by Ash, Nikki
Everybody is laughing at us and Cooper says, “We get it. We get it. You are newlyweds and need some alone time.”
My parent’s take Faith back to their place for the night and after everybody leaves I grab my wife and bring her up to our bedroom to make love for the first time as a married couple.
Kayla
Bentley and I are finally alone. We make our way up to our bedroom and when we are near the bed he grabs ahold of my hand and pulls me to him.
“I love you, Mrs. Cruz. You have made me a very happy man, today.”
I can’t help but giggle when he says my new name. I can’t believe we are married. I really am Mrs. Bentley Cruz.
“I love you, too Mr. Cruz. Now are you going to make love to your wife or stare at her all night?”
“I am definitely going to make love to you.”
He turns me around and unzips my white dress that I wore for our wedding. It’s not a traditional wedding dress but it flowed to my knees and hugged all the right places making me feel pretty.
Once the dress is unzipped, Bentley grabs the straps of the dress and pushes them over my shoulders letting the dress fall to the floor.
“Damn, Mrs. Cruz you look exquisite.” Of course, I am wearing white bridal style lingerie under my dress. It is silky and sheer and barely there, just the way Bentley likes it.
Still standing behind me, he takes his hands and glides them down my arms and over my ass, and around to my sex pulling my body to his. Once our bodies are up against each other he takes my face and tilts it to the side laying open mouth kisses along my neck then to my collarbone heading down to my shoulder.
He continues to work his way down my body kissing every square inch of my skin until he is kneeling behind me giving my ass cheeks kisses. He turns me around and I see that at some point he took off his clothes as well because he is only in his boxers. His face is parallel to my sex and when I look down I see him smile.
He reaches forward and gives my pussy a light kiss and then looks up at me giving me a sexy smirk. I back up to the bed and sit down. He spreads my legs, opens up my pussy, and begins to lick.
My head goes back in pleasure but he stops and says, “I want you to watch. Watch me lick your pussy, baby.”
And I do. I watch his tongue dart out to my clit and lick me up and down slowly getting me wet with desire. I watch him insert a finger and then two into my core while he continues to lick and suck. I am mesmerized by how erotic it is watching this man make love to my pussy with his mouth.
When my body can’t take it anymore I come all over his fingers and mouth and before I am even done with my orgasm he is up, grabbing my legs and parting them enough so he is standing in between them. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and my other one locks around his waist. He guides his dick into me at an angle and begins to thrust deep into me hitting my g-spot. My already sensitive pussy begins to convulse again as he pumps into me over and over again sending my body into a complete frenzy.
After a few minutes, I begin to come down from my high and Bentley begins to pick up his speed, his eyes close, and I know he is about to find his own release. He opens them up at the last second and stares into my eyes as he comes in me. I have never felt closer to anybody than I feel to Bentley right now.
He bends down and gives me a kiss. “I love you, baby.”
We clean up in the bathroom and then lay down in bed. He wraps his arms around me holding me close.
“We did it,” I whisper.
He chuckles and says, “Yeah, we did. Now you are mine for life, woman.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby. Thank you for always having faith in us, Bentley.”
“I will always have faith in us, baby.”
He gives me a kiss on my neck and we fall asleep.
Extended Epilogue
Bentley
About four hours later…
I hear the phone ringing and jump up to grab it. It’s still dark out and my first thought is something must have happened to Faith.
I answer the phone without even looking at the caller id but see the clock read four in the morning.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hello. My name is Jillian. I am a nurse at Sunrise Hospital. Is this Bentley Cruz?”
“Yes, it is he,” I say in a panic praying my parents and Faith are ok.
“Baby, who is it?” Kayla groggily asks barely awake.
“I have a Caleb Michaels here in the ICU. You are his emergency contact.”
My body sags in relief that the call isn’t pertaining to my daughter but then immediately goes into distress learning my best friend is hurt.
“What happened?”
“He was brought in by ambulance. Somebody called nine-one-one and reported finding him. When they brought him in he was unconscious and beaten severely. I cannot discuss the details over the phone but his injuries are life threatening. Can you come down here?”
I jump up out of bed and grab whatever clothes I can find to throw on. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”
Kayla is now sitting up looking scared shitless.
“It’s Caleb. Somebody found him beaten almost to death. He is at the hospital in the ICU.”
Kayla immediately gets out of bed and gets dressed as well. Once we are in the car, Kayla texts our friends to let them know what we know. We ride to the hospital in silence praying our friend will be ok.
Fighting for Your Touch
Dedication
To my mom, who spent hours upon hours fostering my love for reading.
Prologue
Caleb
Seven years ago…
“What the fuck is going on?” My dad yells at me, red faced, fists tight at his side like it’s taking everything he has inside of him from punching me in my face. He’s not even questioning her. He’s already made up his mind that I am to blame. Of course, I am to blame. There’s no way his precious wife could be.
