Tearing Away (Fatally Flawed Book 1)

by Lassetter, Dusty

  “Are you going to join me?” I yell at her over the sound of the water. The shower is plenty big for the both of us. “I promise you’ll have a better time in here with me, then you will if you sit out there by yourself.”

  I start to think she isn’t going to join me when I see the door open and her walk in trying to cover herself. “Are you still trying to hide from me, Candice?” I growl low in her ear.” I told you, you’re mine. Now let me see you.”

  She slowly moves her arms, biting her lip, making my mind immediately go to other places her mouth could be. That instantly makes all the blood run to my dick and her eyes now wide when she notices how hard I’ve gotten. With her looking at me like that it’s more difficult to keep my restraint, so I turn her around. Her back now facing me.

  Her muscles are stiff, I can sense she is nervous therefore I put some body wash on my hands and start lathering up her shoulders. She starts to relax, so I work my way down the rest of her body, washing and massaging all the muscles. I pour a little more body wash on my hand as I pull Candice closer to me. Her back is now flush against my chest. Taking her arms, I wrap them behind my neck so I can get a full view of what I’m playing with. Positive she can feel exactly what that sexy little body is doing to me.

  She leans her head back, to rest it on my shoulder, showing me that she trusts me completely. I place my hands on her flat stomach, the soap helping me glide my hands easily until they are cupping and lifting those perfect tits. Taking both nipples between my fingers and thumbs, I give them a little pinch, just enough to make hear the whimper she lets out. Still playing with the left nipple, I start to trail my hand down the front of her body. She has a tiny waist and flawless fair skin, compared to my rough hands that are tan from living in Florida all my life. I continue my path down further and across her right inner thigh. I tap three times before she gets the message and spreads more for me. Running my hand up the same thigh, I graze her pussy, but move back down the other leg. She lets out a sigh, so I move my hand back up and run my finger through her folds, gathering her juices. Finding the spot just above her clit, I start to make small circles, then run my finger back down, entering her with just the tip. I keep teasing her pussy with my right hand, while pinching those perfect nipples with my left, until she starts to rock her hips with my rhythm. Knowing she is getting close, I work my middle finger into her, and start to make faster circles on her clit with my thumb. When she orgasms, her breathing gets heavier and the inner walls of her pussy start squeezing my finger.

  I turn Candice around to face me, she looks flushed with hooded eyes. She looks down, and hesitantly reaches out, wrapping her hand around my dick. I tighten the hold by placing my hand over hers, guiding it, showing her how I like it. When she gets a rhythm down, I wrap my hands in her hair, bringing her head back. My kiss is rough, thrusting my tongue in her mouth, with the pace of our pumps. When I start to feel the tingle at the edge of my spine, and my balls pulling up, I know I’m about to cum. I squeeze our hands harder, making me orgasm.

  Breaking the kiss, she looks up at me and smiles with a pink blush on that beautiful face. I can’t stop my thumb from running across those swollen lips, while telling her how gorgeous she is. This quiet, cautious girl has done what no one else could. I feel my heart beat in my chest with something other than hate. It beats for her touch, kiss, smile, and every look she gives me.

  Chapter 17

  Candice

  Jasper tells me to wait in the shower while he gets our towels. I agree because I still need to wash my hair and process everything that just happened. I was hesitant about getting in the shower with him, having never seen a man naked and vice versa, but my curiosity won out and I joined him. I wasn’t expecting him to be so gentle considering his macho personality. The way he washed my body makes me want to never take another shower without him. I’ve heard girls talk about orgasms at school, and in some of the foster homes I stayed in, but never experienced one before tonight. The things he did with his fingers, has me anticipating his other talents. When he turned me to face him I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out. I was wary at first, thinking I might hurt him, but he demonstrated how he liked it. I know when he finally takes my virginity it’s going to hurt but he proved to me tonight that he can be gentle with me.

  I’m just finishing with my hair, having gone slow, when I hear the bathroom door open.

