Roxy Sings the Blues

by Ellie Mack

  “Don’t they have them sign off on that? I mean people participate in study groups all the time. If they sign the paper work then the company can’t be at fault.” I didn’t want to believe that Luke would be involved in anything illegal.

  “I think the test subjects are dying and I think it might have something to do with Devon’s case.”

  “How so?” I didn’t want to talk about Devon in the bedroom. A little irritation rose when he brought up his name. “So, you two are tight now?”

  “No, it’s nothing like that Roxy. I don’t know. It is just a gut feeling. Anyway, I’m going to put the flash drive somewhere safe that only you will know, ok?”

  “Yeah, OK. Like where?” I let my hands play over the indentations in his arms. Luke’s arms were magnificent. I loved how they felt wrapped around me.

  “Remember that little bear that you got me when I won my first match?” He bent down kissing me deeper.

  “Of course. Nino Diablo. My little devil boy.” I slid his shirt down his arms so that his bare chest made contact with my skin.

  “It was the first gift you ever gave me.” He deepened the kiss, letting his hand wander over the curve of my breast as he pulled me to his side then gently pushed my legs apart. It had been over a week since he had made love to her. She needed this as much as Luke did. They both needed to lose themselves in their passion.

  A moan of pleasure escaped me as he brushed over my nipple. With everything that had been going on, Luke was right; they had not had any time for intimacy. I hadn’t even thought about it. For a fleeting moment at the funeral home, I had thought about slipping outside for a few minutes to lose ourselves in kisses, but decided there were too many people around and it was not appropriate. Now, the fires were stoked and more than anything else, I wanted, no needed to feel the deep bonds of our love. I practically tore off his trousers.

  He slid the trousers down, taking his briefs with them, then tugged my panties down before unfastening my bra. His kiss deepened, pressing into me while the sparks from skin to skin contact increased, I was overcome with searing hot passion as he plunged his tongue inside my mouth, a swirling dance with my own which made my pulse race.

  I wanted him desperately. I enjoyed sex. I enjoyed sex with Luke. There had never been a time in my life that I ever felt I needed it in this way to feel alive. Maybe it was a morbid thing, maybe not. Being touched by the death of a loved one was said to cause people to crave sexual touch in the same way that weddings would stir the embers or that soldiers in battle would feel the need for sexual release after combat. It was a way of saying ‘I’m still alive!’ I moved, scooting under Luke, encouraging him into position.

  He pressed against me, his bulbous head caressing my sensitive nub already slick with desire. The heat inside was like a blast furnace. I wonder if this was what an aphrodisiac was supposed to make you feel. An uncontrollable lust that shakes you to the core of your being. I wanted to feel.

  A deep groan of satisfaction as he found the mark. The feeling of being stretched, filled, joined, and alive had every nerve in my body right there on the razor’s edge of release. It wouldn’t take much for me to come.

  Luke rocked rhythmically into me, starting at a slow pace while our kisses became emblazoned with our rising passion. At one point, I had to break the kiss for some air. I kept rocking into him wanting him to pick up the pace. I needed it rough. I wanted it deep. I wanted to be used. I know, it doesn’t make sense. There was no other time in my life that I would I ever consent to let anyone use me willingly, especially after knowing how Chad had used me, but that was what I wanted in that moment.

  It didn’t take Luke but a few seconds to catch on to the cues I was sending him and he increased his pace. He got rougher and I liked it. Each pounding thrust causing a little bit of pain and a flood of pleasure. Luke lifted my ass, sliding a pillow under my lower back and threw my legs over his shoulders. Suddenly, I could feel the full length of him as he plunged into me.

  Four strokes and I climaxed. I bucked into him as he continued his assault. When I started to come down from the pinnacle, he turned me over onto my knees and pounded me from behind. It was almost embarrassing the primal grunting noises that I was making, almost. It was an absolute testament to our relationship that I could trust him this way, to trust him to use me roughly.

