Isaak: The Counterpunch Series Book 1

by K J Ellis

“No, it’s okay. I think it’ll be best coming from me.” He nods his head gently, handing me my phone with the number already on the screen. I take it from him and hit the call button.

  “I’ll go call Spencer whilst you speak to them.” he walks out of the room as someone picks up.

  “Hello.” My mums cheerier voice fills my ears.

  “Hi Mum. How are you?” I ask, the worry I’m feeling about telling her our news sitting in the back of my throat.

  “I’m fine darling. You okay? You don’t sound so great.” Nothing ever slips past her.

  “I’m good.” I don’t bother telling her about my fall. It will only make her worry more when it’s not needed. I’ll be right as rain in a couple of days and when the bruising as settled down. “But there is something I need to tell you.”

  “Should I be worried, Remme? Is Isaak ok?” She starts questioning.

  “Yes, fine. We have some exciting news. I’m eight weeks pregnant. Congratulations you’re going to be grandparents.” I say without taking a breath.

  I hear her gasp and then silence. “Mum, you still there?”

  The next thing I know, she’s screaming down the phone. “Barry, were going to be grandparents. Oh Remme, I know this is happening fast but I’m over the moon. Are you both ok with the news though?” Hearing her excitement makes me smile.

  When I hear him shout back, his voice now full of emotion, it melts my heart. “Dawn, did you just say I’m going to be a granddad?” I tell her we were both shocked but delighted with the news, before ending the call. Not without promising her that I will take it easy and keep her informed on my pregnancy. She sounds just like Isaak in her nagging.

  I love Isaak, but the constant mothering is starting to get on my nerves. It comes from a good place though, so I’m not about to stop him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. He wants to protect what is his, and me and baby peanut are all his.

  Closing my eyes for a minute, I can hear the deep mumble of Isaak’s voice, though I can’t hear what he is saying.

  I must have fallen into a nana nap after I came off the phone.

  “Sleepy head, you feeling okay?”

  Again, with the questions, God bless him.

  “Yes, Isaak. I just nodded off while it was quiet. What did Spence say?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “He didn’t answer, so I left him message. How were your parents?”

  “Mum screamed down the phone, almost deafening me. She was excited about becoming a nanny. She took it so much better than I thought she would, to be fair.” he nods cheerfully.

  “I’ve invited Spencer around for dinner tomorrow. No doubt when he gets the voicemail, he’ll be worried about you and will want to see you for himself. I hope that’s okay?”

  He’s so sweet, I could eat him up right now.

  Just then, the obnoxious sound that fills the house alerts us to someone being at the door. Isaak heads for the intercom to see who it is.

  “It’s Kenny and Saxon.” He shouts as he makes his way to let them in.

  Following Isaak out the room, I turn into the kitchen to put on the kettle and get the coffee machine ready to make our guests a drink.

  Kenny, Isaak and what I can only describe as a sexy, man mountain, walk into the kitchen. Isaak stalks over to me and leans down to my ear.

  “Eyes off, Sweetcheeks. Not only are you carrying my Peanut, I think you're forgetting something. You're mine.” His growl is predatory and makes my knickers damp.

  Looking up at him, I know he can see how fucking horny I am for him right now. It must be my hormones or something. I’m ready to kick our guests out when Isaak takes a little step away, breaking the spell I’m under, but not relieving me of the ache I need taking care of.

  “Isaak, I need to talk to you about the rematch. Do you have time to talk?” Kenny asks Isaak, whilst looking at me. “Remme, I’m sorry for dropping in like this, but with Isaak not attending the gym right now, and rightly so, I figured it best to come here,” he says apologetically.

  “Yeah okay, but first...Remme, this is Saxon Evans. He is an old gym buddy, but more importantly, he's private security.” Isaak says, introducing us.

  I remember overhearing the call he took with Saxon yesterday. Isaak told me he had agreed to take us on.

  “Nice to meet you, Saxon.” I reach over to shake his huge hand that dwarfs mine. His shake is firm, strong, and full of authority. A quick chat is had where he tells us that he has a small team of men that are already scoping out the property.

