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    Engaging the Enemy
    Engaging the Enemy
    Engaging the Enemy
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    Engaging the Enemy

    By M.E. Clayton

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    What do you get when you fall in love when you weren’t supposed to?

    A tangled web of confusion and an unexpected twist of emotions.

    Roselyn
    Roselyn Bell’s life had been blessedly normal until her father left her mother for a younger model. Still, she and her mother had managed just fine. That is, until her mother’s new husband dropped her into a new world where money was never ending. Roselyn had gone from middle-class suburbia to the mansions of Sands Cove, but money certainly didn’t buy happiness.

    With rainbow-colored hair, loud makeup, a nose ring, and grunge-style clothing, Roselyn’s life at Windsor Academy hasn’t been that easy, but she didn’t mind it much. Used to her mother being gone, a stepbrother who hated her, and not one loyal friend in sight, Roselyn didn’t expect much out of life these days. She certainly didn’t expect to catch the eye of a Windsor prince, much less two of them.

    Liam
    Liam McCellan’s life had been handed to him on a silver platter with money, status, power, drugs, cars, booze, drugs, and girls piled high on that platter. Like most of the kids of Sands Cove, Liam was often left to his own devices, and it was just the way he liked it. Along with his two best friends, Liam feared nothing and no one, and he made no apologies for it.

    With the world at his fingertips, Liam is ready to finish out his senior year at Windsor, and he can’t wait. Though he isn’t the only spoiled, rich, degenerate prick to walk the halls of Windsor Academy, he is definitely one of the untouchables. However, he’s not prepared for when the rules change on a simple arrangement, and he’s hit with the unexpected. Good thing Liam’s not afraid of a challenge.

    When there can only be one victor in the battle of pride...
    After a night of drinking, Roselyn finds herself entangled with Liam McCellan and Deke Marlow, and she still doesn’t understand how it all came to be. The only thing that she does know is that she can’t keep being their dirty little secret much longer. Not when she’s fallen in love with Liam.

    After a night of drinking, Liam finds himself absolutely enchanted with Roselyn Bell. Discovering there’s more to the quiet, indifferent girl with the rainbow-colored hair and nose ring, Liam will do whatever it takes to make Roselyn Bell officially his. Especially, since he’s fallen in love with her.

    Even though Roselyn struggles with going from a nobody to running with the wolves of Windsor, Liam is planning to do everything he can to make sure Roselyn understands exactly where her place is, which is with the wolves.

    NOTE: This book contains adult language, adult situations, explicit sexual encounters, and violence. If sensitive to any of the aforementioned issues, please do not purchase.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherM.E. Clayton
    Release dateOct 1, 2019
    ISBN9780463013441
    Engaging the Enemy
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    M.E. Clayton

    M.E. Clayton works fulltime and writes as a hobby only. She is also an avid reader and Pinterest addict. When she's not working, reading, writing, or on Pinterest, she is spending time with her family and friends, or her dog, Boy, or her cat, Seatbelt. She lives in California with her husband and enjoys doing nothing but reading. Seriously. She does nothing but read. However, that's how she likes it.

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    Engaging the Enemy - M.E. Clayton

    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 into 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. However, if you’re a stickler for grammar, 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. However, the only downside to my reading obsession is when I fall in love with a series, but I have to wait for the additional books to come out. And because I feel that disappointment down to my soul, when I started publishing my works, I vowed to publish all books in my series all at once. No waiting here…LOL. Now, the exception to that will be if enough readers request additional stories based off the standalone, such as in Facing the Enemy. At that point, if I decide to move forward with a requested series, I will make sure all additional books are available all at once. As much as this is a hobby for me, I am writing these books for all of you, as well as myself.

    Thank you, for everything!

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    I really appreciate you reading my book and I would love to hear from you! Now, unfortunately, because I do have a full-time job and one part-time job, plus a family that I love spending time with, I’m not very active on social media. However, for the sites I do participate in, here are my social media coordinates:

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    Dedication

    For Amy (who emailed me) and Always Booking –

    You were the first people to show interest in Roselyn’s, Liam’s, and Deke’s stories. This series would never have come to be if you guys hadn’t planted the seed.

    And for all my other readers who encouraged this madness –

    Thank you so much. I hope the story meets with your expectations.