  “I called your aunt to let her know you would be sleeping here tonight.” He says as he enters the bathroom.

  I turn off the water and open the door to the shower. Jasper is in his boxers, holding out a towel for me. “Why would you do that?” I ask, while wrapping the towel around myself. “I don’t have any clothes here.”

  “You can wear one of my shirts, and she said it was fine as long as you were alright with it, she wants you to call her back and confirm that I’m not holding you against your will.” He says while smiling.

  I hold out my hand for my phone and he hands it to me, “Here is the shirt.” He states placing it on the counter, leaving the bathroom to give me some privacy.

  Aunt Stacy answers on the first ring, “Candice, Jasper just called and said you would be staying there tonight?”

  “That’s right, we are going to hang out here, and I’ll come home sometime tomorrow. If that’s alright with you?”

  “Your almost eighteen honey, I can’t stop you. Just be careful and remember the conversation we had earlier. Stay safe, I love you Candice.”

  My reply is always the same, I never tell them I love you. There is only one person I ever told that to, and she is no longer here. Love isn’t something beautiful in my world, it is ugly and tragic.

  “Bye Aunt Stacy, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I open the door to the bathroom and Jasper is there waiting on me. He grabs my hand leading me to his room. It is much bigger than mine, but it’s simple. Not over decorated. He walks to the bed then lays down while pulling the covers up for me to join him. I get in beside him but leave some room between us. He grabs me, wrapping his arms around me, before placing me halfway on his chest. His warm skin and slow movements of his chest raising and falling have me falling asleep fast.

  “My mother Janice is a drug addict that basically abandoned me as a child. There would be days that she tried to love me, at least that’s what I thought. Then she would get a new boyfriend, leaving me to defend for myself at the same time I was trying to protect her from them.”

  I snuggle in closer to him, trying to bring some type of comfort, thankful he is sharing some of his story. No wonder he loves to fight, from the sounds of it, that’s what he grew up doing. Listening to his heart beat, I eventually fall asleep, felling warm and safe, and for the first time in my life, protected.

  “ Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!!” Dalton comes barging into the room. “We need to get to the gym.” He stops mid stride when he sees me laying on Jasper. “Why was I not invited to the sleep over?”

  “Three is a crowd asshole, now get out of here,” Jasper says, “Before I rip off your snakey and beat you with it.

  “You hear that big guy.” Dalton says, looking down at his junk. “This mean bastard wants to beat you off.”

  I start to laugh when Jasper picks up a pillow to throw it at him. Dalton is quick and gets out the door before the pillow can hit him. Jasper rolls and he is now on top of me. Resting his big body between my legs.

  “I could wake up to your beautiful face every morning,” he states while kissing me briefly on the cheek. “I washed your clothes last night. I’ll go throw them in the dryer so we can get ready to go.”

  It only takes twenty minutes for my clothes to dry then we are in his truck officially on our way to Roy’s. He warned me ahead of time, that the gym would be a little crowded today. Jasper is doing a photo shoot to promote the fight then some cardio training on the treadmill. He stopped by a store on the way to buy me some work out clothes so I can run on the treadmill beside him. There is a pair of black Capri
work out pants with a blue tank top in the bag.

  “Jasper, I can’t wear this tank top, everyone will see my scars.” I say to him, as he pulls out of the parking lot.

  “Yes you can.”

  “No Jasper I can’t. I won’t.”

  I begin to argue with him. There is no way I am going to let anyone see what I did to myself. They will look at me with pity wondering what happened. Some might even ask questions. The air in the truck seems to be getting thicker, I can’t get enough oxygen, my head starts to spin. Jasper is lifting me out of my seat, holding me in his arms, before I even realize we are now on the side of the road no longer moving.

  “Listen to me Candice,” He says still holding me tight in his arms. “Those scars are not something to be ashamed of. They show the world how much you have overcome. Don’t keep hiding from your past gorgeous, you need to embrace it. I’m here to help you do that. You need to trust me.”

