Fighting For Dylan (Worth The Fight Book 4)

by Abby Knox

  Time and time again she’s told me not to worry about how hard I squeeze her when I give her one of my big bear hugs, but I always hold back.

  When she first told me about her chronic pain, I googled her condition and read everything I could find about it, and talked to several other women about it. My mom surprised me by telling me that several of her friends suffer from it, and that, back in the day, most of them struggled to find doctors who would take them seriously when they complained about pain.

  Everything I learned shocked me and made me angry that so little was known about it. Shittiest of all was the fact that women have to struggle to be heard when it came to treating their pain.

  I’m a big, powerful guy. I don’t have a lot of skills other than teaching and fighting. And that is why I’m going to use one of my skills to prove to Dylan how much she means to me and how much I respect her. It’s all part of the reason I joined MMA. I told her it was just a hobby, but it’s more than that. If everything goes as planned, my other secret will come out naturally.

  It’s not so much a secret as a project. Sort of a present for her 30th birthday. That’s part of the reason I tried my hand at the backyard brawl. If Teddy won’t put me in a real fight, I’ll have to go another route.

  Being aware of Dylan’s chronic pain, I let her take the lead when we’re making out. Not that I would ever force myself on anyone—I ain’t no animal—it’s just another reason to be cautious when it comes to hugging and touching. It makes me want to wrap her in bubble wrap and protect her from the world, though I know she would not want that.

  Dylan moves her hands to the back of my neck, sending pleasant chills down my back. “Kiss me harder, Grizz.”

  “How’s your pain level today, D?”

  She assures me she’s fine. “Don’t you hold out on me because you’re worried you might hurt me. I’m not a porcelain doll, OK? The only thing that can hurt me today is you not kissing me some more. Harder. Like this.”

  Dylan is a force to be reckoned with. Her lips are fierce against mine. Her mouth tastes like everything good in life that I didn’t know I needed. Like the first time I tasted watermelon on a hot summer day as a child. Her small hands grip my face tightly and her kiss urges me to take things to the next level.

  My lips trace kisses down her throat from her jaw to collarbone. “I love the way you taste, sweetheart,” I breathe against her neck.

  Her little moans and sighs make me want to rip her nursing scrubs into shreds, but I’ll control myself. I could let her kiss me like this all night if that’s what she wants.

  She is small but strong—just one of the things that turn me on about her. Dylan pushes me against the wall and, keeping her eyes locked on mine, swipes her pretty pink tongue across her lips. I can’t imagine what she’s about to do. A moan escapes me when she presses her mouth against my sternum, then blazes a trail of kisses to my right nipple, which she takes into her mouth. Her other hand teases my other nipple, her thumb grazing against the small hard pebble that reacts to her touch. Her fingers roam my chest in a way that’s almost too gentle. I cover her hand with mine and press her palm harder against my chest. “You can bite it if you want,” I say.

  Through her lashes, she peeks up at me and gives me a wicked little grin before her teeth nip at me, creating a gorgeous sting that radiates over my skin.

  “Ungh.” I exhale in an unintelligible groan. “Dylan…”

  She stops and takes a step back. To my surprise and delight, she peels off her top and casts aside her bra. It’s not lost on me that I’m viewing her perfect, soft breasts for the first time. I’ve imagined them in my dreams. I’ve taken care of my horny business with one hand on my cock, only imagining what her tits look like. And now they’re right in front of me, and even better than I imagined. Her round, full breasts jiggle when she leans over to peel off her scrub pants. Soon she’s almost bare to me.

  “Sorry, I’ve got on granny panties,” she says.

  “Never apologize to me for that, ever again. I don’t fuckin’ care if you’re wearing bloomers from the Middle Ages or whenever. You’re amazing, and nothing you wear would ever make me want you any less.”

  I see her shoulders shiver and I pull her in, wrapping her up in my beefy arms. “You cold? You must be.”

  She laughs. “No. You just always say things to me that are so nice it gives me shivers.”

