by JL Davis
Nathan comes back to bed. I can’t wait. I need to ask. “So, was that Derek?”
“Yes. He had a great idea that isn’t illegal at all. He suggested I miss the next fight, making up an excuse about not having a babysitter or something and having his friend that happens to be a cop bust the ring.”
“Don’t you think if you’re not there and then he gets busted that you had something to do with it?” His face falls. “You men think you’re so smart, but you never cover all the bases. That will never work.”
“It would. Even if he did think it was me he’d be in jail. What could he do?”
“Do you want to take that risk?”
“Fuck, Brittany, I just wanna be done. You’re killing me.”
“I get that, but you have to be smart about this. Think about your son.”
“That’s all I think about,” he sighs. “And you,” he whispers, cuddling into my side. I can feel him. He’s hard and pressing into my hip.
“I have to get ready for work, Nathan.” I nudge him away.
“Aw. Come on. We have time before you go. You can be a little late.”
“No. I can’t. Jessa’s coming in late today. Her and Alex have an appointment to pick out a cake for the wedding.”
“Oh. Ok then.” He bats his eyes at me. He’s so adorable.
“You’re ridiculous,” I huff, getting up to dress, making sure to do so in front of him. He groans and covers his face with the sheet.
“I’ll miss you,” he mumbles.
I pull the sheet down and kiss him before I leave. “I’ll call you after work.” Nathan nods.
Things between Nathan and I seem to have gotten serious rather quickly. I have feelings for him and I can see myself loving him and Kayson. That little boy has a special place in my heart already. I worry for Nathan, about everything he’s dealing with since we’ve gotten together. I hope he can make the right decisions and do what’s best for him and his son. I’m concerned about his plan with Derek. I don’t want them doing something stupid that they’ll regret. I’ll do anything to help him out of this mess, but only if it doesn’t backfire on any of us.
“Oh my God, Brittany!” Jessa says, busting through the door scaring the shit out of me.
“What the fuck, Jessa. Don’t do that. I could’ve had a heart attack.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She giggles. “Wait until you see the cake we picked out. It’s amazing!”
“You didn’t take any pictures to show me?” I pout.
“No. Sorry.” She frowns. “So, what’s new?” She’s fishing for info about me and Nathan. I know it.
“Oh, not much. I got a couple of calls for materials for upcoming jobs. That’s about it.”
“You know that’s not at all what I’m asking about. Now spill. I’ve hardly talked to you.”
“We’re good. There’s not much to tell.”
“There’s not? Is he that bad?” She grins.
“I will say that he’s extremely good with his tongue.” We both laugh.
“Okay, ladies. Please.” Alex comes in startling us both. “I don’t want to hear shit like that in the office or at all actually when it concerns my niece,” Alex says. I look at Jessa and can’t hold back. I die laughing and Jessa joins in. It’s like we’re in high school again.
After I hear Alex’s door close I continue. “He is amazing. I can’t believe I waited this long. I could have been having these mind-blowing orgasms months ago.”
“Huh. Well at least you finally gave him a chance and it wasn’t too late and some other girl snatched him up. He’s quite the catch with those green eyes, and let’s not forget to mention those strong, tattooed arms.” She looks in the air as if she’s fanaticizing about him.
“Hey!” I yell, startling her. “You’re getting married, remember? And to my uncle. Leave my man alone.”
“Sorry. I still have a pulse ya know.” She fans herself.
“Well, he’s mine.”
“I know and I’m glad to hear it. Someone’s gotta put up with you, the poor guy,” she laughs.
“Hey,” I say, throwing a pen at her.
On my way home, I get a call from Nathan. “Hey, baby. I have a fight tonight. Do you want to come?”
“Who’s gonna keep Kayson?”
“Derek offered to keep him for me. Are you okay coming without him being with you?”
“I guess so. I don’t need a babysitter, Nathan. I can take care of myself. I just hate seeing you get hit. It makes me want to cut their balls off.”