  “Everyone will stare,” I whisper, my voice clogged with unshed tears, “Some of them might ask questions.”

  “Let the assholes stare, I will rip their windpipes from their throats if they try to talk to you.”

  I back away, just a step to look into his eyes. I realize he is serious. He would take on every man in that gym if it meant keeping me safe and comfortable. He tells me to trust him. Wants me to stop hiding from everyone. I know if I refuse to wear the tank top, he will feel like I have no faith in him. Here on this road, there is a line that has been drawn. It is my choice on which side I stand. Do I continue to hide in my past letting it dictate my future? Or do I trust Jasper to help me make the past exactly what it is- the past?

  “You’re right, I need to trust you.” I take a hold of his hand, still looking into his eyes, trying to portray what this moment means to me, “I can do this.”

  He pulls me to him and picks me up kissing me hard on the lips. “That’s my girl.”

  Hearing those words, I know I made the right choice. I give him a quick kiss on the lips, then begin to wiggle in his arms so he will put me down. He just laughs and holds on tighter, opening the door, and putting me back in my seat. After he makes sure my seat belt is buckled, he gets in on his side, once again back on the road.

  Thanks to my outburst we’re late. Before we are out of the truck, a tan man, with a head full of grey hair starts walking toward us. Jasper walks around opens my door, just as the older man reaches us.

  “Your late son, everyone is waiting on you.” He says, looking at Jasper.

  “I’m here now, it won’t take me long to get ready, sorry Roy.” He tucks me into his side and starts to walk toward the door Roy just came from.

  This place is just as I remember it, except for all the people. There are people around the octagon, adjusting lights, and barking orders at other crewmembers to move things around. Girls are walking amongst the chaos, wearing what is considered underwear to us normal people. I see someone in the middle of the octagon, that looks familiar. I squint, trying to get a better look, but it’s no use. They don’t become any clearer.

  Jasper walks me forward, to Dalton standing on the sidelines of all the commotion, and tells me to stay with him. Dalton reassures Jasper he will keep me safely tucked away from everyone. Jasper looks at me; I nod my head smiling. He has work to do so faking courage is what I need to do.

  “Your boy Liam is looking more sculpted then I’ve ever seen him, he must be taking his training serious.” Dalton says.

  I follow his line of sight, being closer allows me to see that Liam is the familiar figure in the cage, taking some solo photos in tiny white shorts. He seems to be enjoying himself in there, punching the air, and kicking higher than my head. I can see the happiness radiating off of him. It makes me smile. Jasper is always so serious, even in the videos I have seen of his fights. Liam is so carefree and seems to have fun with it.

  “He is not my boy, just a friend.” I say to Dalton.

  “A piece of advice, don’t let Jasper see you smiling at him like that, I don’t have time to bail him out of jail today.”

  Just then, Jasper walks out of the locker rooms. Instantly making eye contact with me. His powerful body and golden tan skin on display. He looks like a beast walking toward me, wearing tight black spandex shorts. When he is about five feet in front of me, I see the smugness in his expression, telling me he knows the effect he has on me.

  “I like those shorts.” I say, trying to tease him a little.

  “I have another pair at home. I’ll wear them for you next time you sleep over.”

  They call him over to the octagon, so he bends down giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. As he is walking away, I notice they ask Liam to step out of the ring, so they can take some solo shots of Jasper. About five minutes into the shots Dalton has walked ten feet away turning on the charm to one of the girls in her underwear. Liam seizes the opportunity to walk over to me, “Hey beautiful girl didn’t expect to see you here.”

  “Jasper asked me to come along, so here I am.” I say, making sure there is enough space between us.

  “Are you sure you’re not here to be one of the Octagon Girls?” He asks taking a step closer, “You could put those two girls out of work, if you wanted to.”

  “Is that what they are called? Do people even take them serious, fighting in those outfits?” I ask Liam.

