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Arch Enemies Ch. 01

By: CruelToBeKind7



"You're wrong."

Erin closed her eyes at the sound of the voice behind her. When she opened them, her eyes rained fire as she turned around in her desk to stare at her arch nemesis.

Okay, so Brady wasn't her arch nemesis, but in their fifth period A.P. European History class, the two rarely agreed on anything, and their heated discussions reeked of dislike for each other.

Brady was the boy Erin had known the longest of all her classmates. A sixth grade mutual crush, turned awkward boyfriend/girlfriend attempt, turned immediate break-up on her part left the two in mutual hatred. It was sad, because when Erin really thought about it, they had been truly good friends before they decided to "go out." They were too young to be embarrassed with themselves; especially Erin's not quite grown in long-limbed gait and too short red hair and Brady's five foot stature and braces. They were comfortable with each other and sat together on the bus everyday to and from school laughing and reading Erin's scandalous and newly attained Seventeen Magazines.

After they decided to date that year, Erin was unskilled and nervous in the area of sixth grade dating and after an awkward attempt at kissing, Erin broke up with Brady in embarrassment. This was really unfortunate for him, because although her embarrassment was internal, his was a break-up in front of half the school and all his best friends. And now at 18 years old, the two still hate each other and argue over everything.

Every teacher dreaded having them in a classroom. They were not bad students, and in fact both were the top of their senior class. Individually Erin and Brady were the favorites of every teacher and student in the school. Erin was the captain of their cheerleading team and their girl's tennis team. Brady was the varsity quarterback and first string third baseman on the varsity baseball team. They were smart, nice, out-going and well liked by boys and girls alike. 

They only became a nightmare for teachers, and really anyone in their vicinity, when they disagreed. 

Which was every time they talked.

Erin shifted in her chair to look at Brady sitting six rows behind her. He preferred the less conspicuous form of class room participation and was usually found in the very back row. Erin could always be found front row center.

Their eyes connected in fearless challenge as Erin gave Brady a small smile of disdain. 

"I know that Mary Queen of Scots was captured and taken by England for imprisonment. It is a well known fact" she spit out.

Brady gave an easy smile in return but a glint of malice sparked in his face.

"You're wrong. Mary came to Queen Elizabeth in part surrender and escape from an angry Scotland and only part capture by the British. There is no distinct line in that historical fact."

Erin's smile was wiped from her face, and a small growl seemed to come from her lips. It was well known Tudor history was her area of expertise and that she was writing their final paper on Queen Elizabeth I for college. Brady had never shown any interest in that time period, preferring and showing apt knowledge on the Roman empire.

"Why don't you just stick to your incestuous and homosexual Caesars" she struck out, uncaring of what she was saying.

The rest of the class gasped, but Brady didn't even flinch as he fired back.

"Wow. That was an intelligent statement. But wasn't Queen Elizabeth's mother, Anne Boleyn, beheaded for adultery and incest?"

The class gave another joint gasp and began to murmur excitedly over the fight and the astonishing subject matter.

Erin could barely sputter forth a retort in her anger, and their teacher, Mrs. Williams, nervously cleared her throat at the shocking level to which the argument had reached. 

"Alright everyone clam down. We all know that those accusations on both the poor Romans and Anne Boleyn and their... mmm... extracurricular activities do not have strong foundations of truth. It was...ahhh... only some of the Caesars that were associated with...with taboo sexual relations."

The class giggled at that, then hit a level of excited movement and activity as the bell rang for the end of school. Mrs. Williams sighed in relief and returned to her desk and the escape of her current romance novel she kept stashed in the pencil drawer. 

Erin angrily gathered her books and jerked out of her seat to get out of the classroom as quickly as she could. Brady took a more casual approach to leaving, which in the irony of life, allowed him to reach the doorway before her. Her book bag had found a way to tangle itself with her chair.

Brady stayed at the door, watching amusedly as Erin violently and clumsily yanked at an unmoving book bag. Erin watched as Brady leaned against the door jam and talked to the junior Katie Delaney. She was on the cheerleading team with Erin and the two had never been very close. Katie had a brashness and open sexuality about her that left a bad taste in Erin's mouth. She gave Brady a wink as she silkily walked away from him, and Erin approached the doorway last of the class.

Her awkward gait of childhood had turned into long limbed gracefulness of adulthood. Short and curly red hair had grown long and turned into a deep red that reached all the way down her back. Her pale skin was pure, and her intelligent green eyes were regularly called beautiful by admirers. She had a natural style that veered on the side of innocence that clashed with her fiery hair and temper and her siren's body.

Brady's short stature of pre-teen years had shot up to a six foot frame that was well supported with an athletic build thanks to year long sports and summer jobs of helping his dad build houses. The work had given his body a mature ruggedness that many men never grow in to, and the summer sun always left him with bronzed hair and skin. After braces, his straight white teeth lit up a face with bright blue eyes a girlfriend once compared to the Caribbean Sea. She had never seen the Caribbean Sea of course, but the comparison seemed accurate and stuck. His good looks were paired with a casual sense of style that was fashionably indifferent and therefore all the more masculine. He seemed to ooze an aura of indifferent friendliness that drew the girls like flies and made him a guy's guy. He had his usual look of amused indifference as Erin began to huff to the door.

Erin slowed and decided to take her time walking. She almost went for completely ignoring Brady as he calmly watched her with a grin, damn him. Instead she opted for direct eye contact as her walk slowed. Her sneer turned into the smile of the cat that caught the canary, and she completely stopped in front of him. That wiped the grin right off Brady's smug face.

Erin continued to stand in front of him with her devilish grin. She lifted her hand and slowly lifted it to his face. He continued to look on with a shocked expression as her long fingers began to sift through the ear length tousled hair. Brady remained frozen as her hand cupped his head. Her thumb stroked his cheek and rubbed towards his ear and she slowly stroked the lobe. She could hear his breathing get faster as she began to lean closer towards him. Looking straight into his eyes, she twisted his ear as hard as she could.

"Fuck!" He yelled and angrily yanked her hand away. Both were sneering as he continued to pull her arm back and behind him, and her body began to get closer. Her middle bumped his, and Erin realized they were both panting. She was panting?!

"Children!" 

At the sound of Mrs. William's voice, both quickly pushed away from each other and guiltily looked towards their favorite teacher.

"School's over. Go home. And no more cursing, Mr. King!"

"Yes ma'am" they chorused and quickly fled the room. Once outside Erin turned back to Brady with scorn.

"Don't touch me again. And do not try to school me on Tudor history. Because you will lose."

"You touched me" he replied. "And it doesn't look like you know as much as you think you do. And I seem to know more than I thought I did. Hmmm maybe I should change my final paper topic to 16th century English royalty."

"You can't!"

"Oh I can. And I think I will...."

"But we each must have a different topic! No two people can write on the same thing!"

"Well, you are flustered Erin, you've become redundant. I guess we will just have to see who has the best paper prospectus to Mrs. Williams in order to write on that topic. Let the best man win."

"Brady you know I am writing this paper for the area of study I want to take in college. You know my college career is based on this paper and its acceptance by the university's history department. Their Tudor historians are rare and highly regarded. Barely anyone can get into that area of study for a major."

A quick look of concern flashed Brady's face but was replaced once again with amused indifference. He gave a low whistle.

"Then you better work twice as hard to get this topic." His eyes scornfully raked her body. "Because you sure as hell can't fuck your way into college."

And as he walked away to a waiting Katie Delaney and put his arms around her shoulders as they left the building, Erin crumbled to the floor in tears.

To be continued...

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Arch Enemies Ch. 02



Erin leaned back as she massaged her temples and released a heavy sigh. Yesterday's events had left her drained but determined, and along with the janitor, she was the first one to enter the school the next morning. After sitting down at one of the library tables with books, the newly arrived librarian gave a startled glance at Erin then wearily ignored her to brew herself some coffee.

It was 5 a.m. 

Erin was angry at the situation she was in. The damn bastard, Brady King, was going to make the next few weeks of her life a living hell. Although the two were the smartest in their class, they could not have a more different work ethic. Brady sat in the back of the classroom, rarely participated, and never studied a day in his life. He went through life relaxed, but he was always able to complete the hardest of tasks better than anyone else.

She, on the other hand, worked her butt off for everything she had. She studied hard and always did her homework. She stayed after sports practices and continued to train while everyone else went home. And while she was pretty and popular, money was no luxury for her family, and she worked the summer and weekends to make extra cash for clothes, shoes, makeup, and any other need her parents couldn't afford. Her car was a clunker her older brother graciously found and repaired for her. Erin's outward confidence, however, overrode the fact she wasn't wearing the trendiest and sexiest outfit or that her car was old and ugly. But she did work hard for everything she had.

Another sigh escaped Erin as she realized it was already 8:30 and school was about to start. She did not feel like she had done anything, and it was then she realized the she had looked at every single book the library offered, and that they had barely any material on Queen Elizabeth at all. It looked like she was going to have to spend some money on better sources, and Erin groaned at the prices running through her head. She miserably wondered if she could even afford the books at all. As she dejectedly turned to exit the library she ran straight into a brick wall.

"Ooommpphh," she muttered against her barrier, and when strong hands grasped her shoulders to hold her steady, she realized she had hit no wall.

She looked straight up into the face of Jeffery Daniels.

"Hey Erin," the smooth voice purred down at her. The beautiful face behind the syrupy voice, a combination one brash junior girl said could melt the panties right off even the coldest prude, continued to unabashedly grin warmly and suggestively down at Erin. He began to rub his strong hands up and down her arm.

Erin took a large step back.

"Get off me Daniels. I'm sure you can find another more willing victim that would love the infamously experienced Jeffery Daniels t-to stroke her like a heated kitten!" She took another step back for good measure.

He gave a bark of laughter. "Yes, my dear sweet Erin, but none of them ever present the challenge you do. I mean, when are you finally going to start putting out? You know all of us on the Varsity football team want you. Hmmm, I'm sure the entire J.V. football team wants you too while I think about it." He paused a second. "Except for Brady. He's the only one of us that doesn't talk about you when locker room chat on Erin Carlisle gets raunchy. But I can see the fire starting to build in those beautiful green eyes of yours, so before you scratch me like the little heated kitten you are, let me show you what I brought you."

With that, Jeffery whipped out a few books from out of his expensive leather jacket. Erin's squinted eyes opened wide when she read the titles in front of her and realized they were all popular and well renowned authors on Queen Elizabeth I. Nothing like what the library carried.

"Oh! Jeffery, how did you find this?" she nearly screamed the question in his ear, but he took a step closer to her none the less.

"Does this make you happy my little book nerd?" he asked as he began to wrap his arms around her. In her excitement and relieved stress, Erin let Jeffery wrap his arms around her and she happily used his shoulders to jump up and down. 

"Yes! Jeffery, you have no idea how upset I was when I couldn't find anything in the library. But where did you get them? Did you buy these?" she asked calming down in puzzlement and embarrassment. Her cheeks heated at the thought of someone buying her books because they knew she couldn't afford them, and she lowered her eyes.

"Not really." He lifted her chin. "Look, I know how much you love the old hag. You'll need these for your paper you're writing about her in Mrs. William's class. Use them to get that 'A' you are destined to make. Okay?"

The kindness of the usual sly and crude Jeffery Daniels brought down Erin's defenses. She leaned into his body as he hugged her tight.

"Thank you Jeffery," she mumbled against his jacket. "You have no idea how much this means to me." She looked into his eyes to show her sincerity. 

"You're welcome," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her smiling lips.

"Ahem," someone grunted behind them, stopping Jeffery's descent and bringing up both of their heads to stare.

Brady King stood behind them with his arms crossed while holding on to a dangling green plastic bag. He grinned sardonically at the couple in front of him. Erin blushed and tried to pull away, but Jeffery firmly wrapped his arm around her shoulders keeping her next to him.

"So, are you sleeping with the class slut?" Brady asked darkly.

Erin was stunned with the question, but as she opened her mouth to respond with an answer she did not have, she realized the question was not directed at her.

It was about her.

"Now, now broody Brady, you know of all the people in this school, I am the biggest slut of them all," Jeffery responded lightly. "As to the first part of your question, I am trying everything in my power to make that happen," he finished seriously.

Erin stood there dumbly, unable to comprehend the things coming out of either of their mouths. The boys continued to silently glare at the other until Brady's condescending eyes flashed to Erin's. An undercurrent of something that Erin could not understand ran through his expression. The look disappeared as a cold disgust took over. 

"My, my, what a whore you have become. You can barely kiss one day, and the next you are practically crawling over someone in heat." He smiled, and Erin shivered with the cold indifference behind it. "You two will make each other very happy." And with out another look he left.

Jeffery looked after the retreating Brady curiously but returned to look at Erin with a smile. 

"I really have no clue what has happened to him, but don't worry. I really don't think he cares if we date."