  “If it's okay with you both, I would like to take a look around the house to make sure it’s safe and secure, while Kenny and Isaak talk business.” He is all business, which is good. If he is focused then I know we will be in safe hands.

  With the okay from Isaak, Saxon leaves to look around. I can’t help it, but I find myself eyeing up his backside, his tight dress trousers showcasing his firm gluts. Luckily, Isaak doesn’t see me doing it.

  I don’t get where all this is coming from: Isaak has everything and more when it comes to looks and effecting me, but I’m so horny, I’m finding every man I see bloody gorgeous. I’m just going to blame it on my hormones and stick with that.

  “Kenny, let's talk about the rematch, shall we?” Isaak’s asks.

  Making the two of them their coffees, I take them over to where they have taken up residence to talk business. As I go to leave them to it, Isaak gently pulls me to his lap and cradles his arms around me, placing his hand protectively on my stomach. Kenny doesn’t seem to notice I’m even still here, let alone the protective display Isaak is currently showcasing. My phone pings with a text message just then, pulling it out and opening it I see a message from spencer.

  Spence: Just picked up the voice mail from Isaak about dinner tomorrow. I’m free so see you then. x

  I turn the phone so Isaak can see the text from spence and he smiles. Grabbing the phone from my hand he sends a reply saying we can’t wait to see him, and hands it back.

  The meeting goes well, I think. I’m not up to date with the whole ins and outs of boxing, so I stay silent, taking in what I can understand.

  By the end of it, a contract is signed, stating that the rematch clause is being utilised from Isaak’s camp. Now it’s up to Alexander's camp to sign his part.

  The ball is in Alex’s court now, but we all know he isn’t going to want to take this fight. I know it has to be done and Isaak has to do this, but I honestly don’t know if my heart can take it.

  I don’t like it—not one little bit—but for Isaak, I’m more than willing to try.

  We’re in this fight together now after all.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Isaak

  Sleeping in the bed with Remme last night almost killed me. Knowing she was lying there next to me and that I couldn’t do all the things I wanted to, gave me a bad case of blue balls. I don’t know what’s got into her lately. It certainly isn't me. She’s becoming more aroused with each passing day. The way she looked at Saxon yesterday almost had me rip my old friends face off. I don’t like this new side of her: it brings out the beast in me. So much so, I find myself on Google researching everything and anything about pregnancy. Turns out being pregnant can turn women into rampant bunnies, or can cause them to go off sex all together. Remme seems to be at the stage of wanting to jump the bones of any half-decent looking man, including the likes of Owen. That in itself says it all. At least I know it’s a phase, and she's forever reassuring me I’m the only man for her. But still, it’s not exactly an ego boost now, is it? Especially with us only having been together intimately a handful of times.

  “Babe, Spencer has just texted me. He’s on his way over.” Remme informs me as she walks into the kitchen where I’m cooking the meanest looking steak. I have a point to prove after all. As I’ve not yet met Spencer, I need him to know Remme is mine now.

  Just then the intercom blares out.

  “Speak of th
e devil,” she says as she sways her hips towards the front door to let the man, I’m secretly wanting to punch in the face already, into our home.

  Our home.

  I keep saying it, but she hasn’t actually moved in. The thought rolls around in my mind, but I’m stopped short when laughter gets closer, until it’s right in front of where I’m working on the steak.

  One look at the man standing in front of me has my mind doubled over in fits of laughter.

  “Isaak, Spencer. Spence, Isaak.” Remme gets the introductions out the way. Spencer looks over at me after laughing at something with Remme.

  “Spank my arse and call me Suzie. You’re even hotter in person. It’s a shame you don’t bat for the other team,” he openly speaks, not an ounce of shit given.

  I can’t help it, but I feel my cheeks heat up. This evening is going to be entertaining to say the least.