  “They are not fighters, silly girl. They are models. They walk around the Octagon, in between rounds, holding up a sign with a number showing which round it is.” He says with a big smile, “You could make good money being one.”

  “If Jasper heard you say that he would put you out of work.” I say looking back at Jasper in the ring, “with a couple of broken bones.”

  “Jasper doesn’t scare me.” He starts laughing, “You should give me some credit, my record is the same as his after all.”

  “Why do you fight Liam?” I ask.

  “I’m good at it. Doesn’t everyone love to do what they are good at.” He says, giving me his all American boy smile, making me laugh. “Like making you smile beautiful, I seem to be good at that, and I have to admit I love doing it too.”

  Dalton finally comes back over giving Liam a warning look to get lost. Thankfully, Jasper was too preoccupied with the photographer to see me talking to him.

  I watch Jasper in the octagon, his muscles glistening from the water they sprayed on him, his hair in his eyes. He looks like an angel, standing there, spotlights shining on him. But his eyes promise nothing other than pain and suffering.

  The photographer calls for Liam and the Octagon Girls to get in the cage with Jasper, for some group shots. They are adamant that the girls be in the shot, to help grab the men’s attention on the poster. That’s when I piece together that one is wearing black for Jasper, and the other is in white for Liam.

  The one in black walks over to Jasper moving to put her hand on his shoulder to pose beside him. Jasper catches her wrist before she can touch him and says something to her that has her face turning pale. Roy noticing Jasper’s response walks over to the photographer and whispers something in his ear. The guy starts shaking his head in understanding telling the girls to take four steps to the back and two steps over to the side. Jasper seems to be pleased with the new layout turning his attention back to the camera. They take several shots before saying their job here is done. Jasper now faces Liam standing just two feet apart.

  Looking at them stand off, both their chest out, looking each other in the eyes, you really get a sense of how this fight is going to be promoted. Jasper is looking at him as if he is wants to rip his head from his body, while Liam is smiling, acting as if it is just another day at the office. It’s the wicked creature versus the wholesome soul.

  Chapter 18

  Jasper

  Standing toe to toe looking Liam in the eye, I see no fear, he isn’t the slightest bit intimidated by me. He is undefeated, has never been to a decision, either submitting his opponents or knocking them out. He’s a smart fighter, always
patient, and good at controlling the pace. Most fighters would be a bit nervous to face him in the Octagon.

  On November 15th one of us will lose. Only one will stay undefeated. I almost feel sorry for him, having to face me, especially now that it has become personal. He wants my girl. Which I can see. The yearning is there when he looks in her direction.

  I lean in a little further, “Twenty-eight days, until I break you in front of her.” I sneer, “Twenty-eight days until I get to make you bleed, for wanting what is mine.”

  After the photo shoot is over, I show Candice to the locker room. I wait for her to change into her work out clothes. I didn’t want her to just watch me run, so I made a decision, and bought her some clothes to work out next to me. We had a difference of opinion when it came to the shirt I picked out. Needless to say, I talked her into wearing the tank top. There was no way she was winning that argument.

  She walks out of the locker room, her arms crossed at the waist, trying to hide the scars. Tucking her into my side, I walk us to the nearest treadmills. I get on one and start jogging. I’ll do the first few miles like this, then do a few running. She gets on the one to my right and starts off walking at a slow pace trying not to uncross her arms. I give her my sexy smirk to try and make her smile. She may be hiding her arms and pouting, but I did get her in the tank top.

  On the drive back to Candice’s, she starts to talk about all the college scholarships she has been offered. I knew she made good grades and took the advanced classes, but I never really thought about her leaving for college. She has offers from a few different schools like The University of Texas and The University of Louisiana. When I asked her what she would major in, she said she had plenty of time to figure it out. She just wants to choose the right school first. I have no intention of going to school, my focus is fighting, and my goal is to go pro doing it.