Erin laughed internally at the last statement. He was right. She was the last thought or care that crossed Brady King's mind. She shuffled dumbly along with her new books at the insistence of Jeffery's hand, and as the two walked down the hall, she wondered when exactly she had begun dating Jeffery Daniels.

Behind them at the other end of the hallway an angry hand violently stuffed a green plastic bag through the swinging door of a trashcan. 

A plastic bag filled with brand new Queen Elizabeth books.

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Once again I know there is no sex and these chapters are really small, but I am new at this and am ready to rectify these problems. Well, atleast the length of the stories, but the sex is going to have a nice, fiery build-up that will leave you breathless... Hopefully. Thank you for reading and please leave any comments! 

CrueltobeKind



Arch Enemies Ch. 03



After school, Erin once again found herself walking next to Jeffery as he tightly held his arm around her shoulder. Erin wondered how she had gotten herself into some type of relationship with him, but she had to admit she was not totally repulsed. So what if Jeffery Daniels was the Casanova of their entire school? He made her laugh, and Erin could not remember the last time she dated someone for the life of her. High school was almost over. She deserved to have some fun. By the time her and Jeffery had reached the rest of their friends in the parking lot, she decided to be happy with her situation.

Everyone was standing in a large circle planning what they should do for the weekend. Erin smiled at her best friend, Ava, who was with her long time boyfriend, Donald. Ava and Donald had been dating since they were in sixth grade, and they were completely inseparable. It worked out perfectly, because Ava cheered while Donald played football like every other boy and girl in the group. The two could often be found in a heated argument that usually ended quickly and was followed with bawdy laughter and passionate make-up sex. 5'3 Ava with her spunk and bouncy black hair and Donald with his boyish blonde hair and easy going smile got along with anyone and everyone amongst their friends.

Erin walked to go stand next to Ava. Her friend winked and leaned in conspiratorially.

"Jeffery Daniels, huh? Very interesting."

Erin crackled out loud. "Ha! To tell you the truth I'm not sure how it happened. But right now I don't care, because this weekend I need some fun in my life."

"That's the spirit honey. I haven't seen this side of you in a long time. About damn time too." She smiled at that. "Wow, Mr.-Been-There-Done-That-Daniels must have sparked something in you. Lots of passion there, right?"

Erin smiled absently. "Yeah...passion."

At that moment Brady King and Katie Delaney walked up to the group hand in hand and in all smiles. All conversation halted.

"Hey Brady! What do you think we should do this weekend?" one guy asked. Everyone else waited for his answer.

He smiled. "Well, thanks to a brilliant idea by Ms. Delaney here, I think camping would be cool. That way we can all have some...personal time." He gave Katie a lecherous grin and playfully growled into her hair. She giggled and gave him a feeble swat on his arm. "So, what do you guys think?"

Everyone boisterously agreed to camping for a weekend and thanked Brady and Katie for the idea. Only one person was silent.

Brady eyed Erin. "Do you have a problem with mine and Katie's idea, Erin?"

Everyone became silent except for Mike, a running back on the team who groaned aloud. "You two please don't get into it." he pleaded. "The weekend hasn't even started yet, and these two are already going at it!"

The group laughed and then began to excitedly plan for the damn "greatest idea of all time" camping trip. Everyone laughed but Brady and Erin who continued to stare at each other with mutual hostility. 

Their stare was broken as Katie tugged on Brady's arm, and Jeffery pulled Erin away with him. As Erin and Jeffery walked to his car, he called back over his shoulder.

"Alright! I'll meet everyone at Poppy Peaks camp grounds tonight at six. I'll bring the booze, and I better see half as many tents and sleeping bags as there are people!"

Erin could hear everyone laugh to that, but above all she could hear Brady.

"That's right Katie. And don't even bring anything to sleep in. I'll keep you warm." The rest of what he said Erin couldn't hear, because Katie's loud giggle drowned it out.

Erin fumed the rest of the way home as Jeffery chatted easily beside her. He began to goofily sing to some rock song, and she gave him a side long glance.

"What's wrong Erin? You look pissed." He began to sing to her and somehow managed to make his voice go an octave higher. A smile reluctantly came to her lips. Why was she being such a bitch? Jeffery was funny, and he just wanted to her to have a good time. She laughed out loud at his silly attempt to lighten her and settled more comfortably into the seat of his Escalade as she attempted to push Brady to the back of her mind.

He smiled. "If the idea of having to drive that piece of shit car of yours up to the trail is making you mad, don't worry. I'll come pick you up. I don't think it could even make it out of your driveway! So relax, it's ridiculous of you to get mad about your car." 

To that, Erin had nothing to say.

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Later that night at the camp site, things had gotten into full swing. Jeffery, like promised, brought enough booze to last at least three weekends. Of course that meant more than a third of it was already gone.

Erin was sitting around the bon fire some one had built, with all of his clothing she believed, and she watched as the jackass ran around naked and yelled something about being the god of fire.

Everyone was tipsy, including Erin who had more than her two beer limit. As soon as they had gotten to the camp ground, Jeffery had made her what he called a "Panty Dropper," thrust it in her hand, winked, and told her to drink up. The purple concoction was so good, her curious first sip turned into gulping down the entire drink in five minutes. From there she had continued to drink her "Panty Droppers" until she was at her present situation.

Sitting alone, and brooding.

She didn't know why she was being such a damn downer. Usually she was the life of the party, flirting with guys, gossiping with girls, and entertaining everyone with her wit that seemed even sharper compared to their inebriated states. 

Tonight she was the opposite. Drunk and boring.

Seething too. She didn't know when Katie Delaney's laugh had become so obnoxious. Her laughter was non-stop tonight, thanks to Brady's constant teasing and flirting. The two had been holed up on the other side of the bon fire. They both were more than a little drunk, and Brady hadn't given Erin even so much as a glance since they got there.

Even worse, when Brady and Katie had arrived he smiled easily at Erin and said hello. After that, he never looked Erin's way once, and she realized the friendly indifference hurt worse than any cruel comment he had ever given her.

She didn't know when that had happened either.

Pushing those thoughts back, Erin leaned forward to look for Jeffery. He was taking pulls off a Jack Daniels bottle with three other guys, and the group laughed aloud at something he said. That was it. She was not going to suck tonight. She was tipsy, and she was going to enjoy it. 

Erin got up and sultrily walked to the group of football players Jeffery was standing with. As she draped her arm around Kyle, the team's wide receiver, and snagged the bottle out of his hands. Looking at Jeffery she took a long pull and handed it back to him.

Jeffery whistled long and slow. "Look whose come out of her shell tonight."

He grabbed her around the waist, touching bare belly and pulled her towards him. Above her skirt, her pretty pink and short sleeved blouse had ridden up a little above her belly button, and she was too drunk to care. She could feel Jeffery caress her flat stomach, and a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursed through her.

Her long auburn hair swayed as she leaned back at his touch and she felt a body press up behind her. But Jeffery was in front of her, wasn't he? Her eyes popped open to look, and a lecherously grinning Jeffery smiled back at her.

"Damn, she is hot," Kyle's voice sounded behind her, and she could feel his hands begin to grope her bottom. The excitement that coursed through her only moments earlier turned cold as disgust filled her. She pushed to get them off her, but their athletic bodies barely budged.

"I told Erin about how we talk about her in the locker room, didn't I sweetie? Well honey, here is how every guy on our team feels about you. Damn I'm glad I bought you those books. Those drinks didn't hurt either. It was about time you let your red headed temper and sensuality come out." Erin felt another pair of hands begin to caress her arms and another was sneaking closer to her breasts.

She struggled even harder and began to give a scream of outrage when Jeffery's mouth swooped upon hers. She bit him as hard as she could. 

"Shit!" his hand came away with blood from his lip. She glared at him, daring him to try again. He looked at her and grinned. "If it's gonna be like that I am really going to enjoy this." He roughly came back to kiss her again.

Erin closed her eyes in disgust and fear in preparation for his lips, but when she didn't feel them she opened her eyes again.

Jeffery was laying on the ground moaning. Brady was standing above him glaring with disgust and hatred at his friend. Erin looked away from Brady to see Jeffery give another moan, and she realized that now his lip wasn't the only place blood was pouring.

All other arms around Erin dropped at once, and she fell back on the ground at their loss. Anger, misery, and embarrassment came rushing upon her, and she didn't think she was going to be getting up.

Brady gave each other guy a glare that dared them to stop him. He bent down to scoop up Erin, and he angrily began to walk away from the camp site. 

"Brady! Where are you going?!" Katie yelled as she saw him leave. "You can't just leave me here. I-I wore a new black g-string that you will like! You can do whatever you want with it! Wait!" Desperation and alcohol made an already low supply of class disappear. Brady didn't look back.

"Find another ride back," he said, and with that they disappeared around the corner.

Erin was stunned at the past turn of events, but she wasn't too upset to not worry that Brady King was holding her. She began to struggle.

"Let me down." She pushed at his shoulders, but he didn't budge. Erin kept her body stiff as he continued to stride towards all of their parked cars. 

"Don't think I'm doing this for you. I only intervened because I saw blood. Imagine what would have happened to all of them if I hadn't pulled you away. Well, you are something. Four guys? And in a public park of all places."

"Stop."

"No." And he kept on walking.

She pushed again. "Let me down!" but her voice crumbled, and tears began leaking from her eyes. Brady kept his sturdy pace, and before long Erin's head drooped with despair and exhaust onto his shoulder.

"We're here."

Erin opened her eyes. She realized that the ten minute walk to the parking lot was over, and was spent sleeping on her enemy's shoulder of all places. She began to struggle again, and after a moment he let her down.

He shoved her into the passenger seat of his car, jumped behind the wheel, and sped off. The tires screeched as he made a sharp turn out of the parking lot.

"Should you be driving?" she asked him.

"Probably not." He began to excel the car, and before she knew it he pulled into the parking lot of a closed restaurant. He pulled into a spot, and Erin watched with interest as he turned the engine off, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes as though for sleep.

"Are we staying here?!"

He opened his eyes and turned to look at her. 

"Well, I can't just drive you home. You're too drunk to go stumbling in your house, especially this time of night. I know your parents would be pissed. And while my parents would probably be all too happy to see you after all of these years, and wouldn't mind if you stayed the night, well...I am just too drunk to drive any farther than this." He smiled at that.

Erin hadn't seen a carefree smile on Brady's face in so long it broke her.

"Brady," she whispered, and she broke down into sobs. All of the events of the night were just too much, and while nothing truly bad happened to her, thanks to him, the stress of what could have brought her to tears.

"Shhhhh," Brady whispered, and he pulled her into his lap. Erin let herself be consoled and petted, even if it was by the person she hated, and her tears eventually gave way to dry sobs.

"Hush now," he said, and he pushed his hot hand under her shirt onto her bare stomach.

Erin stilled and became completely silent at that touch. She drew her wide, glistening eyes to look up at Brady.

His hand slowly began to draw light circles across her flat belly. The sensuality of the small touch stunned her, and heat poured through her lower body faster than she had ever felt before.

He continued to rub those small, barely there circles as he leaned down to kiss the tears that still glistened on her cheeks. One by one he lightly kissed away every tear, as though he were kissing away every bad experience that caused them. He licked one away from her temple.

Erin remained motionless as he continued his assault of her senses. He pulled his hand away and laid it on her cheek. His hand slowly stroked its way down her throat and the middle of her body. It stopped at the valley between her breasts, and they both watched as it moved up and down with her heavy breathing. He patiently reached for her top button and unbuttoned her blouse until it fell open. She gasped when she saw her shirt part and struggled to tug it back closed.

"Let me look at you," he said, and he pulled her blouse completely open.

Her breasts were not as large as some girls, and certainly not as big as the slut Katie Delaney's, but they were high and full. They were covered with a modest white bra that was for function instead of looks, and she blushed that she couldn't afford pretty lingerie that other girl's had. She was about to cover herself again when Brady lightly pressed both hands against breasts. He unhooked the front clasp and bared her to his gaze. Erin was embarrassed but so erotically charged she didn't stop him as he cupped her bare breasts in his palm as though weighing them. He pushed them up and in and leaned forward to rest his forehead on the cleavage. He rubbed his face across until he reached a pouting pink nipple and kissed it.

Brady raised his head, and he continued to stroke his hand down until he reached her knee. He looked into her eyes as he stroked his hand up her skirt to her panties and cupped her on the outside of them. Her legs involuntarily opened a wider at his touch, and she could barely keep her sight focused on his intensely blue stare.

When Brady felt her moisture through her panties he moved his hand to the top of them and pushed his way underneath.

Erin gave a startled cry at his touch and gave up on the fight of keeping her eyes open. Brady tapered his fingers between her wet cleft and continued to cup her. He just held her with his long fingers, not moving and pressing all along her from her clit to the bottom of her entrance. Erin had felt nothing so wonderful in all of her life, but his touch didn't seem to be enough. The pleasure was so intense, but she needed something else. She moaned, and her hips pushed a little against his hand.

"Look at me."

