The Hardest Hit

by Jennifer Fusco

  He took his time, tracing her bra strap with his tongue. His hand lifted and cupped her breast. Her chest heaved. The lacy bra looked wonderful on her, but there was a problem.

  “Too many clothes,” he growled, as his fingers moved to the front clasp. With a gentle pop, he undid the bra and freed her beautiful breasts. He lowered his lips to her nipple, and sucked one deep into her mouth. She made a tiny sound and his dick hardened. He nibbled on her taut flesh, and her body squirmed in his hand.

  He released her from his teeth. “Bedroom,” he ordered.

  Before he let her step away, he helped her slip out of her bra and dropped it on the floor.

  On the way to his room, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off, then threw it aside. Having her back, he was a changed man, a new man, one who was in control of his future and knew exactly what he wanted.

  “Lie down,” he instructed, “Leave the jeans to me.”

  With a light giggle, she did as he instructed.

  He towered over her. He worked the button and zipper, then pulled the jeans down her body, revealing lace panties, and two lovely legs he wanted to get between. Pronto. “Beautiful,” he said. “Now, take off your panties.”

  Her fingers wrapped around the lacy edges, and dragged the underwear down her hips, until she could no longer reach. To avoid having her sit up, he took over. Slowly, he brushed the material down.

  He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. Tearing one open, he decided to save for later the conversation about not using them anymore. He knew he wanted to marry her. He wanted kids with her, but seeing her naked on his bed he knew the quickest way inside her was by rolling a condom on. Conversation about their future could wait.

  “Baby,” he said, “from here on out, who do you belong to?”

  She pulled up her knees, and spread her legs for him. “You.”

  He smiled. “And I belong to you.”

  “And, I promise not to let anyone or anything come between us again,” she said. “I’ll always put you first.”

  A warm sensation bloomed in his chest. As he lowered himself down on top of her, she opened for him. He slid inside her, and her breath caught. She felt so warm, so tight. He’d missed her so much.

  Her inner walls clutched him tight, and then she released him, allowing him to drive deeper inside. “God, you feel good.”

  “I missed you so much.” As she was about to close her eyes, he picked up the pace, and she moved in time with him. Her eyes widened, and a mix of emotions passed between them. In that instant, she knew as he did that they would always be better together.

  He fucked her and with pressure, pushing her deeper into the mattress. His passion for her built and wound around his spine. His body cried for release, but he wouldn’t allow himself an orgasm. She needed to come first.

  A moan escaped her lips, a small sound, but one he knew very, very well.

  “Come for me baby,” he urged. This is what he loved, the look on her face, just before she came. Eyes closed. Head pressed back onto the mattress, mouth open. She panted out his name as the orgasm ripped through her.

  Seeing her come undone beneath him, his control started to break. He drove himself deeper inside her. Her pussy milked his cock, as he pressed a kiss to her lips. On and on, he fucked her, deeper and growing more desperate for release.

  “Oh baby,” she cried out. He must’ve hit a sensitive spot and he worked it even harder to make her come again. “Oh God.”

  She came, calling out his name, and the sound of her raspy voice threw him over the edge. He spilled inside her, filling her, then collapsed on top of her, giving her himself and his heart.

  Moments of silence passed as he lie beside her. The sound of her breathing filled the room. Finally, they were back together, something he’d never thought he’d see. Chelsea lifted her head, and there they were. More tears.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” He pulled her to him, hugging her close.

  “I didn’t know until right now just how much I’d missed you.”

  His hold on her tightened.

  She laid her head on his chest. “I missed you so much because I’m in love with you.”

  “What?” He peeled her body from his and their eyes locked. “You love me?”

  “Yes,” Confidence lined her voice. “Very much.”

  “Then prove it.” He smiled.

  His words hit her, and she lifted her chin. “Prove it?”

  “Yes,” he said. “I’ve found the family I’ve always wanted. Not at Stamina. Not in the ring, but with you. So, if you love me, marry me.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and her blue eyes grew wider than he’d ever seen them. “Marry you?” A pinkish hue filled her cheeks. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!”

  A burst of heat filled him.

  Lowering her mouth to his, she covered his lips with hers, and kissed him until his lips were swollen and ragged. And he knew right then and there that of all the decisions he’d had to make along the way, asking Chelsea to marry him was the very best one.

  Jennifer Fusco is the author of the Ringside series, including Fighting For It and Going the Distance. She received her B.A. in English from North Carolina State University, and lives in southwest Florida with her husband and son.

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