Fighting For Your Touch (The Fighting Series Book 3)

by Nikki Ash

  I almost blurt out I have a recording of her confession safely locked away but decide to keep that information to myself. I can’t wait to see the look in her eyes on Friday. Looking at this nasty cunt all I want to do is get home to Hayley and Marco.

  “I’ll see you in court,” I say and then turn and walk out of the bar with the guys following after me. Luckily the cab driver is waiting for us in front of the bar, so we are able to get right in and give him the address to Bentley’s place, where all the women are.

  The entire ride is silent and I know they all heard the conversation. I’m not sure if I should bring it up or pretend it didn’t happen. I thought maybe Kayla would have told Bentley after I told her. I wouldn’t ask her to keep a secret from her husband but she insisted it would stay between us. I guess she meant what she said and didn’t tell him.

  Cooper pays the cab driver and as we are all walking up to Bentley’s house the three of them stop and wait for me to say something.

  “I don’t know what you guys want me to say.”

  “The truth,” Kaden says.

  “My dad fucked up, did some illegal insider trading, my stepmom found out and blackmailed me into having sex with her and other women for a few years. He died and left me everything. She is fighting with me over a couple of clubs.”

  “Damn, man. I honestly thought all those years you were gay,” Bentley says laughing.

  Cooper hits him in the stomach. “Look, what she did was shitty. I hate that you felt you had to hide it from us. We would have been there for you.”

  “You were. All three of you were. You barely knew me but you took me away from that place. The day you offered me a way out was the last time I had to have sex against my will. You three saved me. You just didn’t realize it. I will always be grateful to you guys.”

  Each one of them gives me a hug and I know nothing else ever has to be said. We have each other’s backs and always will.

  After everybody heads out and we say goodnight to Marco, I jump in the shower to rinse off. The thought of Gloria’s hands on me earlier at the bar makes me want to scrub my body until it’s raw. Once I am clean enough, I switch the water off, grab a towel and step out of the shower.

  When I look up from drying my bottom half off, Hayley is leaning against the bathroom sink wearing only a white lacy bra and matching panties looking fucking gorgeous. I can see her dark pink nipples poking out through the thin material and I want nothing more than to put my mouth on them… so I do. Dropping my towel I stalk over to her, pick her up and place her on top of the counter, then take one of her pert nipples in my mouth. I suck on it for a few seconds and then give the other one the same attention. Hayley moans loudly squeezing her legs together around me.

  “Baby, you have to be quiet. Marco just fell asleep.” She nods her head once in understanding.

  Taking both breasts out of the cups of her bra I bring them together and put both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time sucking hard. Her hands fist into my hair as she pulls my face even closer to her chest moaning softly.

  “Oh my god, Caleb. That feels so good.” She tries to whisper and I can’t help but chuckle. She sucks at staying quiet.

  Keeping my hands on her perfect breasts I begin to massage them softly, my fingers tweaking her nipples while my mouth moves to her neck. She moves her head to the side granting me access and I waste no time trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone. She squirms in pleasure tightening her legs once more. I back up a little bit and moving her panties to the side, insert a finger and then two into her tight pussy.

  “Damn, Hayley. You are wet as fuck.” While my fingers thrust in and out of her sex, my thumb rubs her clit. She grabs the back of my head and brings my face to hers, kissing me like her life depends on it. The deeper my fingers go the harder she kisses and within minutes her pussy is clenching around my hand as she orgasms. Her body shakes and she tries to close her legs to stop me but I don’t stop until I know she has completely ridden her orgasm out.

  “Mmm… that was so good.” Before I can do or say anything in response, she is pushing me backward and hopping off the counter. A second later she is on her knees in front of me guiding my cock right into her warm, wet mouth.

  “Fuuuck! Hayley.” She looks up at me and laughs. “Baby, you have to be quiet.” She fucking repeated my words back to me. This woman is going to be the death of me.

  With one hand she brings my cock back to her mouth while the other cups my balls massaging them gently. I stare down at her while she fucks my cock with her mouth. She stops for a second, swirls her tongue over the head and then slowly glides her mouth upwards as she takes me fully inside her mouth until I can feel my cock hit the back of her throat causing her to slightly gag. The action causes a flashback and before I can think too hard about it, I am grabbing Hayley by her arms, lifting her up into a standing position and bending her over the sink.

  I rip her panties off her body tossing them to the side. Then cupping her sex, I pull her ass toward me, pushing my dick into her pussy a little too roughly. Luckily she is soaking wet so my dick slides in easily, but that doesn’t stop her body from hitting the edge of the countertop from the force of me entering her. She grabs ahold of the edge of the countertop and holds on while I continue to pound into her almost violently, my hands tightly holding onto her hips while my fingers dig into her skin. My eyes meet hers in the mirror and I then remember I am not fucking one of the women from my past; I am fucking Hayley… No, I am making love to Hayley. Because it doesn’t matter whether it’s hard or soft, every time I touch her it’s out of love.

