Fight Me, Baby

by Davenport, Fiona

  I smiled and shook my head when I translated that into morning breath. “You tasted sweet as sugar.”

  She rolled her eyes before bending over the sink to spit and rinse her mouth before responding with, “Bull manure.”

  I burst into laughter and sputtered, “You’re too damn cute, angel eyes.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d smiled or laughed so much. I didn’t take life too seriously, but just in the small time we’d had together, Angelique made me realize what I’d been missing.

  Angelique blushed and shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, pulling at the hem of her shirt. Crossing the distance between us, I smiled tenderly, then pulled her into my arms and gave her a gentle hug. The tension immediately drained from her, and she slipped her arms around me to return the embrace.

  After a few minutes, I kissed the top of her head and used my index finger under her chin to tilt her face up. “How about a shower?”

  She beamed at me and nodded enthusiastically. Her excitement over something so small, something I clearly took for granted, made my anger at her brother begin to resurface. I quickly tamped it down, not wanting Angelique to see my fury and think it was directed at her.

  Grabbing her around the waist, I set her on the long, marble vanity top, then placed a quick kiss on her lips before walking over to the large glass enclosure. After turning on the shower and fiddling with the keypad until it was the right temperature, I made my way back to her.

  When I grasped the bottom of her shirt and started to draw it up, her cheeks bloomed with crimson, but she didn’t stop me from dragging it all of the way up and over her head. My eyes dropped, and my mouth watered at the sight of her puckered nipples. “You have perfect tits, angel eyes.”

  Angelique snorted in disbelief, and her arms came up to cross over her chest. “They're too small,” she argued.

  I shook my head and pried her limbs away. “Perfect.” I glanced up at her and winked. “I’ll prove it.” I used one flat palm to push her back until she was resting on her elbows. Then I wrapped my lips around one diamond-hard peak and tugged on it before spreading my mouth open and taking as much of her breast in as I could. Angelique moaned and arched her back as I sucked on her delicious tit. After a minute, I licked around her nipple before raising my head and grinning. “See? A mouthful is all I need, and these beauties are even more.” I moved to the opposite breast and murmured, “Lucky me,” before giving it the same treatment as the first.

  Angelique’s breathing sped up, becoming choppy, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she moaned. I gave myself a stern lecture to remind me that I couldn’t take her for the first time on a bathroom counter. With every bit of my strength, I withdrew from her breasts but gave each tip a light kiss before pulling away completely and removing her legs from my waist.

  She blinked a few times, trying to clear away the fog of lust, and then confusion churned in her stunning eyes. I put my hands on her hips and scooted her off the marble, putting her back on her feet. “The bathroom counter in our house isn’t any better than the bench in my locker room for our first time, angel eyes.” Her face softened, and she looked up at me dreamily. I winked at her before dropping onto my haunches in front of her. When I saw the bottoms to her ring girl outfit, a growl escaped my chest as possession and jealousy slammed into me. Those needed to go, much like the brother who’d forced her into them.

  I fisted the fabric and ripped it away, tossing it over my shoulder. Angelique gasped, and I looked up at her, adopting an innocent expression. “Oops.” My tone wasn’t the least bit contrite. To my surprise, Angelique didn’t look upset; instead, there was fire burning in her eyes. My already hard-as-steel cock twitched, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Clearing my throat and shoving away my own desire, I stood and took her hand. I led her to the shower and opened the door, then patted her ass as she stepped inside.

  My eyes dropped to my boxer briefs, and I sighed. It wouldn’t be much help, but I supposed it was better than nothing. Leaving them on, I ignored the tented front as I joined my woman in the shower. Angelique was standing under the spray, her eyes closed, and her head back. She looked as though she was in complete bliss, and it brought back memories of watching her come the night before.

