Fighting for Us (Love is Worth Fighting For Book 1)

by Bella Emy

  I reach down to grab the corners of his shirt and pull it up over his head. It forces him to let go of my nipple from between his teeth, but I want him naked more than anything else right now. I toss it to the side because I don’t care where it lands. I just want to feel him and be as close to him as possible.

  As he moves back, I see his insanely muscled form. His pecs are defined. His abs form an eight pack. He’s a complete god. Of course, this isn’t the first time I’m seeing him without a shirt on, but it is the first time I’m close enough to touch him.

  Feel him.

  Taste him. Yum. I can’t wait to wrap my tongue around the rest of him.

  I place my hands behind his neck and pull him closer to me, making his lips crash into mine once more. I never want his lips to leave my body. He’s allowed to kiss other parts of me of course, but he’s definitely not allowed to take them off of me.

  He sucks on my bottom lip, and the sensation is completely insane.

  “Fuck, I love your lips so damn much, Carissa.”

  “Yeah? Well, I can’t wait to put them on you.” I reach down and tug on his sweats. They need to come off this instant.

  “Carissa, wait,” he whispers as he pulls away from me.

  Breathless, I respond. “What? What is it?” I wasn’t ready to stop tasting him, and I don’t want to talk right now. It’s been too long since I’ve felt anything even remotely as good as this. Stopping now is not an option.

  “I just want to make sure you’re okay with all of this. I mean, I think you are, but—”

  I grab the top part of his pants again. “If you don’t help me get these things off of you this instant, I’m going to flip you over and have my way with you.”

  A sexy smirk forms on his face. He’s obviously pleased with my answer. “Maybe I would love for you to do that.”

  “Maybe I’ll make your wish come true then.” Without giving him another second to think, I slide up from under him and push him onto his bed by the shoulders. He could have easily stopped me, considering his size, but I had a feeling he would gladly let me.

  He lays his head on the pillow, allowing me to get to work. Damn, I haven’t done this in so long. I sure as hell hope I don’t suck right now.

  Well, I will suck, but not suck… Oh, forget it. My thoughts are getting to me, and I just need to relax and get down to business.

  I take a deep breath and pull his pants down in one swift movement. The fact that he’s wearing nothing else underneath has not escaped me. It’s damn sexy when his cock springs out.

  My mouth goes agape, taking in his size. “Wow.” I chuckle.

  Quickly snapping his head up to look at me, he says, “Ugh. Is that bad?”

  My eyes widen, and I move my gaze away from his cock. I trace it with my fingertips, enjoying the way it feels. “Quite the contrary… you’re freaking huge!”

  His smile returns, and he lays his head back down. “Phew… you had me worried for a second.”

  “If you’re worried about having a python, a lot of guys are in trouble then. You’re the largest I’ve ever seen—had. Damn…”

  I haven’t been around the block too many times, but I’ve had my share of guys throughout my life. I can absolutely say they would have killed to be this big. Can you say porn star?

  I lean down and get to work, placing my lips on his cock and opening wide to take in his whole length.

  He grunts. “Fuck, Carissa! You’ve got some amazing lips and an even better mouth… mmmm.”

  I smile with him still in my mouth and continue working him, and as I do, I feel him growing even more inside my mouth. I thought he was big before… Shit, I’m in trouble.

  I hear his low moans and grunts as he helps me by gently rocking his hips in my direction. He places his hands on my head, but he’s delicate and doesn’t shove his cock further down my throat like one would think a UFC fighter might do, since they’re known for being such tough guys. But Lorenzo is gentle.

  Minutes later, he places his hands on my shoulders. “Carissa… Oh my God, you’re so fucking good at that, I’m gonna blow. Wait… wait—”

  I’m about to tell him that’s the whole point, but before I have a chance to do so, he lifts me and places me on my back instead.

  He looks incredible right now, like something I’d see if I were watching what the perfect anatomy of a man should look like. The perfection of him is beyond belief. The way each indentation and hard line complements the next is something fierce.