Erin blinked open her eyes and focused on Brady's fierce gaze. They both were panting as he held her eyes with his.

Brady pushed his hand firmer against Erin and with one stroke down, Erin began to come. He placed the tip of his finger into the beginning of her sheath and felt her orgasm pulse and tighten around him.

He kept his hand against her until the pulses stopped. As she lay limply across his lap, he removed his hand from her panties, and smoothed her skirt back down. She was still breathing hard as he fastened her bra back together and slowly buttoned up her shirt.

Erin didn't know what do think, and before she could start to panic, he had her tucked up and hugged tightly against him. He arranged her more comfortably upon his lap, and settled her head on his shoulder.

"Go to sleep."

Sleep? Erin didn't think she would be able to sleep for hours. She didn't know how to explain what just happened, and a million thoughts were darting across her mind. As she was about to state that there was no way in hell she was going to sleep, her head fell limply against his shoulder and she succumbed to exhaust.

Brady continued to look down at the little bundle in front of him. He, himself, did not know what to make out of what just happened. Hell, he hardly knew what to make out of her most of the time. Just as he decided there was no way in hell he was going to sleep, his eyes closed and he knew no more.

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"Get up."

Erin struggled awake at the demanding voice, but was jarred alert when she was dumped unceremoniously into the passenger seat.

Brady started the car, and they were quickly on the way to her house. All of the events from last night began to flash through her head and she blushed in shame at the memory the entire ride.

Did all of that really happen?

They rode the rest of the way in silence, and Erin had never been so anxious to get out of a car before in her life. He finally parked in front of her home and she quickly reached for the door handle.

"Erin."

At the sound of her name, she wearily closed her eyes but slapped on a brave face as she turned back to him.

He stared intensely at her lips before he finally looked in her eyes.

"Don't think last night changed anything."

She stared at him as her mind went blank.

"I saw how you were with those guys. Before they got a little too rough, you were in fucking pleasure heaven. I saw the look on your face with Jeffery."

She scrambled for the door handle and was able to step out, but he grabbed her wrist before she could fully retreat.

"I know I finished for you what they started, but I never expected you to respond as hot as you did." His eyes flickered to her lips before returning back to her eyes. "No kissing on the mouth either.... Just like a whore."

As he sped away, Erin remained standing frozen in her driveway.

It was a while before she moved.

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CruelToBeKind



Arch Enemies Ch. 04



Erin jumped on the bus, Seventeen Magazine in hand, and headed straight for the back row. Brady was already there waving enthusiastically, his metallic braces flashed as he shot her an open and friendly smile. Her short, bright red curls bounced as she giddily found her way next to him.

"Look what I scored from my older sister." Erin lifted her hand to show the forbidden treasure to her best friend.

"Yes! Now I can look at hot models on the way to school instead of your ugly face," he said with a teasing smile as he warmly wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Unaffected, Erin comfortably settled next to Brady and began flipping to find the juiciest material. Ever since her older sister began to get these in the mail, Erin coveted the magazine as she did anything else she could read—especially something her parents forbid from her, and she had been stealing the magazines whenever she got them and replacing them after school with everyone none the wiser.

They came to a photo spread of one model, and the clothes and makeup she was wearing were more grown up, provocative, and beautiful than anything Erin had ever seen. Her own clothes were mostly handed down from her older sister, and Erin hated how ugly and out-dated she thought they looked. She knew there was no way she could live up to the beauty of the older girl on the page in front of her, and she began to blush at how Brady was staring open mouthed and silent at the spread.

"Let's read some of the funny stories in the back," she said, but before she could begin flipping the pages, a hand shot out between her and Brady and onto the page in front of them.

"Hey, what's that? Man, she's hot!" Billy Daniels, an 8th grader and overall bully said from behind them. Erin couldn't believe their luck that the jerk was sitting near them this morning and kept her head straight forward in an effort to ignore him.

"We were just turning the page, so if you could please remove your hand it would be great."

"Why would you want to do that Erin? That girl is great looking. Or is it the fact that you know you don't look anything like this?"

The bus began pulling into the school, but Billy grabbed the magazine completely out of Erin's hands. He looked closer at the picture.

"A blonde, blue-eyed and big boobed girl. Definitely something that you are not and probably never will be." He laughed at that and threw the magazine back to a steaming Erin as he began to walk off the bus.

Before he could take one more step, Brady shot his foot out and Billy, with a startled look, smashed face first onto the floor.

"She is not ugly you slimey jerk, and if I ever hear you say anything bad about Erin again I'll make sure more than your ugly face gets smashed!" Brady stomped his foot on top of a stunned Billy's head for good measure and the entire bus erupted in joyous shouts of cheering and laughter. He grabbed Erin's hand and the two ran off the bus before Billy could come after them. They were both laughing and wheezing when they reached the hallway where they would separate for homeroom.

They both smiled as they looked at each other, but Erin's grin began to fade as she looked down at the still open magazine in her hand to the picture of the model.

"Don't," Brady said as he grabbed the magazine. He threw it in the trash can and came back to stand in front of her.

"You are more beautiful than her." Erin ducked her head. "No, don't do that. You are the most beautiful person I know. One day you are going to be taller, prettier, and, er- bigger...boobed than that girl in the magazine. Just wait. And I think red heads are way better looking than ditsy blondes," he said as he playfully tugged on one of her curls.

He smiled as she lifted her head up to laugh at him. He awkwardly put his arm around her waist. 

Uh oh. When had Brady ever been awkward? And when had he ever touched her around the waist like that?

"Erin..." he cleared his throat. "I like...you. I, uhhhh, like you more than a friend." His nerves became steady as he finally looked her in the eyes. "Will you go out with me?"

Erin shot up in bed panting and sweating and looked over to see her clock read 4:09. She placed her head in her hands as her breathing began to slow, and her memory of that day came flashing back to her. 

Realizing sleep was futile, Erin pushed up out of bed and headed for her shower. 

The day from hell had begun.

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Erin felt like a scared idiot at school that morning. Her past weekend had been a disaster and dread filled her at the thought of running into Brady or Jeffery, or really anyone she knew. She avoided her regular areas of socializing by going different and longer routes to class, and she skipped lunch all together to huddle in the library and continue research on her paper.

Erin was annoyed at the silly tactics she was taking to avoid people, but she was relieved when she was successful in not seeing any of her friends. However, dread filled her at the inevitable run-in of her last period. AP European History with Mrs. Williams was looming closer, and she knew not seeing Brady was impossible. Even seeing Jeffery seemed like a better alternative than him.

Deciding that no one, especially these asshole boys, was going to make her upset, Erin sped up her step to get herself to the classroom and reached the door right as the bell rang. Mrs. Williams was shutting the door when she saw Erin and let her in, surprised, because she was usually the first to be seated and prepared for her lectures. 

Her eyebrows raised when she saw Erin huffily plop in her usual front row seat, square her shoulders, and raise her chin in the air as though daring anyone to mess with her. If she didn't know any better, and Mrs. Williams prided herself on being an observant person especially in the forays of love, it looked as though Erin Carlisle was avoiding Brady Knight, the latter watching the girl huff about with intensity in his eyes. Mrs. Williams grinned. Well, a gal could get herself in a worse situation. Brady Knight seemed to be just the type to stir someone up. The old woman gave a sigh to that thought and walked over to her podium to begin the class.

Erin answered nearly every question in class. She was right every time too. Erin dominated class discussion, voicing the answer before anyone could even have a chance to speak up. The class was almost over, and Erin had just finished giving a brisk answer about religion in the Middle Ages, when she heard the dreaded voice behind her.

"You're wrong again, Erin."

Erin's cheeks flamed with anger, but she would not allow him to get to her. So she decided be mature about it.

She completely ignored him.

The class was silent as everyone waited for Erin's usual quick rebuke to Brady's provocations, but she remained facing forward and silent. Mrs. Williams looked from Brady to Erin and smiled.

"Do you have anything to say to the disagreement of your answer, Ms. Carlisle?"

Erin looked at her teacher and gave a smile like an angel.

"No mam. Because I know I am right, and I do not respond to stupid statements that come from unintelligent dicks. I know Brady has nothing worthy to say, so I believe that continuing on in our lesson will be the best choice."

The class fell silent to that, and Mrs. Williams cleared her throat. She was about to respond to the outrageous statement, and probably punish her for the language, when the bell rang and the class jumped up excitedly from their seats and darted out of the classroom.

Erin was the first to leave the class, thank God, and she speed-walked in an attempt to get to the parking lot. She could hear footsteps behind her and increased her pace to a near jog. Brady began calling her name, and she ran as fast as she could through the school. She was almost out the building when she ran face first into a brick wall.

The same damn brick wall that was Jeffery Daniel's chest.

"Good, I've been wanting to talk to you," and before she could gather her bearings or make a response he dragged her into a corner.

"Erin, God, I am so sorry."

Erin raised her head from sneering at his chest to look at him curiously. She gasped when she saw his black and blue face. He smiled at her response, but winced when it seemed to cause him pain.

"Erin, I-I don't know what happened this weekend. I promise you, I never meant to hurt you. I was about to stop those guys from touching you. I just wanted you so bad and am so attracted to you that I don't know what came over me. I couldn't help myself." 

He shrugged deprecatingly. "If Brady hadn't interfered, I would have gotten those guys off of you and taken you somewhere where we could have been alone. I would have taken care of you." He looked intently into her eyes.

Erin found herself looking intently back. When she replayed the events of last Friday night in her head, she started to see things differently. Brady was right. She had been a flirting tease, and she had reacted passionately to Jeffery's advances. Although things had gotten a little too rough, she had wanted him.

"Erin, I still want you. Please know that I still care about you. You are just so beautiful and passionate, I couldn't help myself. But I promise I will be better. I promise. Okay?" he smiled and Erin slowly smiled back. 

She let Jeffery take her hand as they walked together to their group of friends in the parking lot. She could hear Mike give a woop to the sight of them.

"Finally the lover's spat is over! It took you two long enough! Now Jeffery, get your ugly face over here and bring your girlfriend with you!"

They both laughed and headed over to their friends, who seemed to laugh and offer congratulations to the newly revived couple. 

Everyone was smiling at them, except for Brady whose dark look seemed to follow Erin everywhere. She continued to ignore him as she chatted happily with everyone else there, and Erin found herself enjoying the day much better now that she wasn't ignoring her friends. And that she was back with Jeffery.

When they left, Jeffery followed her all the way home to make sure she got there okay. He parked behind her, ran out, and kissed her full on the lips before he got back in his car to return home. They shot each other full grins as he drove away.

Erin sighed as she headed into her house. She dropped her book bag on the floor and plopped on her couch as she ran the past day in her mind. She had dreaded that Monday, but it had turned out better than she could have imagined. A pair of condescending and dark blue eyes kept nagging her thoughts, but she pushed them away.

Just then she heard the chime of the door bell. Jeffery, that rascal, must be back for more. She laughed as she opened the door and stuck her puckered lips up in the air.

Those condescending eyes angrily looked back down at her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he nearly shouted.

Erin quickly pulled herself back into the doorway. Her smiling face became haughty as she bravely stared back at him.

"What the hell do you care? I am back with Jeffery, and I couldn't be happier."

"He nearly raped you the other night," Brady growled from clinched teeth.

"Really? Hmmm. Wasn't it you who told me I instigated that rendezvous? Didn't you tell me that I had wanted it from the beginning, and that you could read the pleasure on my face?"

"What pleasure?! He hurt you!" Brady shouted with barely controlled fury.

"Things with Jeffery may have gotten a little out of hand. But when I really think about it, nothing Jeffery has ever said or done to me compares to the things you have said and done to me...." Her eyes probed his. "Nothing."

And she slammed the door in his furious face. 



Arch Enemies Ch. 05



Brady slammed his locker closed as he headed to the gym for their last practice of the week. He couldn't be happier that the week from hell was finally over. That Friday seemed like a blessing, and he thanked God there were a few days until he had to go back to Mrs. William's AP European History class. Erin had been completely ignoring him since Monday's scene outside her house, and no attempts at provoking her got any response. Hell, he snorted out loud, he should be goddamn ecstatic she was ignoring him. But something was bothering him.

And that was bothering Brady even more. Since the way she treated him in sixth grade and how she ignored or fought with him afterwards, Brady had been glad she was out of his life, especially since he had become the hardened, grown man that he was now. Sure he joked around with his buddies and flirted and teased with the girls, but his true emotions were something Brady kept at bay. A real man is not vulnerable or gets embarrassed in front of the whole school for having a crush on some chick. THAT was never going to happen again.

Brady smiled at that and continued to walk to the locker room of the gym. He was proud of how strong he was with his emotions, but then an image of Erin's stricken face after he had driven away from her last weekend crossed his mind, and his smile and step faltered right outside the locker room. He thought about everything he had said to her that day and every day before, and his stomach felt sick. What the fuck was he doing?

