All Chapters of Enemy Within (Unseen Enemy 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dean squinted down at the tiny rose tattoo he was inking, trying to keep the detailing as delicate as possible. The girl was jumping around, though, making it a challenge, to say the least.“Hey,” she said. “It hurts.”“Yeah,” Dean said. “I warned you about that, remember? You wanted it right on the breastbone – not much flesh or muscle to absorb the impact of the needle. But I’m almost done, OK? Maybe you need a break?”“Yeah, for sure.” She sat up, her low-slung jeans cupping her curved ass, her generous breasts squeezed into a black lace bra. Every guy in the place was checking her out, and damned if she didn’t love it. Dean had offered her a light blanket to cover herself, but she had refused. She was obviously the kind of girl who liked to have it all hang out.Dean leaned back. “So you OK?”“Uh-huh.” Her light blue eyes were gazing at him. “You own this place, right?”“Yep.”“You do any of your own tattoos?”“No. Mine have all been done by other people.”She reached out to trace

Emma moaned as Dean thrust inside of her gently, her hands clutching the pillow under her. He was lifting her hips, pulling her back and forth on his cock. She pushed back against him, hard, and he gasped.“Christ, Emma… do that again.”She did and she felt his whole body shudder. He grasped her under the arms and hauled her up onto her knees, holding her body against his. His hand moved between her lower lips to circle her clit and when she moaned, his thrusts sped up. She threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, and felt his heart thumping hard against her back.Dean couldn’t believe how good it felt to hold her again. He pressed his chest to her body as tight as he could, not wanting even one inch of space between them.Closer. I have to get closer to her.Her amazing body was shaking now, her pussy opening and closing around him, and he moved both hands to her upper thighs, holding her in place as his cock rammed into her over and over again. She shrieked and closed her eyes.

He took a shuddering breath. “The school was attacked while she was there. Large group of local Taliban fighters, well-prepared, heavily-armed. They knew she’d be there, clearly, and they came ready for a massacre. My guys outside were overwhelmed, but they held things off long enough for the teachers to evacuate the school and get the girls to the underground shelter that Kimberley had insisted on building. Me, Jim and Chris were all inside with her, but I sent them out to help. I stayed with Kimberley alone, and I stayed because she refused to leave the school until she was absolutely sure that every single person was out and safe. She checked on the cleaning ladies and the women who worked in the kitchen, those people who are so often forgotten when the shit hits the fan. I kept her behind me the whole time, and we crawled through every room of that school, making sure everyone was out. Only then did she agree to let me get her to the shelter.”Emma felt tears prickling her eyes. M

The next morning, Dean woke up at six o’clock, the same as always. He stared at Emma sleeping next to him, watched the sun start to light up her face. What he saw disturbed him.Her beautiful face was scarily pale and she looked completely exhausted. He lifted the sheet and glanced down at her naked body; she had definitely lost some more weight. He noticed new bruises on her thighs, and his mouth tightened at the realization that he’d done that the first time they had made love the night before.Dean resolved that today, he was going to push until she told him what was going on with her. If it was just anemia, then she needed to find another doctor, get some more aggressive treatment. Whatever she was doing now wasn’t working, that much was pretty damn clear. Dean was prepared to drag her to doctor after doctor himself, if that’s what it came to.As he looked at her, he felt a wave of tenderness just wash over him. He remembered last night, her sweetness as she'd held him close, and

The four men stared at her. Dean was thunderstruck.“She – what? How can she have cancer?”Liv shrugged. “She just does.”“For how long?”“She got the diagnosis just over four months ago.” She met his eyes. “She got it the day that you two first met at Shooter’s.”“She – I…” Dean stammered. “What?”“She’s sick. I mean, she’s really sick.”Dean did not understand one single fucking thing that was going on right now, and he was getting pretty pissed off about it.“Why didn’t she tell me?” he asked Liv angrily. “We’ve been sleeping together for over three months. Why the fuck did she keep this from me?”Her beautiful brown eyes flashed. “That’s why, Dean. That, right there.”He paused. “What?”“What you just said, those words you used. You said that you two have been ‘sleeping together’. Not ‘seeing each other’, not ‘dating’, not even ‘going out’. Definitely not ‘in a relationship’.”He flushed. “Well, yeah… because that was the deal. Just sex.”“OK, fine. Great.” Liv stared up at him. “