    Playlist

    Series Theme

    The Right Kind Of Wrong – LeAnn Rimes

    Engaging the Enemy Theme

    Basic Instinct – The Acid

    Addicted – Saving Abel

    Dollhouse – Melanie Martinez

    If You Could Only See – Tonic

    Like A Stone – Audioslave

    Unforgettable – French Montana

    Where You Belong – The Weeknd

    Piano In The Dark – Brenda Russell

    I Shall Believe – Sheryl Crow

    Prologue

    I closed my eyes as I heard the front door shut, and I found myself wondering-once again-how I’d gotten here.

    What I found even more puzzling was the fact that I had wanted to be here.

    For months, this was what I had wanted; what I had enjoyed.

    However, now…

    Now, it wasn’t enough.

    Or could be that it was too much.

    Staring out the window, I watched Deke Marlow strolling down the walkway towards his car. Deke lived only two blocks over, but the houses in Sands Cove were so huge on at least one acre of land that you couldn’t just skip on over to your neighbor’s house.

    I watched silently as he clicked his key fob, unlocking his car, then opened the driver’s side door and got in. I stared down at his white Lexus LC, and as he backed up, I wondered how many people had been paying attention to how many times it’s been in my driveway over the past few months. Of course, most people would assume that he was here to see my stepbrother, Brandon, but they’d be wrong.

    Because he had a girlfriend whom he practically lived with, Brandon was hardly ever home. Since his father and my mother were always off gallivanting all over the world, we were pretty much free to do whatever we wanted.

    I couldn’t deny that I’d had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and I felt out of sorts now that I wanted more. No matter how toxic Emerson’s relationship with Ramsey was, I found myself being envious of their relationship these days. My best friend, Emerson, was going to go to her deathbed never doubting Ramsey’s love for her, and I wanted that.

    Well, maybe not that kind of psychotic obsession, but I wanted love.

    I wanted a boy to take me to the movies or buy me roses. Hell, I’d settle for walking me to my locker.

    Something.

    Anything.

    Every Monday through Friday, I went to school, hung out with my friends, bullshitted, and chilled. All the while, with no one being the wiser that Deke Marlow had possibly left my bed the night before.

    We sat in some of the same classes, ate at the same lunch table, hitched rides off each other…all kinds of casual friend things, and with neither of us giving away the slightest hint that we’ve seen each other naked. Hell, even Emerson hadn’t suspected until I’d told her a few weeks ago.

    It wasn’t until Emerson and Ramsey had started parading their twisted, psychotic, insane fairy tale around everywhere that I started to realize that I was rather lonely. Sure, I might not be lonely most nights, but I was lonely during the day. I was lonely during the holidays. I was lonely in the shower, for Christ’s sake.

    I looked up at the moon and wondered how much lonelier it was going to feel when I finally did away with the little bit that I was getting at night. I mean, things were going well, and I’d been satisfied with how things had been going, but it was more than just watching Emerson and Ramsey together. I could admit that I began feeling emotionally involved a few months ago, but I’d been too chickenshit to acknowledge the change.

    Because if there was one thing that I did know, it was that no one would appreciate me bringing emotions into the equation. Emotions were only acceptable when a happily-ever-after was possible, and no one had sought out a happily-ever-after when all this had started.

    At least, I sure hadn’t.

    The sounds of bedsheets rustling behind me had me turning around to face the bed, and what a sight it was. The dark blue bedsheet draped loosely over Liam McCellan’s v-indented pelvic area, his six-pack abs on display, the moonlight from the window dancing across his perfect, honed, ripped teenage male body. His dark blonde hair was mused all over the pillow, his baby blue eyes covered by sleeping eyelids. He looked comfortable and peaceful. Whereas Deke always got up, got dressed, and then left, Liam always stayed in bed and slept for a few hours, or until the wee hours of the morning.

    Just as no one suspected that I was sleeping with Deke Marlow, no one suspected that I was sleeping with Liam McCellan, either.

    However, I was.

    I was sleeping with both these boys.

    I was officially a teenage slut.

    It didn’t matter that it was Liam who had taken my virginity; I was a slut by definition. For months, I’d relished our little secret. I had enjoyed their attentions. I had craved what they could do and have done to my body.

    Still, I couldn’t continue to do this.

    As I looked over at a sleeping Liam, I knew that I couldn’t continue with our arrangement any longer.

    Not when I was in love with Liam McCellan.

    Chapter 1

    Roselyn~

    I turned back towards the window and wondered for the millionth time how I was going to do this.