  My eyes never leaving Hayley’s, my thrusts slow down and we quickly find our rhythm, Hayley meeting me thrust for thrust. I know when my cock hits her sweet spot because she moans loudly. I keep hitting the spot over and over again until we are both finding our release at almost the same time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Hayley

  It’s been about a month or so since we celebrated Bentley and Kayla’s adoption news, and it feels like our life hasn’t stopped moving in full speed ever since. In the past month the threats have become more frequent and instead of saying things like “Last chance Bitch” they now say things like “Watch your back.” The police can’t prove who is sending them so their hands are tied. Thank God the court date is coming up and soon we will be able to put it all behind us.

  On a more positive note, Hannah convinced Gloria it would be in her best interest to walk away from the clubs without going to court. I must admit getting to see my little sister in action was awe-inspiring. She said I was her assistant to get me in, but I had to promise not to reach across the table and strangle Gloria. My sister is such a badass!

  “Good morning. My name is Lyrica Goldstein. I will be mediating today. Who would like to begin?”

  Before Gloria’s attorney could even speak Hannah was all over that shit.

  “Good morning, we are here for mediation in hopes of not having to go to trial so we don’t have to waste more time and money. My name is Hannah Roberts and I am Caleb’s attorney. I will be presenting the evidence that will be shown to the judge should Gloria Michaels feel it is necessary to go to trial.”

  “Ok, Ms. Roberts. Please show your evidence and then we will go from there.”

  Hannah walked around the table with her laptop and sat it right in front of Gloria. On the screen was a digital copy of the letter Adam wrote to his son. Leaning over Gloria’s shoulder Hannah read the letter out loud. When she was done everybody knew in the room what Gloria had done.

  “This is just his word versus mine. And he’s not even alive!” Gloria’s attorney told her to close her mouth.

  “I understand that completely,” Hannah went on. “That’s why the next piece of evidence is absolutely crucial.”

  She pressed play on the recording and the room filled with Gloria’s voice as she confessed everything to Caleb’s father not realizing she was being recorded. I could see the look o
f horror streak across her face.

  The entire room went quiet.

  “Would you like a few minutes to speak to your client?” Hannah asked Gloria’s attorney.

  “No, there’s no need,” Gloria whispered. She said something to her attorney and then walked out the door.

  “My client has decided to drop the lawsuit against your client for the clubs. She waves all rights to anything club related.”

  With Gloria’s bullshit behind us, Caleb insisted on immediately flying to Boulder to get the club handled so he could come back home and handle the one closer to us, and this time when he took Marco snowboarding he was able to join him. We all flew out together and spent Spring Break relaxing and having a good time.

  Caleb was able to weed out the people loyal to Gloria, hire new help, and even hire Jacob, a bouncer who’s been there for years and has his business degree as the on-site manager.

  Once we got back home my sister and Gavin got married. They found out they are having a little girl and are so excited. They found a house right down the street from my place and the offer was accepted last week. They are having some renovations done to the house first so they won’t be moving in for a couple months but I am so excited to have my sister as a neighbor.

  Now Caleb and I are sitting in the Adoption agency at the DCF office. Karen called me in letting me know she has some good news.

  “I am happy to say your adoption request has been approved. You and Marco are scheduled to go before the judge next week to swear you in as his legal guardian.”

  “Thank you so much!” I look over to Caleb and see the sad smile he has on his face.

  “I know the adoption system frowns upon two people adopting a child when they aren’t together but do you think there’s any way they could make an exception?”

  “Unfortunately DCF doesn’t do exceptions. If you two were married you could file the application together but that would mean starting the entire process over again. The other option is you adopting Marco now and once you two are married Caleb can legally adopt Marco. Since you will be his legal guardian you won’t have to go through DCF at that point.”

  I hate that I will be adopting Marco and Caleb isn’t but she’s right. The second option would be the easiest way to go. I don’t want to start the adoption process over and who knows if or when Caleb and I will be getting married.

  “Thank you,” Caleb says and then stands shaking the attorney’s hand.

  Our entire ride home is silent. I know that it is breaking Caleb’s heart not being able to legally adopt Marco right now. He said it was ok before but now it seems like he has changed his mind. Does he want to be the one to adopt Marco? But if he does and then decides to move out, that would mean he would take Marco with him. I love Marco too much to let him go.

  I go to work for the rest of the day and once I get home, Caleb and Marco go to the gym and I make dinner while they are gone. I take out the pork roast I put to season yesterday and when the scent hits my nostrils my stomach rolls, causing me to run to the bathroom just making it to the toilet to throw up. I seriously hope I am not getting sick on top of everything else.

  After I am done throwing up I make dinner and then clean up the house a little bit. I can’t get this whole situation off my mind and if I stop moving I know I am going to drive myself nuts.

  About an hour later dinner is ready, just as Caleb and Marco walk inside. We eat dinner, take showers, and watch a movie until it’s time for Marco to go to bed. And this is how our routine continues for the next several days: Work, gym, dinner, family time, and bed. Caleb and I share a bed every night and every night we make love but we don’t discuss anything. I am getting so frustrated and confused and I know it’s only a matter of time until I lose it.

