Fighting For Dylan (Worth The Fight Book 4)

by Abby Knox

  “Get back in the octagon, big man.”

  “Dylan,” I say, turning around to cup her face. “I’ve been thinking about the things I want to do to you for weeks on end. You better stop touching me like that or I’m gonna—”

  “Punish me right here in the arena? I accept.”

  “You don’t want that.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Baby, I love you but if you really want me to have free rein, I’m going to fuck you through the floor of that octagon.”

  “Grizz, you better.”

  Fuck, this woman.

  I look around, just to make sure we’re alone, and she reads my mind.

  “It’s OK. Everybody left. Security will be back in an hour to lock up. It’s my little birthday present to me; Maria helped me arrange it.”

  My chest is full to bursting, I love this woman so much. There’s nothing left to do but toss her over my shoulder and haul her up into the octagon. Once we’re inside, I back her up against the cage and tell her to hang on tight.

  Our mouths and our bodies fuse together as I press her against the fencing. With one arm, I wrench her hips into me, while the other gets its fill of her soft skin, her muscular angles, her welcoming curves. My hands have missed this so much. Her leg wraps around me, and I can feel the supple skin on the insides of her thighs and the heat from her core.

  Groaning out my need for her, my hand rucks up the hem of her dress. What I find underneath is…nothing.

  Dylan purrs into my mouth. “No granny panties tonight.”

  “No panties at all,” I say, hiking up her leg and pressing my thigh against her folds. “You’ve been getting yourself ready for me?”

  “Yes,” she gasps. “I’ve been thinking about your salty, sweaty body since the match began.”

  She leans toward me and licks the sweat that’s still clinging to my chest even thought I’ve just showered. The sight of it is more than I can take.

  “Babe, I need you right now,” I whisper.

  She nods and bites her bottom lip, already swollen from kissing so hard. I keep hold of her with one hand while I tug at my shorts. I don’t even have time to let them fall all the way to the floor before I have to get my cock inside her.

  I haven’t had enough time to stretch her out for me, but when I notch the head of my cock against her opening, she grips me so hard with her legs that I slide the tip in deeper, sooner than I had planned.

  She whimpers and her entire body stiffens around me.

  Shit, I think. She’s not ready. I fucked up.

  I pause, and I wait for her. I’ll spend eternity waiting for her if I have to.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dylan

  “Just dick me already,” I croak.

  I’m not letting my own body betray me just because he’s so big, or because it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. This is my man, and this is happening. I breathe and relax.

  “All the way in, baby. Come on, it’s my birthday.”

  Grizz has already begun to sweat with the anticipation.

  “Technically, your birthday’s next week.”

  “Shut up,” I whisper with a smirk.

  He’s gonna ruin this dress, and I’m fine with that. I’m usually such an overcautious person, and I have to let go at some point.

  My legs are strong, but they’re no match for him. Still, it’s enough to convince him to bury himself inside me all the way to the hilt when I use my thighs like a vise and pull him in as hard as I can. His eyes widen when he sees the strain and determination on my face.

  “Shit, girl. Yes,” he rattles out, ramming me against the cage.

  When he’s fully inside me, it’s the fullest, most exhilarating thing I’ve ever felt.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His whispers against my throat are strained. “Oh god, you feel so good and so fuckin’ wet for me.”

  Grizz draws himself out thrusts into me again. Hard. Deep. All the while he devours my neck, my chest, with his mouth. But I can tell he’s holding back.

  “Harder.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The sharp angles in the muscles of his chest ripple with his efforts. He holds me like I weigh nothing. Everything feels so good I could float away. But I can see the strain on his face—the rippling jaw, the clenched teeth. He’s holding back.

  “Fuck, yes. Harder, baby. Deeper,” I say.

  “You want it deeper? Harder?”

  I nod and dig my nails into his rigid chest. He hisses in response and covers my mouth in a nearly back-breaking kiss.

  “It’s gonna hurt your back if I keep you pinned against the cage. I’m gonna turn you around.”

  “Do what you gotta do, just don’t stop, Grizz.” I say, my legs letting go of his waist and my feet hitting the floor.

  My body thrills at Grizz whipping me around, my hair in his fist and his gravelly, alpha voice commanding me to grab on to the chain link cage. A surge of heat lights up my whole body. My legs tremble.

  His thickness fills me from behind, slowly at first, and I think he’s still holding back. But no, the intensity of his thrusts only builds and builds, as does the volumes of his masculine grunts and groans. It’s rough and bone-rattling and could go down as the best sex of my life.