Just then the voices from inside the locker room became louder and penetrated Brady's thoughts. Jeffery Daniels' booming, boisterous voice could be heard over everyone.

"The bitch can suck dick better then a well used whore."

The entire locker room laughed uproariously and then became silent to listen to more of his descriptions. 

"And let me tell you. She let me titty fuck her! And when I came, she caught all of my spunk on her tongue. Shit, it was so hot."

Brady saw red and wondered who the hell would hook up with Jeffery while he was with Erin. Thinking about some of the maneuvers Katie pulled on him, Brady smiled sardonically. In that school it could be anyone. He was about to go in there and demand who the fuck Jeffery was sleeping around with, even though he wasn't sure why he cared, when Mike's voice became the loudest of the bunch.

"So, are her pretty little curls just as red as the ones on her head? Or does she shave?"

Kyle, their wide receiver who still sported a black eye from a jab by Erin's elbow last Friday, spoke up first. "Last time I had her she was as clean down there as the day she was born. Slick as a baby. Made me wonder whether her hair color was real or not."

Mike's eyes bulged. "You're shitting me Kyle. Erin hates you! You have a black eye because of her."

Kyle gave a frown at Mike and shifted uncomfortably. "We've hooked up before. All last year we fucked. We would probably still be fucking if it weren't for Jeffery jackass here taking her away from me."

Corey Pullman, a forward, spoke up next. "Yeah, I agree with Jeffery, Erin Carlisle gives the best head in this school."

Other voices started piping in agreeing that Erin was a great hook up. Mike frowned at the ones he saw agreeing with Corey, Kyle, and Jeffery, and his frown deepened when he thought about the latter three. Mike liked Erin and from the time he had known her, she had always seemed a little innocent to him. She was sweet, funny, and smart, and although she could be a hot head, there was an innate innocence about her that clashed with what the entire locker room was saying right then. He shook his head and was about to say something to all the idiots when the locker room door slammed open.

The entire place became dead silent as they turned to see Brady King standing at the head of the room. He remained still and silent while staring intensely at Jeffery who was staring right back. Jeffery's black and purple bruised face had calmed down to a sickly yellow, and Mike did not think he had seen the two talk all week. They both had been very tense around each other, and their practices had suffered because of it. Mike hoped they would get whatever was in the air now out of the way so they could play a better game later on.

Brady walked through the sea of frozenly silent football players to stand in front of Jeffery. He glared directly into his friend's eyes, and Mike prepared himself to break up a fight.

A wide grin split Brady's face, and he gave a loud smack on Jeffery's back. A breath of relief whooshed out of Jeffery's mouth with the pat, and the two grinned at each other.

Brady spoke first. "Hell man, sorry about last Friday. I am not sure what came over me. But don't worry, that face of yours is no worse for wear."

Jeffery laughed out loud. "I understand man, we all had a lot to drink. Especially me. But Erin has forgiven me so all is good. I guess I was a little worried you were going to do something like that again for the way I was talking about Erin just now." Jeffery eyed Brady warily and seriously.

"Don't worry about all of that. Hell, it's nothing I haven't heard before. Erin Carlisle is the most talked about girl in here. Sounds like you are having a hell of a time with her now."

"Yeah," Jeffery chuckled uneasily, and the two turned to walk to the practice field. Mike eyed Brady as they walked outside, and watched his look of lighthearted laughter turn expressionless as he exited the room.

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Brady lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. It was Friday night, and he had led his football team to a victorious win. Everyone else had gone camping again on Poppy Peaks, declaring his idea last weekend was so amazing it had to be repeated. Brady disagreed, and he was now back at his empty parent's house thanks to a week long vacation the two had taken. Well, empty except for him.

And Katie Delaney.

Katie slithered up hard body leaving his glistening cock stiff and unsatisfied to nibble and bite on his tanned neck. Brady lay unresponsive below her as she gave sharp bites to his throat. He used to like the feisty way she would nibble on him, but now her biting hurt. And it was annoying.

She took a large bite on his cheek and Brady instinctively pushed her away.

"Fuck Katie, that hurt."

She maneuvered herself back on top of him. "Awww poor baby, I'm sorry. You usually like it when I bite you." She chomped the air in front of his face for emphasis.

"No. I don't like it." He sighed as he began to roll over. "Maybe we should stop." He began to feel his cock agree with him and start to settle down, but Katie pushed him back onto the bed.

"You can't just leave me again. Let me make you change your mind."

She wiggled her way back down his body licking wherever her tongue could reach. She came to his dick which was still deciding whether it was hard or not, and she gave him a lascivious lick. She tightened her mouth around him, and swallowed him until he could feel the back of her throat. Katie had always been a pro at giving head, and Brady never minded her constant determination to get inside of his pants. She had told him about all the lovers she had before that had given her plenty of practice and that she would never, ever displease him in that department.

Brady couldn't fault her. She was talented, and he knew about all of her experience. But he wasn't enjoying it tonight. He heard Katie give a boisterous moan as she enthusiastically pumped her mouth up and down his dick, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Brady pulled Katie up until she was lying on her back, and he rolled on top of her. She purred and wiggled as he kissed her neck and she gave an out right groan when he tore open her shirt. 

"Yes, I love it when you're rough with me." He stared down at the wriggling mess in front of him and the large breasts she had proudly told him her daddy bought her last summer. Her brown nipples were large and pointed, begging to be sucked just as their owner was verbally begging him to now. No matter how big her tits were, he couldn't get a pair of smaller breasts out of his mind. A pair of breasts with small, pink nipples that looked like raspberries against translucent skin that he had kissed and rubbed his face against like a starved man.

Katie didn't like the way Brady had stopped or the distant look on his face.

"Come on baby what's wrong? Don't you want me?"

She rubbed her hands down her body, stopping at her breasts to push them together and pinch her nipples. She rubbed them further down until she reached her red pleather mini skirt which she began hiking around her hips. She bent her knees open and wide, uncaring that her blue stilettos were spiked into his covers and probably tearing through. She pushed her panties to the side, licked her finger, and began fingering herself.

Brady looked down with rising disgust. Katie had pulled this maneuver the first time they hooked up, and he had smiled with a lustful fondness, put his dick to her entrance, and pushed inside where she was wet and ready. They had fucked like animals that entire night before Brady realized he hadn't even kissed her; much less lay down on top of her.

The memory of not kissing during a hookup brought a frown to Brady's face. He hadn't kissed Erin when they were together either, and the comparison he was having of the two women didn't seem to sit right with him. 

Brady stood up from the bed leaving a mewling Katie. He began to leave her when another memory came to him. A memory of Jeffery describing his conquests in the locker room that afternoon.

He turned back around to look down at Katie on the bed. Sensing his hesitancy she crawled out and on her hands and knees came to kneel before him. She grabbed his half hard dick and began sucking like there was no tomorrow. He wouldn't be leaving her this time.

Brady closed his eyes as he felt his body respond to Katie's talented and eager mouth. As he came, he gritted his teeth and welcomed the short repose of a happily blank mind.

Katie got up and licked his come from her lips. "Come take a shower baby. I can think of some more things to do to you."

Brady watched as she walked with her skirt hiked up and her breasts spilling out of her shirt to the bathroom. He didn't follow but walked to his phone as he heard her start the shower. He picked up and began to dial.

At the campsite Mike picked up his ringing cell phone.

"Hey Brady, what's up man? I know you got to be having more fun than any of us jackasses, being holed up with that fine woman, Katie. With your parents gone, you two have probably been screwing like rabbits all night, right?"

Erin jerked her head when she heard Mike say Brady's name. Her gut clenched when she heard what Mike was saying, and she blinked back tears as she turned to face the bonfire. Brady and Katie alone at his house? Well, the two deserved each other. 

Her own night had been miserable with Jeffery ignoring her in favor of being with his friends. When they had gotten there, he had been suffocatingly sweet to make up for last weekend, but when it became clear she wasn't drinking and would definitely not be hooking up with him, he had run off with his buddies. 

Erin found the group of girls talking the closest to her. Earlier, the three girls had eagerly tried to engage Erin in their conversation, but when she gave half hearted responses they returned to talking amongst themselves. Erin leaned in towards their conversation and began to laugh hysterically at one of the girl's lame attempt at a joke. The girl beamed at the praise and continued to tell jokes while Erin seemed to laugh harder at each one. Well, she would at least look like she was having the best fucking night of her life.

Brady could hear Erin's laughter in the background of Mike's cell phone, and his face turned grim.

"Sorry to bother you Mike, I was just checking in to see how everyone was doing. It sounds like you all are having a blast, so I'll let you go. Just... just keep an eye on everyone for me, will you?"

Mike eyed a laughing Erin. "Everything is fine man, everyone here is having fun." He turned his back to talk clearer. "But I will keep an eye out on everyone here. You have my promise," he finished seriously.

Brady cleared his throat. "Thanks man," he said as he hung up.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Katie yelled from his shower. "I am waiting here for you, and I'm all lathered up in your favorite places." 

Brady turned to his bathroom. He began to strip out of all of his clothes with a new determination. What was he doing? Katie was loose, and she was hot.

He would have the best fucking night of his life.

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The next night Brady found himself stepping out of the freezing rain to walk through the front door of Jeffery Daniels' house into booming music and a sea of people. He shook his head, dispelling the worst of the rain from his bronzed hair that had gotten him from the short trip from his car to the house, and he sighed with relief that he was out of the hellacious monsoon that was outside. 

He looked around the house with a mocking smile. Leave it to Jeffery to throw a part where Brady didn't even recognize half the people surrounding him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Katie spot him and run up to him.

"Hey baby. Last night was amazing. But why haven't you called me today? Hmmmm? We could have come together tonight." She leaned into his ear. "In more ways than one," she growled.

Brady gave her a light shove and shook his head. 

He remembered walking to the shower last night, fully intending on fucking out all of his frustrations into Katie's willing body. When he had pulled back the shower curtain to find her lathering herself for him, obviously trying to seduce him, he was disgusted. With her, with himself, and with the whole situation. He had redressed and offered her clothes and a guest bedroom to sleep in for the night. She had stormed out of the house announcing that she would just have more fun with everyone at Poppy Peaks. She probably did have more fun with everyone that was a male.

"Cut it out Katie, you know I ended things last night. I told you from the beginning what I wanted from this relationship, and you seemed just as happy to get the same out of it. You used me as much as I used you. More so." 

Just then Brady watched as her mouth twisted into a snarl and she reared her arm back as though to slap him. He grabbed it before she could do anything. 

"That wouldn't be the smartest thing to do right now." He said through gritted teeth. "You have no reason to be mad with me, only your stinging pride. I am trying to be nice about this situation, but you don't seem to be letting me." He looked into her grimaced face, which seemed to have aged in the last couple of minutes. Brady shook his head. "You have more boy toys that I am sure will be more than happy to accommodate you. This is over."

Katie snatched her arm out of his grasp, spit on the ground by his feet, and stormed away. The girl was crass from the beginning, but Brady shrugged as he walked away. They had fun while they were together, and now it was over. He was sure that she was used to being the one controlling the relationship with sex, and when she couldn't control him, she couldn't stand it. 

Well, they both got what they wanted, and Brady was ready to move on. He had nearly forgotten the entire situation when Jeffery walked up to him.

"Hey man. Enjoying my party? There are chicks here from every school in our county." He elbowed Brady. "All drunk and loose too. I saw you and Katie fighting." And that worried Jeffery more than he knew. "Why don't you grab one of these girls? You can have my room." He wiggled his eyes suggestively. "It's all yours buddy! I would go for one if these chicks myself, but I am happily tied down." 

Jeffery's grin widened. "Erin and I had the fuck fest of my life last night. If our tent had been my Escalade, the windows would have been fogged and it would have been rocking all night long. Damn!" Jeffery grabbed two girls walking by him and began dancing with them as he walked away. "Enjoy your night, my friend!" 

Brady fumed as he watched Jeffery walk away with the two random girls. Knowing if Jeffery's room was up for grabs and he could find some privacy there, he began walking upstairs.

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Erin spotted Brady walk into Jeffery's house as she was talking to a group of friends. She could only see glimpses of him, and she tried to rise up on her tiptoes to get a better look. Before she knew what she was doing she began walking closer to him.

Just then, Erin watched as Katie Delaney slithered up to Brady and nibble on his ear. Disgusted, Erin whirled around. She looked around at the people having fun, dancing, and slamming back shots at the party, and she knew she didn't belong there. She walked upstairs to find sanctuary in Jeffery's empty room.

Closing the door softly behind her, Erin looked around the bedroom. 

It was almost Spartan in its neatness. There were barely any knickknacks, pictures, hell, even clothes strewn around to give the room any character. Erin picked up one picture sitting on Jeffery's dresser, and upon closer inspection she found it was a family portrait. It was something his mom probably put there, and Erin absently began to set it down.

Something in the back of Erin's mind had her snagging the picture back up to get a closer look. When everything clicked, Erin stared dumbfounded and still at the picture before her.