  I place my hands on her ass and firmly lift her up. Once her feet leave the floor, she has no choice but to cling to me by wrapping her legs around me and gripping me with her thighs. After she does, my hands slide to the outside of her soft thighs and scoot her up higher, with little effort, until her legs are secure around my waist.

  My Dylan—my sexy, smart, nearly naked girlfriend Dylan—has her bare breasts pressed against my chest while our mouths claim each other in deep, wet, searching kisses, as I carefully walk us toward her bedroom.

  I sit down on the edge of the bed, keeping her wrapped around me so she’s straddling my lap. My cock throbs to get out of my kickboxing pants and delve inside the beauty that hides inside those grandma panties, or whatever she called them.

  Our kisses grow more urgent. I cup her breasts in my hands and squeeze. Dylan inhales sharply when my thumbs swipe over her nipples, back and forth, her hard buds tightening under my touch.

  Things are going much further, much faster than I had anticipated, and although a part of me loves it, another part of me worries that she’s not ready for me.

  Chapter Five

  Dylan

  My brain is doing the equivalent of pinching myself. Is this real?

  Boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. His name is Grizz. He teaches kickboxing, and he’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met.

  I hear myself saying it in my head, but I can scarcely believe it’s real. I’ve thought of it, wished for it. Did I somehow wish this into existence?

  Am I really sitting on his lap, touching him, feeling his hands on me, kissing him? Is this man with the bulging arms like steel beams, thighs like fuckin’ oak trees, really claiming me? I don’t think I’ll ever come to grips with the fact that he wants me.

  My hands travel across his chest when we pull away from the kiss to look at each other. In this intimate stare, Grizz’s eyes are hooded with lust. His expression compels me on to take what I want. Scooting back a few inches, I palm the massive bulge at the front of his pants. He sucks in a breath. His mouth claims me deeper, harder, but briefly.

  His hand clasps mine and he breaks away from the kiss again. “Sweets, things are gonna speed up mega fast if you touch me like that.”

  I have to close my eyes to feel my feelings about the fact that he just called me “Sweets.” I don’t think anyone has ever called me by a pet name, let alone one so perfect. It washes over me, giving me goose flesh in the best possible way.

  Grizz greedily pulls me back in toward his body so I’m fully cradled over his pelvis, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

  “I’m on birth control because the doctor thinks it’ll help with my pain management. So, you know, I’m fine to let whatever happens, happen.”

  “Dylan. It’s just that, tomorrow I’m gonna train real hard, and I don’t want to, er…,” he starts.

  I brush his hair from his eyes and watch him for a minute, then I finally understand.

  “Oh. You’re saying you don’t want to nut, because of training.”

  “I was gonna try to say it in a nicer way.”

  “Grizz.” I laugh. “Your girlfriend is a nurse, so no need to mince words about sex.”

  He chuckles low and kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine, all the way down to my toes.

  “It’s not just that. I kind of just want to go slow.”

  “Both of us sitting here nearly naked sends a different message,” I reply with a playful smirk.

  His mouth slides over mine again, this time delivering a tender, sweet kiss as he savors my lips slowly, like a dessert, first the top and
then the bottom lip.

  “I just mean, like, maybe for tonight, we can just, you know, fool around.” Grizz lifts my hand from his chiseled shoulder and weaves his fingers through mine. When he kisses each knuckle on that hand, it makes my hidden muscles clench between my thighs.

  I smile like a dorky schoolgirl who just received a note from her crush. “I like fooling around.”

  “Good,” he says before moving his lips down my neck to my breasts. His mouth on my nipples is so intense I immediately forget what we just said to each other and roll my hips, grinding my core against his hard length.

  The sound that vibrates from his chest starts out as a growl and becomes a groan, then becomes something unintelligible. “Faa-huck. You gotta stop grinding on me like that.”

  I breathe a laugh into his open mouth. “Then you gotta stop poking me with that peen.”