  He places himself between my legs and peppers soft kisses on my thighs and pussy. “Do you…” Kiss. Kiss. “Know how…” Kiss. Kiss. “Hard that was…” Kiss. Kiss. “For me…” Kiss. Kiss. “To stop you…” Kiss. Kiss. “While you were sucking me?” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

  I chuckle but, at the same time, writhe as he’s teasing me.

  He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. I bring a hand down and caress his hair. Damn, he’s so beautiful.

  He smiles and closes his eyes for a second. Then, he goes back to placing kisses over my panties. “God, I love the sweet smell of you,” he murmurs, hooking two fingers around the strap on the sides. “It’s my turn to make you quiver and shake.”

  “Oh, damn…” I coo as he pulls my panties down.

  I lift my hips, helping him get me completely naked because I can’t wait any longer to have him inside of me. The crazy buildup and anticipation to feel him inside me is more than I can bear right now.

  This is not the longest I’ve held out before. I made Steve wait six months before even letting him finger me. I wasn’t as comfortable with him as I am with Lorenzo—but this is definitely harder. Waiting to be intimate with Lorenzo has been difficult because he’s constantly on my mind, and something about the way he looks at me every single time we’re together drives me absolutely crazy.

  His eyes are so sexy with how they bore into me. I can’t help but think of sex every time he looks at me this way.

  “Damn, baby. I can hear your kitty purring for me,” he says as two of his fingers graze my slit.

  I moan. “Lorenzo.”

  His fingers brush my area three more times before he finally inserts them inside me.

  “Oh my God!” I scream, bucking my hips. The thousands of sensations flowing through my body make my head snap back.

  “Fuck, Carissa,” he whispers before whipping his tongue up and down my clit.

  Oh my fucking God. I’m going to touch the stars.

  I whip my head back and forth, writhing from the feeling, and spread my legs further, but no matter how wide I try to move them, they’re still not far enough apart.

  He alternates between suckles and licks, and it’s barely two minutes of pleasure when my peak hits, and I come crashing down.

  “Oh, God!” I push his head away because I can’t take the way it feels anymore. I’m just too damn sensitive.

  I squeeze my knees together, but as I do, he sits up and parts them with his hands. “Oh, no. I’m not done with you yet,” he says with a devilish smirk.

  I’m not ready for anything more. That was so intense after not having any for years. I don’t think I can take any more of what he has to give me.

  Slowly, he lowers himself on top of me and pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Carissa.”

  His lips come down onto mine, and that’s when he pushes himself deep inside me.

  “I’m going to go slow, baby, so I don’t hurt you. It’s been too long for both of us,” he whispers in my ear, softly pushing in and out of me.

  “Okay,” I coo.

  As he keeps going, his thrusts intensify, and now I’m starting to feel his entire dick forcing its way farther into me.

  It’s feeling so good.

  So damn good, I’m on the verge of crying. Fuck.

  I claw his back and grip onto him tightly. He’s massive and is stretching me out completely.

  “Oh my fucking GOD!” I whip my head to the side.

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sp; “Jesus, you’re so tight…. Ah, fuck!” He begins going a little faster but then steadies his pace.

  “Lorenzo… Fuck me harder! Please!” I beg like my life depends on him pounding into me.

  He rams inside me and continues to slam persistently, giving me pleasure with each thrust, and it’s the sweetest assault on my pussy I’ve ever felt.

  Damn, it’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with someone.

  Damn, it’s never been like this before.

  “Lorenzo! I’m coming again! Oh my God!” I release onto him as he continues pounding into me. It’s the exact definition of fireworks exploding into the night sky on the Fourth of July. It’s the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, finally letting go after nearly a hundred years.

  Seconds later, he’s finally letting go as well.

  Once we’re done, he falls beside me and wraps his big strong arms around mine. This feels almost as good as what he just did to me.

  Almost.

  I feel him taking in a deep, relaxed breath. “That was completely amazing.”