Jeffery had an older brother. An older brother that looked exactly like the Billy Daniels that use to torture her on the bus in middle school.

God! Erin smacked her forehead. How could she be so stupid to not put them together as family? They were both boisterous and well known for speaking their minds. They even had the same damn last name!

The sound of the door creaking open behind her had Erin quickly putting the picture back down and facing the intruder.

Billy Daniels walked through the door. He had a full drink in his hand and his face was turned over his shoulder yelling happily at some people behind him. He finally turned around to face the room as he shut the door. Erin remained frozen where she was.

It was obvious that he was once as attractive as Jeffery, but all the alcohol he had consumed throughout high school and since then had left him with a beer belly poking out over his pants and wrinkles marring his face. Alcohol and God knows what else had done a number on him.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Erin fucking Carlisle. Damn girl, you sure have grown up! I was just coming in here to piss, but looks like I got me a little treat to go along with it. Jeffery told me he was dating you. I thought he was an idiot for picking such an ugly little girl. But you sure aren't ugly anymore." 

He came to stand directly in front of her, and Erin could smell his disgusting alcohol breath. "You're not little anymore either. Hmmm. Who would have thought your flat chest would grow into pretty little titties. And your little red curls are all grown out and long and makes a man think about grabbing it and pulling."

He lifted his hand as though to touch her, but Erin smacked it away. Her face was furious.

"Don't you dare touch me you fat prick. You may have bullied me when we were younger, but I won't let you now. Get your disgusting breath out of my face. You are pathetic." She lifted her chin a notch to show him she was serious.

Billy leaned in closer. "Now as I see it, you wouldn't have much of a choice whether I wanted to touch you or not, you cunt." He sneered down at her. "And you wouldn't have your little protector here to save you either. I don't know what the hell my brother was thinking becoming friends with that sumabitch, Brady King, but it looks like he isn't too bad these days. From what I hear he hates your guts, and the two of you fight all the time. Bitches shouldn't fight back with a man."




Arch Enemies Ch. 05



He stared her down for a second longer, but he surprised Erin by turning around to walk into Jeffery's bathroom. He didn't even close the door before he began pissing. He stumbled back out to stand in front of her again.

"But hell, it makes me kinda sad my brother got to you first. I sure would love to have you squirming and pitching a fit beneath me as I popped your cherry. Maybe I can get a quick one in now." And Billy grabbed Erin and tried to swoop down and kiss her as she struggled and pushed against him. His head jerked up, and Erin could hear a female voice calling Billy's name outside the door.

"Damn, the woman calls. We'll finish this another time." He turned to leave. "And from what I hear, your little whore ass should be more than happy to get with me." He slammed the door behind him.

Erin crumpled to the bed as she replayed what had just happened in her mind. The similarities in the two brothers were closer than Erin felt comfortable with, recognizing Jeffery's approach just had more polish. She shivered as she thought about it.

Just then the door popped open and Erin groaned at another intrusion. Realizing it couldn't get any worse than Billy Daniels she looked up to see who it was.

She was wrong. It got much worse.

Brady King walked through the door and into Jeffery's room.

Erin watched as Brady halted, startled to see her. The two silently stared at each other before Erin watched his eyes harden as he looked at her.

"Sorry if I interrupted something, I was just looking for some privacy in this hell your boyfriend calls a party." Everything Jeffery had told Brady was still fresh in his mind. "Shit, I guess I interrupted you waiting on him. He's got a hell of a night on his hands from what he's told me about you two."

Erin had enough. "What do you care? I thought you and Katie Delaney were having sex in the middle of the fucking party a minute ago. Go take your frustrations out on her, whatever they are."

"That sounds like a great idea, maybe I will. And I have no frustrations, trust me. Katie's sweet pussy takes any stress out of my life. How are you about to relieve Jeffery's stress? Are you going to let him titty fuck you or are you just going to screw him in his car?"

Erin saw red as her vision blurred. She stormed past Brady, shoving him out of the way when she passed him and he tried to stop her. She ran down Jeffery's stairs without really seeing anything and could hear her best friend Ava, a late arrival with her boyfriend Donald, yelling her name.

"Erin! Hey! Sorry we're late but Donald got a little frisky and..." Ava broke off when Erin ran right past her.

"Erin? Are you okay? Where are you going?!" She shouted the last because Erin was running out the front door without even looking back or acknowledging her.

Ava turned to Donald who looked equally as bewildered. "Was she crying? Erin never cries. Maybe I should go after her." 

"Nah, she'll be fine," Donald reassured her. "That girl is more resilient than anyone I know. Besides, if you try to comfort her she'll probably bite your head off. She knows you're here, she'll come back if she doesn't still want to ignore you."

"Ha ha, you jerk." But Ava sighed. "I guess you're right, she did run completely past me. But I wonder if I should still go—"

"Oh my goodness, Ava and Donald! It is so good to see you guys!" And before Ava could get out another thought, Jessica Rogers attacked the couple and began chatting along with a group of others, and Ava became tangled up into the excitement of the party.

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Erin ran through the door and into the freezing rain that had yet to stop that Saturday night. She didn't even feel the icy rain as it pounded onto her, and she continued to run down Jeffery's driveway and onto the street. She didn't have a car there, because Jeffery had insisted on picking her up, but she didn't care. There was no way she was going back into that hell house.

She numbly continued to walk down the street. Vaguely, she realized her house was probably over 5 miles away, but her step did not falter. She couldn't turn back. She couldn't face Brady again. After all the things he had said to her, she did not think she could look him in the face ever again. 

The tears streaming down her face became one with the rain, and Erin blindly kept walking. Without feeling or realizing it she began to shiver, and Erin automatically crossed her arms to ward of the chill. 

She remembered reading a weather report on how the temperature was supposed to get as low as 30 degrees that night, plus the 100 percent chance of freezing rain. Erin could feel and hear her body responding to the weather—the chattering of her teeth, her now incessant shivering, the numbness of her toes. But she didn't care. She would not stop walking.

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Brady silently stood inside Jeffery's room. He was startled out of his reverie when he heard giggling followed by deeper male laughter. He looked outside the open door to see a drunken Billy Daniels with an equally drunk girl. The two tumbled into the room.

"Fuck! There's someone in here every time I come in. Brady King, well what the fuck is up?" Billy shouted as he attempted to slap Brady on the back. Him and the girl were leaning against each other, and when he reached out a hand to greet Brady, they both swayed heavily to the left. Raucous laughter from the two immediately followed.

"Shit, King, you missed a hell of a show in here earlier. One I know you of all people would have appreciated. Jeffery I think would be indifferent either way, but you will get a kick out of this. That little bitch Erin Carlisle was in here all by herself when I came in here earlier to take a piss. She had looked as lost as a little kitten, but I know that's all a front. 

"Jeffery told me about how she gets around, and when I tried to get me a little piece, the bitch slapped and hissed at me. But don't worry, I got her back. I told her what a little cunt she was and that you were smart as hell to hate her nowadays. Even though I should kick your ass for that little stunt you pulled on the bus in middle school, I guess I can forgive you now. 

"Hell boy, my insults probably skimmed right off of her after the shit I hear that you tell her. I wish I had you with me, we would have taken that ice queen cunt down a peg or two."

Brady was frozen as he watched Billy stumble around the room. He had never been so stunned in all of his life. Disgust, in what felt like bile, rose in his throat.

He had turned into goddamned Billy Daniels.

Brady pushed past the drunken pair that had turned to sloppily make out, and ran down the stairs. He looked around the party for Erin, but when he couldn't find her he spotted Ava and quickly headed over.

"Ava, have you seen Erin?"

Although Ava was surrounded by a mass of drunk and babbling people she pushed her way to Brady.

"I saw her run down the stairs and out the door a few minutes ago. I tried to stop her, especially because she looked really upset, but I haven't seen her since. Brady, do you know what's going on? Erin never gets upset. I think she may have even been crying and she never cries. Maybe I should go find her after all."

Brady grabbed her before she could turn around. 

"Don't. I'll go get her. I was about to leave anyway," and before she could respond Brady dashed out the front door.

Donald walked up to Ava, who was staring thoughtfully at the front door. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed the top of her head.

"Whatcha thinking about baby?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" Ava shook herself out of her thoughts and turned into Donald's arms. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that a certain bronzed, blonde hair and blue eyed man might be just the thing."

Donald eyed her curiously. "I'm not tan right now. And I sure as hell don't have blue eyes. Who the hell are you cheating on me with?" he yelled with mock anger. A twinkle was in his bright green eyes.

Ava laughed and hugged him closer. "I love you so much."

Donald leaned down to snag her lips. His lips moved against hers which made her laugh more when he sighed into her mouth.

"Baby, I love you more."

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Brady drove for a good ten minutes before he came to a small figure in the road. Recognizing Erin he slowed down his Lexus SUV next to her and rolled down the window.

Distantly Erin could hear a car approaching but she didn't stop walking, and she didn't turn around. Dazedly she could hear someone calling her name to the left, but it sounded like something from her dreams. 

It almost sounded like Brady's voice from when they were little and they would play hide and seek in his back yard and he couldn't find her. She remembered how mad he would get when he lost; but how good naturedly he would tease her. Then they would go inside where he smilingly sneaked them both ice cream and they would go to his room to eat it and laugh at their mischief. 

She smiled at the memory, and let herself be transported back to those happier days.

"Erin!" Brady yelled for the fifth time out his window. He had been trying to get Erin's attention, but she seemed to be ignoring him. The damn girl was an idiot. It was freezing cold outside and rain seemed to have soaked her through. Well if she could be stubborn, so could he. Brady parked the car and ran around the front to force her into the passenger seat.

When he reached Erin and sternly tried to stop her, he finally looked into her face and was shocked. She looked dazed, as though she didn't even see him and he grabbed her upper arms.

"Erin! Snap out of it." When she didn't respond, he began to shake her. The movement seemed to have sparked something, because she began trembling, but the look on her face remained blank.

"Shit," he grated, and he began pushing her into his car. She went fluidly, without any resistance, and Brady knew something was wrong when Erin wasn't fighting him.

He jumped into the driver's seat, turned the heat on high, and sped off. Without even thinking Brady was headed in the direction of his house. When he looked over at Erin, she was still staring out the front window. As he watched her, her teeth began chattering and her quivering had become violent.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled, "It's freezing cold outside. Only an idiot would walk in this mess. Damnit were almost there, just hold on." She didn't even blink an eye to him, and Brady grimly pushed down harder on the gas. He didn't even want to think that she had left because of what he said to her. 

So he thought about it the entire ride home.

Finally Brady pulled into his driveway and into his garage. He jumped out and raced around to the passenger door to let Erin out. 

"Come on Erin, let's go get warm," Brady ensured her, but she didn't move. If anything her shivering had only become more violent.

"Fuck, Erin. Come on, baby. Come on," he said as he reached inside and picked her up.

He carried her inside his house and up the stairs. He went straight to his bathroom, gave one dark look at the shower Katie had been in last night, and headed to his bathtub. He laid her down on a rug and turned on the faucets to begin filling the tub with steaming hot water.

"Okay Erin, I know you hate me, but I have to do this. You have to get warm. Those clothes are going to make you sick."

Brady began unfastening the buttons going down the front of Erin's silk blue dress. One by one he slipped the pearl buttons through its hole and slowly began revealing her porcelain skin. Skin that was now tinted with blue because of the cold in which she had endured.

"God, you are freezing." Brady began chaffing her upper arms after he finished with half of the buttons, and he decided that was enough. He began pulling the dress over her head.

Erin began drifting out of her lovely dreams to the sound of rushing water. When she finally was able to open her eyes, she stared at Brady who was leaning over her and pulling her silk dress over her head.

She began to struggle.

"Erin, it's okay, it's okay. You have to get warm." She continued to resist, but Brady leaned down into her face. 

"Stop. I am doing this whether you like it or not, so calm down. Do you want to get sick, you little fool?"

Erin stopped fighting Brady, seeing it as futile, but she pushed at his hands on her dress.

"S-s-stop. I c-can do it," she stammered because of the shuddering her body couldn't seem to stop doing. She shakingly lifted her hands to unbutton her dress, but her numb fingers would not let her. Brady watched like a hawk as she tried over and over to get the one button, but after a few tries he pushed her hands away.

"I'll do it. And you will not fight me anymore, okay?" his blue eyes penetrated hers, and she dumbly nodded her head.

Brady continued with the buttons until he was satisfied and once again he began to lift the dress over her head. After he threw the drenched garment into the corner, he stared down at her soaked lingerie. All she wore was a white silk chemise and panties. 

Both were soaked through.

Brady swallowed as he looked down at her pink nipples pebbling with cold against the silky material, and he let his eyes wander to the triangle at her legs. Her little red curls were showing through the wetly transparent fabric, and he closed his eyes to the hard impact of lust that swam through him.

Erin whimpered at the vulnerability that not having the dress gave her, and she pulled her hands up to shield herself. Brady saw the pitiful act of self protection and he gave himself a mental shake.