  After what seemed like an hour, Luke paused in his movements. I knew he wasn’t done but was just pausing from exertion. I quickly moved, urging him onto his back and straddled him. Our eyes locked and I clasped my fingers with his before leaning forward to kiss him.

  “I love you Roxy. Don’t ever doubt that.”

  “I love you too Luke. Can’t wait to be Mrs. Reed forever.” I sat back up with my back straight. “Are you ready?”

  The lust that glazed his expression increased as he nodded, his lips slightly parted. This was his favorite position. He told me once that he likes to see my expressions change. He knew exactly the cues as to when I was close to orgasm, or if the increased pace was enthusiasm. He could tell if I just wanted a quickie to come and get to sleep. That’s not romantic; however, sometimes that was how I felt.

  I circled my hips on him once. Pressing down, arching my back, which put pressure just where it was needed for my own pleasure, and he had let me know with a gasp that it was good for him as well. I adjusted my legs under me, knowing that my thighs were going to get a workout.

  We held our hands clasped as I repeated my up down actions alternately fast then slower before rocking and adding a swirl ever so often. I circled a couple of times, the contact providing just the right pressure to send me over the edge. I bucked wildly. He held onto my hands tightly as his hips raised off the bad thrusting upward as he found his release.

  We stayed locked into that position as our movements slowed, until neither of us had it in us to even move. I moved off him to lay by his side, my leg draped over his. Our ragged breaths panting in unison the only sound in the apartment.

  “I hope we didn’t wake Tara, not used to having someone else in the apartment.” He turned towards me, kissing me lightly.

  “I think we both were trying to be quiet. Trying being the operative word.”

  I giggled as I headed to the bathroom to clean up. Glancing back at Luke laying on the bed, his hand tucked behind his head, sated expression and grinning from ear to ear. “Love you Luke.”

  CHAPTER 13

  As the trainer wrapped my hands, I cracked my neck from side to side. I was as ready for this as I would ever be. I was more in shape than I had been for the previous match: faster, leaner, stronger. My competition was a woman from Baton Rouge. She was three inches taller, which meant she had a longer reach; her legs were thin with little muscle definition. Still, I wasn’t going to assume anything.

  On the other side of the arena building, Luke prepared for his fight. He had trained hard, given it his all and he was as ready as he would ever be. He was far more serious than I had given him credit for in the beginning of our relationship. Luke was in the zone, but I could not watch his match.

  We had fallen into a routine. Workout, showers, back to his apartment, a healthy meal, great sex, then studies until midnight. In the mornings, I would go back to my room, do our laundry, study, go to class and do it all over again. At the beginning of this last semester, I moved off campus into a cute studio apartment.

  It had been several weeks since I had stayed over. I didn’t quite feel comfortable leaving Tara alone. Mid-terms had me running like crazy and we decided that we should both concentrate on our schoolwork.

  Tonight, win or lose our matches, we would be together.

  I wanted to watch his match, but I couldn’t. I had to focus, had to get my head in my own zone, free from other distractions. My friend Kayla was taping both of our matches so we could view later and review what we needed to do to improve. The trainer tapped my partial gloves “You can take Aleysia, she’s thin and she has been sick. She’s not looking good and you
are in the best shape of your life. Make quick work of her Roxy.”

  It was time. My stomach churned as I took a swig of Gatorade. There it was - my cue. The announcer’s voice rang out “Our reigning lightweight Mixed martial arts champion, Roxanne ‘Foxy Roxy’ Winterrrrrrrrrrrrs.” He stretched out my last name.

  As I jogged to the ring, the roar of the crowd seemed to fade in the distance. I was there for one reason, to win. I bound into the ring, spinning myself on the top rope, landing squarely on my feet as if I had done it a million times, but it was luck and the adrenaline rush. Bouncing from toe to toe, waiting for the command of the referee. Aleysia flashed me a disconcerted half smile.

  I wasn’t certain if it was a cocky “I’ve got this” or if I had rocked her off her game. We were about to find out.

