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  Battling the Enemy

  Copyright 2019 Monica Clayton

  Published by M.E. Clayton

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  This book is a work of fiction. The entire content is a product of the author’s imagination and all names, places, businesses, and incidences are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), places or occurrences, is entirely coincidental

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without the express written consent from the author, except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.

  Table of Contents

  Author's Note

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Prologue

  1. Deke

  2. Delaney

  3. Deke

  4. Delaney

  5. Deke

  6. Delaney

  7. Deke

  8. Delaney

  9. Deke

  10. Delaney

  11. Deke

  12. Delaney

  13. Deke

  14. Delaney

  15. Deke

  16. Delaney

  17. Deke

  18. Delaney

  19. Deke

  20. Delaney

  21. Deke

  22. Delaney

  23. Deke

  24. Delaney

  25. Deke

  26. Delaney

  27. Deke

  28. Delaney

  29. Deke

  30. Delaney

  31. Deke

  32. Delaney

  33. Deke

  34. Delaney

  35. Deke

  36. Delaney

  37. Deke

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Contact Me

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  Author’s Note

  Facing the Enemy had originally been a standalone work, but due to so many requests, I decided to write Roselyn’s, Liam’s & Deke’s stories, and so, the Enemy Series was born. So, while I did my best to write this book in a style that can be enjoyed as a standalone, I suggest reading Facing the Enemy and Engaging the Enemy first, so that the supporting storyline might flow better.

  Also, as much as I tried (because I know how much everyone loved Ramsey’s and Emerson’s intensity), I couldn’t quite match the madness because…well, Ramsey’s a psychopath, whereas Deke’s just a lunatic. I hope you still enjoy the book, nonetheless. Now, because Facing the Enemy was supposed to be a solo work, it was a challenge to match its intensity for the other three books, but I did my best, folks. I so promise I did my best.

  I had also never planned on a fourth character, but upon writing Deke’s story, I fell in love with Ava, and how complicated she was, so Provoking the Enemy came to life. I also added a short closer as proof that everyone did live happily ever after.

  I know half of you will enjoy that everyone got a happily-ever-after, while the other half will be disappointed that Roselyn didn’t spend the rest of her days being worshipped by Liam and Deke, but, at heart, I’m a one-woman-man type of personality, so I felt compelled to make sure everyone ended up with a love of their life.

  Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy the series, and thank you, once again, to everyone who loved the book so much, you pushed for the additional stories.

  *****

  Just a couple of things before I let you go and get your read on. While I am doing my best to work with better editing and proofreading software, all my books are solo, independent works. I write my books, proofread my books, edit my books, create the covers, etc. I have one beta who gives me feedback on my stories, but other than that, all my books are independent projects.

  That being said, I apologize, in advance, for the typos, grammar inconsistencies, or any other mistakes I may make. Since writing is strictly a hobby for me, I haven’t looked for commitments in regard to publishers, editors, etc. My hope is that my stories are enjoyable enough that a few mistakes, here and there, can be overlooked. If not, my books are probably not for you.

  Also, I am an avid reader-I mean an AVID reader. I love to read above any other hobby. One of the things about reading that hurts my heart, though, is when I fall in love with a book, but I have to wait for the additional books in the series to be released. Because I feel that disappointment down to my soul, I vowed that if I ever write a series, all books will be published at once. Nope-no waiting over here…LOL. So, if you are reading one of my books, but can’t find any other books on the secondary characters of that book, that means the book is a standalone project.

  Now, that being said, if there are enough requests for the secondary characters’ stories, I try to accommodate that. So, it is possible for a series to develop unexpectedly. Should that happen, I will do my best to release the rest of the requested book all at once.

  Thank You! You are truly making my dreams come true!

  Acknowledgements

  The first acknowledgement will always be my husband (unless we ever divorce, then probably not so much after that), but seeing as how I can’t imagine that day ever coming, I can’t ever put myself out there without thanking him for all his love, support and belief in me.

  Second, there’s my family; my daughter, my son, my grandchildren, my sister, and my mother. They are the people who love me the most, know me the best, and love me dearly, despite all they know…LOL!

  And, of course, there’s Kamala. She insists that I don’t have to thank her in every book, but my love for her and gratitude for all her support and enthusiasm, claims otherwise. She’s the first person (outside my family) that I shared this dream with, and she’s been by my side every step of the way. Kam, you really are the best kind of friend!

  And, finally, I’d like to thank everyone who’s purchased, read, reviewed, shared, and supported me and my writing. Thank you so much for helping make this dream a reality and a happy, fun one at that! There are not enough ‘Thank You’s in the world.

  Dedication

  For all the readers who wanted Deke’s story –

  I just hope I wrote it to your expectation!

  Prologue

  The one thing about Melissa Randall was the bitch sure did know how to suck a good cock.