I am standing face-to-face with him in my bedroom with my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My dick is flaccid but let’s be honest, it usually is when I am around her. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with my dick. I know it works properly since I have spent most of my teenage years fucking women I wish I could forget about. You don’t know how many times I have jacked off hoping it wouldn’t get back up again for them. If it can’t get up what good am I to her or any of them for that matter? Maybe if it stopped working she and all those other fucking women would leave me the hell alone. Unfortunately, my dick doesn’t work that way; it doesn’t just shut off. After a while it goes hard again whether I want it to or not, and trust me, I definitely don’t want it to.
Before attempting to answer his clearly rhetorical question, I reach down and pull my pants up so my dick is no longer hanging out. The conversation is already awkward as fuck as it is, no need to add to the awkwardness of my father coming home early from a business trip to find his slutty wife with her mouth wrapped tight around my cock. I shoot a glare at the woman who is the reason behind all this hoping she will for once do the right thing and admit the truth. I know it’s not going to happen but I can hope. I have learned two things about women, they are gold digging bitches and they can’t be fucking trusted. Every time I think I can trust a woman she proves me wrong. She raises her eyebrows in defiance at me and I know I am on my own here. I wouldn’t expect anything less from that cunt.
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath in and then exhale slowly attempting to calm myself before I try to persuade my dad of something I already know he isn’t going to believe. My hands are shaking and I have a horrible feeling this is going to end badly for me. It’s just the way my life goes.
“Dad, please listen to me. It’s not what it looks like. This is all her.” There is so much more I want to say; there’s so much more to this whole fucked up ordeal but my dad is under enough stress as it is. I don’t want to add to it. Sure, he has made mistakes. He’s definitely not perfect but he’s been through a l
ot these past few years and I don’t want to be the reason he goes through even more.
Tears of anger and frustration are clogging my tear ducts; the lump in my throat is making it hard to breathe. The most frustrating thing in the world is trying to prove to someone you aren’t lying without having any proof, especially without being able to explain the entire story. Because of the secrets I have been forced to keep, my dad has caught me in too many lies to count that I couldn’t explain. I don’t blame him for not believing me now. Trust is hard to earn and easy to lose. Shit, if I were him, I wouldn’t believe me.
Even if I was a complete saint the evidence stacked up against me looks bad, and judging by the look on my dad’s face he doesn’t believe a damn word I am saying. I want to tell him the truth. I don’t want to keep these secrets from him but once the truth is out there, I can never take it back, and I don’t know how she will react. What if she makes good on her threats? Then every nasty, fucked up thing I have endured from all these women will be for nothing. My dad has lost so much. He deserves more than to have his entire life destroyed.
“He is lying, Adam. He came on to me. I was scared,” she says through the crocodile tears streaming down her face. Her cheeks are stained black from the overdone mascara her fake-ass wears. The truth is her cheeks aren’t stained from crying; it’s from her taking my cock so deep down her fucking throat it choked her to the point of tears. Just thinking about her mouth on my dick makes me want to throw up.
When he turns to me, she shoots me a glare making it clear to keep my mouth shut. If he only knew the truth about his precious wife, he would run the other way and never look back. The problem is, she is a smart manipulative bitch and he has no idea the person she really is, not like I do.
He looks at me with longing in his eyes then looks back at her with what looks like disappointment, and for a second I think maybe he is going to believe me over her, that he can see through all her bullshit and lies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gloria tense up. She is thinking the same thing I am.
“I didn’t want this,” I blurt out as a last chance praying he believes me. Praying he chooses me. Maybe he will kick her out and she will be out of our lives for good. I’m not sure if she will make good on her threats if he kicks her out but we can deal with it all together. I will do whatever it takes to help my dad, which is precisely how I got in this fucked up position to begin with.
My dad looks back at Gloria one more time and her face goes stoic. She gives nothing away at first but then with a small lift of her one eyebrow she silently tells him something causing him to visually stiffen. They appear to be having a silent conversation of some sort. I wish I knew what the fuck they were saying.
Instantly my dad’s demeanor changes from sad to pissed. He cocks his fist and punches the wall I am standing in front of, his fist going through it, dry wall crumbling everywhere. Gloria screeches like she is afraid. Give me a fucking break. That woman eats up and spits out grown men on a daily basis.
He walks up to me until we are only inches apart, his face right in mine. I am tall at six-foot-two and while he isn’t quite as tall as me he is still a big guy. He looks slightly up into my eyes and with an eerily calm voice says, “I don’t know why you would do this but I am not going to have you destroying this family with your lies. I am going to give you one chance to change your story or you are out of here.”
My shoulders sag in defeat and my head drops down shaking back and forth knowing this was coming but still shocked. I look back up into his eyes and see a glimpse of something… it’s almost like he is begging me to change my story but I can’t do that. I might not be able to tell him the entire truth but I am not going to take responsibility for choosing to fuck that money-hungry, lying, blackmailing cunt. He thinks I am trying to destroy this family with my lies… If he only knew I am actually trying to save this family… No, fuck that! I am trying to save him. We don’t have a family; they are all dead.