  “Fuck,” I rasped as I pinched the base of my cock, trying to halt my approaching orgasm. She glanced at me, and her gaze dropped to my underwear, which was plastered to my skin and didn’t hide anything about the way my body was reacting to her. In fact, having her eyes on my dick had it fighting to breach the waistband of my boxer briefs. The angry, purple tip was just visible, and despite the water raining down on it, a white pearl of pre-come had gathered over my slit before sliding down the side of my cock and into my underwear.

  Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the way her body shimmered with water sluicing over it, the way her tits bounced slightly from her elevated breathing, and I specially tried not to pay attention to her bare pussy.

  I grabbed the soap and focused on the task at hand, washing her from head to toe. After she was squeaky clean—I should get a fucking medal for cleaning between her legs without making her come—I quickly washed myself as well. Then I turned her so her back was to me and shampooed and conditioned her hair. The cleanser held a bit of a masculine scent, and although I loved the idea of her smelling like me so that every man who came near her would know she was taken, I needed to fill the house with her things. “Make me a list today, angel eyes, and I’ll send someone to get you anything you need or want.”

  She moaned and leaned back against me, causing her ass to cradle my erection. The wet fabric was useless between us. With a deep breath, I nudged her shoulders, encouraging her to turn and face me. Her head fell back, and I ran my fingers through her hair, rinsing out the conditioner.

  I made hasty work of washing my own hair, especially when I felt the heat of Angelique’s naked body pressed against my back. Her hands glided up my sides and around to my front to splay on my chest. Her cheek and tits were resting on my back, so I felt her take a deep, shuddering inhale before one of her palms began to descend, heading for my straining shaft.

  My breath caught in my throat when she hesitated at the last second, but then she finished the journey, tunneling into my underwear and wrapping her fingers around my big, fat cock. All of the air in my lungs whooshed out, and I felt lightheaded, but I managed to stay steady on my feet. With one firm but gentle squeeze, I was fucking done.

  After slamming the heel of my hand on the button that shut off the water, I spun around and scooped Angelique into my arms. Using my shoulder, I pushed open the glass door and stalked into the bedroom.

  8

  Angelique

  Saint dumped me onto the bed, completely naked and dripping with water. I let out a squeak when he landed on top of me, his large body pressing mine into the mattress. My legs cradled his hips, and the only thing between his rock-hard length and my core was the wet material of his boxers. Without it there, he could slide his dick inside me without any resistance—except for my virginity. Not that I was going to let it stop me from having sex with Saint. He was the first man I’d ever responded to this way, and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by.

  Twining my arms around his neck, I pulled his head down until his mouth met mine. A groan rumbled up his chest, and his tongue swept against my bottom lip. I opened to let him in, and he took my breath away. His fingers tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. There was so much chemistry between us, I felt as though it was going to burn me alive. Writhing beneath him, I mewled in need when he lifted his head again. “Don’t worry, angel eyes. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

  He started to move down my body, his mouth hot against my skin as he sucked and nibbled his way along my curves, pausing to pay attention to my breasts before he moved down to my belly. “I’m finally going to sink my tongue inside your tight little pussy and get a taste of you. I’ve been dying for it, baby.”

>   My hips jerked up, and he wrapped his hands around them to hold me in place as he wedged his shoulders under my thighs. My wits scattered when he lifted my ass higher and buried his face between my legs. His tongue circled my clit, and I dug my fingers into his hair. I wanted to keep him right where he was, with his mouth working me into a frenzy. My legs clenched as his tongue flicked down my slit to thrust inside me. “Oh, wow. That feels incredible, but I need...more.”

  “I’ll always give you what you need,” he swore, releasing his hold on one of my hips. If I hadn’t been halfway out of my mind with need, I would’ve questioned how permanent he made that sound. But I was teetering over the edge and couldn’t think clearly.

  His palm glided across my upper thigh, his thumb coming to a stop directly above my clit. I tried wiggling so he’d stroke me where I wanted him to, but his other hand kept me firmly in place. He kept moving his tongue in and out of me, but he didn’t move his hand again until I pleaded, “Please, Michael.”