  The party was in full swing, with the bonfire blazing on the sand near the shoreline, and uninhibited teenage kids everywhere drinking, dancing, snorting up coke, popping back ecstasy, or flat out fucking. We were a dangerous lot, that’s for sure. Teenage kids with too much money and no supervision, that was us. It didn’t matter that we were underage. It didn’t matter that half the shit going on here could land us in jail.

  We were untouchable.

  The children of the One-Percent, who didn’t answer to anyone.

  When we had arrived at the party earlier, I had no intentions on hooking up with anyone. I had shown up just to drink and hang out. But Melissa had been on my shit all night and, admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve unloaded down a girl’s throat.

  Hell, I haven’t had any action
since Roselyn put an end to our arrangement a couple of months ago. I couldn’t say I was sad about it, though. As much as I adored Roselyn, she and Liam were made for each other. I always knew I was just extra in the bedroom, and I never had a problem with that.

  But never having been used to abstinence, it hadn’t taken much for me to cave to Melissa’s suggestions after a few beers. So, when she dragged me behind a cluster of trees for some half-ass privacy, I let her.

  However, I wasn’t so drunk that I hadn’t put a condom on before she sunk to her knees. A lot of people might argue that it’s just a blowjob, but I paid attention during sex-ed. Those pictures of mouth herpes had stuck with me. Besides, not judging or anything, but Melissa was awfully friendly with Sands Cove’s male population. Plus, the condom was flavored. I was thoughtful like that.

  I looked down, and I couldn’t deny she was doing her part. My dick was down her throat with her hand working my balls as she moaned like a porn star. I had my hands tangled in her dark red hair, and I held her firm as I fucked her mouth with my eight-inch cock. And even with a condom on, that shit felt good.

  I tightened my hands in her hair, getting ready to work up to completion, when a sound to my left caught my attention. I turned my head, and saw something-or rather, someone-I never thought I’d ever see, watching me get my dick sucked.

  Now, it wasn’t that I was a stranger to voyeurism. I’ve been to my fair share of parties that had been full of debauchery and shamelessness. But I’ve never been to a party where Delaney Martin was in attendance and she was the one being the voyeur.

  Delaney Martin.

  I watched as her eyes were taking in Melissa on her knees before me. I knew from where Delaney stood that she couldn’t actually see my dick in Melissa’s mouth, but even from a distance, I could tell the look on Delaney’s face wasn’t one of disgust.

  She was captivated by what she was seeing, and suddenly, Melissa was no longer the person getting me off. The tingles developing at the base of my spine were because Delaney was watching. The burst of lust was so profound, my fists tangled and pulled on Melissa’s red hair, and I started fucking her bruised lips as if I were inside her easy pussy. And because my eyes were still on Delaney, I didn’t miss how she noticed the change. Her eyes shot up to my face and that’s when I saw it.

  Pure fucking desire.

  Our eyes met, and I was certain she’d turn red with embarrassment and take off running.

  But she didn’t.

  Her gaze held mine as I pumped my cock down Melissa’s throat a few more times before finally throwing my head back, closing my eyes, and cumming in the girl’s mouth. When my head fell forward again and I opened my eyes, Delaney was gone.

  Oh, hell fucking no.

  I pulled my dick out of Melissa’s mouth, pulled the condom off, tied that bitch up, and stuck it in my pocket. Believe me, I’d rather have a busted used condom of my spunk in my pocket than become a Lifetime movie topic where some psychotic bitch turkey basted my sperm to trap me into marriage.

  Melissa looked up at me from where she was still on her knees. “Deke?”

  Now, here’s the thing; I had nothing against, uh, friendly girls. I just didn’t like when they tried to act like what this was wasn’t what it was always going to be.

  I looked down at her as I stuffed my dick back in my pants. “Thanks for taking the edge off, Melissa, but I have to go,” I told her. She pouted as I further explained, “I caught a deer in my crosshairs and it just ran off.”

  Chapter 1

  Deke~

  I left Melissa on her knees in the trees as I ran after Delaney Martin.

  I wasn’t exactly sure what it was that had me chasing after her, but the second she met my stare and hadn’t shied away from watching me cum, something snapped in me.

  I’d been going to school with Delaney Martin all my life, and she’s never made a splash on anyone’s radar. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty enough or built, but I’d always taken her for an introvert. She never participated in our unsupervised antics. She never acted out of pocket. She never caused any drama. Delaney Martin was your typical wallflower. She had been all the years that I’ve known who she was.

  But, tonight, that wallflower stood hidden behind the trees as she watched me get my dick sucked. Delaney hadn’t stumbled upon me and Melissa and run away, shocked at her intrusion. She hadn’t turned away when she realized what was happening. And she sure as fuck hadn’t run off embarrassed when she had gotten caught.