"Calm down. I've already seen you. And I might not have seen this much, but I have seen women before. It's okay, I'm not going to do anything to you. I promise." 

He methodically began pulling her chemise over her head. He touched her panties, and with one swift yank, they were around her ankles. He pulled them off, and he reached for her to put in the tub.

"I kn-know you're n-not, because you h-h-hate m-m-me." At Brady's touch she began to struggle even more.

"Y-you think I'm di-di-disgusting," and tears began leaking out of her eyes as she fought him.

"Shhhhh, I don't think that. I don't." She pushed harder against the hands he tried to pick her up with. Her head rolled to the side away from him and tears began to slide onto the carpet beneath her.

"Y-you think I'm a wh-whore." Her teeth began chattering harder, and any other attempts at talking were impossible.

Something inside Brady clenched. Erin looked so small as she shivered on the floor in front of him. Her long red hair was spread underneath her, and she pulled herself into a ball to completely roll away from him. The blue tint of her skin alarmed him more than anything else.

"I'm sorry baby, but I have to. I'm so sorry." And while he didn't dwell on what exactly he was apologizing for, he scooped her up. He silently cursed himself as she went stiff at his touch, but he easily placed her into the steaming tub.

She began screaming as the hot water touched her frozen skin, and Brady called himself every filthy word he could think of. He turned off the hot water, only leaving the cold water to cool the tub down.

As she adjusted to the temperature of the bath and her skin began warming up, Erin calmed down. 

Brady stayed there, kneeling over the tub. He watched her like a hawk, making sure she was doing better, and when he felt comfortable that she was, he relaxed. He still stayed over the tub, watching as she drowsily fell towards sleep and absently stroking her hair.

Brady watched her face for an interminable amount of time. Only when he felt the water become cool, did he lift a drowsy Erin out of the tub. Uncaring of the rivulets of water streaming down his arms and unto his shirt, Brady carried her to his bed. He laid her unto a towel he had put out on the edge of his bed and wrapped it around her. He used another towel to wipe her completely dry.

Finally becoming warm after freezing for so long left Erin limp. She didn't fight Brady as he carried her and dried her. Something so intimate should have upset her, but after that night she didn't care. The only thing she was fighting was the sleep that was persistent in claiming her.

"Stubborn little fool," Brady softly laughed as he watched Erin fight against her exhaustion. He went to his dresser and grabbed an old t-shirt and walked back to Erin to pull it over her head.

"Just push your arms through, and then you can go to sleep." She silently obeyed, and as soon as he pulled the shirt down her thighs she was out.

Brady sighed and straightened up as he looked at the little bundle below him. She was sprawled out in front of him with her legs opened a little and her arms were bent next to her head. Her palms were facing up and open beside her face. She was relaxed and unguarded in sleep, and Brady studied her face. She had never looked like that with him. Not even when she spent the night in his lap.

Brady sighed again and picked her up. He pushed down the covers and placed her beneath them. She smiled and snuggled down into them. 

He turned around to change out of his clothing. Realizing it was late and that he was exhausted, he left himself in his boxers. He walked to his side of the bed and lay down beneath the covers. Erin was dead asleep and facing away from him, but when he shut the light off and burrowed even more into his bed he found her closer to him. He realized her teeth were still chattering a little and without thinking he threw his arm over her waist and pulled her into him. His body heat must have worked, because her chattering immediately stopped.

Pleased with that little fact, he snuggled her even more to him, closed his eyes, and slept.

A while later Erin woke up feeling marvelous. She realized absently that it must still be the middle of the night, but then she felt a body shift behind her. Brady's arm was over her waist and tucked between her breasts. She was tucked into him, and she could feel his body from her head to her toes. He shifted her closer again, and male warmth surrounded her. She stretched and bowed her body in sheer pleasure of the feeling. His leg shifted between hers and Erin's thighs begin to open.

Brady woke up to Erin stretching like a cat in his arms. Her bottom pushed back against his stomach and he realized he was completely hard. He pulled her back even tighter against him and began shifting his right leg between hers. Her thighs began to easily spread open. With his right arm around her waist he pulled her back harder against his chest. She continued to rub her backside up and down against him.

Erin felt Brady's hand begin to rub up and down on her stomach. He reached the edge of her shirt, and pulled it up and off. She gasped when he clutched her breast in his hand. He rubbed the pad of his finger across the tip of her nipple, and when the feeling became too much she arched into his hand. He squeezed and rubbed her breasts, lightly pulling and pinching her nipples. The wonderful feeling zinged right to her middle and she arched herself even further into Brady's body. She could feel how hard he was against her bottom, and he pushed back against her.

"Erin, baby," he whispered into her ear, and Erin whimpered as she reached back for him. Brady rolled over her as he flipped her on her back. He pushed his knees between her thighs as their breathing became ragged.

"I want to see you," and Brady reached over to turn on his bedside lamp.

The glow of the light startled Erin, but she remained calm as she stared back up at into Brady's sea-blue eyes. He stared back down at her intensely before she watched his eyes shift down to look at her small white breasts. He lingered there, but then he bent his head and brought his mouth to her. 

He licked the tip of one pink nipple before sucking it greedily, and feasting on it as though it were his last meal. She arched in pleasure as he sucked the nipple to the roof of his mouth, and moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. 




Arch Enemies Ch. 05



He stopped to lift up and look at her now shiny red nipples. His eyes shifted back to hers for a moment before he moved them slowly down her body. He bent down to give random kisses along the way until he reached the triangle between her legs. She gave a startled cry and tried to close them, but he shushed her as he pushed them farther open.

"Shhhh, it's okay. Just let me see you."

He shifted down until he was lying between her spread thighs. He began to push them farther apart and Erin gave an aggrieved cry at how obscenely open she was to him.

He looked at her for a long time. "Beautiful," he whispered as he looked at her glistening pink flesh spread open to him. Her auburn curls were glistening with her wetness, and Brady wanted to lean in and taste her. 

The desire to mount and penetrate her became unbearable, and he settled with a kiss at the place where her thigh and torso joined. She whimpered at the touch, and Brady moved until he was face to face with her again.

"Brady..."

He stopped what she was saying with his lips.

He stopped the kiss to lean back up to look at her reaction, but her eyes were closed and she was panting. 

He slowly leaned back down to kiss her again, and Erin eagerly met his mouth with her own. He groaned as he felt her avid response, but he became wild when he felt her tongue shyly lick his lips. He attacked her mouth, and she gave as much as she got. 

Brady could feel the response in his dick and the fluid it rubbed on the inside of her thigh, and he knew that he did not want to stop. He regretfully took his mouth away from hers to look her in the eyes. It was the moment of truth.

He cleared his throat. "Erin," he rasped. "Are you ready for me?" And he meant the question in more ways than one.

She looked at him curiously as he took one of his arms framing her head and rubbed his hand down her body. When he got to opening, she felt her breathing become heavy. He touched her.

"God," he groaned, "You are so wet."

He reluctantly took his hand away from her and pushed his hips farther between her splayed thighs. Erin could feel the head of his penis brush against her and arched herself to get closer to the contact. Brady appeased her by placing the head of his shaft into the beginning of her wet opening.

He brought his lips to hers as he swiftly pushed into her, but he jerked his head up when he felt the resistance. She groaned.

"Erin?" he left the question hanging as he stared at her completely shocked. She arched against him, not caring that it hurt, and she pulled his buttocks further into her.

At the tug of her hands Brady reluctantly tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him. At the insistence of her eager arching and reaching, Brady grit his teeth as he pushed hard against her and all the way to the hilt.

She stiffened at the penetration, but Brady groaned like a dying man and forced himself to stop. He didn't know, God, he just didn't know.

"Jesus, Erin I'm..."

"Brady, it's okay. It feels...just do something." She pushed against him with her hips and moaned. "It feels good, but I don't know what to do. What do I do Brady?"

Brady groaned at her eager words and gave a little experimental push against her. When she arched and mewled, he began thrusting even harder. He felt the tingling at the base of his dick and he knew he wouldn't be much longer. Fuck, he had never felt anything like this before.

Brady slowed his thrusts as he watched Erin. She had her eyes closed, but she was writhing and pushing up against him, albeit a little awkwardly, and biting her lip.

"I feel something. Please," she whimpered, and Brady's control snapped. He scooped up her legs under her knees and leaned over her, bringing them belly to belly as he began thrusting to the hilt. His pubic bone rubbed against hers, and Erin felt a burst of pleasure ignite. She screamed when it consumed her entire body.

Brady felt the rhythmic pulses of Erin's orgasm around his shaft, and he began pounding into her. His body slapped against hers as he increased his pace, and his rhythm frayed as he reached his peak. Erin watched drowsily as his beautiful lips spread back over his teeth, and he let out an animalistic roar. She had never seen anything so fierce, and she curiously watched him.

Brady kept his pelvis tight against Erin's as his orgasm ripped through him. When the last of his spurts of seed left him, he finally calmed down and dropped his face to burrow into her neck. He groaned at the enormity of the orgasm he just had and how it was unlike any he had experienced before in his life.

Erin could barely keep her eyes open, but she stroked Brady's bronzed hair as he began to calm down. She could feel him falling asleep, and she knew she would not be far behind him. She smiled as she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

Brady knew he could not keep his eyes open for much longer, but he shifted to keep himself buried inside of Erin. He knew he did not want to leave her, and he shifted one last time before following her into sleep.

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I hope you guys like this story. I listened to everyones' advice and made the story longer and gave Brady a point of view. I realized I could let you understand him without you completely reading his thoughts, so I think his narrations are great.

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Arch Enemies Ch. 06



The warm morning sun spilled through the window and unto Brady's bare back. He shifted comfortably half awake and reached a hand over for the even warmer body that had been next to him and underneath him throughout the entire night. 

His hand came up empty.

Brady opened one eye and looked to where Erin had been not that long ago. At least he thought it wasn't that long ago. Brady couldn't be sure how many times he had pulled Erin beneath him and pushed himself inside her wet and swollen entrance while she stretched and moaned and scratched his back in pleasure. His smiled at the memories but came to a jolting stop as he sat up in bed.

She was gone.

Looking over at the time, Brady realized it was only eight in the morning. Knowing neither of them got much sleep the night before he shot up out of bed expecting to find her somewhere around the house. She couldn't have gotten that far. Maybe she was just hungry and looking for something to eat in the kitchen. Brady felt famished himself after such a night, and he walked sleepily onto the cold linoleum floor.

Still no Erin.

Panicked now Brady looked in every room and bathroom of the house, hoping to just find her lost, but knowing that was just a sorry justification.

She had knowingly left him that morning after giving herself to him the night before.

And Brady couldn't have been more furious.

He dashed to the phone and punched in Erin's home number, not caring that it was early and that he would probably bother her parents or noticing that he still knew the number by heart after all these years. The girl needed some talking to.

"Hello," a groggy young female voice said from the other line.

"Caroline, hey. It's me Brady. Is Erin there?"

"Brady? Brady! Where have you been? I miss you so much! Why haven't you come to see me?"

Brady smiled in spite of himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Caroline, but he could still remember the sweet little face surrounded by her abundance of wild red curls. They hinted at the true nature of the child with the angelic face.

"You promised you would come back and see me. You know I'm ten years old now," the little voice said saucily. "You promised you would be my husband forever, but I got a new boyfriend. He's replaced you. That's what happens when you ignore me."

Brady chuckled. "Well, serves me right. I have been gone a lot lately. But I promise I will be around a lot more now." His dark thoughts returned. "A lot more. So let me speak to Erin. And tell your little boyfriend he better keep his hands off my wife or he'll be getting a beating from her big, strong husband," he growled with mock seriousness.

She giggled at the other end. "Okay. But Erin isn't here. She said she was with someone named Jeffery. I think that's her new boyfriend. I don't like him. He smiles like a fox," she finished with the open sincerity and intuition of youth.

Brady didn't think he had heard Jeffery described so perfectly, but the thought of them together this morning after last night brought even blacker thoughts to his mind. "Tell her I called and to call me back. Don't forget now, this is important. Bye honey."

"Bye Brady," the little girl finished breathlessly as she hung up. Well, if her sister wasn't going to let Brady King chase her, then in a few years she sure would. She skipped away with a knowing smile.

Brady slammed the phone back on the hook and stared into space, thinking. He was not going to let the little fool get away from him this time.

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Erin sat stiff as a board in Ava's car with her hands fisted in her lap and her legs pulled tight together as though one movement would betray what she did last night.

What THEY did last night she reminded herself and at the raunchiness of the night's memory, a little groan escaped her lips.

"Are you okay?" Ava asked looking curiously at Erin as she drove her back to her house. "I promised you I wouldn't ask questions, but you look like you are going to be sick. And you have to know I'm dying over here. I mean, I pick you up at Brady King's house. At nearly eight in the morning!"

Erin remained quiet and huddled in her seat, staring out the window and not responding to her friend.

