DS Fight Club Box Set (Volumes 0-3)

by Josie Kerr

  “What, what? You are. I don’t know how to explain it. You just are.”

  “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” Colin propped himself up on an elbow. “Bailey, why wouldn’t I be serious when I said that you were the sexiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on? I mean, look at you.”

  “Because look at me. I’ve got stretch marks and bird legs and a huge belly. What?”

  “This is sexy.” He kissed her belly. “This is sexy.” He kissed behind her knee. “These are sexy.” He gripped one full breast in his hand. “And this is beautiful.” He kissed her mouth. He balanced his head on his hand while he stroked her hip with the back of his hand.

  “I want to make you feel beautiful, Bailey,” Colin murmured in her ear. He kissed her neck. “Please let me.”

  “I want you to, Colin.”

  Colin blessed her with another shy smile. Bailey patted the couch, signaling him to come a bit closer again.

  He stroked her hair and kissed her, skimming his hand over her belly and slipping his fingers under the waistband of her shorts to cup her mound, causing her to sigh. Bailey’s eyes slipped closed when his fingers fluttered over her nub and she moaned when his fingers slid over her folds. He pressed into her slit, dragging a thick finger quickly in and out of her core, and making her gasp.

  “Ugh. I have to get these off,” he said. “They’re chafing something fierce.”

  Colin raised his hips off the couch and pulled off his jeans and underwear in one move. Bailey eyed him, and he grinned. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, teasing Bailey and making her giggle again. After he removed the button down, he pulled his undershirt off in that one-handed way that men do. He perched, naked, on the couch, his knees drawn up and his elbows on his knees, and looked at Bailey.

  “Would you stand up for me?” she asked.

  Colin winked and stood up without further prompting. Bailey sat up straight, all her attention on the big naked fighter in front of her. Now this was a man. Holy wow!

  Colin stood in front of her, hands relaxed to his sides like he was used to standing naked for display. Bailey guessed that he kind of was. Those little fight shorts that he wore didn’t cover much. His body was big all over–big arms, big legs, and big chest. When Bailey allowed her eyes to follow the prominent V at his hips, she confirmed what she suspected–yep, big all over.

  When Colin caught the direction of her hot look, he grinned and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m pretty proportional.”

  Bailey laughed and then bit her lip, turning shy. “Turn around, please. I wanna see your tush.”

  Colin grinned again, and turned around, cocking a hip to one side and flexing his glutes. Bailey giggled. He made some more body builder poses, then looked over his shoulder.

  “Had enough of an eyeful for now?”

  “Oh yeah. Come here, Colin.”

  Colin climbed onto the couch and gathered Bailey in his arms. She rubbed her hands over his head, his face, and his chest.

  “You’re right, you are very stubbly.”

  “Yeah, sorry. That’s one thing I’m really not gonna miss at all about competing. I hate the shaving. Not really the shaving, but the growing back stage. It’s damn itchy.”

  Colin kissed her mouth, cheeks, and neck, making his way down her body to slide her shorts down her legs and stopping to kiss behind her knees. Then he slipped her sleep shirt over her head.

  “Bailey, you are even more gorgeous than I imagined.” Bailey smiled shyly as Colin ran his gaze greedily over her.

  “You imagined me? Naked?” Really?

  “I’ve been imagining you since I first met you, Bailey.”

  He laid down beside her, stretching out his long body. He repeated his movements from earlier, marveling at how lush Bailey’s body was. When he moved his hand to cup her mound, she automatically spread her legs. His fingers danced over her softness, teasing her. Bailey sighed and hummed.

  Colin pulled a throw pillow from the end of the couch and slid it under her hips. He moved in between Bailey’s legs, kissing up one calf and inner thigh while he stroked her softness. He nipped the inside of her thigh, which made her jump and shiver.

  He placed a soft kiss on her mound, and then a stronger one. He flicked his tongue against her slit, darting in and around her softness. Right when Bailey thought she was going to die from anticipation, Colin thrust his tongue into her core and ran his thumb over her nub.

