Awakened (The Fighter Series Book 3) Page 6

  His jaw ticks, but not in an angry way. “You were going to explain why you only give me glimpses.” His voice is low and gravelly.

  “Because I’m scared,” I admit.

  “Of what?”

  “Hurt.”

  He studies me, not saying a word, like he’s trying to decipher the right thing to say.

  “My heart has been broken, and the same person who broke it now controls a lot of what I do. Then you come along and you scare me. My own husband played me and I feel like I’m looking into the eyes of another one. I feel you’re only wanting one thing.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” he asks straightforward.

  I rock back on my heel. “I don’t know how to answer that. Flattered that a man like you is interested in me. Pissed but relieved because you don’t care to invest further in me. Scared that…” I trail off shaking my head.

  “You’ll like it?”

  “Yeah,” I exhale, defeated, trying to hold back my raw emotions.

  “Then reap the benefits of liking it,” he states.

  I peer back up to him. Something flashes behind his eyes—a realization.

  “He was your only one?” His question is more of a statement.

  I nod, embarrassed. “I started dating him when I was seventeen, married at nineteen, and separated last year. I don’t know any different.”

  His throat vibrates with a soft groan. “Do you still have feelings for him?”

  I huff a small laugh. “Yeah. Hatred.”

  “Then let loose, Kelsie. Explore what the world has to offer you. Take chances. Enjoy risks. Sometimes those are the best.”

  I glance down at my feet.

  He grabs my hands and wraps them around his neck. “Let me show you.”

  His brown eyes are laden with an ardent appetite. He drags his hand from my nape, down between my shoulder blades, and pulls me into him by my lower back.

  “You said you dreamt of me,” he whispers huskily against my ear. “What were we doing?”

  I nervously draw circles at the edge of his hair line at the back of his neck. My cheeks are on fire showing off just how inexperienced I am.

  He smiles subtly. “I’m going to work on that.”

  “What?”

  “Your confidence.”

  “I’ve just never—”

  “Try,” he interrupts. “Tell me one thing we were doing.” His voice is thick and seductive, arousing me to my core. “Give me one little detail,” he adds.

  I swallow. “Kissing.”

  His lips brush against mine, but he pulls back. “Like that?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Show me how,” he whispers against my lips.

  And I do. I pull him to me and kiss him hard. Our tongues tangle. My breath hitches, and a shattering heat scatters across my skin. Then, I snap and lose myself, frantically dragging my hands all over his hard body. He pulls my hips into him and I melt.

  He grips my thighs, hoisting me into his arms. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “End of the hall,” I pant nipping on his bottom lip.

  He lays me on the bed, eating me alive with his lusty stare. Slowly, he leans over and continues our kiss, right where we left off, pushing my legs apart and settling in between them.

  My body is shaking—nerves ricocheting off every ending. With every slight touch, my muscles react, tensing and then thirsting for more. He lifts my shirt and grazes his fingertips over my stomach, drawing little circles as he releases my lips and nudges my cheek to give him my neck.

  He bites softly on my sensitive skin, jarring me with an intense want. But just as soon as it starts, he stops, pulling me up. Our eyes are locked as he pulls my shirt over my head and with one hand, unfastens my bra.

  His lips brush against mine only to gently push my back to the bed. He cups my breasts and squeezes, sucking a nipple into his mouth. My body all but bucks underneath him. Listening to my reaction, he flicks his tongue across my hard nipple again, warranting him the same response.

  He unbuttons my jeans and slides his hand under my panty line, cupping the slick heat between my legs. “I love knowing all this is from me.” His voice is husky, drenched in stimulation.

  My heart capers, jumping into my throat as he stands, releases his button, and lowers his zipper. His eyes are secured on me as he steps out of his pants and boxers, showing off a massive hard-on. He tugs my pants from my legs and then pulls his shirt over his head.

  I’m in awe at the beautiful display. I’ve never seen such a perfectly sculpted creature. His chest is tightly cut with a tattoo on the right side, wrapping around his shoulder and halfway down his arm. His abs are smooth and his torso etches out the drooling V.

