluts.”

My brow arched.

Oh, she wanted to play this game, did she?

Naomi didn’t know that Tanner told me he’d caught her watching something on my laptop. There were only three videos on there, and they all had the same theme.

I was all for equality. Let women be women and all that shit, but in the bedroom, I was king. If the princess didn’t want to submit, I had no problem making her.

“You seem to forget, Princess,” I grabbed her hips and slammed her down on me, “My cock’s the only one that can make you come.”

Which was exactly what I was after. Naomi was a squirter, and I wanted to see that shit spray all over my chest.

“You think that makes you king?” she snarled.

I responded with another hard slap to her ass. “You’re damn right it does.”

“You’re such a…”

I smacked her again.

“Mysoganistic…”

And again.

“Prick.”

And again, only this time, she had to brace her hands on my thighs to stay upright.

“Keep it up, Princess and this ass will be red in no time.”

I gave her one last slap and groaned at the red handprints on her creamy flesh. She liked it too. Her pussy clenched every time I hit her.

The shit I wasn’t prepared for was when she fell into it and started riding me. Bouncing her ass off my stomach as she pumped her pussy along my shaft.

I wasn’t fucking her anymore.

She was fucking me, and god damn if it wasn’t one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I thrust my hips, matching her movements, and watched in euphoric glory as the sexiest women alive rode me like a champ.

When Naomi’s nails dug into my skin, and her body shook, I couldn’t stop it anymore. Seeing her slick drip out and coat my skin had my balls tightening.

I grabbed her hips and slammed her down hard, reveling in the way her inner walls tightly milked me.

“Jesus, fuck.” I snarled and pumped into her furiously until my heart stopped with an orgasm so intense my fingers were digging into her hipbones.

I flippedthe desk onto its legs and grumbled out a string of curses. Naomi kicked me out of the bathroom. Might’ve had something to do with the fact that I fucked her in the shower and again when we were drying off.

When I went for round four, she kicked me out. Now she was in there, having another shower and washing my scent off her. That, I was not happy about.

I wanted her to walk in a room smelling like she was just fucked so other assholes would stay away from her. Now, I’d have to mark her all over again. What a shame that was. The corner of my mouth lifted.

Once I had the desk back in place, I began collecting all the other crap that got flung around the room. My laptop was a lost cause. The smashed pieces of what remained of it were scattered everywhere, along with books, files, and other papers.

That temper tantrum was going to cost me some organizing time. I glanced over at the bathroom door as the shower shut off.

It was worth it.

Who’d have thought that losing my shit would be the best thing to happen to me? Hours ago, I was ready to ride into my death. Things weren’t completely better.

I still wanted to kill my brother, and my imminent demise was in the back of my mind, but there was also a little hope. There was something I had to come home to now, and maybe that would be enough?

“What the hell happened in here?”

My back stiffened.

Riley?

No. It couldn’t be. She was at home in Ashen Springs.

My face dropped when I turned around because my niece wasn’t at home where it was safe. She was standing in my doorway, all five-foot-two of her—glaring at me with those deep blue eyes.

“Riley? Why are you here?”

She flipped her black hair over the Minnie Mouse hoodie she was wearing and crossed her arms. “Um, maybe because someone wouldn’t answer their phone.”

Yeah. Should’ve known that was gonna bite me in the ass.

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

Planning my suicide.

“I had things to deal with,” I explained while dropping the pile of papers in my hand on the desk. “In case you forgot, I’m trying to run a club.”

“Bullshit,” she shot back at me.

I loved how full of piss and vinegar my niece was, but I didn’t take her shit when she was a kid, and I wasn’t taking it now.

I crossed my arms and glared right back at her. “I know everything seems perfect up there in la, la land, but the rest of us have real adult shit to deal with. I can’t drop what I’m doing every time you call, besides you should be more concerned with school. And who the hell let you drive to Miami anyways. Does your dad know you’re here?”

Fucking Derek. That guy needed a slap.

“Oh no,” Riley swung her hand through the air, “don’t you turn this around on me. I wasn’t the one ignoring someone’s phone calls.”

This again?

“I wasn’t ignoring your…”

“Tanner called me.”

I stopped mid-sentence. Well, shit.

“What did he say?” Could she hear the guilt in my tone? Because I could sure feel it tugging at my heart.

“He said enough.” Riley’s face softened as she released a sigh, “He’s worried about you, Chase. We’re all worried…”

She stopped talking when the bathroom sink turned on and rolled her gaze to the closed door.

Fuck.

“Who’s in there?

I shook my head. “Nobody.”

“Nobody?” She cocked her hip out and tipped a brow at me. “So who turned on the water then?”

I stood there trying to figure out what to say as the running water rang through the room like a doomsday clock. Until this moment, I hadn’t really considered Naomi’s age.

Pretty sure Riley wouldn’t like knowing I was fucking a girl a year older than her. I really was that skeezy uncle I warned her about.

Riley stared at me.

I stared at her.

Then the bathroom door opened, and Naomi sauntered out.

“Chase, you’re out of shampoo, and the stuff you’ve been using is so bad for your hair. You should really buy shampoo from a salon.”

Riley’s jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”