by Alexa Davis
She seemed to be getting more turned on as she tasted herself on me, and I liked it. I pulled out of the kiss and smiled at her. She looked at me through hooded eyes, sexy, bedroom eyes, and smiled back while she tried to catch her breath.
I stood up and she opened her eyes a little wider. “Turn over, Karli.” She didn’t question the request. She flipped over onto her stomach, and I reached down and put my lips against one of her firm, round cheeks. I kissed it and then moved over and did the same to the other, and then I smacked her ass firmly before using my hand again to pleasure her pussy.
She pushed that sexy ass up off the bed and held it there as I worked my fingers in and out of her. She was groaning and saying my name over and over. I waited until she was begging for my cock, and then I pulled my hand back and went around to stand in front of her full, sexy lips and I gave it to her.
CHAPTER TWENTY
KARLI
He was trying to kill me.
I was not sure I was strong enough to handle any more than he’d already given me and as the head of that thick, beautiful cock pressed into my lips and I imagined it pressing up inside of me, I was afraid my head was going to explode. He smiled and winked, and then gripped onto my hair and pushed himself in between my parted lips. I sucked in the head and rolled it against my tongue.
He used his hold on my hair to guide me as he began moving his hips in and out, feeding his cock to me an inch at a time. My lips were stretched as wide as they would go by the time I felt him throbbing against the back of my throat. I sucked harder and moved my tongue faster and he groaned and cursed and whispered my name. At one point, I thought he might pull my hair out by the roots, but I didn’t care…he was so fucking sexy.
He didn’t let me suck on him for long before he pulled out with a loud groan, reached down, flipped me over onto my back, and climbed up on me. He used his knee to push my thighs open wider, and I teetered on the edge of letting him enter me. I almost ached to feel him skin to skin, and that’s where I thought he was going.
I realized how dangerous it was to be thinking that way just about the time he pressed his heavy body into mine and reached over to the nightstand. He dug through it, cursed, and then reached for his pants. I watched him pull out his wallet, dig out a condom, and open it. He lifted up one of my hands and pressed the package into it. He didn’t have to tell me what he wanted me to do. I used my mouth to open the foil wrapper and took out the Magnum condom. It was blue, almost the color of his eyes. I almost laughed at the thought, but since I was sheathing his cock, I realized it might not be a good idea.
Once he was covered, he didn’t waste any time shoving it into my dripping-wet pussy. I cried out when he hit bottom. He pulled back and shoved it in again. It took several seconds for my muscles to stretch and adjust to his size, but once they did, a fireworks display began to take place in my head.
My body was experiencing pleasure unlike any that I had ever known, and judging from the sounds he was making, his was feeling damned good, too. Nick was an expert lover, and by the time he grunted, shuddered, shook, and filled the condom with his massive orgasm, I’d had two more. Jesus, I had never known it could be this good.
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It took me a long time to calm down after Nick and I made love. I lay in his arms, shaking while he kissed me softly, held me, and even rocked me against his chest.
He was an enigma. On the one hand, he was dominant and so fucking hot, and on the other, he could be the sweetest, gentlest man on earth. His big, tattooed arms made me feel safe and secure, and the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled me to sleep.
I was not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, I could feel his big body looming over me. He was up on his elbow looking down at me, watching me sleep. “Hey, aren’t you tired? You had one hell of a day.”
He smiled. “I’m exhausted, but I’d rather watch you sleep than sleep myself.”
“Thanks; that’s sweet.” He reached down and pressed his fingers to my lips.
“Don’t ever say that in front of anyone else. I have a reputation to keep here.”
I laughed. “My lips are sealed,” I said against his fingers. I rolled back into him and snuggled in tight. He put his arm over me and rested his big hand on the small of my back. “How did you get so big?”
I felt his body shake as he chuckled. “Deep thoughts at two a.m.?”
I shrugged. “I guess. Ethan’s average sized and your dad is average sized. You are huge.”
“Well, thank you,” he said in an exaggeratedly proud voice.
I laughed again. “You’re welcome, but I was talking about all of you. I mean, your dad and brother are under six feet tall and you’re like six…ten?”
“I like that, spread that around, will you? I’ll win the title because they’ll be so scared they won’t show up.”
“You know what I mean,” I giggled. “Was your mom a tall lady?”
He went silent and I was afraid that I shouldn’t have brought her up. At last he said, “No. I mean, I don’t remember much about her, but in pictures she is about a head shorter than my dad, and she was usually wearing heels.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought her up. I don’t want to make you sad.” I felt his lips brush against the side of my face.
“Don’t be sorry. I wish that I could remember her more. I have sporadic, little memories, but nothing big. Sometimes it’s hard to decide which memories are real and which ones I dreamt up as a kid who just wanted a mother so fucking bad.”
“We have that in common,” I said, “Not the memories, but the thing about wanting a mother, at least when I was growing up. I’m thankful for my dad. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be an abortion statistic.”