  “Like what you see?” he asks, gripping his dick and sliding it in his hand.

  My eyes snap to his, nervous as hell and unsure what to say. I nod.

  One corner of his lips pull tightly and he grips my thigh, dragging his hand heavily toward my hip, pushing my leg to the side. He grazes my clit with his thumb and my hips jerk off the bed.

  His eyes are dark and sexually crazed. “Nodding isn’t an answer. I asked if you like what you see?” he growls.

  I nod again but this time, I force out the words. “I do.”

  He pushes my other leg to the side and smiles at the sight. Self-consciously, my knees begin to fall together. His brows furrow. He makes another quick graze across my clit, and my hips jerk again.

  “Don’t hide it. You’re gorgeous, Kelsie,” he says stroking his dick.

  He lowers and kisses the sides of my legs with enough pressure to make me writhe with the sensations. He feathers kisses at my apex and then drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit and flicks. As my pelvis pushes forward, he inserts his fingers into me.

  I gasp.

  Sucking and flicking my clit, he presses into me deeply. My orgasm is approaching very quickly. I grip the sheets as my body becomes rigid and I arch my back. Just as I’m about to fall off the deep end, his magnificent touch disappears and he drags his tongue up my stomach, between my breasts, and to my neck leaving me with a wicked ache for more.

  He grasps my face and kisses me hard, stealing my breath. Releasing, he leans back and rips open a condom, slides it on and then lowers himself back to me. His eyes are fixed onto me as he places his dick to my entrance and nudges in slowly.

  My eyes roll as he fills me. Sensations buzz through me. Wanting…needing more becomes a frantic urge. I drag my fingers through his hair and pull him into my mouth. He rocks into me, pressing deeply and keeping his mouth to mine.

  “Oh,” I moan, pulling my mouth away from his.

  He lifts my legs to my chest, holding them as he plunges into me. Again, my orgasm begins to approach.

  “Not yet,” he demands slamming into me.

  “I-I,” I gasp shaking my head. Hot prickles disperse and radiate from within me.

  He pulls out, only leaving the tip inside. “Your pussy’s throbbing for me. How badly do you want it, Kelsie?”

  I bite my lip.

  “Talk to me,” he says while lowering into me until he’s buried.

  I suck in air and clench his hips, writhing under him.

  “Sit still until you answer me.”

  I open my eyes to a malicious smile. “Badly,” I choke out.

  He gyrates his hips then thrusts again. “Your pussy feels amazing wrapped around me.”

  He slams into me again and then moves, pulling me up onto his lap. He snakes his hand up my back, grabs my hair, and pulls. My face is to the ceiling, my breasts in his face, bouncing with every move.

  My orgasm takes over my body. Scorching sensations buzz from my head to my toes, unleashing a rush of euphoria. I dig my nails into his shoulders and cry out. He pushes, throwing me back on the bed, and surges into me. His thrusts are forceful…more urgent.

  Every muscles in my body screams as a violent pleasure rips through me. I’m arched—one hand gripping the sheets, the o
ther clawing at his back.

  “Fuck,” he roars, pounding into me and releasing himself. “Fuck,” he groans again, shuddering.

  As he drops to my side, he rests his arm across my stomach, breathing heavily. I wipe my sweat-drenched hair that’s stuck to my face and stare at the ceiling, utterly satisfied and in awe at how wonderful it all felt. My heart is at a wild speed. Our breaths are ragged and short.

  Oh my God, I’ve never…

  That was…

  Chapter 8

  Fucking hell that was incredible. She fit perfectly around my dick. Craved all of it. Her body responded to every touch, every thrust. I listened as I watched, making sure to give her what she silently pleaded for. Her skin flushed, beading with sweat and when she came…it was a glorious sight.

  She came hard and fierce, losing herself without a worry in her mind. She fell deeply into her own little paradise because of me…And this made me smile.