  “It was,” I say, snuggling into him.

  He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Good night, sweetheart.”

  “Good night, love.”

  He squeezes me tighter into his chest, and I know for damn sure that I’m not going to be humping any walls at my apartment tonight because there’s no way I’m going home. I’m going to stay right here, lying right beside him for the rest of the night.

  I want to stay like this for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Carissa

  I wake up to the feel of sweet kisses on my cheek. I smile before opening my eyes, quickly remembering last night.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Lorenzo whispers into my ear.

  “Good morning, love,” I reply.

  His arms wrap around me just like they had the night before, and I relish in the feel of being in his embrace.

  It feels so good to be close to him like this. To feel wanted, sexy, loved…

  I know I’ve fallen for him, but how does he feel about me? I know he likes me, obviously. But is there more from his part?

  Maybe it’s too soon.

  It’s definitely too soon.

  I’m the crazy one who falls head over heels in love with a guy after only knowing him for a couple of weeks…

  “You hungry, beautiful?” He places another kiss on my cheek and rubs my belly.

  I giggle because he is being gentle, and it tickles. “I am actually.”

  He chuckles too. “I figured. Your belly is telling me you are.”

  I shrug. “You took a lot out of me last night.”

  He squeezes me tighter. “So did you. How about I get up and make us some breakfast and then we can pick up right back where we left off last night? Maybe we can soak in the tub and you’ll let me massage you in there.”

  “That sounds amazing,” I respond, closing my eyes and imagining the two of us getting naughty in the bathtub. I feel a pool beginning to form between my thighs. Would it be wrong of me to ask him to eat me for breakfast instead?

  My stomach growls again and he chuckles once more, kissing the top of my head. “And that’s my cue. Let me go whip something up real quick. You stay right here, naked and beautiful.” He runs a hand over my body, squeezes my tit, and grips my ass.

  “Oh my God, Lorenzo…” I lean my head back into him.

  He inserts two fingers into my cunt, then massages and makes little circles, making me want to explode already.

  “Damn, look at you, sweetheart. Dripping wet and ready to go.”

  “Lorenzo, don’t stop…” I beg.

  He kisses my neck, increasing his speed. “I’m not planning on it, baby. I’m going to make you feel good all day today. My mission is to make you feel amazing. We’re going to be naked in bed all day. Fuck, you feel so good… Your pussy is so soft.”

  I feel my release building up, and right as I’m about to let go, he slips his hard cock into my pussy from behind, making my orgasm that much more intense.

  “Fuck! Lorenzo!” I grip onto his sheets, enjoying the sensation of it once more.

  “Come, baby! Come for me!”

  A rushing wave of pleasure leaks out of me and coats him as he continues thrusting into me.

  “You’re a beast,” I say, as he flips me around. “Why didn’t you finish too?” I place a kiss on his lips.

  He smiles. “I told you. Today is all about you and making you feel amazing. I’m planning on coming later. Much later.”

  Pulling away, he rises from the bed and leaves me to watch him walking to grab his sweats from the night before. He puts them on, and the way they hang on his hips is completely immaculate and flawless. He’s fucking amazing in every way possible.

  He turns around and faces me with a smile. “Damn, babe.”

  “What?” I smile, pulling up the sheet to cover myself. I can’t believe how open he makes me feel that I was just lying here naked like we’ve been at this for years. Then again, we pretty much let ourselves go without a second thought last night.

  “Just looking at you like that… your hair a mess, hanging down around your face, your pink-flushed ‘just orgasmed’ cheeks, your breasts sticking out from the top of the sheets, and me knowing that you’re completely naked under there and I had you time and time again? Perfection. You’re pure perfection.”

  I giggle and adjust my hair, not really giving a care in the world about it since hearing how he feels about it—me. “That’s funny, because I feel the same way about you,” I say.

  He comes up to the bed and leans down to kiss me once more. “Let me go make us something. I’ll be back in a little while and serve you in bed.”