  Caleb

  Ever since we left the DCF office my thoughts have been running crazy. I know I told Hayley I was ok with her adopting Marco and I am but at the same time I hate the fact that they will legally be a family and I won’t be a part of it. What if she decides one day she doesn’t want me in her life? I have no legal claim to see Marco. I would have to walk away without having a say in anything. I hate the feeling of not being in control.

  It’s Saturday night and Marco has just gone to bed when Hayley finally snaps. We are sitting on the couch with her feet in my lap watching a TV show.

  “Talk to me Caleb, please.” Hayley’s eyes are filled with tears and I would do anything to stop her from being upset.

  “I don’t know what to say, Hayles. I know you adopting Marco alone is the best choice. I just feel left out.” I scoot closer to Hayley and bringing my hand to her thigh, rub up and down her legs hoping to relax her. I hate seeing her so upset and I hate that it’s my insecurities causing her to be upset. She jumps slightly at my touch but then relaxes not saying anything else. I begin massaging the tops of her legs and she moans in appreciation. Sometimes it makes me sick knowing my expertise of what a woman wants comes from years of being with women unwillingly but it makes me feel better knowing I can apply those skills to a woman I actually want to be with.

  I am expecting her to argue with me, to want to talk some more, so I am shocked when she moans out, “Caleb, rub harder.” Something in my brain goes fuzzy bringing me back to an older memory from my past…and this time I can’t seem to shake it off.

  “Caleb, I had the hardest workout at the gym today. My muscles are so tight. Rub my body, now.” Gloria lies on her stomach on my bed and I want nothing more than to choke the shit out of her so she will disappear from my life, but we both know I am not really capable of murder. So instead I do what she says. I sit down on top of her ass and begin rubbing her shoulders like she has taught me to do.

  I move my hands down her back and massage circles into the muscles and then move lower, scooting down to sit on her legs massaging her ass. Once I get to her thighs, I think she might be asleep until she says, “Caleb, rub harder.” I do as she says and rub harder into her muscles.

  She flips over and gives me a devious smirk. “Come back up here. I want a full body massage. Massage my breasts, Caleb.” I do as she demands because what choice do I have? I could tell her no, but then my dad would end up in prison. I continue to massage her body and of course my dick betrays me and gets stiff in my pants. Gloria thinks it gets hard because I want her. I think she has to tell herself that to justify how fucking wrong this is.

  Of course she wins and we end up fucking as I wish to God I could find a way out of this shitty situation.

  “Caleb… are you ok?”

  My mind snaps back to the present and I realize that while my girlfriend is sitting on the couch next to me wanting me to touch her, I was having a flashback of massaging my stepmom and then fucking her. I look down and see my dick is hard. Bile rises in my throat and I just make it to the bathroom before I throw everything I have recently eaten up.

  I hear her come up behind me and then her hands touch my shoulders. I know it’s only out of care for me but I can’t have her touching me with the memories of my stepmom in my head.

  “Don’t touch me,” I snap too loudly. She removes her hands from me but doesn’t leave the bathroom.

  “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice is so soft and insecure and I know it’s my fault. How do I explain to her that my body is a fucking traitor and gets turned on by the thought of touching my stepmom when it should be soft by the thought of it? I know I shouldn’t have snapped at her but I can’t stand the idea of her innocent, perfect hands touching me while I am having sick thoughts. I don’t want her tainted by my shit.

  “Caleb, please… talk to me.” I can’t even look at her. I feel gross for even having the flashback. I feel even more disgusting for having the flashback while touching Hayley.

  “I’m just not feeling well. I am going to bed.” I get up from the floor of the bathroom and walk by her without making eye contact, and go right to my room and shut the door. How could I have ever thought I could live a nor
mal life with a woman? How could I have thought it would be a good idea for me to adopt Marco? My life is tainted. Hayley deserves so much more than this. Marco deserves better than me. Hayley adopting Marco on her own is the way it should be.

  And for the first time in weeks I sleep alone in my bedroom without Hayley curled up next to me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hayley

  I saw the same look on Caleb’s face last night that I saw the first night we made out like teenagers as well as the several nights since then we have made love. I don’t know what exactly was going through his head but I would bet my life it wasn’t something as simple as him not feeling well. It doesn’t go unnoticed the pained look he gives me too often when we are intimate. He doesn’t realize I notice but I do. I would bet it has something to do with his past. When he told me not to touch him, I wanted to grab him and pull him closer. I wanted to beg him not to push me away but what right do I have?

  I have to remember that while Caleb has come a long way these past couple months, and while I know what he’s been through because of the little he’s told me, I will never fully understand what goes through his head. The fact that it was bad enough to make him throw up tells me I need to give him space. He doesn’t need me nagging him when he’s got enough of his own shit to deal with.

  I hated going to bed without him. I hated that once again we didn’t have the necessary conversation we need to have regarding Marco’s adoption. I drag my self out of bed knowing I am going to have to face whatever is going on with Caleb head on. After showering I get dressed and then make my way out to the living room. Marco is watching Sunday Morning Cartoons as usual and Caleb is on his laptop.

  “Morning,” I say while grabbing a cup of coffee.

  “Morning,” they both say in unison. I look over Caleb’s shoulder and see the rental ads pulled up. My heart sinks. He has decided to move out. I guess I know where we stand after all.