A Fighter's Choice (7 page)

“I’m used to it.”

“What else are you good at?” she asked.

“What?”

“Are you planning on fighting in the ring when you’re
fifty? Please, even I know the girls wouldn’t be getting all hot over you
then.” She finished off the noodles and handed him back the empty box.

“Why give me this?” he asked, baffled.

“This is your apartment. I don’t know where the trash
can is.” She was already searching for something else to eat. Getting to his
feet, he put the box in the trash bin in the corner. “Well, do you have a
backup plan?”

“I’ve got plans in place.” He took a seat. “I’ve been
saving for some time, and there’s a little place my grandparents left me. I’m
not ready to settle down yet. What about you?”

“Not got a clue what I’m going to do, to be honest. I
was never great at school, and I don’t much care for being sat behind a desk
all day. I guess I could go to college, take a couple of classes but what?” She
handed him the fork and took the spoon, opening up the yogurt. He stared down
at the mucky fork and shook his head.

“You’re pretty strange.”

“Why?”

He just held his hand up and placed the fork on the
floor. Tomorrow he’d deal with the mess.

“What happened to your grandparents?” she asked.

“They died, and right now I don’t want to talk about
it.”

Amber looked at him as if she wanted to ask more, but
he changed the subject instead.

“So we’re two people in jobs that can’t last much
longer with no real plans for the future.”

She shrugged. “Life’s what we make it. I never saw the
point in making plans.” Amber licked the spoon clean, staring at the carton.

“What does your family think of your plans?” He
finished off another carton of food, watching her.

“I don’t know. I don’t have any family.” She swallowed
more yogurt, staring back at him.

“Are they dead?”

Again, she shrugged. “I was wrapped up in a basket and
left outside an orphanage. I don’t know anything about my family. I was passed
from one foster family to another.” She placed the spoon back into the yogurt
and offered it to him. He shook his head. “I got passed from one foster family
to another until I was eighteen.”

“What happened at eighteen?”

“I was free to do whatever the hell I wanted. I’ve
been on my own ever since.”

“Was foster care bad?” he asked. Jasper had heard a
lot of crap about foster care, the bad shit as well as the good.

“It was a mixture of everything. There were good and
bad. Thankfully, I always got out of there before they could take anything
further. There were some grabby dads, but I lived.”

The thought of any of those bastards touching her
filled him with so much anger. He’d like to see them try to do any of those
things to her now.

“Well, what about you?” she asked.

“Huh?”

She rolled her eyes.
“You, your
parents.
Surely, Jasper, you’re not some alien life force scent down to
this world to fight and look hot. You’ve admitted you’ve got grandparents that
are off limits. What do your parents think of what you’re doing?”

He watched her scoop some more yogurt onto her spoon. Her
gaze returned to his.

“My family was God-fearing. It’s all they knew. They
took discipline, punishment, and prayer to the next level.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.
They’d rather spend ten minutes letting the dinner get cold saying how
thankful they were rather than just getting in to show their appreciation.” He
reached out, taking the spoon from her.

“Hey.”

“You wanted to know about my parents. They always
leave a bad taste in my mouth. They think they’re better than everyone else
when they’re not.” He chuckled. “And they were fucking racists. Forced me to
stop being buddies with another kid at school, you got it, a man of color. Dad
took the belt to me because of it.”

He handed her back the spoon. The sour yogurt did
nothing for his taste buds.

“Is that why you fight? It started as some kind of
aggression inside you or something?” She put the spoon into the yogurt and
placed it on the drawer beside his bed. He started to move all the other food
out of the way. After something so sour to eat, he wanted something sweet. Grabbing
her around the ankle, he tugged her down to the bed. “What are you doing?”

“I had that awful yogurt, and now all I want is your
pussy.”

Opening her thighs, he cupped her ass and lifted her
up to his mouth. She rested her hands down either side of her, watching him.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m about to lick your pussy and you’re more
interested in finding out the answers as to why I fight.” He paused with his
mouth mere inches from her mound.

“We can ask whatever we like. I’ve answered your
question, and I’ll answer more of them if you ask. So your grandparents are off
limits, but nothing else is.”

He slid his tongue through her slit, watching her gasp
and moan. The taste of her exploded on his tongue. Moving down, he slammed his
tongue in deep to her cunt. The walls of her pussy were tight even after he’d
fucked
her a
couple of times that night.

“Why do you fight?” she asked, gasping between each
breath. He flicked her clit trying to buy himself time to answer.

She wasn’t taking the bait and kept asking him the
same question.

“I fight because I can’t control it.” He tongued her
clit then sucked the hard bud into his mouth. “I don’t have a choice.”

“What can’t you control?” she asked.

He thrust his tongue into her pussy, running the tip
of his finger over her clit.

Rearing back from her pussy before she hit her orgasm,
he wiped her juices off his chin.

She asked him the question again.

Leaning over her, he grabbed a condom from the drawer,
slamming it closed when he got what he wanted. He tore into the foil packet,
slid the latex over his cock, and pressed the tip to her pussy.

In one smooth thrust, he slammed inside her pussy,
seating himself to the hilt within her. She cried out with her hands going to
his arms.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he said.

“You’ve not answered my question.”

He swallowed past the lump in his throat. Staring down
into her hazel eyes, he didn’t know what she wanted to hear.
The
truth?
Bare-faced lies? None of them made any sense to him. He didn’t
want to lie to her. The very thought of lying to her made him feel sick.