  Turns out, Grizz can pump for much longer than I thought any man could, so long in fact that my body is starting to scream for release. My fingers let go of the cage to reach down between my thighs to touch myself while Grizz pounds into me, but that turns out to be a mistake. I should have realized, I really do need to hang on tight with both hands. My other hand slips, and my already shaky knees give out and I start to fall forward. Fortunately, the man behind me is built like a brick shithouse, and he’s got me. He breaks my fall when we land together on the floor of the octagon.

  I can’t help but let a small burst of laughter escape, but Grizz, to my pleasant surprise, is not having it.

  “On your knees. And don’t even think about touching yourself. That’s my job.”

  My head nearly explodes thinking that my pussy has somehow turned this gentle giant into a fucking alpha. This is the kind of alpha I need in my life. Alpha when it counts. Did I turn him into one or did he simply feel free to let it all out because of my demands? Either answer is acceptable to me and the possibilities light fresh sparks of pleasure inside me.

  His fingers are still threaded in my hair as my cheek rests on the mat. My ass is high in the air, and my legs are parted wide to accommodate this man. His other hand clamps my wrists together over my head. The fact that he’s so tall he can do this and still take my pussy so hard from behind is a true blessing. His hand tightens in my hair with every thrust.

  “Are you gonna behave and leave yourself alone?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Do you need a spanking?”

  To answer his question, I clamp down as hard as I can around his shaft.

  Grizz goes non-verbal, letting out something between a growl and a groan before letting go of my wrists and smacking my ass cheek. Nice and hard. I swear to god, I never in a million years believed, after everything I’ve been through, that such a thing would turn me on. But with the man I trust—the man I love—a good hard spank makes me squirt. He feels it. I feel it.

  “Ungh,” he rumbles against the nape of my neck. “You’re unbelievable, baby.”

  His other hand lets go of my hair, and holds me by my breast while his other hand reaches around to tease my clit.

  My aching, throbbing clit has been somewhat neglected throughout this feverish fucking, and she is swollen and ready for some attention. A single swipe of his large fingers nearly sends me over the cliff. I release a loud moan on an exhale.

  Grizz continues teasing, swiping, massaging and pinching of one nipple, as well as my clit, all the while thrusting beyond what I could have imagined. It goes on and on until we’re both sweating, panting, and totally unaware of our surroundings.

  When he finally pushes us both ove
r the edge into screaming orgasms, I completely forget who I am, where I am. He could be splitting me in two and I would die a happy woman.

  My body seizes around his rod, milking out every pulse of cum. Just the thought of being covered on the outside by our sweat and his cum on the inside sends more shocks of pleasure through me.

  There can be no other man for me but him. Nobody else could ever do these things to me and make me feel safe, relaxed, and cared for.

  We push, pull and squeeze every last bit of strength from each other until we both collapse on the floor of the ring.

  I’m so damn happy that before I know what’s happening to my body, a rumble erupts in my chest and my eyes are leaking. I’m crying.

  “Shit,” I say, unable to stop the tears.

  “Sweets,” he murmurs.

  Grizz cradles me in his arms and pulls me to him in a sweet, sensuous kiss, his contented sighs sending fresh waves of electricity across my skin.

  “It’s OK,” he says. “We don’t ever have to come back here if you don’t want to. And if you want me to give it up, I will.”

  I wait a few beats until I’ve caught my breath before I respond. I sniffle and try to stifle the inexplicable sobs. “Grizz, I don’t want you to give up anything if it means something to you. I don’t want you to worry too much about this. I can handle it. I can handle anything as long as I know you’re coming home to me. Being without you the past few weeks has made me realize that my stress only gets worse when you’re not around. When you’re with me, it’s better. That’s all I know.”

  Grizz’s gentle hands smooth my dress back down around me, and the next thing I know, he’s carrying me out of the octagon.

  “We don’t have to talk about this now,” he says. “There’s no hurry.”

  I smile and pet his hair while we make our way past the rows of seats, following the lights over the exit signs. “What do you want to talk about then?”

  “What we’re going to name our babies?”

  “I might not want to get pregnant. Is that a problem for you?”

  “Fuck no. Puppies, then.”

  “Trevor?”

  “No.”

  “Lily?”

  “Meh. What about Brutus?”

  “Brutus betrayed his best friend.”

  “We don’t have to decide on that now either.”

  I giggle. “No, we don’t. We could talk about how I was offered a promotion to manager. Desk job.”

  “Shit, are you serious?” he exclaims, trying not to look too excited. “I mean, good for you. What did you decide?”

  I slap him playfully. “Don’t try to hide the fact that you like the idea of me not working with patients anymore. You’re totally transparent.”

  “I feel like I’ll get into trouble no matter how I respond to that,” he says.

  I laugh and tweak his nipple as we enter the locker room to grab his clothes and gear bag. “However things turn out, we’re both gonna be fine.”

  Grizz kisses me on my nose and on my forehead as the doors close behind us.

