One Last Fight (Fighter Romance)

by Black, Morgan

  “Take off your pants,” he instructed in a gruff voice. “I have some repaying to do.”

  I slipped out of my jeans and watched as he tantalizingly removed my underwear. Jordan dropped down before me and licked my pussy slowly as if he was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. It felt incredible as his tongue lapped up my juices, sending a tingle throughout my body. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I moaned loudly as my pussy dripped.

  “Oh god...oh god...” My words failed me as a guttural groan escaped my lips.

  “Tell me. Say you want it.”

  I could hardly catch my breath. “I want it. Fuck, I want it.”

  He was still sucking on my clit when he buried a finger inside my pussy and started pumping. It was too much, too much all at once, and I cried out softly. He curled his fingers upwards as he pumped in and out, hitting my G-spot. He flicked his tongue faster and pushed his fingers up harder as I had an orgasm so delicious that I wanted even more. I was aching all over and I didn't want it to end, not for a second.

  As I was coming down from my high, I watched as Jordan removed his own pants. He turned me over on my stomach, pulled me up onto my knees, spread my legs wide, and slipped himself inside. I leaned my head back, delirious with pleasure. Jordan fit inside me perfectly, and I got a wave of pleasure every time he moved. With his hands on my hips, he began pumping me faster, harder with every thrust. He reached his left hand up and started to tug my hair back. He hit my G-spot again and again, and I trembled under the pressure. His right hand reached between my legs and started to rub my clit in time with the thrusts of his hips.

  As he pumped harder I knew I wouldn’t last long.

  “That feels so good,” I mumbled between breaths. That caused him to only move faster. My whole body shuddered as he started to push me over the edge. I let my body give in to the orgasm as he pushed up hard inside me and moved his fingers faster on my clit. He continued pumping his hips, breaking all reason in my mind. I was having the best sex of my life and I didn’t care if all my sisters heard my cries.

  His body tensed as he spilled his seed into me and he fell on top of me, exhausted.

  “You make me crazy,” he whispered against my temple.

  “That makes two of us.”

  He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “What does this mean for us?”

  “I guess we’re together. I mean, that’s what I want.”

  A smug smile played on his lips. “Well you do always seem to get what you want.”

  “I’m used to it.”

  He pulled out and lay down next to me on the bed, our naked bodies practically glowing in the afternoon sun. “There’s something I want, too.”

  I turned on my side to look at him. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  “I want to beat Georgie’s best guy. Legit, in the cage. Prove to everyone he’s just a punk in a suit.”

  “That’s going to take a lot of training and rehab.”

  “Yeah. But I gotta do it. Earn back my title.”

  I nodded. I had guessed this was coming. “A month? Give yourself a full month of recuperation, then do it.”

  “Done.”

  FOURTEEN

  ONE MONTH LATER

  JORDAN

  “Tell me again,” I pleaded with her.

  “I’m not going to say good luck again. You don’t need luck. You’re going to beat this guy without a problem! You have been working so hard.”

  She was right, I had been. Ever since the doctor cleared me to start hitting the gym again, I’d been there eight hours a day, seven days a week. I had never trained so hard in my entire life, but I wasn’t going to let Georgie’s guy beat me again. And this time it was a fair fight. One-on-one, in the cage. And it was a legit fight, none of that underground bullshit that I thought I wanted. The purse was still good, enough to pay Leo back for the money that he had let me borrow to go into rehab. Plus a little left over for maybe a nice dinner for my mom and him.

  I had known something was going on with them for years, but neither of them would ever admit it. But it seemed that my injuries had brought them closer together. Or maybe it was seeing Sloane and me overcome our obstacles. And I’d certainly thrown a few in our way. Rehab had been an experience. One I would never forget, and one I didn’t want to repeat. I thought about Sloane the entire time— she was the whole reason I was there. I could’ve gone on living and fighting with the drugs. But I couldn’t have gone on without her.

  She gave me a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the locker room. I watched her hips swing back and forth as she slipped behind the metal door and out into the crowd. I could never get enough of her. Suddenly I was alone with my thoughts. A dangerous place to be for former addict. I still had some lighter pain medication in my bag in case I needed it for my face. And while I sat alone on the wooden bench I considered reaching and grabbing a few. It wouldn’t give me the high I needed, but it would make it just like any other fight. I hadn’t won in over two years without slipping some pills beforehand.

  I don’t need them, I told myself. I walked over to the mirror above the sinks and looked at myself. My eye would never be completely back to the way it was. Reconstructive surgery can only fix so much. But it was a reminder of what had been. I felt a little bit like a monster, but that was the old me. Looking at the other side of my face, the clear tanned skin, the dark blue eyes, that was the new me. And that was the me I would be with Sloane going forward. No more pushing away, I was here to fight. For her, and for me.

  Leo opened the door just a crack behind me and called in, “You ready, kid?”