  He returns my laughter. “Fair enough.”

  Grizz tumbles us onto the bed so that we’re both lying down on our sides, facing each other. One of his hands still clasps mine while the fingers of his free hand stroke my hair.

  “You’re so beautiful. Inside and out, my Sweets.”

  I close my eyes again to absorb this feeling.

  “I like putting a smile on your face.”

  “You always do. Except when you’re being a dummy and letting yourself get beat up.”

  “Hey,” he says. “Speaking of which. Your birthday is coming up.”

  I giggle. “Earning non-sequitur boyfriend points early, I see.”

  “Your 30th, if I remember correctly.”

  I frown. “Reminding me of that fact will lose you whatever points you just earned.”

  “Why? You’re a hot-ass 30.”

  “Thank you, but that’s not the point. I don’t feel like such a hot-ass 30. My body feels like it’s conspiring against me.”

  His forehead kisses warm me down to my stomach, and all the nervous kicks and punches coming from the inside are long gone. He talks to me sweetly but seriously while he strokes of the pads of his fingers down my face.

  “Listen to me. You are beautiful, smart, caring, a good friend, and sexy as hell. I’ll do whatever I have to do to make you believe that.”

  I sigh at his kind words, but I know there’s nothing he can do to make me feel sexy. That’s a place I have to get to on my own. “I know you think that, but you can’t make me believe it.”

  Without another word, Grizz’s palm is on my lower tummy and slipping into the front of my undies, claiming my most sensitive region for himself. I gasp in surprise at his touch and then sigh as his fingers slide between my folds.

  “Oh. Uhm…”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  My eyes flutter closed. My heart does roundhouse kicks against my ribs. His thick fingers explore my wet center, sending delicious heat searing through every cell in my body. “No. Hell no. Don’t stop. Keep going.”

  That’s all the permission Grizz needs to rid me of my last stitch of clothing. Without missing a beat, he continues caressing my sensitive folds, finds my clit and swipes it gently. I whimper and dig my nails into his chest. He leans in close to my ear to ask my permission to taste me.

  I don’t want to hesitate, because god yes, do I want him to do that. But, I’m not sure how my body will react to it.

  “I’ve…nobody has ever…I mean…I’m not a virgin, but…”

  Grizz’s free hand pets my hair while he kisses me gently. His other hand, however, does not stop its exploration of my pussy, god bless it.

  “Sweets, now who’s hemming and hawing about sex? Not the nurse, right?”

  “OK, listen,” I finally spit out. “Nobody’s ever given me an orgasm before—besides me—and nobody’s ever given me oral. So you don’t have to…you know, try too hard to get me there. I mean, I can take care of that myself. It’s not a big deal.”

  I wait for his shocked reaction and prepare to have to explain things more, which I dread having to do.

  But none of that happens. Instead, Grizz’s blue eyes go dark, as if he’s never been so turned on, and he crushes a deep, wet kiss against my mouth. His lips mark a path of more kisses along my cheek, and whisper in my ear, “Then it’s time you let me take care of everything.”

  And oh shit, does he ever take care of everything.

  I don’t know what to expect. I brace myself by twisting my fists in the sheets while his lips draw a line of kisses from my mouth, down my neck, my tummy and finally coming to my center. Everything feels much softer than I had anticipated. His mouth, his breath, his low moans tenderly claim the most private part of my body. He licks, he tastes, much in the same way he kisses my mouth.

  I knew this was a thing that people did, but nobody had ever offered to do this for me before. I’m kicking myself for not asking for it. Still, as the fire builds in me with every swipe of Grizz’s tongue, I’m so grateful he’s the first. I know that other men I’ve been with—selfish men, unconcerned with my pleasure—would not have been as good, both because my feelings did not run as deep for those partners as they do for Grizz, but also because I didn’t know then what it was like to be cared for. I always put everyone else first.

  Grizz’s tongue leaves no part of me untasted, and yet he seems to only grow hungrier the longer he makes love to me with his mouth. I soon understand why.