  He walks us outside and sets me down in the passenger seat of his truck, as if he’s handling nothing more than a down pillow, setting me in my seat like a Fabergé egg.

  He won’t even let me buckle my safety belt myself, and for once, I don’t mind.

  I’m just happy I’m going home with my big lug. My Grizz.

  Epilogue

  Five years later

  Grizz

  “Zeke! Onyx! No biting! That’s off limits!”

  Dylan ambles over to me on our back deck, having just arrived home from work. She’s wearing a sexy skirt and blazer instead of scrubs. The scrubs were equally as sexy to me, but there’s something about Dylan in a skirt that still amps me up after all this time.

  She still sometimes likes to see patients, but she’s found her calling in supporting a whole team of nurses at the home health care office.

  As for me, I’m still training at the MMA gym, still getting my ass kicked, but I’m happy enough teaching my ever-growing pack of students at my kickboxing studio. Lately, though, Teddy has been hinting around about retiring and possibly selling the gym to someone. So far, no takers. All of us fighters are way too intimidated to dream of filling Teddy’s shoes.

  Dylan kicks off her pumps and chuckles as we watch our two rambunctious charges tumble all over each other in our wooded backyard. “And you’re still talking to them as if they speak Human.”

  The black lab puppies that Dylan and I adopted from our local rescue agency five years ago are full grown now, but still as full of mischief as they ever were.

  Dylan’s right, but I still like to pretend that the dogs will eventually listen to people logic. It makes Dylan laugh, so it works for me.

  I stomp off to the garden. “I’m gonna get the hose, fellas!”

  Dylan fell in love with Zeke and Onyx on our first visit to the shelter. We didn’t plan on having kids, so those two balls of energy became our babies. Since then, we’ve put them through many rounds of training with professionals, but their appetite for tearing up grass, trying to jump fences, and digging up the garden beds has never waned.

  The dogs’ demeanor changes, however, when a certain diminutive female enters the scene. A minivan pulls up, its side door slides open and a three-year-old curly-headed girl in a flowered sundress ambles out with some help from the driver.

  It’s as if a drill sergeant has taken over our backyard. Both dogs scamper over to the girl, and sit down on their haunches in front of her.

  “What do you say, CeCe?” Dylan asks our foster daughter, while I go over to hug the sitter — my mom — who’s just brought CeCe home from a trip to the zoo.

  “Good boy! Good girl!” CeCe shouts at them, swinging her arms around like a mini maestro.

  “I think we found Teddy his replacement,” I say.

  As if to underline the point, CeCe climbs my leg and before I can stop her, has me in a headlock.

  Dylan and my Mom laugh at the spectacle.

  “Don’t choke him out, CeCe. I need Grizz conscious when we meet with the judge later.”

  In her tiny chipmunk voice, she squeaks, “He’s not Grizz. He’s my daddy.”

  Dylan’s eyes widen in surprise and sparkle with tears. “That answers my next question. Are you ready to stay with us forever?”

  CeCe leans over and grasps Dylan around the neck. “Mommy!”

  My Dylan squeezes our future forever daughter while reaching over to grip my hand. She looks up at me in wonder. Until today, CeCe has only referred to us as Miss Dylan and Mr. Grizz. I look over at my mom, and CeCe points and says, “Grammy!”

  It’s really happening. My chest expands so big I might burst out of my sweaty t-shirt.

  “You’d better go shower,” Dylan advises. “You’re about to be a daddy.”

  We say our goodbyes to my Mom, who plans on meeting us at the courthouse later. Dylan and I wander into the house with CeCe and the dogs. We head upstairs, me looking forward to my shower while Dylan goes to CeCe’s room to help her pick out some fresh clothes for our meeting with the judge.

  Before we part ways, I grab up both my girls in a signature Grizzly bear hug, covering both their faces with kisses until the little one collapses in a fit of giggles and my wife joins me in happy tears.

  She sniffles. “You’d better get going or we’re going to be late.”

  Having put on a fresh shirt and trousers, I hoist my little girl into her car seat in the back seat of my truck. I go to buckle her in but she slaps me away.

  “I got it!” she insists.

  “Huh. I wonder where she gets that from,” I mutter jokingly.

  “I have no idea,” says Dylan, shooting me a wink as I start the truck. My heart is full to bursting as we ride off into the sunset, just me and my girls.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Abby Knox lives a dual life. Fantasy Abby would love to live on a farm with goats, bees, chicken
s, donkeys and alpaca, making her own soap, yarn, honey and cheese. Reality Abby has no desire to do actual farm work. So, the ever-pragmatic Reality Abby keeps Fantasy Abby happy by putting her into adorable little works of romantic fiction with her pretend hobbies. Both Abbies hope you enjoy her sweet, sexy — sometimes a little over the top and weird — storytelling.

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