  I inhaled through my nose and clenched my fists under the wraps. “Damn straight.”

  I put in my mouth guard and I followed him out, raising my arms as the crowd cheered around me. I lived for this. I got up into the ring within seconds and looked at the guy in front of me. He was only about three inches taller than I was, with a similar build. This certainly wasn’t the guy that Georgie was using in the underground. Those two had been gigantic, didn’t even look like regular human beings. But this guy? He was beatable.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw Leo nodding to me lifting up his right hand to signal that I should open with my right hook. If I was fast enough I could block this guy’s first punch and get him in the side of the face before he even knew what was coming.

  I heard the whistle blow, and the crowd around me was drowned out. The only thing I could hear was the beating of my own heart. Just as Leo had anticipated, the guy came at me first and I dodged him, standing back up and landing a right hook directly under his chin. He kicked me in the left side where I had broken those ribs, and I winced under the pain. But it was just pain. I could do this, without the pills. I backed up, giving some space between us and waiting for him to advance. When he finally did, I set off a roundhouse kick that got him right in the head. He was on the ground in a second—I heard the thump of his body hitting the floor. I sat on top of him and gave him a few more good punches in the face as I heard Leo yell, “Get him kid! Show ‘em what you’re made of.”

  I landed one more good face shot before the ref pulled me off him. I turned around to look into the crowd and saw Georgie standing with a very unhappy look on his face. His guy was about to get beat, and he knew it.

  The whistle blew again, and this time the guy advanced too fast for me to set my hands before he landed a blow to my face. My head was pounding but I kept going. I pushed ahead, putting us into a lock. After the ref separated us, I bounced around the cage a bit trying to figure out my next move. I wanted to look at Leo, but I didn’t want to lose eye contact with my opponent. He would take that opportunity to strike.

  But he wasn’t as smart as I was. He looked at Georgie, who made a kicking motion, but I ran at him. A direct punch between his eyes and he was flat on his back, almost out cold. I knew what that meant. I was the victor. The referee held my arm up in the air and the crowd cheered my name. I ran down from the cage and searched
the crowd for Sloane, finding her standing right next to Leo, who was clapping with a huge smile on his face. He was always proud of me, and I was lucky for that.

  “You won!” She screamed. “Oh my God Jordan, you won!”

  I took out my mouth guard and spit out a little extra blood before wrapping my hands around her face and kissing her with all the force I had just had in the cage. I won the fight. In the cage, and for her heart.

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  MISCONCEPTION

  Book One

  1

  December, 2011

  His lips brushed against my collarbone and I inhaled the sweet smell of his shampoo. Blake always smelled amazing, and he always felt like home. His mouth continued to move down over my skin, his lips barely touching the flesh of my breasts. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here—I was supposed to be at home. I promised my mother that the minute I got back in town from school I would go straight to their house, but I didn't. I was a rebel; Blake made me that way. I dragged my fingers back and forth along the satiny sheets and reveled in his touch. His lips trailed down my skin and he left sweet kisses along my stomach. As he reached my underwear he slowly tugged them down, watching me hungrily with his dark blue eyes. He was waiting for a reaction, but I wouldn't give him one yet. I lay naked against the white sheets, my tanned body positioned so that that he knew he could have all of me. I was exposed.

  “You should come back from school more often.” He murmured into the flesh of my upper thigh.

  “Well if you treated me like this every time I came home…” I countered sarcastically.

  He smiled as he moved back up over my body, placing a hand on either side of me; like he owned me. There was no escape from Blake Finnegan.

  I dragged my fingers along the front of his naked chest, stopping just above his boxers, the only thing stopping us from what I knew would be mind blowing sex. Sex with Blake was like taking my body to a whole new level. It was something I had never experienced before. We hadn’t been dating very long, getting together right before I left for college, but there was something so enticing about him that I had ignored the college boys in order to come home and feel his lips against mine.

  I watched him as he regarded my breasts; he took one hand and drew small circles around my nipples, waiting for me to arch my back towards him like he knew I would. He didn't have to wait long. I pulled myself up to him and wrapped my arms around his naked back, feeling the strong muscles rippling beneath his skin. I pushed my hand down his back and yanked off his boxers to reveal his erection.

  Before I got them down very far, he was in me. As he entered deeper I let go of his body I grabbed a fistful of sheet in either hand. He pumped in and out, filling me completely. He pushed his hips into mine as we moved back and forth while he stayed between my spread knees. My body began to tingle and I knew I was close to the edge. I could feel my toes curling in anticipation of my impending orgasm. I attempted to keep my eyes open to watch his fierceness as we made love. That was one way to describe Blake: fierce.

  His hips began to pump harder as he pushed himself farther into me, focusing his thrusts directly on my G-spot. The tingling of my body increased and I knew that I was getting close to my climax. I pushed my hips hard up to him as a moan escaped my lips.