  “Oh, God, Bailey, you are so sweet.” Colin’s words vibrated against her, making her ache even more. He kissed her sweetly, then darted his deeply tongue within. Bailey rubbed his shorn head while he licked and nipped and sucked on her.

  “I need more. Now, Colin. Now,” Bailey panted. Colin chuckled, sending another set of maddening vibrations through her mound. When Colin pushed in his thick middle finger, she sucked in a breath.

  “Bailey, if you don’t like something, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll stop.” Colin moved up the couch so that he could kiss the side of her neck, but he left his hand where it was. “The one thing you need to know is that I would never hurt you or do anything you didn’t want me to do.” Bailey sucked in a shuddering breath, barely containing her orgasm.

  “I trust you, Colin.” She looked deeply in Colin’s eyes, willing him to believe her. “I trust you.” She kissed his mouth as a signal that he shouldn’t stop.

  With one big hand caressing her and the other gripping her hip, Colin returned his attention to that soft area nestled between her thighs. He flicked one of her nipples until she told him it was too much, then he merely cupped her breast in his hand. He rocked his fingers back and forth, sliding into her little by little as he rolled his thumb against her clitoris.

  “Oh, holy crap,” she moaned.

  Bailey grabbed Colin’s head, digging her fingers into his scalp and tugging on what little hair he had. The stubble on his chest and face scraped deliciously against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Colin’s moans and grunts were driving her wild.

  He raised his head up, causing Bailey to suck in a breath, so great was her desperation for relief. “Bailey, babydoll, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. Are you ready?” he panted.

  Bailey looked at Colin’s erection. The engorged, dark red head of his cock peeked out from where he had his fist wrapped tightly around it.

  Bailey answered by using one hand to press his more firmly against her swollen nub and running the thumb of her other lightly over the head of his cock. Colin sucked in a ragged breath.

  “Oh, God, Bailey,” was all Colin could say as he exploded, her body answering him by gripping his fingers while he covered her hand with his while he spent. He thrust his fingers in her once, twice, and a third time to carry her into oblivion with him.

  After it was over, Colin cradled her neck in one hand and the other hand he rested on her bump, kissing and nuzzling her.

  “Holy fuck,” he said with a laugh. “Damn. Where are your washcloths, Bailey? I need to clean you up.”

  “Um, uh…”

  Colin laughed again and pushed himself off the sofa and treated Bailey to the view of his big, naked body strolling through her living room.

  She heard him busying himself in the bathroom, and when he entered the living room, Bailey didn’t bother to hide her gawking. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled shyly, and knelt down beside her and began gently and sweetly cleaning her up.

  Colin was wiping her belly when he felt a sharp nudge and her belly rolled underneath his hand. He gasped, his eyes wide with amazement.

  Bailey laughed outright at him, her eyes twinkling.

  “Watch,” she said.

  Colin pulled his hand away and sat up, looking at her in wonder. Soon her belly began to undulate, a lump rippling across it and settling on the side. Bailey touched the lump affectionately.

  “That’s either her head or her butt.”

  “You’re
having a girl for sure?”

  “Yeah, they’re pretty sure it’s a girl.”

  Colin watched her belly for a few more moments, fascinated.

  “She gets real active at night because my walking around isn’t lulling her to sleep.”

  “That is so...cool.” He grinned at her and placed a big hand on the lump that was the baby. He kissed Bailey’s belly, and then he kissed her cheek and mouth. “So cool.”

  Colin pulled Bailey down to nestle her to his chest, and continued holding tightly onto her, kissing her hair and her neck. He wasn’t at all sure what he was feeling, but he knew it something different than he had ever previously experienced.

  “Colin. Colin, honey, you’re crushing me. And I need to go take care of some woman things, sweetie.”

  “Oh, sorry. I think I fell asleep.” Colin let go of Bailey’s much smaller body. “Sorry,” he repeated.