  “I wish you could see this,” he rumbles breathlessly against my skin. “Your honey is dripping for me, Sweets. So beautiful.”

  His sweet words punch out all random thoughts about what has happened up until now. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never had this much pleasure before. It doesn’t matter that nobody ever tried to take such good care of me. All that matters is what’s happening now. One of the things I love about Grizz is his ability to live in the moment, and now, I finally feel free to join him. It’s just him and me. I close my eyes and I’m floating on an undulating sea in paradise.

  Grizz intensifies his attention by gently sucking my clit into his mouth. I gasp and shout his name, my hands turning white as I fist the sheets so hard I pull the fitted sheet from the top corners of the mattress. I rock my hips up without any thought; my body is making decisions for me now. His arms close around my hips in response, and he holds me tightly to him as he increases the pressure of his sucking, licking, devouring. The flames inside me build and build, pushing me closer and closer to a release.

  I think in the end, it’s the noises that shatter me. The slurping…I wasn’t expected the slurping. It’s so damn hot. It cranks up the intensity beyond anything I can handle, and finally I break. The soft waves I’d been riding on build into a crashing surf, and I’m helplessly, happily swept into oblivion as the spasms of pleasure rip through me. I feel like I’m falling, screaming as I go, but without the panic and dread that I’m going to feel an impact at the bottom.

  Grizz continues his enthusiastic feast of me, far beyond what I would have thought any person would enjoy. My hands want to go down and pull him away, but I hold back. His tongue fucks me through all of my aftershocks. Finally the sensation is too much. My body has had too much.

  “Grizz,” I rasp, my aching fingers finally letting go of the sheets.

  He seems already to know what’s happening. He wraps me in his big arms and kisses my mouth, sharing my taste with me. The sight and feel of his glistening face sends another wave of trembling through me.

  “You OK?”

  I nod. “I’m just overwhelmed, I think. I still can’t believe this is happening.”

  “So much for taking it slow. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

  “What about you?” I ask, not quite sure if I could even summon the strength to return the favor.

  Grizz gives me a squeeze. “Don’t worry about me. It’s late. You have to go to work early tomorrow. Let’s just go to sleep.”

  I couldn’t protest any further if I wanted to. His arms are locked around my middle as if he’s duty bound to hold me while I sleep.

>   Surprisingly, my mind calms down and I drift off to sleep under Grizz’s watchful gaze.

  Chapter Six

  Grizz

  It’s hard to know how to take care of Dylan sometimes. It’s going to take some time to navigate. This is all new, and I’m sure we’ll figure it out as we go.

  For example, she’s hesitant to eat breakfast in front of me without finding something for me to eat. Finally, I assure her that my intermittent fasting precludes me from eating breakfast anyway. Eventually, she relaxes and lets me be happy in watching her demolish the breakfast of turkey bacon, eggs and fruit I’ve scrounged together from the contents of her fridge. Later, I hold the door open to my truck for her and hold her hand while she climbs in. When I try to help her buckle her seat belt, she waves me off because she thinks I’m being overprotective of her.

  “I don’t need you to be Prince Charming, OK? I didn’t become helpless the second we started fooling around.” What she doesn’t get is, this is the way I’ve always wanted to treat her, but she’s so self sufficient I wouldn’t dream of it.

  The discussion with Dylan on the way to the MMA gym is almost surreal in its frankness. No way would any other woman bring up sexual technique in the car with such directness.

  “All I’m saying is, next time, be a little rougher.”

  “Dylan.”

  “Grizz,” she throws back, playfully mocking my deep tone of voice. She exaggerates a bit. I don’t actually sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger. “I mean it. You know how you say we won’t do each other any good when we’re sparring if we avoid kicks to the stomach? Well, last night was amazing. Beautiful. Better than I thought possible. But I know you wanted to go harder. Kiss me harder. I know you were holding back. When we actually do the deed, I want you to, like, pin me down and shit.”