Nathan chuckles. “I know you do and I’d love to see that actually, but this should be the last fight that you’ll ever see me in again. I promise.”
“Okay. Yes, I’ll go. What time should I be at your house?”
“Any time. We’re having tacos tonight, if you’d like to come for dinner.”
“That sounds amazing. You had me at tacos.”
“Great! See ya soon,” he says, but not hanging up yet.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Why?”
“I don’t know. It just seemed like maybe you needed to say something else.”
“I did, well I do. I’ll tell you soon, though.”
“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”
Nathan meets me at the door with a smile that’s not quite right.
“What’s wrong?”
“The autopsy came back. It didn’t take long once they got the blood tests back. Tonya overdosed on her sleeping medication. They’d also found a suicide note. It wasn’t hard to determine the results.”
“I’m so sorry Nathan. What can I do?”
“Her parents have called the funeral home and are having her body sent back home to be buried with her family. I went today to say my goodbyes.”
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. You should’ve called me.”
“It was okay. I needed to do it on my own. I hope you understand.”
“I do, completely.” I hug him and kiss his neck. “Do you really want to fight tonight?”
Nathan huffs. “I don’t have much of a choice. Now let’s go inside and eat. Supper’s just about finished.”
Kayson runs up to me hugging my legs. “Brit-ey!”
I scoop him up into my arms and give him an eskimo kiss. I don’t yet feel comfortable kissing his little face. “Are you hungry, buddy?”
“Eat! Eat! Eat!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, carrying him into the kitchen where Nathan is making our plates. I stand there watching him as he moves through the kitchen. He’s just amazing. Everything he’s been through, all this bullshit and heartache and he continues to be the best father he can.
Nathan looks up, seeing us in the doorway and smiles. “Ready to eat?”
“Yes. Starved.” My eyes say what my mouth can’t at the moment. I want to make him feel good, take his mind off everything he’s been through.
“Come.” He winks. That fucker. He got me at my game.
After dinner, I help Nathan clean up the kitchen. He then gets Kayson to bed. We have about an hour before Derek comes over. Nathan gets his fight clothes on and we cuddle on the couch.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, running my fingers along the inside of his thigh.
“Okay, I guess.”
“I can make you feel better.” I kiss him tenderly, our tongues mingling together for a moment. I pull away slowly, kissing down his neck, licking down his hard chest and around his nipples, causing him to flinch. I continue my torture kissing down his stomach, the patch of hair tickling my nose. I reach in his waist band, dragging his shorts down just enough to free his bulging erection.
I consider his anxious eyes in the dim lighting. He wants this as much as he needs it. I’m happy to release some of the built-up tension, take his mind off everything, even for just a bit.
My eyes still locked on his beautiful face as I lick the tip. His eyes smoldering, staring down at me, watching every movement I make. I wrap my lips around the
glistening head slowly, causing him to release a slow, steady hiss.
Nathan wraps his fingers around my hair, attempting to take some control of the situation. Normally, I wouldn’t allow this. I don’t mind him setting the pace, but usually a man gets too into it and I end up gagging. I know they love that and it builds up their confidence, but it also kills the moment for me. I’ll do it for him though. He needs some control of this roller coaster ride he’s been on lately.
Nathan begins thrusting upward into my mouth. I clamp down around him and he groans with pleasure. He picks up the pace, thrusting faster, now panting. I fondle his balls with one hand, one finger pressing firmly behind them in that soft, sensitive spot. I wonder what he’d do if I put pressure on his no-go zone. I don’t want to freak him out, so I’ll wait for another night, maybe when he’s drunk.
“Brittany, I’m close.” He tries to pull away and I suck harder. He moans loudly. “Brittany.” I continue sucking and going so deep my nose touches his stomach. Both his hands fist in my hair as he loses control. I know he’s close to orgasming and I fell his legs begin to shake.
“Fuck. Brittany,” he moans loudly. The warmth floods the back of my throat. I quickly swallow. I mean come on, the taste of jizz is fucking gross, but I’ll do it because I... I care about him. Fuck.