    We were only four months into the new school year, so I had roughly seven more months left in Sands Cove before our parents pushed us out into the real world to take our rightful places in life.

    Could I ignore how I felt about Liam for the rest of the school year? Especially, with Emerson being in a relationship with Ramsey? Ramsey, Deke, and Liam were best friends; they’d been their entire lives. There was no way that they’d stop hanging out together, no matter what I was feeling about my situation with Liam and Deke.

    I still didn’t know-Ramsey’s take on my relationship with his two best friends, but I knew that, no matter how much he loved Emerson, he’d never choose my side over theirs. Ramsey Reed, Deke Marlow, and Liam McCellan had an unbreakable bond, and Ramsey Reed wasn’t the type of guy who would let even Emerson break it. Instead, he’d bring Emerson into the fold and make her a part of their brotherhood.

    Of course, it was no secret that Ramsey’s…uh, love for Emerson bordered on maniacal, so I doubt Deke, Liam, or Emerson would ever put Ramsey in a position to where he’d have to choose between any of them.

    I closed my eyes and seriously contemplated searching some internet blogs on ideas of how to end a threesome that’s been going on for almost a year already. I opened my eyes as I dropped my forehead against the cool window.

    I had never started out to have this kind of relationship. In all the years since I’d hit puberty, I never imagined that I’d find myself having sex with two boys, often at the same time. I’d had the same romantic notions as most every other teenage girl on the planet. I was going to find a boy who adored me, and we’d fall in love, get married, have children, then live happily-ever-after.

    Nowhere-nowhere-in that scenario had there been thoughts of finding two boys who adored me, then we’d all fall in love. Now, granted, I wasn’t in love with Deke, just Liam. While Deke was hot as sin with a mesmerizing face and a fantastic body, he stirred no emotions in me other than lust. It was crazy, uncontrollable, heated lust, but still just lust, nonetheless.

    Unfortunately, I wasn’t delusional enough to believe that Liam would ever love me back. Much like Deke, I knew that he liked me, considered me a friend, and might even care about me a little, but love? How could any guy fall in love with a girl who he shared with his best friend? I’d also never asked either of them what they’d been thinking when they had started this.

    A part of me was afraid to ask because I was certain the answer was something cold and cruel. Like, perhaps it had been a bet, or a dare, or maybe they simply had thought I was a tramp and had just gone for it.

    The other part of me that kept me from asking was that I didn’t want to be that girl. I didn’t want to create drama where there wasn’t any by asking touchy-feely questions of two guys who didn’t do drama. Liam and Deke could have any girl that they wanted, so they sure as hell didn’t need to humor one that was spiraling down an emotional abyss.

    It was easy to remember the night that they had come into my room like it was yesterday. Brandon-better known as Asshat-had been having one of his outrageous parties, and knowing that I hadn’t been welcomed, I had stayed up in my room, hidden away from the people that he had deemed me not good enough to hang out with.

    I’d been lying in my bed, losing my mind on Pinterest, when I had heard the door to my bedroom creak open. Sitting up, I had watched in wary fascination as Liam McCellan and Deke Marlow had entered my room. Before each boy had entered my bedroom, I had never spoken to them before, and I’d been living in Sands Cove since my freshman year of high school.

    I could remember asking them what they wanted, and them muttering some shit about looking for Brandon. Without bothering to wait for an invitation, they had both made themselves at home on my bed. They’d also had bottles of liquor with them.

    I could remember the casual chitchat. I could remember one shot, then two. I could remember more than two shots, and then even more after those. I could remember being hypnotized by Liam’s blue eyes and fascinated by Deke’s green ones. I could remember the first touch of Liam’s fingertips against my collarbone. I’d been wearing a white tank-top with a pair of jean cutoffs, and looking back, the outfit hadn’t been protection enough against the heat from their first touches to their last. I could remember feeling euphoric when Deke’s hands had joined Liam’s in touching my skin.

    I still got goosebumps at the memory.

    Hearing the rustling on the bed, I continued to gaze out at whatever the moon was allowing to shine through the darkness. Either Liam would be getting up to get dressed and leave, or else he was just in a restless sleep.