  No.

  She kept watching, and the darkness in me that I worked hard to keep hidden stirred.

  Delaney watched me cum, and so, it was only fair that I got to do the same thing.

  As I came flying out of the thicket of trees and brush, my eyes scanned the throng of people everywhere in search of a brunette in a bright purple shirt. There was no way I was going to let Delaney Martin get away from me.

  When I rushed past Ramsey, Liam, Emerson, and Roselyn, Ramsey and Liam immediately stood up when they noticed my preoccupation. I waved them down, letting them know everything was fine as I passed them. That was the beauty of unconditional love and loyalty; no questions ever needed to be asked.

  I finally found her on the hill near where all our cars were parked, tugging on her friend Ava’s arm. But Ava had a beer in one hand, while nestled on Marcos Sergio’s lap. And she didn’t look like she was ready to leave. That assumption was confirmed the closer I got, and I noticed that Marcos had his hand up Ava’s skirt.

  Ever since I’ve known Ava Hill, she has always been a wild child. She was a knockout with her long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a body that boasted of hot sex and wild fantasies. And, unfortunately for catty girls everywhere, Ava was also smart as a whip. She might look like a dumb blonde, but I’d bet money she’ll be the head of her own Mob syndicate one day.

  But while Ramsey and Liam have both fucked her a time or two throughout the years, I’ve never gone there with her. Not because she wasn’t capable of getting my dick hard, but because she was too…off for my taste. Now, I wasn’t pretending to be a saint or selective, but I didn’t get off on girls who were fucked in the head. I wanted easy fucks with clean breaks, and Ava always struck me as the type of girl who could turn on you in a heartbeat. But, admittedly, I didn’t know her that well. I just knew what I’ve heard about her.

  And I never understood how she and Delaney had become friends. Those two seemed like night and day, but they were tight as fuck. For all of Ava’s commanding ways, I’d never seen or heard of her treating Delaney badly. This wasn’t a case of having an ugly friend you could bully to make yourself feel better about yourself, either. From what I could tell, they were genuinely good friends.

  Granted, Delaney could never be cast in the role of the ugly friend because Delaney Martin was far from ugly. Her hair was a dark brunette but had different shades of that dark brown decorating the top of her five-foot-three frame. She had keen brown eyes under a set of perfectly arched brows. Delaney could be described as pixie-like with her pert nose and high cheeks, but she had a set of lips on her that were made for sucking some lucky guy’s cock.

  The girls’ Windsor Academy uniforms had a choice of slacks or skirts, and while most of the girls chose to wear the skirt, I’d never seen Delaney in anything other than the standard Windsor top and pants. It was like she purposely tried to hide her figure, but it was no use. Delaney Martin had a woman’s body made up of a healthy-sized rack and wide hips.

  But the best thing about her?

  Delaney had this scar that started on the apple of her right cheek and slashed back towards her ear. It looked as if her face had gotten caught on a wire, or something, and had ripped her face open.

  Ramsey had a scar that ran from his right eyebrow across his eye and stopped at the edge of his nose, but it was a clean scar. It was a straight line. He had gotten it when we were eight-years-old and his father had wanted to teach him a lesson in control. Little did his father know what
kind of psychopath he was grooming Ramsey to become one day.

  But here’s the thing that had always fascinated me about Delaney’s scar; her parents were just as filthy rich as the rest of the families in Sands Cove, but she never got plastic surgery to remove the scar. She wore it proudly, never shielding it with her hair or applying layers and layers of makeup to make it less visible.

  Nope.

  Delaney had a jagged scar that tore across the side of her face and I found an immense amount of strength in that.

  Delaney Martin might be a wallflower, but she wasn’t weak.

  Just…different.

  I saw Ava’s eyes widen as she saw me approach, and Marcos head nodded me, but I ignored everyone around me as I grabbed Delaney by her arm and yanked her towards me. She looked up at me and her big brown eyes widened. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was holding her breath.

  Fuck, she was pretty.

  Low enough for her ears only, I whispered, “Did you like what you saw, Delaney?” This time her face did redden with embarrassment. “What part did you like best? Did you like seeing Melissa sucking my dick or were you wishing you had been Melissa?” Delaney’s eyes narrowed and I could see the tick in her jaw from trying to exercise some restraint. The last thing she wanted was for everyone around us to find out she’d been watching me get a blowjob. It didn’t go with her good girl persona.

  “Let me go,” she whispered harshly.

  Even though I was ignoring everyone else around us, I was very aware that everyone had stopped whatever bullshit they had been up to and were now focused on the two of us. I’ve never run after a girl before, and the fact that I had now, was bound to catch people’s attention. “Not until I get my answer,” I told her, bringing my other hand up to clasp her other arm, showing her I was serious.