  I watched as her breath slowed, evening out as her sweat dried. I hated waking her up, but unfortunately I had to go. She slept peacefully for thirty minutes, drained from the pleasure I gave her. And as I had to leave, her hazel irises silently pleaded for me not to, full of doubt and hurt. She sure as hell didn’t know how to act. She was timid, brittle, and quiet. Even though she grinned when I told her I wanted more, I know she doesn’t believe me. She’ll see. Something that amazing—I’ll definitely want more.

  I pull into Roxy’s driveway and before I can make it to the door, she’s already opening it to greet me.

  “Hey, sexy,” she hums.

  Her large tits sit high in her tight ass pink tank top, perky and always aching for my touch. She’s wearing a black mini-skirt for easy access, of course, and red fuck-me heels. After years of practice with each other, she knows exactly how I enjoy things and has her bleached blonde hair pulled tightly into a ponytail.

  “Sorry I’m late,” I say.

  She slides her pointer finger across my chest and rakes her teeth along her bottom lip. “You’re worth the wait. Now, where can we start?” Grabbing my shirt and tugging me into the house, she slides her hands under the fabric, gliding them over my abs and up my chest.

  “I can’t.” I push her hands down and away.

  They’re words I’ve never spoken to her.

  Bet you didn’t see that one coming. Don’t be so quick to judge me.

  Her face falls. “What do you mean, you can’t?”

  “Exactly what it means, Roxy.”

  She drops her hands to her sides and cocks her head. “You’re telling me no?”

  “Roxy, don’t ask me questions. I’m sure your assumptions are right. And as much as I’d love for you to work your magic, I’m passing this go around.”

  “You wear a rubber?” She pulls at my pants.

  “I did.”

  Realization dilates her pupils. “New girl, huh?” She stretches and licks my jawline. “After you’re done with my brakes, we’ll shower to wash her off you and replace it with me.”

  I inhale annoyed. “Where are your keys?”

  Disappointment obscures her pretty brown eyes and she drops her hands back to her sides. “Over there.” She nods toward the table and then ambles away toward her bedroom.

  Brakes never take long. They just make a mess. The entire time I was working on her car, my mind was working twice as hard trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Here’s the thing with me. I’m down with several girls in one day just as long as I shower and clean up in between them, but after Kelsie today, I’m satisfied. And although Roxy is one hell of a fun fuck, I don’t have the urge for her.

  Finished, I grab the rag and head back into her house to wash up. She’s on the couch with her tank top pulled over her tits, legs spread open, and skirt hiked up while driving into herself with a dildo.

  Fucking hell…

  I keep my eyes on her as I go to the kitchen, watching the erotic show she’s putting on for me. She slides the glass dick in and out, moaning each time she presses in. With her other hand, she grips and squeezes her tit, pinching her nipple. Her mouth is parted and juts as she hits her rock bottom.

  Her wickedly sexy eyes are set on me. “Still going to tell me no?”

  She glides it back in and sighs.

  I smirk. “Not playing fair.”

  She bites her bottom lip. “What’s the fun in that?”

  She continues to fuck herself, rubbing down her body and finally resting at her clit. Hastily, she begins circling it with her middle finger and drops her head back moaning. She drives the fake dick into her thrusting hips and scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip. Her hips gyrate, circling, and pushing against her own doings. Her nipples are hard, begging to be nibbled on.

  I watch her for a few minutes, and before too long, her body begins to bow. Her eyes glare at me as part of her bottom lip is still trapped between her teeth.

  “I want you in me,” she groans.

  I don’t say a damn word.

  And then it hits her and she comes hard. Her speed picks up and she jams the glass dick into her while her hips push back. She grips the couch and moans my name.

  It’s not until she comes down from her solo ride that I finally speak. “Just like you, your car is done.”

  Her head jerks up and a new kind of pissed splays over her face. I head out the door before any other words can be spoken.

  I can’t tell you why I’m walking away from her. It’s as if an unseen force has me by the ear, leading me in the opposite direction. Any other day, I wouldn’t have fought the battle. I would’ve had my merry way, getting my “fix” and allowing her to fuck me…the real thing. But today, I hold no interest.

