Undefeated - A New Adult Romance Novel

by Hildreth, Scott

  “Ohhhh God,” she whispered.

  “Shhhhh, be quiet. Or you’ll just get excited and blubber foolishness. Tap me once for yes and twice for no,” I reminded her.

  “For now, Kace. You’ll wait. You’ll wait until I am convinced whatever we decide to do is in your best interest. But believe me - I want you as bad as you want me. And when we make that commitment - if we do - you better be ready,” I buried my mouth on her pussy.

  As I began to lick her pussy, she started moaning, pressing her hands into my shoulders. I pulled my right hand from her dress, and placed my cupped hand over her mouth. I slid my left hand under her butt cheek, raising her slightly off of the couch. My tongue deep inside her pussy, I worked my way up to her clit. As my tongue made contact with her clit, her body shuddered. I pressed my free hand firm against her mouth.

  She tapped my shoulder once.

  Pulling her butt upward, I pushed my mouth against her pussy and my tongue against her clit. I lowered my upper lip, pressing her clit between my lip and tongue. Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked her clit repeatedly and lightly until she began to thrust her hips. As her hips rose high, she screamed into my hand.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” her mouth opened and her teeth pressed against the palm of my hand.

  She released my shoulder with her right hand and tapped my back once. I continued to torture her clit with my tongue. She moved her hand back into place and squeezed my shoulders.

  She pulled her hips down into the couch cushion and started to wiggle away from me, pushing my shoulders away from her as she did. I lifted my hand from her face and wiped my mouth.

  “Oh my fucking God, Shane,” she said as she scooted across the couch cushions - making as much distance as she could between us.

  She sat in the corner of the couch staring at me as if she had no idea who I was.

  Puzzled, I looked at her for a moment. The most beautiful woman in the world looked back at me in amazement.

  “Fucking kiss me,” I said.

  Immediately, she pounced across the couch and wrapped her arms around me. My hands on either side of her face, we kissed. Her full lips against mine, our tongues slowly searched for satisfaction. With my eyes closed, my mind found pure ecstasy in kissing Kace.

  Our lips slowly parted. As they did, I bit her lower lip, holding it firmly. She lightly moaned as I clenched it between my teeth. Without saying a word, I let go and slowly stood. As I reached for my shirt, she stared at my upper body.

  “Who, Kace? Who’s the most beautiful woman in the world?”

  She pointed to her chest, “Me.”

  “Yes you are,” I assured her.

  Slowly, she shook her head and rolled her eyes.

  “I could cum just watching you put on your shirt. You were right. I know it’s been forever and a day, but you do everything perfectly, don’t you?” she sighed as she grabbed her panties.

  I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head.

  “Fucker,” she said as she pulled her panties over her feet.

  As I reached for my hoodie, she slid her legs over the couch and attempted to stand.

  “I can’t feel my legs,” she complained as she tried to stand.

  “I carried you in, I’ll carry you out,” I said as I zipped up my hoodie.

  I reached down, picked her up, and hoisted her tight to my chest, cradling her in my arms. Her body parallel to the floor, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. She turned her head and looked up into my eyes.

  “Shane, I don’t know how you’ll know when the time has come. You know, when I’m no longer vulnerable. But when you decide it’s time, as you say - know this. I like it rough. Think about that. And you better pray to God that you’re ready,” she said.

  Kace might only weigh one hundred pounds and barely be five feet tall, but when the time comes…

  Shane Dekkar is going to have his hands full.

  I know that.

  SHANE. I have no complaints about my life. Life, as they say, is what we make it. I make mine a series of lessons. I learn something every day - and what I learn allows me to live the next day without the same worries, problems, or concerns I have harbored in the past.

  We are told to learn from our mistakes, and this will prevent us from repeating them. I live my life paying attention to all of what is around me. I pay close attention to the mistakes that others make and learn from them. It prevents me from having to make the same errors that they have already made. We never know what the future may have in place for us, but remembering the events of the past allows us to walk into the future without much hesitation or wonder. I feel today as if I have lived the lives of many.

  When you least expect it, life may propose something to you. Something you might not necessarily be looking for, but without a doubt has the ability to offer your life some form of enrichment. When this time comes, all we can do is hope that we are living in that particular day with an open mind, heart, and arms.

  Mike Ripton was one of life’s proposals of enrichment.

  “So, she said, Ripp, you have a stain on your shorts. I looked down and was like, what the fuck. To tell you the truth, hell, I thought it was barbeque sauce. So she reaches down and tries to wipe it off. It was pretty cool she was willing to rub my leg, so I didn’t grab her or anything. Anyway, she brushes my leg and says, it looks like blood, and there’s something in your pocket. And it’s bleeding. I freaked the fuck out,” Ripp took a drink of his beer and a deep breath.

  “So I start brushing my leg wondering what the fuck it is and it hits me. I got that fucking finger in my pocket. You carried Kace in the house, so I figured you two were fuckin’. I was like, ‘Shit. What to do.’ I turned, reached into my pocket, and pulled out the finger. When she wasn’t lookin’, I opened the grill and tossed that little nasty fucker in the grill. It fell through the rack and into the fire. About five minutes, and she starts sayin’ ‘Something smells like burning flesh.’ I acted like I couldn’t smell it,” he finished his beer and started rubbing his bald head with the palms of his hands.