  I took a hard blow to my cheek at one point, and a foot to the ribs. My game was on my feet, I tried my best to stay off the mat. We danced around the ring, exchanging blows, testing each other. I could tell I was stronger just by the lack of impact when her blows landed.

  A flying roundhouse kick followed by a back kick to the back of Aleysia’s thigh and she was down. As I suspected, her legs were conditioned with cardio, lean with endurance, where I had been interval training, weight training, and doing plyometrics. It didn’t take much for me to get her in a headlock while she was disoriented. Then I heard my name announced; what a rush! That quick and it was over.

  I had to wait, had to go back to the locker room. I didn’t want to throw Luke off his game. It seemed surreal that my match was already over. I could have gone longer. I had so much energy I was literally bouncing. I stood ringside watching the other women. Inevitably, I would be fighting these women at some point. I watched their moves, studied their techniques, and noted their signature styles to get my mind off worrying about Luke’s match.

  After what seemed like hours, the winners were announced. I accepted my prize, but was more interested in the check that came with it. I remember well my excitement with the amount after my first fight.

  I had gotten endorsements for our local gyms, free membership, and more supplements than I would ever use. Then I waited. Waited with baited breath to hear Luke’s name. My eyes down, waiting, listening then I heard the announcer begin “Winner of round three, men’s middleweight - Luke Reed.”

  My eyes shot up and I saw him for the first time that night. His eyes were locked on mine. He mouthed, “I won!” His smile of victory was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

  My eyes welled with tears of pride as I watched him collect his belt and other prizes. Once he was off the platform I ran into his arms, nothing was going to keep me from him now. I leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, our kisses frantic!

  He stood with me wrapped around him for several minutes holding me, while we kissed. When we came up for breath, he whispered in my ear “I love you babe. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

  We called in the biggest, greasiest, deluxe pizza and a 2-liter of soda, picking it up on the way back to his apartment. We ate the entire thing then he got out the bottle of champagne that he had bought to celebrate.

  “I had this chilling since I left for the match Roxy. I knew you would win. You are an amazing woman. You look amazing, but that does not compare to the woman inside. The woman inside, the one I fell in love with.” He gave me the glass of champagne and set his on the coffee table. I cannot wait until we are married. I want to spend every day of my life with you.

  I pulled him to me, the champagne forgotten in our kiss and embrace. Instantly I was on fire at his touch. My lips parted slightly as he persuaded me with his tongue. His hand roughly cupping my breast, massaging and kneading, teasing until tight little buds rose to the occasion. I tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. We didn’t have to worry about Tara being in the other room and hearing us.

  Luke grinned slyly and did likewise to my shirt. He dipped his head to mine, then moved lower taking one of the traitorous buds into his mouth, my back arching as the sensation rippled through me.

  My fingertips trailed down his spine, into the waist of his jeans. I worked, fumbling to unfasten them, my mind hazed with desire. Pushing the jeans down his legs into the floor. I do not even remember him removing my own jeans, but suddenly he was there on top of me lowering me down on the sofa. I could feel his hardness pressed against me. His lips glided over mine roughly. “Roxy, sweetheart. I love you.”

  There was no more talking after that. He plunged his tongue into my mouth at the same time he thrust into me. OH! By the gods, it was divine! An instant flood of fire rushed throughout my entire being. I wanted, needed this. Each time we had sex seemed more intense than the last.

  Our rhythm went from slow, gentle lovemaking to wild, tantric movements. Fueled by the adrenaline of the day’s events, we pushed ourselves beyond anything we had done before. My fingers trailed down his lean torso, outlining the hard muscles, while he put one of my legs over his shoulder, thrusting deep inside me, causing me to scream in my release.

  Luke did not stop; he kept going, pushing me further. Another wave rolled over me as I lifted my hips, tightening on him, feeling myself contract repeatedly. We stopped long enough for us to each take a drink before he flipped me over, my ass in the air. His tongue flicking over my wetness, and sucked lightly on my nub. I was moaning, begging him not to stop when he entered me. It didn’t take much at that point for me to climax.

