A Fighter's Choice (8 page)

Thinking about Jasper touching her ass, getting her
ready to take his cock, was all it took for her to come apart. Her orgasm
spilled out of her body, surrounding his cock. The moment she got completely
wet his cock slid inside her with ease.

“So fucking
perfect.”
He grunted each word out, slamming his cock in deep.
“I’m going to get this ass prepared for me, Amber. I want inside it.”

“Yes, please yes.”

Two more thrusts later and Jasper’s dick jerked inside
her, spilling his cum into the latex. She rested her head on his shoulder,
breathing in his scent.

“I think you’ve killed me today.” She whispered the
words against his neck. Sticking her tongue out, she licked the saltiness of
his skin.

He groaned. “You keep that up and I’m going to be
fucking you before the end of the night again.”

She shook her head. “I need to sleep.”

“We can sleep after a shower. We’re sweaty again.”

Jasper lowered her to the floor, and she missed the
feel of his cock the moment he was out of her. He took charge, leading her into
the shower. She didn’t fight the cool water. Anything to stop the raging
arousal she was fighting was a relief. She’d been without sex for so long she’d
forgotten how good it actually felt to have a cock sliding in deep. Once
outside, Jasper dried her body and picked her up in his arms. She let out a
squeal as he dumped her on the center of the bed.

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

“I live across the hall. It’s time for me to go to
bed.”

He shook his head.

“Not happening. I want you within easy reach in case I
wake up.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t have moved across the
hall even if she wanted to. Jasper had fucked her good, and she couldn’t even
keep her eyes open. The last thing she remembered was the feel of his arm
sliding around her waist.

Chapter Seven

Jasper opened his eyes to see the bed was empty.
Reaching both of his arms out, he felt the bed held no other body but his own. Lifting
his head off the sheet, he saw it was past twelve, and the sun was shining
through the blinds he’d forgotten to close last night.

He sat up in bed and saw his clothes were neatly
folded on a chair. On the top he saw a piece of white paper.

Wash me. I stink.

The words were written in black pen, glaring up at
him. Shaking his head, he walked into the bathroom, took a piss, and washed his
hands then his teeth, before quickly putting on a pair of sweat pants.

He didn’t bother with coffee. Opening his front door,
he walked the few steps to the door in front of him. Banging on the wood, he
called her name.

“Amber, open up.”

Glancing down the hall he saw two women talking to
each other. They had rollers in their hair, and a couple of kids were playing
out in the hall. Turning his back on them, he continued to bang on Amber’s
door.

“Come on.”

“She’s not in,” one of the women with the rollers
said.

“What?”

“I saw her leave a couple of hours ago. She’s not
returned, and I’ve not moved.” She took out a cigarette, placed the butt to her
lips, and lit the tip.

“Thanks.” He took a step away, walking toward his
door.

“
You looking
for some
company?”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “What?”

“If
it’s
company you want,
I’ve got a few minutes to spare. I can give you something you want for a
price.”

Her kids were out in the hall, and she was offering
sex or whatever. Jasper shook his head. “No, I’m not looking for company.” He
took a step toward his door. In that moment, he wanted to hit something, hurt
something.

“Are you sure?” She placed her hand on his back. He
shrugged her touch off him and glared.

“I don’t want your fucking company. Deal with your
kids.” He slammed his apartment door closed, angry with himself. Why hadn’t she
stayed to see him? Her reaction didn’t make any sense to him. He was pissed
off.

He walked toward his kitchen, opening drawers and
cupboards looking for his coffee. When he couldn’t find any, he cursed. He’d
not been to the store in some time.

Fighting late at night, he didn’t keep good hours, and
once he finished the fight he didn’t want to go to the store.

Looking inside his fridge, he saw it was bare. All of
the leftovers he’d eaten last night with Amber. Walking back into his bedroom,
he saw the cartons were no longer left around the room.

He needed to get to the store before he died of
starvation.

The sound of the door opening had him frowning.
Walking out of the room, he saw Amber walking in. She wore a modest blue summer
dress, revealing her arms and the tops of her breasts. The dress went to knees,
and she wore a pair of white sneakers. Didn’t this woman own a pair of heels?

“You’re awake?” she asked.

“Where the hell were you?” He folded his arms over his
chest, pissed that she’d gone.