  “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name in that sexy little whimper.” He circled my clit with his thumb and began to work a finger inside me. “But what I really want is to hear you scream it.”

  I wanted the same thing, but I didn’t have the chance to tell him because we both got what we wanted when he started to pump his finger in and out of me and tossed me over the edge. But he didn’t stop there. He kept working me over with his mouth and hand until I came a second time. Then he shifted to his knees, shoved his boxers down, and lined up his hard length with my entrance. “I think you’re finally ready for me to impale you on my big, fat cock.”

  I thought I was ready, too...until he started to stick his dick inside me, and it felt as though he’d never fit. “You weren’t kidding when you called it big.”

  “Compared to you, every part of me is huge,” he groaned as he worked the tip all the way in. “But I’ll make it up to you, angel eyes.”

  “Make what up to me?” I asked just as he pulled back a tiny bit before powering into me, his cock tearing through the proof of my virginity with one powerful thrust. The sharp bite of pain had tears gathering in my eyes, and he lowered his head to kiss them away when they slid down my cheeks.

  “Shh, baby,” he whispered against my ear, cradling my head in his palms. “Give it a minute, and you’ll feel better.”

  How this big brute of a man could be so darn sweet to me, I’d never know. But I was grateful because I wasn’t used to being treated with care. I did as he asked, breathing through the pain as I stared into his dark eyes. A couple of minutes later, the sting faded and only a feeling of fullness remained. I wiggled my hips to see what happened, and the new angle drove Saint deeper inside me. His hands drifted down my body to grip my hips. “Don’t move until you’re sure you’re ready. Your tight pussy feels too damn good wrapped around my cock. I’m barely holding on to my control here, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “The pain is gone,” I reassured him, running my palms down his back to dig my nails into his butt cheeks. “And I want more.”

  “Then more is what you’ll get.” Heat flared in his eyes as his hips drew back until only the tip of his cock was lodged inside me. “So much of me that you’ll still be able to feel where I’ve been inside you tomorrow.”

  I had no doubt he’d fulfill his promise when he drove back inside me over and over again. His eyes never left mine as he continued to move, his chest heaving with exertion and sweat dripping down his face. He slid his palm up my belly to cup one of my breasts, his thumb toying with my nipple.

  “Yes. Michael, yes!” I moaned and writhed beneath him, my nails digging into his skin as I held on while he powered in and out of me.

  He gave my pebbled nipple a final tweak before his hand slid lower. His fingers hovered over my pulsing clit. “I can feel how close you are to coming again with your pussy clenching around my dick so hard. Give it to me, Angelique.”

  He switched up his long strokes for short ones, circling his hips until he hit me in a spot that made my eyes cross. I gasped, my legs tightening around his hips. “Right there, huh?” Saint grunted as he thrust against me again. I threw my head back, and his mouth crashed against my damp skin. His teeth scraped against my throat while he drove into me. Then he pinched my clit between his forefinger and thumb. White-hot pleasure ripped through my body, making my toes curl. Having him inside me as I came made the incredible orgasms he’d given me earlier pale in comparison. My entire body tensed as I shuddered. I’d never felt anything like it before, this never-ending bliss as he continued to thrust in and out until he finally anchored himself deep inside and followed me over the edge. Hot streams of his come filled me to overflowing as I collapsed against the pillows.

  Cuddled between his soft mattress and hard body, I felt boneless and was so relaxed that I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again about thirty minutes later, Saint wasn’t in bed with me. A feeling of abandonment crept over me—something I was used to—but it was different this time. Not just because I’d given Saint my virginity but also that I hadn’t expected him to walk away from me so easily after everything he’d been saying.

  Pushing my disappointment deep down inside, I rolled off the mattress and pulled on the shirt I’d worn to bed last night and padded into Saint’s ridiculously large closet to grab a pair of his boxers. After rolling them at my waist, I headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean up a little. Once that was done, I went off to search for Saint.