  Spencer the best friend is GAY! As in very gay. It’s so obvious that I almost blurted it out. I try to control my laughter and embarrassment, not because of the fact he’s gay—each to their own and all that—but because I’ve gone to all this effort to show him that he doesn’t stand a chance with Remme. I was ready to stick my chest out, start banging on it and flex my muscles. I worked this plan out in my head all morning, and for what? Absolutely nothing.

  Spencer doesn’t hide the fact that he’s gay, and that to me shows me the kind of person he really is. He’s owning who he is, and that’s cool with me. I don’t need to give him a beating or have to make the point that Remme is mine. It also helps that he's the only male I know who Remme won’t be thinking crude thoughts about.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Spencer. How do you take your meat?” I ask.

  “Deep and fulfilling,” he states simply.

  I almost curl over and die on the spot, but I cover my mouth to try and hide my smirk from showing.

  “I mean your steak,” I say from behind my hand.

  “Good God, Spence. Stop drooling and wipe your mouth,” Remme laughs out.

  “What? I’m just admiring one fine specimen. It wasn’t a crime the last time I checked.”

  We move the conversation into the dining room so we can eat the steak dinner I slaved over in the kitchen.

  Spencer has been talking quite animatedly with Remme for the past hour or so. I can tell she wants to tell him the news. I think she’s waiting for an opening, but by God, this man could talk a nun into committing a sin, so I help her out a bit.

  “Sweetcheeks, was there something you wanted to tell Spence?” I slip in the conversation, just as he stops for a breather.

  “Oh yeah. What’s that? Wait, no. let me guess….” He looks her up and down, looking for what I don’t know. “Omg, you’re up the duff, aren’t you?”

  “What? How did you know?” she questions, full of surprise, smiling blissfully.

  “Girl, if I had a man that looked like Hercules on steroids at my beck and call, I’d be pregnant, too.”

  The water I was about to swallow ends up all over the table in front of me. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I busy myself with cleaning up the mess I made, trying not to laugh, or worse, blush.

  “How far are you? Tell me everything,” he demands, getting excited like a kid in a sweet shop.

  Remme begins to tell him about the baby and how we found out, so I choose that moment to clear the table and sort the mess out in the kitchen so they can celebrate together.

  I’m in the kitchen five minutes before I hear Spencer shouting from the rooftops.

  “I’m going to be the best Uncle Spence ever!”

  I can’t help the pull of my mouth as it forms a smile. It’s turned out to be a great night, and I’m glad I invited him over.

  It’s not long after that he decides to leave, but not before making sure Remme promises to keep him in the loop about the baby, and telling her she’s to stay put as he’ll be working away for the next few weeks and he wants to make sure she’s looked after. I don’t have the heart to tell him that she wasn’t going anywhere, anyway.

  Remme walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. “Thank you.”

  “What for, baby?”

  “For tonight, and the past couple of days. I don’t know what I’d have done without you nursing me back to health.”

  I turn around, still linked in her arms. “You would’ve done the same for me. You don’t need to thank me, Remme.” I pull her closer into me and place a feather light kiss on her forehead. “Come with me.” I take a hold of her hand and lead her outside. “I want to show you something.”

  “Where are you taking me, Isaak?”

  “If you wait out here with me just a little bit longer, you will see the sun disappear over the horizon.” I sit down on one of the loungers and pull her down gently onto my lap. Remme gets herself comfortable on my legs and my arms are wrapped around her, my hands splayed out over our baby. We talk about anything and everything as we watch the sun setting under the tree canopy.

  “Oh, wow. It’s beautiful,” she says, breathlessly.

  I look from the sky to Remme. “Not as beautiful as looking at you.” I can’t get enough of her.

  I start to think about how she’ll look in the next few months. If she can look this beautiful now, I can’t wait to see what she’ll look like with a protruding stomach as she nurtures our growing baby.

  Knowing that this woman sitting in front of me is now carrying my child is an overwhelming thought but one I can't wait to have the reality of. It sparks something in me that's undeniably primal. I wanna beat my chest and shout from the rooftops that Remme has given me two of the best gifts in the world: herself and now a little person who will hold a part of both of us—a baby that we've created together.