  “It’s fine. I actually liked it until I had to pee. Be right back and you can go back to crushing me.” Bailey kissed him on the forehead.

  When she got back into the living room, she found Colin sitting up on the couch, pulling his shirt on.

  “What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna stay?”

  A look of sweet relief passed over Colin’s features. He licked his lips and blew out a breath. “I…didn’t know if you would want…”

  Bailey rolled her eye and huffed an exasperated breath. “Good Lord, Colin. You’re ridiculous.” She held out her hand. “Come with me, honey.”

  Colin grinned that shy grin of his, and allowed her to lead him into the bedroom.

  “I am gonna get ready for bed,” she said, and she closed the bathroom door.

  Oh. My. God. Bailey Jenkins, what are you thinking?

  She looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright and she looked better than she had in months. Huh.

  “Okay, Bailey,” she said to her reflection. “Enjoy this for what it is, okay? Just enjoy it.”

  When Bailey bustled back into the bedroom, she found Colin under the covers of the unmade bed. She grinned and climbed into the bed, burrowing under the blankets to cuddle into his huge body.

  “Thank you, Colin. I needed that.”

  “I needed it, too, Bailey. Thank you, too.” Colin kissed her softly on the mouth. “I made sure the alarm is set. We don’t want to be late for the wedding.”

  “No, we don’t,” she chuckled, snuggling into his chest.

  They fell asleep, wrapped around each other.

  Chapter Six

  “Only a few more pictures, okay?” Ashley said from behind the camera. She looked through the lens and then dropped the camera away from her face when she saw the grimaces of the bride and groom through the viewfinder. “Really? Y’all’re are just wimps.”

  “Ashley, I’m the bride and I say, ‘enough,’ okay?” Em accentuated her demand with a little foot stomp.

  “Oh, man. The foot stomp. Em means business,” Bailey muttered under her breath. With amusement, she watched the two friends face off, Em looking very pretty in vintage-style dress, flats, and a small fascinator, and Ashley towering over her in a pair of four-inch designer stilettos and a figure-fitting red suit.

  “Did I just see Em stomp her foot?” Rory asked.

  “Yep, you sure did.”

  “Shite.”

  “I take it that’s bad?” Colin had never seen Em truly angry, even when she had to testify about the incident with Tripp.

  “Oh, yeah, it’s bad. Em’s the type that’s easy going until she isn’t, and then Lord knows what’s going to happen when she blows. I’ve seen her lose her cool a few times, and it’s not pretty.”

  “Ashley, love, give it a break. We’re going to be late for the luncheon,” Rory said, smoothly stepping in and trying to defuse the tension between the two women.

  “Rory, you do not get to be the boss today,” Ashley said. “This is Em’s day…”

  “Yes, it is, and I say, no more pictures.” Another foot stomp.

  “Em, I am just…” Ashley’s words were swallowed by Rory covering her mouth with his and physically removing the camera from her hands. Mick, who had wisely chosen to remain silent during this whole affair, took the opportunity to kiss his new wife.

  Rory removed his mouth and look at Ashley. “Are you going to behave, love?”

  “What? I…what?” Ashley stammered.

  “Good girlie,” Rory said with a wink and a squeeze of Ashley’s backside. He stepped back before he could be sideswiped, and announced, again, that everyone needed to head to the restaurant.

  “That was really nice, wasn’t it?” Bailey said after she and Colin returned to the duplex.

  “Yeah, it was,” Colin said. “They seem really happy. And by this afternoon, they’re going to have a baby! Lots of changes, huh?”

  “Yeah,” Bailey said, with a small smile on her face. “I’m gonna go get out of this dress. I’ll be back in a few, Colin.”

  “Wait a moment before you change, Bailey,” Colin murmured in her ear. “I want to take a good look at you.”

  Bailey stood by the couch in the living room, and Colin sat down in a chair opposite her.

  “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful today than you were last night. Come here to me, please.” Colin held out his hand.