I felt his arms tighten around me, and I thought he actually shuddered. “What a horrible thought,” he said. “I’m more thankful for Charlie than I ever thought possible.”
I smiled into his chest. I hoped he still had that attitude after Dad found out that we were dating, because I had a very strong feeling my father was going to take out his feelings about that more on Nick than he would on me.
“You know, in all seriousness, I already have a lot of respect for Charlie. I’m not sure he and I would ever have enough in common to be friends, but he’s an awesome fighter, he’s a great teacher, and he’s a hell of a lot better father than mine ever was.”
“Before I knew you were Ethan’s brother, he said something about you guys spending a big part of your lives away in boarding schools.”
“Yeah, most of our life.”
“You came back to Vegas, though. Ethan didn’t. Are you and your father closer than those two?”
I couldn’t see his face, but I thought he snorted. “No, not even a little bit. Actually, between the two of us, Ethan is able to tolerate him better than I can. I came home when I graduated high school and refused to go to college as a big ‘fuck you’ to him. He expected us both to get business degrees and take over the family business someday. Ethan chose law instead. He always was the smart one.”
“I don’t believe that. You don’t have to have a college education to be smart.”
He kissed the side of my face again. “You don’t have to have one to get in a cage and beat the snot out of someone, either. I guess it wasn’t too smart of me in the long run, though. What if I don’t win this title? Or what if I do…then what?”
“You could always go to college. You’re twenty-six years old. You have a lot of time to decide what you want to do with the rest of your life.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. His voice finally sounded sleepy. “Will Charlie be worried that you didn’t come home?”
“I sent him a text earlier.” I felt him tense up, and I laughed. “I didn’t tell him I was here. He thinks I’m with Michaela.”
“I’m not scared of Charlie,” he said in a thick, sleepy voice.
I rubbed his arm with my hand. “Sure you’re not. Goodnight, Nick.”
; He shifted and turned me so that his body spooned against my back. “You want to know a secret?”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve never slept with a woman before.”
I pulled his arms in around my waist tighter. “I’m glad to be your first,” I told him. He whispered something. I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly, and I wasn’t about to ask him to repeat it. He was half asleep. Even if he said what I thought he did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. It sounded like,
“My only.”
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I finally got home at almost ten o’clock the next morning. I was awake at six, but so was Nick and his sex drive. We had sex again twice, once in bed and again in the shower. I put the same clothes back on I’d worn the day before sans the ripped up underwear and drove Nick to get his truck. He tried talking me into spending Sunday with him and I was sorely tempted, but I’d been neglecting my schoolwork and had to buckle down before first semester finals.
Dad was in the living room when I walked in the front door. I wondered if my face looked guilty as I said, “Hey, Dad!”
“Hi, girl. How was the night?”
I went over and kissed his cheek. “It was fun. We just had dinner. Early night. Yesterday was a long day.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Speaking of, great job your boys did yesterday, all of them.” Besides Nick and Kevin, Dad had trained two of the other fighters. Neither of the other two were destined for anything great, but they were good fighters and they had both won yesterday. Kevin was the only one who had lost. Poor guy.
“Yeah,” he said in what I knew to be his negative voice. “They all could have done better; especially Kevin.”
“Dad! He already feels so bad about losing yesterday. What if he hears you?”
“He’s not here, but don’t you think I’m going to tell him that to his face? The kid has to learn. He was all up in his head yesterday, probably thinking about chasing tail.”
“No, Dad.” I sat down next to him on the couch. “That’s not what he was thinking about.”
“Oh? You have some inside information?”
“Dad…I’m going to ask you a question that will probably piss you off. But try and remember that I’m not a little girl anymore.”
With a curious look, he cocked an eyebrow at me and said, “Okay.”
“Did you have an affair with Linda Andrews?”
His expression changed from curious to incredulous. “What? Is this a joke? Linda is married to my best friend.”
“I know that, Dad, but you didn’t answer the question.”
He jumped up and paced the living room. “Why would you even ask it?”
“Dad, please just answer the question.”
He stared at me for a long time, like I was somehow betraying him by asking. Finally, with what looked like real pain on his face he said, “It wasn’t an affair. It was one time, and we were both drunk.”
“Just one time, Dad?”
“Karli, what is this?”
“Kevin heard you on the phone with Linda the other day. He also saw the two of you making out when he was eleven years old. It was in the middle of the day when Frank was at work, and I don’t recall you being drunk at any time during that trip.”
He sat down in the recliner and put his head in his hands.
“Dad, is Kevin my brother?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
NICK
Sunday was the longest day of my life and by the time I went to bed that night, I was re-thinking this whole relationship thing. The funny thing was that it wasn’t because I regretted being with Karli; it was because I couldn’t stand being away from her already and I wasn’t sure what to do with those feelings. It was all new.
I understood that she had homework and studying to do. Her brains only added to her sexiness as far as I was concerned. I just felt sorry for myself and for the first time in my adult life, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with my free time.