  I pulled my hood up and tugged it tight to my head. As I started to massage it into my cheeks, he picked up a fresh beer and continued.

  “So that little motherfucker stunk up the whole yard. I’d already pulled half the chicken off the grill, but had the other half in there with that stinkin’ ass three month old finger. It’s smokin’ and stinkin’ and making me about half sick. The whole time, I’m acting like I smell nothing. She’s about to barf. I tell this bitch we were eatin’ grapes earlier, and that was a crushed grape in my pocket. But here’s the deal,” he placed his beer on the table, leaned toward me, and opened his eyes wide.

  “I put that chicken on the other side of the platter. The finger chicken. And that’s the shit I gave to the girls,” he held his eyes open wide waiting for me to respond.

  “God damn, Ripp. The girls? You fed that shit to Kace?” I asked as I pressed my hood into my face.

  “Yep. Dude, I’m sorry, but it was just simple math. We had half the chicken that was unharmed. That’s a chicken and a half of the clean stuff. Luckily you weren’t too hungry. Only reason I’m telling you is because you didn’t actually eat any. Had you got into the dirty shit, I’d a kept my mouth shut,” he nodded his head and picked his beer back up off the table.

  “I ain’t shittin’ ya. I’d a fed you that shit if I had to,” he said as he tipped his beer bottle up.

  “Fuck. You sick fucker. Let’s keep this between us. Forever. I mean it, Ripp,” I said as I opened the face of my hood with my hands.

  “Bet,” he said as he held out his right hand.

  I reached out and shook his hand, confirming that this conversation stopped here, and would never be discussed again.

  “So, after she eats that finger chicken, I ain’t sure I can fuck with her. She’s cute as fuck, but damn, dude. She ate the dirty shit,” he raised one eyebrow and waited.

  “You fed it to her,” I paused for an inst
ant, “And you cut it off the guy. You cut it off, and you cooked it, and you’re worried about her being gross for eating chicken that was cooked with it? Chicken that you fed her”

  “See, that’s why I keep you around. You always keep shit so real. Yeah, never thought of it like that. I guess if they’re giving prizes for bein’ gross, cuttin’ that fucker off and cookin’ it trumps the finger chicken, huh?” he asked.

  “I’d sure think so,” I responded.

  He nodded his head and took another drink of beer.

  “Yeah. I might keep trying to fuck with her then. Guess you’re gonna be fucking with Kace, and she ate a ton of that finger chicken. I can’t really call or consider her gross, she’s your girl and all,” he said.

  I shook my head and pulled off my hood.

  “We’re done with this, okay?” I asked.

  “Alright, brother. Done,” he said as he rubbed his hands together.

  “Well, she seems nice. She’s really pretty,” I admitted.

  “Yeah. She’s hot. That’s for sure,” he laughed.

  “I hate it when you call people hot. It’s so fucking insensitive. All it really means is I want to fuck you. That’s pretty much it,” I complained.

  “Yeah, but I do want to fuck her, bro’. Did you get a good look at her?” he raised his hands in wonder.

  “I did. But seriously - you want to fuck her based on the fact that she’s tall, blonde, and has a nice ass,” I sighed.

  “Yup,” he said as he tipped his bottle of beer up.

  I shook my head, “That’s what brings parentless children into this earth. Broken marriages. Torn emotions.”

  I pulled the front of my hood up to my face.

  “Dude, enough of the sorrow bullshit. Not everyone’s as clean as you. Who dates a chic for three months after seeing her for a month before they started dating, and doesn’t fuck her? I know of one person. You. You’re a fucking weirdo. I’ve been telling you that for a few years now,” he said as he pointed toward me.

  “We’re making progress. Don’t fucking start. We’ve talked about this, Ripp. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s sensitive, vulnerable, and liable to make a decision based on something she thinks she needs, not what she actually desires. Like if your car breaks down, and someone gives you a car to drive. You drive whatever they give you. You drive it out of necessity, not desire. If you had the time to pick your own car, you’d damn sure pick something different. I want her to pick me because she feels she wants me, not because she needs to fill a hole in her soul with whatever she can stuff in there,” I slipped my hands under my hoodie and felt my dog tags.

  Ripp looked up at the ceiling and back down at me. He took a shallow drink of his beer and swallowed it, “Yeah, but her car’s been running like shit for about ten years, and broke down for what? Four? She ain’t had sex in four years. She ain’t making an uninformed decision. And if your car does happen to broken down, and someone hands you a fucking Benz, you don’t drive that bad boy because you have to. You drive it because you know it’s a damn fine ride. You’re acting like you’re some shitty assed dude, Dekk. You’re not. We both know it,” he pushed his empty beer bottle toward the center of the table.

  “Well, we’ve been talking about going to see her mother. I’ve tried to talk her into letting me take her there. It’s been about ten years since she’s seen her. That’s the first step for me. I want to do this right,” I leaned onto the table and sighed.