  “Not yet,” he smiled. “I have more for you.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

  Pulling my hips to his he lifted up his torso and sat back on his knees while pulling my ass off the bed. He shoved into me harder and with his now free hands began to slowly tug on my erect nipples. He then picked up his right hand licked his fingers and proceeded to rub my clit as his thrusts started to become harder. His fingers began to move in a fast circular motion and I knew I was a goner. As my first explosion hit I tossed my head back in ecstasy, but he continued to push me further. I was always right on the edge with Blake, between pain and pleasure. It was where he liked to keep me, and it was where I craved to be kept.

  I turned my hands and pushed myself up on them so that our lips barely brushed against each other. I turned my head and suckled on his neck, allowing my teeth to hardly touch him. Reaching up further, I nibbled on his ear lobe. I heard his breath quicken in my ear and he continued to thrust up into me. I used my legs to bounce on his hard cock. He called out as I made my pace more rapid.

  “Fuck!” I felt his warm cum fill my wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and he held both of us up with his strong arms. Slowly he lowered us so that my back was once again against the pillows. We were both breathing heavily, trying to regain oxygen in our unstable bodies.

  Blake whispered in my ear, “I love fucking you.”

  “I love hearing you say that.”

  I protested as he pulled himself off of me, instead cradling my body within his so that we were intertwined.

  “All that I want to do is stay here, but I promised my parents I’d go straight home. Mind if I take a quick shower?”

  He took his fingers and trailed them down my body, starting at my shoulder going all the way down my curves to my upper thigh. “Only if you let me join you.”

  I turned over at him, smiling. “That would really kind of defeat the purpose Blake. I need to stop smelling like sex before go to my parents’ house.”

  He smiled at me and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues intertwining just like our bodies had. “You know where the bathroom is.”

  I quickly kissed him on the forehead and grabbed my clothes. As always, I wished it was just connected to his room; no one else used it anyway. I looked both ways but I didn't see anyone, so I dashed down the hall past the pictures of his judgment filled family members. I always hated being naked outside of Blake's room—something about being in someone's parents’ house set me off. I burst through the bathroom door and closed it behind me, taking a deep breath in relief that my escape had not met any obstacles. When I opened my eyes, however, I saw something I had never expected. Standing completely naked in front of the mirror was Blake's older brother, Slade.

  He was thicker than Blake, with bigger arms and a broader chest. He was also a postgrad, whereas Blake and I were only freshman in college. He looked at me wide-eyed underneath chocolaty brown bangs while his toothbrush dropped out of his hand and fell into the sink.

  “Slade! What the hell are you doing in here?”

  He didn't even bother to cover himself as he tried to recover his confidence and smugly leaned against the counter. “I could ask you the same question, Lena.”

  “Fuck my life.”

  “Nice rack.”

  I used the clothes in my hand to cover myself. “You’re a damn pig, do you know that?”

  “Hey you’re the one who's naked in my bathroom. I live here, don't forget that.”

  But that was the thing; Slade didn't live in his family's home anymore. He had his own apartment right at the beach. We had spent so many nights there having bonfires, drinking, and partying. It was where I had lost my virginity only six months prior.

  “But you don't live here.”

  He frowned at me. “Oh, didn’t my little brother tell you? They found mold in my apartment, so I’m staying here until it's fixed. I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other throughout the holidays.” He looked me up and down, assessing my curves. Slade made me feel exposed, but not in a way that I liked. Although I couldn't deny the heat spreading from my pussy, I didn't know if it was my rece
nt encounter with Blake or his big brother standing in front of me. I tried not to look down at his cock but couldn't help myself. Especially when it started to twitch with excitement. He was bigger than Blake for sure, and everything about him was more robust.

  I stood there in silence, unsure what to do with myself. If I moved, Slade would get to see all of me; if I didn't, I felt like we could stand here staring at each other forever.

  “Well I'm guessing you came in here for something?”

  I nodded slowly. “I just needed to take a quick shower.”

  He extended his hand to the see-through glass shower. “Take your time, sweetheart. I'll be out in just a minute.” He turned back towards the mirror and continued brushing his teeth.

  I raised an eyebrow at him, “Two can play this game.” I dropped my clothes and walked over to the shower, turned it on, and hopped inside. I knew the steam would quickly fill up the glass and he wouldn’t be able to see through anyway. But as he finished brushing his teeth I noticed he couldn't hide his excitement or the fact that he kept looking in the mirror in order to catch a glimpse of my naked body. As he spat out his toothpaste the steam finally began to cover me. Then right before he left, he turned around and played his final hand.

  “You better wash your hair.”

  “Why?” I asked, confused by his sudden interest in my hygiene.

  “Well because if you were in my bed I'd be yanking the shit out of your hair when I was fucking you from behind. Little Blake doesn’t do that?”