  I lift her up off my lap with ease and swing my legs out from underneath her so I can stand. Taking a hold of her hand, I pull her up to stand with me then bend down at the waist and go to lift her over my shoulder. I’m frozen on the spot when I think I could hurt her or the baby.

  “It’s okay, Isaak, we're not made of glass; we won’t break.” No sooner are the words out of her mouth, I’m throwing her over my shoulder as I originally planned, spanking her arse from her position over my shoulder as I walk us to the bedroom. I can't help it: she has such a perfect, smackable arse.

  I throw her on the bed where she lands with a soft oomph. I look down at her as something in my chest tightens. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I can't believe she is mine—they are mine. It still makes me stop in wonderment every time I think about it.

  “Isaak what's the matter?” She looks at me with a worried expression as she leans up from the bed, waiting for me to answer her.

  “Nothing, Sweetcheeks. Just looking at how beautifully right you look on my bed,” I tell her truthfully, beaming from ear to ear at her. “Everything is perfect.” I stalk towards her, slipping my shirt over my head as I go. I chuck the material at my feet and Remme licks her lip as she takes in my bare chest.

  “Bruiser, if you don’t get over here this instant, I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” she says with the most serious look on her face. I kneel on the edge of the bed, reaching for the waistband of her shorts. I want to be gentle with her, but I also want her naked and under me as soon as possible. Pulling down her shorts, I leave the lacy black underwear she has on underneath in place. I throw the shorts to the floor, too, where they land on top of my shirt, her clothes look perfect in the space next to mine. Again, there’s that feeling in my chest.

  Turning back around, I lean over her, taking us both down onto the bed, then it hits me…

  I'm in love with this woman.

  My mind shouts it like it needs to convince me. I can’t say it to Rem yet; it's too soon, isn’t it?

  But I do. I love Remme.

  I realise that's the feeling in my chest; it's the warmth of having the woman I love in my arms, close to me and feeling the same
emotions as me.

  “Isaak, you're scaring me, what's going on?”

  I can’t help it. I crush my mouth on hers in a bruising clash of all the love I have for her. Lifting my lips from hers, I say, “Nothing at all baby. Nothing at all.”

  Taking the hem of her tank top, I lift it up and over her flat but not for long, stomach, placing a gentle kiss there, whispering to the child we created. “Hey there little dude or dudette. I’m gonna take such good care of you and mummy.” Tilting my head back up to hers, I have the biggest grin on my face. It almost hurts, it’s that wide. Carrying on with the task of stripping her naked, I lift the rest of her top over the rise of her perfectly amazing tits making my mouth water at just the mere sight of them covered in the same black lace as her bottoms. I take her lacy covered nipple in my mouth. She moans loudly as she fists my hair before pulling slightly.

  Letting go of her peaked bud, I watch the wet lace rub over it, causing Rem to moan even louder.

  “Let's get rid of the rest of this fabric, shall we?”

  Remme lifts up a little, just enough for me to reach round and unclasp her bra. As soon as that’s out of my way, I take her other nipple in my mouth and show it the same attention as the other. I give one last kiss and lick my way down her body until I get to her underwear.

  “These are in the way baby: they have to go.'' Grabbing the flimsy lace in one hand I tear them clean off her body. She gasps in surprise and amazement.

  Holding the scrap of material, I ask for her hands, and without question or hesitation but with lust in her eyes, Rem puts both arms out, wrists together. My girl knows what I want to do. She has a dirty side just like me. Fuck me, if that doesn’t make me love her all the more.

  I make quick work of tying the lace around her delicate wrists and move them above her head and, tying them to the bed.

  As I take her mouth once again, she lifts her hips, silently telling me what she wants.

  “Not yet baby. Don’t worry, I will take care of you, but I don’t want to rush this.” Leaving her tied to the bed I stand to rid myself of the shorts that are strangling my dick, popping them on the pile that's already there on the floor. Taking both her calves in my hands and placing them on my shoulders I slide down between her silky legs, not stopping until my tongue is on her hot, wet, and waiting pussy.