A Fighter's Choice (5 page)

“Right,” she said, clearing her throat.

Come on, Amber, get a grip.

“How does the other guy look?” she asked, trying to
make a joke.

“I wouldn’t know. The fight lasted as long as expected,
but then everyone just skipped out. The cops came, and we all know what to do.”

She soaked some of the cloths and glanced at him.

“The cops got involved?”

“It’s illegal, remember?”

“Yeah, but I figured one of you would pay the cops
off.”

“It’s not that big of a deal. There are other arranged
fights out there that are even worse.”

“What can be worse than a simple fight?” she asked,
gripping his chin and tilting his head back.

“The fight to
the death.”

She frowned.
“Death?”

“Yeah, there are fights out there that not everyone
walks away from.” He kept talking as she wiped blood away from his face.

Bruising was already forming around his eye and down
his cheek. His ear had blood on the lobe, and his eye looked split as did his
lip.

“I find it hard to think of fighting to the death.
What can it achieve?” The very thought of watching a fight that ended with a
man dead on the floor sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew
it happened, just like trafficking, abuse, all of it. Going to see a fight to
the death willingly, however, wasn’t something she could understand. The very
thought of seeing someone murdered sickened her.

“You’d be surprised how many people are bloodthirsty,
Amber. There are plenty of people out there who’d love to see it and pay a lot
of money. It used to be a sport at one time.”

“Thousands of
years ago, not now.”
She rinsed out the cloth
seeing his blood fill the clear water. “You’re not infected are you, or disease-ridden?”

He laughed. “You’re asking me that now?”

“Talking about fights to the death, it slipped my
mind.”

“No, I’m not disease-ridden. I’ve got a clean bill of
health, and I’ve not been with anyone since without using a rubber. I’m safe.”

“Good. I’d hate to do a good deed and end up ill
because of it.” She continued to wipe his face from the dirt and sweat as well
as the blood.

“Don’t
worry,
you’re not
going to die because of me.”

She nodded. “So, what else is there in the world of
fighting?”

“You really want to know?” he asked.

“I’m fixing your face. I might as well know what else
goes on in the world.” She pushed the bowl to one side, careful not to spill
any water over the table. Opening up his first aid kit, she started to look for
the sterile wipes and plasters to put over his wounds.

“I’ve heard of dog fights. Not just dogs fighting dogs
but also men taking on dogs.” He shook his head. “Like I said, I’m little
league.”

“I bet you’ve been offered the big league though.”

“I have.”

“Why turn it down?” she asked.

“I don’t have a desire to die. I like fighting, but I
don’t want to die. Have you ever been tempted to strip?”

His question caught her off guard.

“Strip?”

“Yeah, seeing the men lusting after the women on
stage, have you ever been tempted to strip?”

“No. Stripping my clothes off for a man who doesn’t
respect me has never appealed. Some of the women love it, and others do it
because they have to. I’m not in any desperate need to be noticed by men.” She
opened the sterile wipes and started to work on his face. He released a wince
as the wipe glided over his cut. “Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything as she finished dressing the
cut on his eye and placing a plaster over it.

“Respect?” he asked.

“Yeah, what
about it?”

“You need respect to fuck?”

She smiled.
“To a point, yeah.
I’ve got to know the man sees me as more than a whore or someone who’s paid to
do a job. I don’t know. It makes sense in my head.”

“I get it. I know what you’re trying to say.”

“Good, at least that makes one of us.” She moved onto
his other cuts. When she was finished, she pressed her palm to his bruised
cheek. “I’ve got nothing for the bruise. I wouldn’t go out fighting for a
couple of days. Your face needs to heal, and if you keep splitting it open,
it’s not going to heal.” She grabbed the bowl and walked it into his kitchen.

“Were you a nurse or something?” he asked.

“Nope, I read a book on first aid. Believe me, when I
saw the cost of insurance and medical bills, I figured a few hundred dollars in
medical books would save me a hell of a lot more over the years.” She’d burned
herself a few months back, and with the book she was able to treat her own
burn, which was a mild one. The thought of dealing with medical bills made her
feel sick. She made good money but not enough to go wasting it on crap.

She threw the water down the drain and started to wash
the bowl. His hands went to her waist as she was standing at his sink. Amber
tensed, floored by the flood of arousal working around her body.

Dropping the bowl into the sink, she heard it smash.
She made to turn around, but Jasper wouldn’t let her. He held onto her waist
tightly keeping her facing the sink.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she said, looking at the smashed
bowl in the sink. The glass was all in the sink.

“Don’t worry about the bowl. I’m not.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “What are you
doing?” she asked.

The heat of him surrounded her back. She didn’t know
what to make of this sudden change within him.

Her hair was moved aside, and she felt his lips
against her neck, kissing her.

“Can’t you feel that?” he asked.

One of his hands moved to her stomach. The arousal
intensified as his fingers moved downward to the start of her shorts. She was
breathing hard, wondering what she should do.

He was a fighter, and she worked in a strip club.

Jasper kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse. She
closed her eyes, biting into her lip to try to contain the moan.

“Let it out, Amber. Let me hear you moan.”

“This is wrong.”

“Why? You’re not with anyone, and neither am I. This is
more than okay. It’s meant to be.”

She couldn’t argue. The way he brought her body to
life, Amber couldn’t think of a single argument to put up. Keeping her eyes
closed, she rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself go.