I went over to Jonah’s for a while to watch the football game, but as soon as I got there and saw that it was a full-blown, wild party with groupies and showgirls, I was ready to leave. I ended up staying an hour just to be polite and in those short, sixty minutes, I had to turn down three propositions. I didn’t regret turning them down, but it was annoying and I was relieved to get back to my quiet, empty house. I ordered take-out, watched two boring movies, and nearly broke my neck to get to the phone when Karli finally called. It was all so fucking weird.
Monday morning, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement over the prospect of seeing Karli or anxiety at the prospect of Charlie putting me in a cage and kicking the snot out of me for dating his daughter. Either way, I was glad to get out of the house with a purpose.
I got to the gym early, just after seve. Karli wasn’t there and neither was Charlie, but Kevin was. He was asleep in the locker room on a wooden bench. “Hey, Shrek, you okay?” He jumped at the sound of my voice and almost fell off the bench onto the floor.
“What?”
“Why are you sleeping in the locker room? Did you get drunk last night?”
He sat up and ran his hands over his face. “No, man, I didn’t get drunk. I actually got lucky, for a minute.”
I chuckled as I dropped my duffel bag down and unzipped it. “Is that all it took?”
I got him to smile at least. He looked at me and said, “Shut the fuck up. You know what I mean.”
“No…I honestly don’t.”
He sighed and rubbed his face again. “I met a girl after the fight Saturday. We went out to dinner afterwards and had a drink. We went back to her place and watched a movie. I fell asleep on her couch. She laid down by me and I held her all night. It was great.”
I smiled. “So far it sounds great. So, how did it land you on a wooden bench Monday morning?”
He sighed. “I went back to Charlie’s house Sunday afternoon and he and Karli were having a big fight.”
Now he really had my interest. “They were?” She hadn’t said anything about it when I talked to her on the phone last night. Was it about me? Shit.
“Nah, it was about me and my paternity.”
I dropped down on the bench across him. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, right? Anyways, we were going to wait until the results came back on the DNA test she helped me do and only talk to him if they were positive. I’m not sure how it came up, but when I walked in yesterday, they were really going at it. Karli was telling him she was ashamed of him and he was telling her none of it was her business. They both stopped when I walked in.
“I looked at Charlie and said, ‘Are you my dad?’ Charlie looked angry with me, like it was my fault, and he said, ‘Frank’s your dad. I’m your trainer and while we’re on the subject, you really fucked up that fight yesterday.’ I was trying to think of what to say, but Karli started talking first. She was pissed at him and sticking up for me. I appreciate that. I like Karli a lot.”
He looked nervous then and said, “Like a sister. I feel bad though that she’s arguing with her dad because of me.”
“Look, Kevin, I doubt Karli is looking at it like that. I don’t believe you should, either. You were the product of what Charlie and your mother chose to do. None of it was your fault and Karli knows that. She was standing up for you because she cares about you, and I doubt it was her and Charlie’s first disagreement. I get the feeling those two have been through a lot and come out the other side closer and stronger every time.”
“I hope so,” he said. “Thanks, Nick. I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to do. Should I confront my mom or tell my dad? At this point, what does it really matter? I’m a grown ass man and Frank was a good father, biological or not. Telling him now would only hurt him, and it would probably mean the ending of his marriage to my mom and his relationship with his oldest friend. If I told him now, it would only be because I’m upset with Mom and Charlie and want to hurt them. I think it might be selfish.�
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“I think it says good things about you that you put so much thought into this before rushing in and doing something that might hurt your dad.”
“I guess, but I also feel so angry with Mom and Charlie. I’m so pissed that they did this to him. He’s a really good guy, Nick. I always looked up to him. He taught me everything. He protected me growing up, and he’d take a bullet for me, even now. I don’t think I can stay here and let Charlie keep training me after what he did, but if I go home now, Dad will want to know why.”
“Do you have to make a decision today?”
He shrugged. “I guess not, except that I don’t think I can stay in Charlie’s house any more, and I don’t really have enough money to get my own place.”
I really couldn’t believe I was about to do this. Growing up and maturing kind of sucked. At the very least, it changed your life – that’s for fucking sure. “You could stay with me. I have three empty bedrooms.”
“Ah, no, Nick. Thank you. I appreciate it, but that’s not why I was telling you all of this.”
“I know, Shrek. Karli did what family does by sticking up for you. I’m doing what friends do by offering my help.”
“We’re friends?”
“I thought so; do you not?”
“I…well, yeah, I hoped so. Guys like you don’t usually want to be friends with guys like me; not in my experience, anyways.”
I sat there and wished that I could tell him he was wrong. I’d always been friends with the popular guys, the rich guys, and the guys that attracted more women because that’s what I needed, right? Like I said, growing up sure as hell changes things.
“I think of you as a friend, Shrek.”
He grinned. “Thanks, Nick. I’ll take you up on the place to stay, but just for a couple of weeks or so until I can figure out what to do. Hey, since you call me Shrek and we’re friends and all, I was wondering about something.”
“What’s that?”
“Can I call you Donkey?”