  You got all pissed off thinking something was about to go down, didn’t you? I felt the heat from your eyes scorching my neck. Levi warned me about this. Don’t compare me. You’re just getting to know me.

  Of course, she’s blowing up my phone while I drive home. I’ve sent each one to voice mail allowing it to take care of the unwanted. I already know she’s going to give me a hard time, and frankly, I don’t give a damn to hear it.

  Eleven phone calls and six voice mails later, my phone finally silences just as I walk into my house. I empty my pockets on the island, drop my phone on top of the pile, and head to the shower.

  Water pounds my shoulders and then weaves its way to the shower floor as I step in. I rest my hands against the wall and turn my face up to the water.

  Kelsie. She’s the most direct image I see. The very person I can’t get off my mind. I can’t figure it out. I prefer to have different girls on different nights with nothing tying me down. I like fun, adventurous, and very spontaneous. But I’m bemused why Kelsie continues to rest on my mind so often, controlling it without even knowing her for very long.

  For fuck’s sake—Why the hell did I just walk away from a guaranteed spectacular fuck?

  I stood in the shower for what felt like a splendid eternity until the water started cooling off and I had no other choice but to get out. I’ve dressed and now am rummaging through the kitchen for food. I’ve worked up a hell of an appetite.

  Greek salad for the win! Don’t let me fool you. I’m not a huge healthy eater. I’m not a big health nut. I love to eat. It was already prepared—just the quickest and easiest food choice.

  My phone hums, vibrating on the counter and I sigh reaching for it, fully expecting the twentieth text from Roxy.

  I grin.

  Kelsie: I’m sorry if I made things awkward earlier. I didn’t know what to say.

  Me: You didn’t. You were perfect.

  Kelsie: :)

  I look down at my salad then back at her smiley face.

  Me: Would you like to get something to eat?

  Kelsie: I just ate, but thank you.

  Weirdness. I hate how it makes my skin itch.

  Me: When can I see you again?

  What the hell did my thumbs and brain just concoct and type?

  Kelsie: My week is pr
etty busy. Weekend?

  Me: Don’t make me beg.

  Kelsie: Tuesday?

  Me: Sounds good.

  I beam at my victory and continue to dig in to my salad. But a few bites later and my phone rings.

  “What’s up?” I answer with a mouthful.

  “What’s up, dickwad?” Levi says. “Cory just called. Fight’s been moved a few weeks earlier. Not a big deal, but I need to get back to training hard.”

  “When do I need to get there?” I ask and then take a swallow of my beer.

  “You good with two weekends from now?”

  “Works for me. What’s the plan after that? Every weekend? Every other?”

  I’ve helped Levi since before he started in the game. He pays me well to help keep him and his sponsors happy. I’m not a mixed martial arts pro like he is, but I do get in there and help him train any way he needs me. There isn’t a better feeling in the world than working for a man I consider my brother.

  “Every other for now, unless you miss me that much and need to stay around.”

  I laugh. “Life’s quiet without you.”

  “I make life exciting,” he boasts.

  “That you do. Every other will work for now,” I answer.

  “What’s her name?” he asks with a chuckle.

  “What makes you think there’s a girl?”

  “Dude, how long have we known each other?”

  I pause before answering, trying to find the right way to say anything. Mushy, sentimental, emotional talks aren’t really our strong suit. “We’ll see where it goes before I start blabbering details.

  “What’s with you settling for a single?” he asks.

  I shake my head and shrug even though I know he can’t see me. “No idea.”

  “Alright,” he says ending the conversation. “I’ll see you in two weeks. Good luck with her.”

  Life with Levi can be very impromptu. Traveling town to town, training in different spots, and fighting in different rings against unique fighters. We’ve never been in one spot for long. Before Paige, Levi’s girlfriend, came into the picture, he and I partied a lot even though he doesn’t drink. That’s never stopped us from having a good time.