  Ripp rubbed the hair on his chin. He looked like he belonged on a surfboard in Los Angeles or on the beach at Venice. His head was always shaved, his body tan, and his chin had a patch of hair on it, always. No mustache, no typical male goatee, just a patch of hair on his chin. He rubbed it and stared at me, obviously thinking.

  “You know. You watch guys play basketball. Sometimes you think you see a shot they ought to take, and you scream at the T.V, take the shot. Most of the time they don’t, and you wonder why. Sometimes they do. But have you ever seen a guy take the time to shoot a basket and block his own shot?” he asked as his mouth began to form a smile.

  I shook my head, “No, suppose not.”

  “Me neither. If they take the time to shoot, they’re gonna let that fucker fly and see what happens. They took the risk when it left their fingertips. With Kace, dude, you’re blocking your own shot. You took the time to seek her out – after you met the first time at the video place. Did you forget that? You’ve been courting her for three months. You shot. Let that baby fly. Right into the basket,” he rubbed his chin and smiled, confident that he’d made his point.

  I pulled the hood from my head and reached for my water glass. As I tipped it to my lips, I looked at him and squinted my eyes.

  “Made sense, huh? The Ripper ain’t no dummy, bro,” he chuckled.

  “Yeah, cooking that finger was a smart move,” I responded.

  “Whoa. I thought we were done with that one?” he said as he pushed himself from the table and leaned into his chair.

  “You’re right. Sorry. And yeah, you made a good point. I’m thinking,” I responded.

  “Well, while you’re thinking, think of this. There’s two months till the fight. I’m thinking about taking off for a few months and helping you train. What do you think?” he asked as he leaned back toward the table.

  “What do you mean, Ripp?” I asked as I leaned forward..

  “Simple. I’ll spar with you. I’ll watch the tapes of that dude, Mc Claskey. I’ll mimic his style, and we’ll spar as often as you want. I’ll help push you physically. You know I’m a chameleon. I don’t have a style. I’ll become him. You can beat on me all you want. I want you to win this fucker for sure, Shane. Hell, if you do. Shit. You’ll be on the cover of Sports Illustrated,” he tightened his jaw and made a fist.

  I clenched my fist and extended my arm toward the center of the table.

  “Do it,’ he said.

  I smacked my fist against his.

  “Guess it’s settled,” he said.

  “Guess so,” I admitted.

  “When you wanting to start?” he asked.

  “Whenever you’re ready,” I responded, excited about training with Ripp.

  “Let’s start today. Just stay off this jaw,” he said as he rubbed his jaw.

  “You know I can’t make any promises once I step into that ring, Ripp,” I said apologetically.

  “I know you can’t. It’s what makes you the beast that you are. It’s that devil inside of you. The one you’re either fighting against or fighting for. Never seen another one like ya. You got that devil inside,” he said as he stood and grabbed his wallet.

  He was right.

  And I needed to feed the demons.

  KACE. There are instances in our lives that we will never forget, no matter how hard we try. Other events, although we will attempt to retain those precious memories, somehow fade away. The memory of yet other events will simply remain forever, stuck in the backs of our minds; we often remember the year, day, and sometimes even the hour associated with these occurrences - even the smell that lingered in the air will remain in our mind as a reminder of the event that we have so preciously tucked away.

  Ivan Povlov, a Russian physiologist, in studying classical conditioning, had a theory about the human mind. He rang a bell each time he would feed his dog. Over time, the dog associated the ringing sound with an opportunity to obtain food. The scientist, in proof of this theory, would ring the bell, and watch the dog salivate at the sound of the bell alone.

  “Babe, I’m home,” Shane said as he walked in the front door.

  “I’m in the kitchen,” I replied as I moved the groceries around on the countertop.

  As he walked into the kitchen, he unzipped his hoodie. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “Ripp and I just got done training. What are you making?” he smelled clean, as if he had just taken a shower.

 
; “I’m not really sure. Some kind of pasta. I bought wheat pasta, fresh basil, vegetables, and some lean beef. I was going to broil the meat and make a pasta dish. It just sounded good. You want anything in particular?” I asked as I shuffled the groceries around.

  “I want you, Kace,” he responded as he kissed the back of my neck.

  A chill ran down my spine. Seeing Shane was enough to make me wet. Seeing Shane shirtless made me an uncomfortable mess. Having Shane touch me and talk to me like this made me melt into a puddle on the floor.

  His warm breath on my neck moved my thoughts from cooking to other things - things from the books that I read. My books are both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I feel as if I have actually experienced all of the things that I read about, and I feel far more experienced than I actually am. Truth be known, I have minimal experience with sex, period.

  He raised his hands to my shoulders and turned me around to face him. Without speaking, he slid his hands from my shoulders to my neck. Softly, his hands moved up my neck to my face, holding my face in his hands as he kissed me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss as much as the first time we kissed. Kissing Shane was not kissing alone, it was experiencing - experiencing feeling and emotions that were unfamiliar to me. I felt alive when Shane kissed me. As my body tingled from head to toe, I smelled the sweet basil as I inhaled a breath through my nose.

  “I could kiss you forever,” he said as his face slowly moved away from mine.

  I opened my eyes and focused on his face.