I swallow back the hurt and stand straight up. I lift my chin and with the little bit of respect I have left for myself, I say the only thing I can say. “I’m out of here.”
I turn my back on him and grab a backpack to pack my shit. I know he is watching me but I can’t look at him; the only family I have left just chose that piece-of-shit woman over his own son. I hear the door close behind them and a few seconds later my phone dings indicating I have a text.
Nasty Bitch: Don’t fuck with me.
I don’t bother replying. I completely understand her text. If I try to tell my dad the entire truth she will destroy everything he has worked for.
I open the drawer of my nightstand and grab the two pictures that are tucked away under my boxers. The first is of my older sister and me. It was taken the same day Colette went missing, a few days before she died. Running my fingers over her smiling face I remember how happy she was that day. It was my twelfth birthday and our parents took us skiing. Colette loved to ski and she was damn good. She would drag me up and down those slopes for hours.
My throat chokes up remembering how amazing the day was until we got home. Colette was four years older than me. The entire ride home she was texting with someone. I saw her smiling and asked if it was a guy. She lied to me. When we got home she asked to go to her friend’s house. She lied to our parents. Three days later she was found in the woods with no clothes on, bruises covering her body. The autopsy said she was raped and then strangled to death. After investigating, the police said she was chatting with an older guy in an online chat room. She met up with him when she said she was going with her friends. The cops were able to locate him. He was tried for her murder, and found guilty, sentenced to life in prison. But that doesn’t change the fact that she lied and because of her lies she’s dead.
The day my parents found out Colette died I lost a piece of them as well. They began arguing all the time blaming each other. Nothing tears a family apart quicker than the death of a child. My mom cried for months after, saying a parent should never have to bury her own child. My dad turned to work. He went from working the standard forty hours a week to barely ever coming home. Instead of being on my best behavior I lashed out: getting into fights, skipping school, and causing trouble, that was until I found out about the next lie. This one told by my mother.
I bring the second picture to the front. It is of my mom and me a few weeks before she died from cancer. We are both smiling but my smile isn’t real. I was thirteen at the time; almost a year after Colette died, and we knew my mom only had a short time left. I was homeschooled those last couple months so I could spend my days with her. As much as she tried to keep me away, not wanting me to see her body quickly deteriorating, I refused to stay away. I didn’t want to miss a moment with my mom, with the little time she had left. She knew she was sick for a long time but didn’t tell me. Another lie… More lies.
Pointing fingers at my sister and mom won’t change anything but it still hurts knowing they both lied to me. I trusted them completely and yet they didn’t trust me with the truth.
I try so hard not to let those be the last memories I have of them, I try to remember the good times. The times my sister would let me tag along to the local ice cream shop or hang out with her and her friends at the mall or the movies. I try to remember all the times my mom would take me to breakfast just the two of us, or when her and I would play cards until late at night talking about nothing yet everything. My mom and my sister were good people, they were my entire world, and I get they aren’t anything like my stepmom, but a lie is a lie, right? Lies destroy and hurt people, and I am so sick of all the damn lies.
The pictures used to be on top of my nightstand for me to see, to try to remember all the good times over the bad but Gloria made me put them away. I guess she didn’t want to see my mom and sister’s smiling faces while she was forcing herself on me.
I shove the pictures into my bag and finish packing some clothes, money I have stashed away, my toothbrush, deodorant, and an extra pair of
shoes. I take one last look at my bedroom and head out knowing I will never be back.
I throw my bag into the backseat of my car and head to Cooper’s Gym. It’s a UFC training facility I work out at as much as I can. I came across the place a few years ago while walking home from school. In exchange for cleaning the gym a few nights a week after it closes, the gym owner, Marc Cooper, agreed to let me workout here for free. I hear he is an asshole but luckily, he lives in Las Vegas and runs the gym there. The gym manager here, Diego, is really cool and lets me train after hours.
While my dream is to be a UFC fighter one day, I am also going to college full-time. After I graduated from high school last year I agreed to go to college because my mom left me a college fund when she passed away. She wanted to make sure no matter what happened I would have the money to go. I don’t want to let her down so I am majoring in business and finance. My dad is an investment banker so it made him happy to see me major in something similar. While I can’t see myself ever using my degree to do anything like what he does, I am determined to finish it.
I am pounding away on the bag for god knows how long when Diego walks over to me.
“What’s going on, kid? It looks like you are trying to kill the bag. You know it’s an inanimate object, right?”
I can’t help but laugh. He is such a smartass.
“Just a bad day. I am apparently homeless as of a couple hours ago.”
I am not sure why I let that slip out. I usually keep to myself. Nobody knows the shit I have endured the last few years and it needs to stay that way, especially if I want to make sure my dad stays out of prison.
My phone vibrates letting me know I have a text so I check it quickly.
Nasty Bitch: You have an appointment at 8 pm. Don’t be late.
She can’t be fucking serious right now. Does she seriously think I am still going to be her fuck boy? Diego goes to say something and I put up one finger signaling for him to give me a minute and text her back.