"All right, all right," Ava sighed. "I'll leave you alone. But one day you WILL tell me."

Erin didn't know what to say. Could she tell her friend about what she and Brady did? That he had undressed her, bathed her, and put her to bed. That she had woken up so happy in his warm arms that she let him open up her legs with his knees and push himself inside her. That she was still sticky between her thighs.

She nearly groaned aloud again but bit it off just in time. 

Last night wasn't making love. It was an orgy.

But other memories began pushing themselves back into her mind. Like how she woke up after the first time to a warm wash cloth being softly but thoroughly wiped between her legs. She whimpered at the intimate action, but he kissed her warmly on the lips, shushed her, and told her to just let him do it. 

She did.

She watched as he finished and unbothered, threw the cloth to the side of the bed. She saw the red stains on it and gasped but forgot all about it when he drew her legs open wide and lovingly looked at her.

"Don't ever shave," he told her.

"Wh-what?" 

"I love your soft little red curls. I love how they glisten for me. And when I part them," he began opening her with his hand. "I love how pink and wet inside you are for me. It is me, isn't it?" His intensely blue eyes shifted up from their perusal to look her in the eyes.

Entranced, she dumbly nodded her head.

He smiled and looked back down between her legs. "I love you here." He brought one finger to her opening and began to softly move it up and down, just grazing her flesh.

"I've never wanted to do this before. But you are mine. Only mine," he said seriously.

"Do what?"

But her thought was cut short because he swiftly ducked his head down and put his mouth to her. 

She screamed. 

But he didn't relent as he continued to ruthlessly torture her with just the flicking tip of his tongue. She whimpered and shifted, but he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her full up against him. His open mouth sucked and kissed her aching flesh.

They were both panting when he reared up and pushed her legs as far open as they would go. He pushed himself swiftly inside her until she completely sheathed him, and he slowly began to thrust.

After his pace began to quicken he flipped her on the stomach, kneed her legs apart, and thrust back inside her tight sheath.

At her small noises of distress he laid his chest along her back, kissed and whispered into her ear.

"It's okay baby, I know it's new, but you'll like it. I want to see you this way."

She calmed at his words, curious, and felt as he leaned back up. As he slowly pumped himself inside her, she could feel him nuzzle and kiss her back. His tounge licked up her spine until he reached her neck and she groaned aloud.

His thrusts remained restrained as he tightly gripped her hips and reared back up.

Using his thumbs he pulled her flesh open at the crevice at the small of her back. He rubbed her from the top until he reach where they were joined, and he watched his glistening cock slide inside and out of her. She heard his guttural moan.

"Jesus," and he slammed into her. "Turn around and look at me."

She looked over her shoulder, auburn hair spilling over her back, green eyes wide with uncertainty but sparkling with lust.

"Fuck," he grated. "Hold on. I'm going to fuck you hard now."

She moaned her acquiescence and felt as he began slamming into her. He was bigger from that position, the feeling almost bordering on pain, but he reached around, sifted through her curls, and put his finger to her slick nub.

"That's right, just push back against me," he rasped as he began slamming harder and harder into her. She could hear the slapping of their flesh and felt his balls slap against her.

As the pleasure consumed her and she bit into the pillow in front of her, she felt as his pace quickened. He leaned over her, grabbing on tight to her waist, and she could feel him become even harder inside of her. He bit where her neck joined her shoulder and held on as his pace dissolved, and he slammed hard one last time inside of her, keeping them joined, and she felt his warmth splash inside of her.

After falling to the bed they both did not move as they concentrated on breathing. After she calmed and once again began falling into sleep, he shifted and grabbed her, pulling her tight into him. She went willingly, fluidly, luxuriating in the wild abandon and discovery of the night.

"Erin. Erin!" Ava yelled beside her, and she popped up in the car seat, realizing she had fallen asleep.

"Good dream?" Ava asked.

Erin blushed, her imagination running wild with what she could have said or done in her sleep. She decided to ignore the situation and quickly stepped out of her friend's car and into her own driveway.

"Very interesting, my friend," Ava drawled. "Well, I couldn't be happier."

Erin poked her head in the open car door and looked at her friend frighteningly.

"Don't worry Erin, I won't say anything. You never even told me anything! But don't think I don't know what's going on...Brady is a great guy. Are you sure you don't want me to take you back over there? Maybe you two should talk this out."

Erin slammed the passenger door shut and began walking inside her house. Well, she tried walking, but it was more like limping.

"I knew it!" Ava roared smugly. "I really think you should go back and talk to him. This is huge! Don't you want to...Erin! Don't you walk away from me!"

Erin slammed the front door as she entered her house.

Caroline came running up to her before she could even get to the stairs and escape to her room.

"Brady has called here about ten times this morning," she chirped to her older sister. "And he sounds angry. Kind of like a bull," she looked up seriously "chasing his mate."

Erin paused at the foot of stairs to turn around and stare wide eyed at her little sister. 

"You have got to stop comparing people to animals," she said amazedly before turning around and slugging up the stairs.

"Well Brady sounds so angry he is definitely a bull. And Jeffery is a fox!" she yelled at her retreating sister. "I think Brady might come charging here after you if you don't call him back," she finished wisely before she ran off with her fingers to her head like horns to play bullfighter. Erin could hear her giggling down the stairs.

After shutting and locking the door Erin stood inside her room. When had her sister gotten so smart? Her silly animal comparisons were becoming eerily accurate. 

And when had she gotten so stupid? Deciding she wasn't brave enough to be smart, she threw off her clothes, took a quick shower, turned off her phone and snuggled into her covers.

She would just burrow here away from the world for a while. Like a rabbit.

The covers muffled her exasperated groan.

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Arch Enemies Ch. 07



The next Monday at school Erin found herself once again avoiding anyone that she knew. All Sunday she had barricaded herself from phone calls from Ava, Jeffery, and Brady.

Especially Brady. He had persistently called around twelve more times that day asking very politely from Caroline to speak to Erin.

She knew this because Caroline diligently reported to her older sister every time he called, how he sounded and what he said. No one else in the house seemed perturbed that the phone was ringing non-stop or that Caroline was always the first one to get it.

Ava's messages were delivered by Caroline half-heartedly, but she completely refused to mention Jeffery. Only once did she relay his message to Erin, but all she could really hear were some mumblings about how bulls could trample foxes, and Erin was glad she didn't mention anything again.

Her little sister did not, however, hold back her enthusiastic opinions of Brady, and Erin lay quiet and miserable on her bed as her sister relayed all her opinionated information.

That Sunday may have been spent retreated away from Brady, but amongst all the persistent images of him taking her were older ones of when they were in sixth grade. The day he asked her out.

That day before home room when Brady had grown a little with his major defeat of Billy Daniels on the school bus, he had shown a side of himself she had never seen.

He touched her around the waist in a way no one had ever held her and looked at her differently than she had ever seen him in all their years of friendship. Erin became nervous, and when Brady finally quit his fumbling and told her that he liked her, her stomach dropped.

Erin's stomach plummeted now, just as it had on that day many years ago as she recalled what happened.

"Will you go out with me?" he asked calmly while looking directly into her eyes. She wondered where his steadiness came from since she felt as though her world was spinning. She confusedly looked into his eyes until what he said became completely clear.

"Brady ... I ... you ... want to go out with me?"

"Yes." He smiled then and while he held her with one arm he stroked a lock of hair behind her ear. A comfortable gesture he had done so many times before, now felt new and intimate. She stood frozen at this new contact.

But it did feel good. While she blushed at the way he held her as her classmates walked by staring, gawking, and whispering Erin couldn't deny that she didn't like the way of the two of them fit together. It felt ... right....

"Yes," she whispered, frightened at the new grounds being crossed and the intimacy that she was naïve of. But she couldn't say no....

Brady's eyes grew brighter as his face lit up in a huge smile, and he grabbed her in a bear hug. He enthusiastically squeezed her, and she laughed at the embrace—one that he had done before and which she could still feel comfortable with.

Were things going to have to change? Erin thought to herself. If she had said no, he would have been upset, but Erin didn't really feel ready to go out with a boy. She liked them, and she thought she liked Brady, but to actually date one was scary and unknown. What would she have to do?

She realized while she had been in worried thought, Brady had been staring at her intensely. When she looked up she realized he wasn't staring at her so much as her lips. Terrified, she watched as he began to lean down to kiss her. Kiss her! She had never kissed anyone in her entire life!

Before an enthusiastic Brady could reach a frozen Erin, a group of 8th graders walked by them.

"Awww, how cute! Little sixth graders kissing," purred Samantha Kent, the most cruel and popular girl in their school. A mortified Erin quickly pulled away.

"I don't know if that was kissing so much as not knowing what the hell they are doing," mumbled her boyfriend and most gorgeous boy in Erin's entire world, Harvey Thomas.

"Thank God we were never losers like them," Samantha snapped as she grabbed Harvey's hand, planted an assured and experienced kiss on his lips and walked away laughing.

Brady snarled at their retreating backs.

"Don't listen to them they are snobby idiots." He turned and looked down at her lips again. "We can kiss. Let them see," he whispered as he leaned down once again. Erin quickly pulled farther away.

"I-I have to go to homeroom. I'm going to be late." She began to speed walk to her class.

Brady looked a little baffled as she more ran than walked away but smiled as he waved her off.

"Yeah, sure that's fine. I'll see you soon. I'll walk you to your next class!"

Erin just gave a short wave as she tumbled into her homeroom and slammed into her desk.

A smiling Ava greeted her.

"Are you and Brady going out?" her friend blurted out.

Erin looked up baffled. "How did you know?!"

"I have a sixth sense about these things ... And I saw you two outside in the hall. So—tell me. What's going on? Lindsey and Jenny and Lucy are all dying to know. None of us have boyfriends so you have to give us the gossip! We were all taking bets before homeroom about what was going on."

Erin's stomach began to roll as she realized what she had gotten herself in to. Lindsey, one of her and Ava's best friends, had stated years ago that she would be the first one of them to have a boyfriend. The fact that she still did not pricked at her nerves and made her very jealous if any of them even flirted with a boy.

Erin could just imagine how she would react to this news. She could see all of her friends getting behind Lindsey and separating themselves from her. They were all already gossiping. She hated being the one on the outside of the loop. She knew Ava would stick beside her, but no one else had boyfriends at their age. She could already see the death stares from other girls in their envy. She wanted nothing to do with it.

"No. We are not going out." And Erin turned around in her seat to sit quietly for the rest of homeroom. Ava just smiled knowingly and didn't bother Erin again.

Just then the bell rang for first period. Erin jumped out of her seat to dart to class, but Brady spotted her as soon she cleared the door.

"Hey! I'll walk you to Mr. Patterson's. Do ... do you want me to hold your books for you?"

"Uhhh," Erin stammered, but he just grabbed them, added them to his own and began walking with her to her classroom. She knew his first period was on the other side of the school. They never saw each other at this time of the day. Erin's stomach rolled again in nervousness.

Just then Brady reached for her hand. Such an intimate act between couples was unknown and terrifying to her, especially to a discerning public, and Erin quickly slipped her hands into her jean pockets.

Brady snapped his hand back quickly and made a big ordeal of rearranging their books and folders, making sure to use both hands for the rest of the walk to class. They finally reached the doorway and Erin could not have been more relieved.

"Well, uhh, see ya," he said affably and smiled at her, but Erin darted inside the classroom as soon as she grabbed her things from his arms.

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion. Brady was late to nearly all of his classes escorting Erin to hers all day, and each walk became more and more awkward as he continued to try to be intimate with her.

The end of the day finally came, and Erin began to dread seeing Brady. She didn't know how to act or respond to the new ways he was treating her, and she did not feel comfortable advancing to this stage of her life.

All of their friends were gathered in the cafeteria where everyone chatted before they headed off to buses or carpools, and Brady beamed as Erin walked to meet everyone.

His smile did not last very long as Erin didn't walk straight to him and instead walked to her group of friends where she saw Lindsey whispering. The group hushed as she came up to them, and Erin wished more than anything that Ava didn't get picked up right after school and could be there.

"Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?" Lindsey sneered as she laughed loudly with the rest of the group.

Erin's stomach began its rolling again. She didn't like this new stage of her life. She felt awkward and scared, and she knew that the Lindsey and the eighth graders making fun of her were just the beginning. She couldn't do this at all. She saw Brady advancing happily to her, and she could not stand if he tried to be romantic towards her. She spoke without really thinking.

"No. I do not have a boyfriend." She could see Brady stop walking and the confused look on his face. A piece of her ripped inside, but she turned back around and saw Lindsey and the rest of the girls' looks and couldn't deal with their mean judging and gossip. She just had to do it. The words flowed out without her really thinking of what she was saying. "I am not dating anyone. Especially not Brady King. Ever."