  “Roxy, you’re so hot! I am the luckiest man alive.” He slammed into me deeply then stopped, turning me over on my back again. “I want to look into your eyes Roxanne; I want to see you as we hit the peak together.”

  I nodded, teetering on that razor’s edge. He lowered his mouth to mine, in a tender intimate kiss. When he broke the kiss, I had to tell him. “Luke, I love you.”

  I saw the love in his eyes as he kissed me again and we fell from the precipice together wrapped in our passion, joined in our hearts and bodies.

  At Three fourteen a.m., we collapsed on the bed together, spent.

  The rest of the weekend was spent in each other’s arms, the outside world forgotten for the entirety of one day.

  CHAPTER 14

  The next week was a blur. Between making up for the work that I had missed, studying for midterms, and trying to keep my emotions in check, it was exhausting.

  Tara seemed nervous, at first, but after a few weeks, we had fallen into a pattern that was comfortable for us both. It was great to have my sister with me. I feel like it has been good for her as well.

  We had some time in the morning to talk over breakfast before we went our separate ways for the day. Tara texted right away saying how early she was for class and that my apartment was much closer for her. If things had been different, I would have had her move in with me a long time ago, but they weren’t.

  I shook my head to dislodge the grief that threatened to take me down before my first class began. We would face it later, together, over dinner. I wondered how things would work out with Luke and when Devon would stop by, but the guys seemed naturally to give us some space.

  Wednesday nights the four of us got together. The guys showed up at the same time. Luke carried in a large pizza from Tratori’s Pizza and Devon showed up with a case of beer, a large salad and a bag of fruit. Tara and I were thankful as we had munched on the food and we were at the end of it.

  “Mmm, pizza!” My mouth was watering as he walked past me with the box.

  “You can have carbs tonight right?” Luke asked as he opened the box revealing Tratori’s Maximus Pizza, a fully loaded pizza with everything but anchovies and pineapple. One slice was a full meal.

  “Yes. Remember, next week we have a match, though.”

  “Yeah. Luke tore off a slice and slid it on a paper plate shoving it across the island towards Roxy. He tore off a piece for Tara and Devon as well before getting his slice.

  “I see what you did. Don’t think you’re so clever there, Mis
ter.”

  “What?” He responded trying to act innocent with a huge grin.

  “You divvied up the pizza so you got the piece with the most mushrooms and sausage on it.” He shrugged, biting into the piece before anyone else noticed.

  “Buhhhhhhera hero go live.” Luke said, his lips pulled back talking through his teeth as the hot cheese obviously burned his tongue.

  “What?” Tara, Devon, and I spoke in unison.

  After several seconds of exaggerated chewing between blowing and contortions trying to diminish cheese burns, he swallowed, took a drink then answered. “Buyers prerogative.”

  It was nice to have casual conversation and relax. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as uncomfortable having Devon there as I had expected. We easily slipped into friendly discussion about our own personal dramas with work and school. It felt good to be able to laugh again.

  It took us about a month longer to develop a routine. In that time, Devon managed to come over on Wednesdays and a couple of other days during the week. Most of the time, his work kept him occupied. I did not see as much of Luke with him making frequent trips to the company headquarters nearly every week.

  Instead of confiding in Luke and planning our future, I spent time being reacquainted with my sister. I hadn’t realized how far apart we had grown until now, but I am glad we are able to have time together. However, I worry about what will happen when it comes time for my wedding. Should we postpone it? Should we move Tara with us?

  After the month had passed, we both agreed that we needed to address the issue of Mom’s house. We were driving back from the airport to see Luke off for the weekend when Devon called Tara to say that he would be tied up over the weekend. Tara suggested that this would be the best opportunity to tackle it, so we drove back to Mom’s house to clear it out and list it on the market. The drive was in silence. It wasn’t a fun thing to do, but it needed to be done and we needed the money from the sale of the house.