  Bailey approached him, and stepped into the space between his knees. She stroked her fingers across his jaw. Colin ran his hand behind Bailey’s knee and up her thigh, under the skirt of her dress. He snaked his hand higher and his eyes opened wide when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

  “The hose cover the panty lines, and I wasn’t going to wear the hose with runs in them, so I didn’t wear panties.” She shrugged.

  “Thank God I didn’t know that before. I bet there’s some sort of rule about having a hard-on during a wedding ceremony.”

  “That didn’t stop Mick,” Bailey laughed.

  “Oh God, you noticed too. Poor Mickey. Ashley’s gonna kill him if it shows up in the pictures.” Colin tried not to laugh, but ended up guffawing. He looked at his watch, and then at Bailey.

  “You in a hurry, Colin?” she asked, somewhat regretfully. She wanted to spend more time with him.

  “Oh, no, not in a hurry at all. Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

  “No, Rory closed the office today. I’m free all afternoon,” Bailey said with a grin.

  Colin looked at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “That could be fun…”

  Bailey took a deep breath and stepped closer to him. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She bent down and placed a soft kiss on his mouth.

  “Oh,” was all Colin said as Bailey stroked the back of his head. He reached up and touched her cheek.

  They stayed right where they were, just looking at each other and shyly touching.

  “Colin.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Let me... I want...” Bailey gulped and blew out a breath and said, not looking at him. “I want you in my mouth.”

  Colin pulled her close and pressed his lips to her belly before he rested his head on the bump. “You don’t have to do that, Bailey.”

  “What if I want to?”

  She dragged her nails lightly against his scalp, and Colin leaned fully into her, reveling in the feel of her hands on his head.

  Colin raised his head and gave her a shy grin. “Well, if it’s something you want to do, I probably shouldn’t deny you the pleasure.”

  Bailey slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it over her head. She was feeling a bit self-conscious and wanton, standing in only her bra in the middle of the living room during the broad daylight, but the appreciative look on Colin’s face banished any doubts she had.

  He reached out his hand and touched the soft material of her bra with two fingers.

  “Turn around, I’ll help you take that off.”

  Bailey
did as he asked, and soon felt Colin unhook her bra, his fingers lingering over the soft skin of her back. Bailey looked over her shoulder and grinned.

  “Stop. Freeze just like that,” Colin said softly. “Right there. That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Bailey. Truthfully.”

  He spent a few moments running his hands over her back and her bare bottom before kissing each plump cheek. Colin’s fingers danced over the front of Bailey’s thighs, wandering nearer and nearer to the soft curls that covered her mound. She caught his hands and pressed them against her hips.

  “Colin, I was going to put you in my mouth. Stop distracting me with your magic fingers.”

  Bailey patted his hands and turned around to face him.

  “Oh, I made a mistake,” Colin said. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” And he leaned forward to lightly kiss the space between her thighs.

  Colin let out a big sigh as he rested his forehead on her belly. Bailey smoothed her hands over the back of his head and neck, and then gently tugged his head up. She ran her thumbs over his eyebrows and her fingers over his cheeks, and she sank down to her knees.

  Bailey pushed Colin back against the back of the chair and nudged his legs apart. She cupped his erection through his trousers. Dear Lord.

  She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoned it. She also pulled his undershirt up, exposing his rippled abdominals. Making quick work of the button and zipper, Bailey spread his flies, exposing the bulge in his boxer briefs. She palmed the bulge and softly gripped his balls. Colin laid his head back and groaned.

  Bailey grasped the tops of his boxer briefs and started working them down over his hips, pulling and tugging until he thrust his hips upwards so she could pull his trousers down.

  His cock sprang out of his briefs with a slap on his belly, making Bailey giggle, her laughter causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle.

  “Oh, no. This is my favorite view,” Colin said. “You naked, kneeling between my legs, and laughing hard enough to make those boobies bounce? Yeah, definitely my favorite.”

  “Did you just say ‘boobies’?” Bailey asked with another laugh.