  I smile as he pulls back and heads out the door.

  He wants to serve me breakfast in bed? I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me before. Not a lover anyway. Sure, I’ve been brought food when I was too sick to get out of bed, but not in a sexual way like he’s indicating.

  I let the covers fall off me and move to where he was lying on the bed. I flip over to my belly and close my eyes, breathing in deeply. I can smell his masculine scent, and it sends shivers down my spine. It reminds me of the way he felt when he was on top of me.

  When I open my eyes, I take notice of his nightstand and the photograph on it. It’s of a woman with long blonde hair and deep-blue eyes—just like Gianna’s. I instantly realize who it is. It’s his wife.

  Or late wife.

  She was beautiful, and I frown, thinking once again how hard it must have been on Lorenzo to lose her.

  But as I continue looking at the picture, something about her gives me the feeling of déjà vu. Something about her looks so damn familiar. Where have I seen her before?

  Something is not sitting right with me.

  I can’t put my finger on it, but I know for a fact I’ve seen her before. As a matter of fact, I remember that when I first saw Lorenzo leaving the bar the first night, I thought I had seen him somewhere else too. But where?

  Then it hits me. Flashes from five years ago dart to the front of my mind and tears well in my eyes.

  I need to get out of here. I need to leave and quickly. I can’t do this anymore.

  I hop out of bed and fumble through my clothes, getting dressed.

  This was a mistake. I should have never given in and started seeing Lorenzo. I should have stayed in my little hole, curled up to myself.

  At least this way I’m taking my heart back off the table for a gamble. I gave him the power to hurt me, even if he doesn’t know it.

  Leaving now is going to destroy me inside, but what can I do? I can’t stay. I sure as shit can’t stay. I need to go.

  Fuck. My jeans and boots. They’re in the kitchen. I can’t even sneak out through the back.

  Whatever. He’s going to know I’m gone sooner or later. I’ll just tell him I had an emergency or something. I don’t know. I just know I have to leave.

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p; I race to the kitchen and see Lorenzo whipping up batter and frying some bacon on the stove. The smell wafts into my nose for the first time, and it smells amazing.

  But I can’t stay. I need to leave.

  He flips around and sees me grabbing my jeans from one of the dining room chairs. “Hey, you got dressed? I was going to come in and—”

  “Something came up,” I say, cutting him off because it’s pointless to let him talk when I already know what he’s going to say, and it’ll just break my heart. “I have to go… the hospital.” I immediately hate myself for using that as my excuse, but it’s the first thing that comes to my mind.

  I button my jeans and throw on my boots. It’s a good thing these are just slip-ons.

  “You’re leaving? Hey, what’s wrong? Your eyes are all red.” He places the bowl with the batter onto the counter and walks toward me.

  But he never reaches me because I back up. “I’m sorry… I’m fine. I have to go.”

  I turn around and march toward the front door. My heart is pounding at a million miles per minute, but at the same time, with each step I take, it’s breaking into a million pieces.

  I don’t want to leave. It’s the last thing I want to do. I want to stay here with him and pretend like I don’t remember five years ago.

  But now I can’t unremember it. I can’t just forget about it. I know I can’t do this. It’s going to kill me to get over him when I had just fallen in love with him.

  Tears crash down my cheeks as I hear his steps behind me. I grab my coat off the couch and quickly throw it on. I don’t even care if it’s on right.

  “Carissa, wait… What’s wrong?”

  I quickly unlock the door, open it, and without saying a single word to him, I head to my car.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lorenzo

  “Daddy! Nonna and I are going to make cookies!” Gianna throws herself into my lap, almost making me drop the bottle of beer in my hands.

  “That’s nice, princess. That sounds like so much fun.”

  Her eyes light up, and her smile widens. “Yes! It’s going to be fun. We’re going to decorate them with icing and sprinkles.” She takes a breath and hops off my lap. “Hi, Uncle Maxy.” She waves at my brother who is sitting across from me and then plops herself onto his lap.