I sit up and watch him as his chest rises and falls quickly, trying to catch his breath. “Do you feel better now?”
“I do. I think you’re my new medicine.”
“Glad I could help.” I lean forward and kiss him before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth, touchup my lipstick and brush my hair.
That was perfect timing. I hear the doorbell ring, which means Derek’s here and it’s time for us to go. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom.
Derek winks and giggles. “What?” I ask, looking between them.
“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking it’s a good thing I didn’t get here a few minutes earlier is all.” He laughs.
“Fuck you, Derek,” I laugh.
“Thanks, man. We’ll be back later. There’s food in the fridge and some Cokes in the crisper. Kayson shouldn’t wake up, but if he does just give him a sippy cup of milk and he’ll be fine. The remote is on the coffee table. Do not order any porn,” Nathan says, narrowing his eyes.
“Okay, kill-joy. I got it. Everything will be fine.”
I hope this is the last time we have to come here. I hate it. As usual, it’s packed. We walk through the doors and even though I’m walking right beside Nathan, a few slutty groupies come running up to him. They’re so fucking fake, from their eyelashes, hair extensions, and boobs. I mean, what the fuck happened to people just being who they are? Why try to be someone you’re not? I just don’t get it.
One of them puts her hand on Nathan’s chest and giggles, wishing him good luck with her hand still there. Like, hello bitch! Do you not fucking see me standing here? I’ve had enough. Brittany is about to come out and play.
“Uh, he doesn’t need luck, sweetie.” I say sarcastically, slapping her hand away.
She narrows her eyes on my me. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I would be his girlfriend. That’s who the fuck I am.” I look her over with disgust. “Now, take your fake-ass everything and walk away. Find someone who’s desperate enough to give you the time of day.” I grin. Her face turns beet red. She huffs and walks away, too stupid to have a comeback for me. Dumb bitch.
“Wow. That was fucking hot. I love your sassy side. I miss seeing it, now that you actually liiiike me,” he teases.
“Oh I can get sassy for you if you’d like. She’s done pissed me off. Everybody better watch the fuck out,” I say, pulling him in possessively for a kiss, hoping these trashy bitches are paying attention. I will fight for him. He is mine.
Jeff makes his appearance with his fake-ass smile and cheap-ass suit. With all that money, you’d think he’d attempt to look less like a douchebag.
He announces the fighters and allows everyone in. When he spots us, he walks over with a smile, as if the other night never happened. Oh, here we go. I’m not in the fucking mood for his shit.
“No Derek here with you tonight?” He looks at Nathan. “No. I don’t need him here. He’s my friend, Jeff, not a bodyguard. Something you used to be before the money went to your head.”
“Come on, Nathan. It’s not like that.”
“Isn’t it? You botched that last fight for the money. What if he would have beat my ass? Huh? Would you have fucking cared? Yeah, I guess you would have because you’d have lost a lot of fucking money. Maybe I’ll lose tonight. You never know.”
“Is that a threat? Don’t fuck with my money, Nathan!” he yells as we walk away.
“See. You just proved my point.”
Inside, Nathan glances around the room then turns to me. “Are you gonna be alright? How about you come to the front tonight, so I can see you?”
“You won’t see me. If you do that means you’re not focused, but yes, if it makes you feel better I’ll stand up front.”
“Great. Let’s go so I can go to the back and prepare for the match. I think I’m in the second match tonight.”
We’re now standing beside the announcer booth, which is only a crappy folding table. This place is a shit hole. “I gotta get back there. Stay right here until it’s over.” He hugs me, claiming me with a kiss just as I did him outside.
“Knock em’ dead.” I wink, trying to catch my breath after that show he just put on for everyone.
As he walks away, I see Jeff stalking us. Once Nathan is backstage he comes up beside me. “So, you guys look serious. Is it?”
“Why do you fucking care?”