  I found him in the kitchen, stirring something in a saucepan on the stove. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, looking just as sexy as he had in the ring last night. I jerked my head up so I wouldn’t visibly drool as I asked, “Could you give me a ride back to the stadium?”

  His shoulders tensed at my question. He turned off the burner, moved the pan to the other side of the stove, and turned to stare at me. “What?”

  It felt as though I was pinned into place by his dark gaze, making me nervous. “I really appreciate you letting me crash here last night.”

  “Crash?” he echoed softly as he stalked toward me. “What the hell do you think is going on between us?”

  Taking a small step back, I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done the morning after thing before.”

  “You need to get something straight in your pretty head, angel eyes.” He reached out to grab my hand and tugged me close. “This is forever.”

  9

  Saint

  Just the thought of Angelique walking out of my life had my throat closing up with panic. I wasn’t used to feeling any sort of weakness, and it made me a little gruffer than I’d intended.

  I fisted a hand in the hair at the back of her head and used a firm grip on her hip to plaster her body to mine. Using gentle force, I pulled her head back so I could cover her mouth with my own. Just before I lost all control and took her to the floor, I pulled back and stared into her lust-fogged eyes. “Do you understand me?” She nodded, but I still caught the hint of doubt clouding her gaze. I knew she’d been on the end of plenty of broken promises, and though I wanted her acceptance immediately, I reminded myself that talk was cheap. I would have to prove to her that I would always be by her side.

  Sighing, I kissed her again, just to reassure myself that she was real, in my arms, and protected from the evils of the world. Namely, that motherfucking brother of hers. The thought tarnished the moment, and I reluctantly released Angelique’s lips. I had a lot of shit to accomplish, and if I didn’t stop, we’d spend the rest of the day fucking on every surface of our home.

  I didn’t want the situation with her brother hanging over our heads, especially once we had a family. And I intended to put a baby in my woman as soon as humanly possible. I groaned and pushed the image of her round and swollen with our child out of my head. It was yet another path that would lead me away from what needed to be done.

  “Let me finish making you breakfast, then we can talk about what comes next.”

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nbsp; Angelique’s eye brightened, and she peered around me to look eagerly at the stove. “You were making me breakfast?” I could see the hope that sprung into her eyes. Obviously, if I was cooking for her in the morning, I’d intended for her to stay.

  I gave her a quick kiss, then turned her toward the island and gently patted her on the ass. “Go sit, angel eyes. Do you want some juice?”

  She nodded as she practically skipped over to take a seat. “Yes, please.” The smile she gave me when I placed the glass in front of her was breathtaking. I wanted to see it every day for the rest of my life, and I had every intention of making sure that happened. I was a man who went after, and got, what I wanted. Keeping Angelique safe and by my side was no exception.

  I asked her about the foods she liked and if she was allergic to anything, so I’d know what to cook for her and also to simply get to know her. Once I’d finished making us omelets, I set hers in front of her and sat across from her to dig into mine, which was easily twice the size of hers.

  Angelique giggled, and a smile automatically curved my lips. “Something funny, angel eyes?”

  She pointed at my eggs and laughed a little harder. “It’s just...everything about you is big. Even your breakfast.”

  I smirked and winked. “As I recall, you were pretty happy with my size this morning.” Her eyes heated while she blushed to a deep crimson. I chuckled and pointed at her breakfast. “Eat, baby. We have a ton of shit to do today.”

  She shoveled a few bites into her mouth, moaning with each one and making me hard as fuck. Thankfully, she distracted me after a few minutes. “We have stuff to do? Like what?” she asked as she glanced at me with curiosity.

  “First, we’re going to go grab your shit and bring it home. I’ll send movers over to get the big things tomorrow. Once you’re settled, I need to run a couple of errands. I won’t be long, but it will give you a chance to take a nap. You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned for you tonight.”