Every one of their friends laughed at his public embarrassment she was causing him. Kids from other grades who were walking by or overheard began laughing at Brady. Erin turned to look at him and watched the confusion and hurt ripple over his face. When he made eye contact with her and read whatever was in her eyes, his face turned cold.

He turned around and walked away without another glance. Erin wanted so badly to go after him and explain. To say she was sorry that she told him in front of the whole school, but she was just scared to be in a relationship. But Lindsey wrapped her arm through Erin's and smiled down at her.

"Erin. You are hilarious. Brady looked like such an idiot. It was a good thing you did that too, because everyone thought you were dating, and I knew that was wrong. 'Slut' began to be thrown in with your name, and while I stuck up for you, everyone thought you two were doing things together. Your reputation is much safer this way."

Erin gave a weary smile back to Lindsey. While she was more than positive Lindsey was the one throwing around any bad words about her, she was glad she had gotten that over with too. She wanted to talk to Brady, but even the thought of being face to face with him scared her to death. She would talk to him later.

She hopped onto her bus for the ride home, and avoided even looking towards the back where Brady was sure to be sitting. She desperately wanted to talk to him, but she knew he would be upset, and she couldn't find the courage inside of her to face him. She would just do it the next day. She didn't glance at him once while she ran off the bus at her stop.

The next morning Erin had talked herself in to finally explaining everything to Brady. She would sort all of this mess out.

But as she enthusiastically hopped onto the bus after pumping herself up, she was stopped short when saw him.

He was sitting in the back in their usual seat. But this morning instead of saving the spot next to him for her like he always did, he had let someone else sit next to him.

That someone was her dear friend Lindsey.

He had his arm draped around her, and she had her head bent close to his. She seemed to be whispering, and any of Erin's suspicions were confirmed when they both looked at her. Lindsey began laughing cruelly and Brady just gave her a hard smile.

That was it. She truly felt sick. She had let some bitchy girl allow her to feel bad enough about herself to break up with Brady. She may have been feeling nervous and reluctant to date him, but the thought of her friends and especially Lindsey hating her had her being cruel to him. She was an idiot and she knew it.

The day seemed to have gotten worse when she slowly made her way down the aisle, and she realized that the only seat was right across from the happy couple. Lindsey's laugh seemed to have only gotten louder as she realized Erin's predicament.

Erin finally sat down in the seat across the aisle from them. She didn't know if it was better or worse that Brady was sitting on the outside.

As she sat in misery in the longest bus ride of her entire life, she had to listen to the whispered flirting between the two. Lindsey seemed to be doing the most of the talking, but Brady let her. He let her grab onto him and whisper intimately and ultimately make Erin's life hell.

Out of the corner of her eye she felt Brady staring at her. She turned and returned the look.

"Brady ... I'm ... I'm sorry about yesterday. I- I just didn't know what to do. I was scar—"

"Don't bother Erin," he said cutting her off. "I'm just glad I know how you truly feel. You could have told me in a better way, but it's over." Lindsey seemed to have doubled her efforts in touching as much of him as possible. "It was for the best. I found someone who really wants me, and it made me realize I never wanted you. You just seemed convenient. Thank God that didn't happen."

Lindsey laughed at that and they began a full fledge make-out session for the rest of the ride. Erin sat in her seat as her cheeks burned and jumped up as soon as the bus stopped. She speed walked to her homeroom.

"Erin!"

She turned around to see Lindsey jogging to catch up to her.

"Erin, I hope there are no ill feelings. When I saw how you really felt about Brady yesterday, I finally decided it was okay for me to date him. You see, he has been asking me out for weeks, and I have been saying no because of how close you two are. I didn't want it to come between us. But now that I know you would never date him, I let him get me.

"Trust me; it has been an exhausting chase. He said if I continued to say no, he would just ask you out instead. He said he thought of you more as a 'poor, ugly redheaded sister' to quote, and that he would never dream of dating you, but if it would get me to see how much he liked me, he would. And sure enough, I truly see. He pretty much hates you now, so I have no worries. I hope everything is okay between us, though," Lindsey finished sweetly as she flipped her peroxide blonde hair.

Erin stared at it dumbly as she digested everything Lindsey just told her. Was it just this time yesterday that she and Brady were happy and laughing as best friends? It felt like a lifetime ago. An image of the hard smile he gave her on the bus ran through her mind, and she shuddered. His poor, ugly redheaded sister? He only asked her out to prove to Lindsey he liked her? She felt truly embarrassed. But mostly she was furious.

"I'm fine Lindsey. You two make a lovely couple." She barely resisted a sneer as she turned around and walked away to her homeroom. She hoped she never had to look at Brady or talk to him again. At least, she thought hotly with revenge, not nicely.

And, Erin thought as she reflected on those days in her sixth grade past, nothing much had changed in their senior year of high school. Thank God Lindsey had moved a couple years later, but Brady had remained an enemy. That definitely hadn't changed. Images of them rolling around his bed flashed across her mind and she blushed red. Well, some things had.

As she walked to her final and most dreaded class of the day, Erin realized that the talk and treatment between her and Brady really wasn't different. They may have ... done the deed, but they still talked and treated each other horribly. More images of him carrying and bathing her while she was freezing cold flashed across her mind. Didn't they?

Erin walked into the classroom just as the bell was ringing, and her eyes immediately went to where Brady was sitting. The wonderful and new activities they had shared that weekend made her nearly smile, but then she remembered her memory from earlier in the day. The things he told Lindsey and the trick he had played on her still made her angry. Why had he been her friend at all? Erin knew she could never trust Brady.

He seemed as furious as she felt. Although she was sure it was about her ignoring him this Sunday, Erin's anger was deeper rooted and made her wish she had never let him touch her.

Brady seemed tense the entire class, but as soon as the bell rang Erin darted out of the classroom, thanking her lucky stars that her usual bouts of clumsiness didn't falter her.

She scrambled as quickly as she could towards the locker room for cheerleading practice, nearly knocking people over in the hall. She knew she was getting curious looks, but she didn't care. Brady's heavy footsteps were right behind her, and he began to shout after her.

"Erin, stop. Right now."

Yeah right, she thought and she quickened her pace, finally making it to her destination.

She pushed through the double doors and sighed with relief that she had made her escape. She looked around curiously as she caught her breath wondering where the rest of her team was, when she noticed a hastily scribbled sign right in front of her.

"Practice Cancelled. Coach Debbie out with flu. Enjoy the Holiday!"

Erin turned around to, thank God, leave for the day, when the double doors were pushed violently through.

Brady stepped into the locker room with her.

"Wh-what are you doing here?! This is the girl's locker room!" she shouted at him.

He just gave her a lecherous smile and slowly began to walk towards her. "Yeah, but I see no girls. Except for one. A very little girl who likes to run away from me as I chase her down the hall or sneak out of bed after we just spent the whole night fucking."

His words made her gasp, but it was quickly cut off as he stepped in front of her and harshly pushed his body into hers backing her into the lockers. They hit them with as slam and Erin began to push back.

"Well maybe you should take a hint! I don't want to talk to you now, and I definitely didn't want to talk to you Sunday morning!"

She could feel him freeze as that statement hit home, and she haughtily looked him in the eye as he stared blue ice down upon her.

"You know what? I believe you," he whispered cruelly. "I can tell you don't want to talk now. I can feel you against me, and I know you want me." His lean body pushed against her and Erin bit back a moan. He smiled. "You know it was good honey."

"You were shit," she spat at him. Mad at how he could read her. Mad at how he could make her feel. "Leave me alone, I don't want you."

She pushed him with every bit of anger and strength she had in her. He was not prepared for the shove and being off balance made him crash heavily into the lockers behind him. Erin stared wide eyed at what she had done, but he just advanced once again towards her.

"Don't lie. You liked what I did to you. I felt it. I still have scratches going down my back from your twisting and moaning as you rode my dick. You came all over me, baby don't try to lie."

His words were intentionally crude and she sucked in a quick breath. Instead of pushing him she went full force and attacked him. He grunted as she launched herself at him. As he shifted her, she used all of her momentum to scratch or beat any inch of him she could reach.

He laughed a little at her efforts but when a kicking foot came too close for comfort to his sensitive regions he became serious. He grabbed her, once again backing them up until her back hit the lockers, and he used his hold on her to rub her up and down his body. She continued to fight and struggle, and he angrily grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head.

Using his new leverage he rubbed until they were connected groin to groin and her frustration manifested into a groan.

"See," he panted as he pushed himself against her. "You want this."

"No," she shook her head as her body traitorously began to push back at him, and she could feel herself responding.

They both panted as he began to wrestle with their clothing. While he worked on his shirt, she attacked his belt buckle. He grunted at her enthusiastic efforts and began to work twice as fast.

As soon as he was out of his shirt, he tore at the buttons of her blouse. When they wouldn't work as fast as he wanted, he ripped the garment apart. Yanking it from her arms and snapping her bra off had them blissfully naked chest to chest, and she stretched, rubbing herself against him in the wonderful feeling of his hot and hard chest against her breasts.




Arch Enemies Ch. 07



She hastily unzipped his jeans as he pulled up her skirt. He kneed her legs apart as he hoisted her up and reached between them for her panties. They too were ripped apart in his desperation to be inside her, and she moaned when the head of his penis brushed against her.

She began squirming when that was all she felt. He slowly rubbed himself on the outside of her lips, gathering moisture, teasing, and she groaned aloud.

"Just do it," she panted, looking into his hot stare. His sexily unkempt bronzed hair fell over one eye as he leaned down into her, and his hungry look had her clenching upon herself. She wanted him now.

"What do you want, Erin?" he asked. He grabbed himself to rub along her lips, further pleasuring her, but withholding. She moaned.

"Please," she whispered and she watched as his nostrils flared. She felt him begin to push inside of her, but he held back.

"Say it," he demanded. "Who do you want? I want to see it on your lips."

"Brady," she breathed, accepting her desperation, but not admitting it over a whisper. "I ... need you."

She watched as his pupils expanded and felt as his body tensed. Then he pushed himself swiftly inside her, reaching the hilt in one thrust.

He pulled slowly, nearly all of the way out and pushed brutally back inside. As soon as his pubic bone meshed hers, she began coming. She couldn't stop it. She pushed against his shoulders as she spasmed upon him.

Brady felt her around him, felt how wet she was. He hoisted her up farther, pushed his hips into her, and began thrusting. He didn't hold back as his powerful body slammed back and forth between her spread legs. He shook as his orgasm seized him and the power of it had him pushing one last time into her, filling her.

He leaned weakly into her as they both came down. Erin's mind had been blissfully blank after her mind-blowing orgasm, but things began to come back to her, unwanted. She wanted to continue to lean into this man. To hold him. To brush her fingers through his hair until he could find his breath. And then she wanted to do it all over again.

But once again his hurtful words came back to her. Nothing had been resolved. She only continued to make them worse.

Brady leaned back to kiss her swiftly on the lips. When he didn't feel her respond he looked into her eyes. Sensing her resignation, he kissed her once more swiftly on the mouth and slowly began to pull out of her.

Her tissue was swollen around him and he had a hard time pulling out without trying to hurt her, but he gently sat her on her feet. He pulled up his pants, ignoring buttons as he helped try to restore her clothing. He smoothed down her skirt and attempted to pull the shards of her blouse back together.

Realizing it wouldn't work, he smiled ruefully at her, but she wouldn't look him in the eye. Her face remained blank as she tried to put herself back together. He pushed her hands away from her ruined shirt.

"Stop." He picked up his forgotten Varsity jacket on the floor and put it on her. He smiled as he buttoned her up. "Think you can make it in the house and change in time with this?"

She nodded absently. She didn't speak as she picked up all of her books and purse. She pushed her hair behind her ears and headed for the doors.

He grabbed her arm as she tried to walk past him without looking at him. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"What does it look like?" she quipped, and she tried to walk again.

"You can't just ... leave," he finished lamely.

"I can. I will." She tried to wrench her arm away, and she watched as his face grew hard with anger.

"You can't pull this disappearing shit again. I have been wanting to talk to you all weekend, especially about you disappearing act Sunday. Do you remember anything from that night? From a minute ago?" he finished softly as he walked up to her. He brushed her mussed auburn hair behind her ear in their old friendly gesture, and Erin leaned back weakly to look at him.

It would be so much easier to just forget everything. To just let go of old hurts, of new hurts. She didn't know what she wanted, but her heart clenched as she looked him in his eyes.

All of the cruel things he had ever done to her, especially all of those years ago came rushing back and she hardened her resolve. She watched as he understood the look on her face, and he looked away from her.

"Go," he rasped, letting go of her arm.

Erin didn't falter as she walked out the doors of the locker room. Hopefully this would be their last encounter, and she could stop making all of these horrible mistakes. Those words had her frowning.

She pushed through the doors of the school's exit, and the afternoon's sun burned glaringly into her eyes. She paused, momentarily blinded as she let herself become absorbed into its warmth, washing away the coldness of her thoughts. She stood still in the brightness, staring at nothing, seeing nothing as she waited to regain her sight.