Chapter Five

Jasper pushed his hand into her shorts, feeling the
lace of her underwear against the tips of his fingers. He dug his fingers
underneath and found her bare and slick to the touch.

“You shave your pussy?” His cock got a lot harder
imagining her bare. She’d be a dream to lick out. He wanted to see her naked,
taste her musky scent on his tongue.

“Yes. Can’t you tell the difference?”

He eased his hand down to the entrance of her cunt.
Sliding a finger inside, he felt her walls grip him tightly. She groaned,
fucking herself onto his hand.

Amber held onto his wrist even as he moved in and out
of her. He wanted inside her. Jasper didn’t know how long he’d last before he
tried to claim her. Biting her neck, he sucked her flesh into his mouth,
wanting to mark her.

“Tell me to stop, Amber. I’ll stop, and you can walk
away now.”

“You bastard.
You did this on purpose.” She tilted her head to the side, opening her
eyes to look at him. “You made sure I wanted you before you gave me that
chance.” She cried out as he pushed his thumb against her clit.

“I’m a fighter, baby. I know how to fight for what I
want, and I don’t always have to use violence.” From the first moment he saw
her, Jasper had wanted her in the worst possible way. For a year he’d denied
himself. Before he’d seen Amber across the hall he’d fuck every available girl
he could find. Then he’d seen her, and from that first glance he changed his
habits. All of the women he’d been with before lacked everything as far as he
was concerned.

“Fuck you,” she said, sinking her nails into his
wrist.

He pulled his hand out of her shorts and loosened his
hold. Amber spun in his arms, circling her own around his neck. She pressed her
body to his, slamming her lips on his. The slight pain from his bruised lip
didn’t stop him from responding. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked
her up, moving toward his bedroom. She caressed over his lips, and he opened
his mouth to take her tongue.

Jasper stroked her exposed back, wanting to touch as
much of her body as he could. When he was in the bedroom, he placed her back on
her feet. He caressed her back, sliding his hands forward to start unbuttoning
her shirt. She didn’t fight him.

Amber deepened the kiss, sliding their tongues
together. He pulled away as he got to the last button. She wore a red lace bra,
showing the red of her nipples.

He didn’t get a chance to remove her shirt, as she
finished taking it off. Her tits thrust out, and he cupped the mounds in his
hands, thumbing her nipples. Together they moaned, and he watched her unclasp
her bra. This time, he pulled the offending item out of his way. Her heavy tits
filled his hands. Going to his knees, he took one of her nipples into his mouth,
sucking hard.

She cried out, arching her body toward him.

Moving to the next nipple, he pinched the wet bud he’d
just sucked.

Seconds passed, and she tugged on his hair, forcing
him to stand up. Most women he’d have thrown to the bed and already been
inside. With Amber he wanted to enjoy every second of her.

Without any encouragement from him, she tugged on the
belt holding up his jeans. She stared into his eyes, smiling. “If you wanted a
shy little virgin, you came to the wrong place.” Amber shoved his jeans down
his hips. He winced at the sudden pain in his rock hard cock.

Taking her hand, he placed her fingers around his
thick length.

“Does that feel like I want a shy little virgin?” He
pumped his hips, wanting her hands on him.

Kicking his boots off, he couldn’t believe his eyes
when she sank to her knees before him. She helped him remove his jeans then slid
her hand up his thigh. He stared down, waiting for whatever she had planned.

Her hazel eyes held a great deal of mischief as well
as lust. This woman wasn’t the talkative neighbor he’d gotten to know. The
woman before him was a woman with needs, and she intended to get those needs
met by him.

She wrapped her fingers around his length, starting at
the base and working to the tip. He hissed as her tongue licked over the tip,
taking his pre-cum. She didn’t give him the chance to get used to the feel of
her hands on him, instead sucking the entire tip into her warm mouth.

“Fuck.” He sank his fingers into her hair, watching
her take more and more of his length. Amber looked up at him with her mouth
stuffed with his dick. It was one of the most erotic sights he’d witnessed.

“Do you like sucking my cock?” he asked.

She eased off his length, licking the tip as she did.
Her lips looked red, swollen from their kissing. “Yes, don’t you like it?”

Before he got a chance to answer, she swallowed more
of his length. He hit the back of her throat, and Amber kept on swallowing. She
was like every horny man’s wet dream.

He tugged on the band in her hair, releasing the silky
strands from the bind. Running his fingers through the length, he gritted his
teeth in an effort to contain the pleasure that she was creating with her
wicked tongue. Amber knew how to suck cock. She pulled off him, licking along
the length then back to the tip.

Pulling her hair together, he wrapped the length
around his fist. When he could no longer stand to have her mouth on his dick,
he pulled on the length drawing her to her feet.

She stood before him with her tits hanging out, but
she was still wearing those tiny shorts.

Releasing her hair, he fingered the button of her
shorts.

“You know how to suck cock,” he said, voicing his
thoughts of earlier.

“Can you eat pussy the same way?” She wriggled her
hips, letting the shorts slide down her legs along with her panties, which were
red lace to match the bra. Amber kicked off her sneakers then stepped away from
him.

She sat on the bed, sliding a little onto the bed. He
watched her open her legs, exposing her cunt to him. “Well, can you?” she
asked, reaching between her legs. He watched her open the lips of the sex and
tease herself, touching her clit. Amber let out a groan as she slid her finger
over her swollen bud.

Sinking to his knees on the floor, he grabbed her ass
and drew her back to the edge of the bed. She giggled, collapsing onto her
back.