“What is wrong with you? What happened to the sweet girl in the office? I want her back”
“There is nothing wrong with me. When you use my boyfriend to any extreme just for you to benefit from it, I have a problem with that.” My eyes now sending daggers into him. “And when you disrespect Nathan, I lose all respect for you. You won’t get the sweet Brittany back. You’ve never had her and you never will.”
Jeff chuckles as if this is a fucking joke to him and walks away, grabbing the mic to announce the first fight. He makes me fucking sick.
Once the fight begins, it should be a good time to go get something to drink. I need something strong. Now.
There are a few people roaming the halls. I’m careful and watch my surroundings. I need to hurry back so I don’t get the third degree if Nathan notices I’m gone.
I walk up to the concession and see all they have is water or beer. Great.
An older man is behind the counter and notices me and walks over. “What can I get ya, little lady?”
“I guess I’ll have a Michelob Ultra please.”
“Coming right up. That will be eight-fifty.” Fuck me. This is ridiculous. I hand him the money and take my beer, heading back inside. I can’t get the damn top off.
Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and pulls me off to the side.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell.
Jeff squeezes a bit tighter. “You need to cut the shit, Brittany. I see the way you look at me.”
“You mean the look that says ‘if looks could kill’? Those looks? You’re insane.” I try to jerk my arm away, dropping my beer on the floor. He grips tighter, pressing me into the wall. “Get the fuck off me!” I yell.
“You want me, Brittany. Just say it.” He releases me, but has me pressed into the wall so hard that I can’t move. He runs one hand up my dress. I attempt to scream, but he covers my mouth with his other hand. He’s much stronger than me. Tears fill my eyes as I begin to panic. His hand skims my pussy and I try to close my legs, but his are between them, forcing them open for him. No one knows I’m out here. No one knows I need help. I don’t know what to do. I can hardly see with the all the tears streaming down my face.
“No panties. I like that a lot.” I attempt to scream again, his hand still covering my mouth, muffling my
cries for help.
“Brittany! Brittany!” I hear Nathan screaming my name. It startles Jeff and gives me the chance to knee him in the balls. He drops to the floor in the fetal position in pain. I kick him again while he’s down. “I’m here. Please help me.” I cry, as I collapse to the floor a few feet away from Jeff. I know he can’t hurt me. I see Nathan coming toward me with worry all over his face.
“What’s wrong.” He drops to his knees with concern. He notices Jeff on the floor and stands quickly. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“It’s more like what did she do to me! That bitch kneed me in the balls. I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.”
Nathan kicks him once in the stomach and again in the face, dragging him to his feet and punching him in the face, knocking him out and dropping him on the floor. A crowd has begun to file in around us. A security guard shows up. Where the fuck was he a few minutes ago?
Nathan hurries back over to me, wrapping me in his arms. “Baby, please tell me you’re okay. Did he touch you?” I nod and he punches the brick wall.
A security guard walks over to us. “Ma’am are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“No,” I say, between sobs. “I’m okay.” The guard nods sympathetically and walks toward Jeff to check his pulse. He hasn’t moved since Nathan knocked him out. “Is he alive?” I ask, concerned. I’m not concerned for Jeff. I’m worried that Nathan may get into trouble if the bastard is dead. He should be dead.
“I have to call the police. Anyone who doesn’t want to be involved, I’d suggest you leave now,” the guard says.
Nathan picks me up off the floor and walks me to a corner so we’re alone. “Baby, what exactly did he do to you?” He looks as if he’s about to cry.
“He cornered me and forced me against the wall. He only grazed me. I wanted to scream, to run a way, but I couldn’t. He was too strong.”
“Why did you leave?”
Tears begin to fall again. “I was thirsty. I got a beer quickly and as walking back inside. That’s when he grabbed me. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have left. This wouldn’t have happened.”
“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now.” He hugs me, squeezing me so tight as if I might disappear. “This is the end of this shit. I’m done. Hopefully with the charges for sexual assault and this underground fight club, he will be gone for a very long time.”