What did all of this mean?

****

Amber watched as Jasper paused above her. He kept
looking at her. She saw the fight going on behind his gaze. What was he
thinking about? His cock pulsed within her core.

“I like the violence, the pain,” he said.

She touched his cheek, sliding her thumb backwards and
forwards. Finding out that his parents were more interested in religion than
their son, she knew there was more to the fighting than money. Especially from
the mention of his grandparents that he kept pretty locked up. Yes, there was
far more to this man than met the eye. Jasper didn’t look like the kind of man
who’d do anything for money. He liked it, relished it.

“There’s nothing like slamming my fist into someone’s
face and knowing they’ll be bruised for it.”

“Do you fight out of the ring?” she asked.

His hands went to her hips. He slid out of her body,
slamming back inside before he spoke next. “No, I don’t fight anywhere but
within the ring against people who are willing to be there.” Jasper took her
lips, sliding his tongue inside.

She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding
him against her. He drove into her body, stretching her pussy with the width of
his cock.

“You’ve never hit a woman?”

“No, I’ve never hit a woman, and I never will.” He bit
her bottom lip making her groan.

He tightened his grip on the cheeks of her ass. She
arched up to meet him thrust for thrust.

“You crave the violence, need the pain?”

“Yes.”

Jasper pounded inside her. She released his neck to
grip the rails of the headboard. If she didn’t her head would have been banging
against it within a matter of seconds.

Crying out, she gazed down the length of their bodies
to see his latex covered cock sliding in and out of her.

“You’re so fucking tight. I could fuck you all day.”

“Please, don’t stop.” She was so close to orgasm, but
she needed him to touch her.

All of a sudden, he reared back, pulling out of her
body, and standing beside the edge of the bed. He stared down at her with his
hands fisted at his sides.

“I want more than one night.”

She frowned. “I was close to orgasm and you’re asking
for more than a one-night stand? I thought we handled this earlier. Will you
stop with the serious questions until after we’ve reached orgasm?”

“I’m not fucking used to this, okay? I don’t even know
that much about you, and yet I’m asking for more.”

Amber got to her feet and slapped him around the face.
She glared at him even as he held his cheek in shock. “Not only have you
stopped me from having a great orgasm, you assumed we were a fucking one night
stand.” She shoved him hard, glaring at him.

Jasper glared right back at her.

“I don’t just have one night stands, Jasper. I have
relationships. You know how I can suck cock. I practice on boyfriends. I’m
twenty-four years old, and I’ve had three boyfriends since I was eighteen. I’ve
explored everything with them. I’ve been fucked in the ass, fucked in the
outside, and even been caught giving my guy a blow job by a cop. I’m not
ashamed of what I’ve done. Life is too fucking short to care what others think
of you.” She was ranting, but once the words started, she couldn’t stop. “How
dare you think this is just a one night stand?” She slapped his chest again. Why
was she doing this? She’d never acted out like this before in her life. With
Jasper, he made her crazy, crazy and nervous. He wasn’t like every other guy
she’d been with. He was different even with his cock still rock hard, pointing
at her, taunting her with the length of what should be inside her.

When she made to shove him again, he caught her hand
and hauled her up against him.

“We’ve never talked. How the hell am I going to know
what you do in your private life?”

“Assuming the woman you’re with is into one night
stands like your fucking groupies, sucks. I’m not, and you shouldn’t have been
thinking I was. It was your mistake. Not mine.” Amber just couldn’t stop.
Before they even entered this room she should have made it clear to him she
wasn’t some one-night stand.

She gasped as he bent down, lifted her up.

“Then we’ve got an arrangement. We’re fucking, and
it’s not just because it’s a one night stand. It’s more.” He pressed the tip of
his covered cock to her entrance and slammed back inside.

Amber cried out, and he changed their positions,
pushing her up against the wall. He impaled his thick cock into her core. She
scored her nails down his back, needing him inside her. He growled, leaning
down to bite her neck.

Tilting her head to the side she gave him her neck to
bite and suck.

“That’s it, baby.”

She reached down between them, touching her clit.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot.”

Fingering her clit, she rested her head against the
wall, closing her eyes.

“No, you look at me when you’re fingering that pretty
pussy.”

He thrust inside her, hitting the right depth within
her. She groaned, opening her eyes to see the lust shining back at her.

“Touch your clit and let me feel you come all over my
dick.”

She stroked her clit, feeling the length of him slide
in and out. Amber didn’t know how he kept her held up against the wall, but she
wasn’t going to complain. The grip on her ass was on the verge of pain, and she
loved that little bite. It was worth every second of the pain with the pleasure
he was creating inside her.
 

Jasper sucked her nipples into his mouth, and he moved
from one bud to the other. He kept licking, biting, and sucking on the buds.
Each new tug on her nipples drove her closer to the edge. She pinched her clit,
crying out at the pain.

He spread the cheeks of her ass and then started to
touch her ass. She moaned, loving the weird sensation of his touch.

“That’s right, baby. I’m going to fuck this ass soon.”

She hadn’t been lying when she said she’d had anal
sex. It had been awful, and she’d promised herself that she’d never do it
again. The way Jasper touched
her,
she knew that it
was going to be good. He wasn’t the kind of man to allow her to not love it.