    I never questioned why he stayed, and I never questioned why Deke always left. The arrangement that we had didn’t make room for questions or expectations. When we had agreed to continue this as a threesome, the only stipulation that we had placed on ourselves had been monogamy within the group. I always believed that they had included that stipulation as a way to lessen my guilt and shame. What they were doing with me was sordid, but had they continued to sleep with other girls, then things would have become sleazy and uncomfortable.

    Sure, they flirted with other girls a lot, and they didn’t shower me with any special treatment, but Liam once told me that was because they didn’t want me getting any grief if the truth ever came out. By them flirting with other girls, no one would ever suspect what was really going on. I had even helped them along by making up stories about boys that I ‘messed’ with from neighboring towns.

    It felt surreal to know that we’d manage to keep this arrangement up for almost a year now with no expectations. Again, I didn’t want to be that girl. You know, the girl who promises that she knows the score, but then starts acting like a tool because she ended up developing feelings after she promised that she wouldn’t?

    Yeah, that girl.

    I had even joked with Emerson once about what fun being a slut would be.

    I almost let out a moan as I felt the heat from Liam’s body blanket my entire back. Liam was a couple of inches over six-foot, and since I was only spanning about five-foot-three-inches, Liam towered over me. It felt both intimidating and sensual.

    One of my biggest weaknesses was the differences between men and women. I loved how where men were hard, women were soft. I loved how where men were warriors, women were nurturers. I loved how where men were brute force, women were quiet strength. I was all for women’s equal rights, but I believed that men and women were created differently so that, together, they could compliment those differences.

    I felt Liam’s warm breath against the shell of my right ear. Whatcha doing, baby?

    Having an emotional goddamn breakdown.

    Of course, I didn’t say that though.

    I stuck to the script. I played the role that I had volunteered for. I couldn’t sleep, I replied, then immediately felt stupid.

    Liam let out a low whistle. That doesn’t say much for me and Deke if you’re not exhausted, Roz, he chuckled. I bit my lip because he was wrong. They had exhausted me, but my mind was so wound up with girl issues that I couldn’t fall asleep next to him like I usually did.

    My problem was that his casual references to Deke were starting to hurt. I was legit in love with Liam, and his off-the-cuff dismissals of what we did with Deke were constant reminders that this was just a sexual arrangement for him.

    Liam placed his hands on my hips, then slid them upwards underneath the t-shirt that I was wearing. He cupped my breasts as he placed kisses on the side of my neck. It was hard to think when I was just near Liam, so when he was touching me, I went super simpleton status. I…mmm…I just have a lot on…on my mind, I said, my voice rough, my body shivering.

    He kept kneading my left breast with his left hand as his right hand slid down over my stomach, then in between my legs. My head dropped back to rest on his shoulder as I shamelessly widened my stance to let his fingers in. I wasn’t wearing any panties because there hadn’t seemed a point to putting them on. I had learned early on that clothes were pointless when Deke and/or Liam were over. The only reason that I had put a shirt on was because I wasn’t going to stand naked in front of the window.

    Did Deke leave? he asked, already knowing the answer. Deke didn’t always leave right after sex. He always left right after Liam fell asleep. He acted like Liam falling asleep was the equivalent to the police knocking on the door to bust up the party. As if, once Liam was asleep, fun time was over.

    I closed my eyes, already ready to give over to the sensations despite my earlier convictions. He left a few minutes ago. You…you haven’t been asleep long, I answered.

    Liam’s fingers slid through my soaked pussy lips, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips when two of his fingers dipped into my tender channel. As much as Deke brought to the bedroom, this was what I craved these days.

    Liam’s touch

    Only his touch.

    Too bad tonight would be the last time that I would feel those touches.

    Chapter 2

    Liam~

    I knew that I just spent the last couple of hours tasting and worshipping Roselyn, but it still hadn’t been enough.

    It was never enough where she was concerned.

    My appetite for Roselyn couldn’t be satisfied. No matter how many times I took her, and no matter in what way, I was always almost immediately hard for her again within minutes.

    Deke’s often suggested that it was because she’d been the first and only virgin that I’d ever bedded, but I believed that it was more than that. While Deke might have a point about how her blood on my cock that first night might have triggered something in me, I knew that it was just Roselyn, herself, that did it for me.

    Mmm…Liam, she murmured.

    I worked my fingers deeper into her pussy as my kisses turned into bites. I can feel you still dripping with my cum, baby, I whispered against her skin. Roselyn loved dirty talk; the filthier, the better.

    She pushed her ass back against my groin. I know…

    When I saw her

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