“Yeah, so.
I woke up before you.” She shrugged, carrying the brown bags filled
with stuff. He frowned watching her.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

“Have you looked in the mirror this morning? You look
a mess. I didn’t want to wake you up because you look like you need the rest.”
She placed the bags on the counter.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She spun around to face him. Her hands folded over her
chest, staring at him. “Okay, I’m getting this vibe from you that you’re pissed
off.” She held a hand out, pointing up and down at him. “I got up and I was
going to surprise you to a proper cooked breakfast. Lo and behold, I got in the
kitchen and saw that not only do you want death by beating, you want death by
not eating.” Amber grabbed the bag and started taking out the items. She placed
a carton of eggs, cheese, bacon, sausages, and milk onto the counter. One by
one, she emptied the sacks, and he saw she’d replaced the food he’d used in the
last couple of weeks. “I went shopping for some food.”

“You didn’t need to do this.” He was oddly touched by
her going shopping for him.

“Yeah, I did. This is the only way we’re going to
survive any kind of relationship long term.” She pointed to the food. “I’m not
eating leftovers every night in bed.” She shuddered. “So, what’s got you all
pissed off?”

“I woke up alone.”

“So?”

“I didn’t like it.”

“You’ve been waking up alone for at least a year, if
not longer. Stop being such a baby.” She placed the items in the fridge,
then
started up the coffee percolator. “Do you have any idea
how much I hate not having coffee this morning? I went to my own apartment just
so I wouldn’t wake you up with a baseball bat to the head.” She shook her head.
“It’s pitiful that you didn’t have any coffee for me.”

He was losing concentration, admiring her ass as she
leaned up, bent over, and kept talking.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“No, I’m not.”

She sighed. “Stop checking out my ass and go look at
yourself.”

Amber rounded the counter and started pushing him
toward the bathroom. “Go, get cleaned up now.” She slapped his ass, and he
found himself chuckling.

Seeing his face, he winced. The bruises had come out
really bad, and half of his face was blue. There would be no fighting tonight
or for the next week at least. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself, and
a bruised face drew more than enough attention.

He climbed in the shower and started to wonder about
the feelings Amber inspired inside him. There was nothing to like in the way
she made him feel. He wasn’t used to feeling like this for anyone.

They didn’t know each other, but he knew what she
liked to send her over the edge into bliss. Wiping a towel down his face, he
heard the sound of her humming. Staring at the bed, his cock thickened in the
memory of last night.

What the fuck was he going to do?

****

Humming a tune she’d heard in the market, Amber put
away all the groceries she’d bought and then set about looking through the
cupboards for a skillet. Her previous boyfriends had told her she was a pretty
decent cook, amongst other things. She put the skillet on the stove, setting
the bacon up to crisp. Next, she rifled through his pantry taking out the
ingredients she’d need for pancakes. Hours earlier she’d woken up with a craving
for pancakes, bacon, and maple syrup. Her taste buds were always all over the
place in the morning. After the exertions of last night she was ready for some
good food.

Whisking the batter together, she preheated another
nonstick pan, added more butter,
then
started to
dollop out the mixture.

Jasper appeared. He wore a faded pair of blue jeans
and no shirt. His face still looked a mess, and there was nothing she could do
about it.

“It smells delicious,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Good. Take a seat and I’ll get you coffee.”

He took a seat at the counter. His kitchen was smaller
than hers, but he took a seat out of the way.

She flipped the pancakes over to finish on the other
side.

“You look in control,” he said.

“Of course I am. This is the kitchen, and I’m always
in control here.” She handed him the coffee she poured into a cup. “Here, drink
this. It’ll get you back into the swing of things this fine day.”

He took the cup from her hands.

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

She kept her back to him as she finished cooking the
breakfast. Every time she looked at him, she remembered the feel of his hands
on her body with his cock slamming deep inside her. She closed her eyes for
several seconds, trying to gain control over her body.

If she didn’t focus her thoughts, she’d fall down that
spiral of need.

“You’re quiet this morning,” he said.

Serving up their food, she took a seat opposite him.
“I’ve got nothing to say.”

“Why?”

“I’ve not got anything to say. Eat your food.” She
glanced up at him and found him looking at her.

“There’s something going on inside that head of yours.
I don’t believe nothing is going on.”

She took a bite of her pancake, with lots of maple
syrup. “I can’t stop thinking about last night. I need a moment to get my focus
together.”

“I enjoyed last night, and I’m hoping we’ll be doing
it again very soon.”

“Fine, but you can’t keep yelling at me every time I
leave your bed. I’ve got work tonight.” She stared at him, seeing in her mind
the way he looked holding her against the wall, pounding inside her.

Her pussy grew wet at the thought.

“I don’t want you working in that club anymore.” He
stuck an entire piece of bacon into his mouth.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” she asked.

“What? That place is not good enough for you.”

She stared at his face decorated with all the bruises.
“You’re a mess and look like some kind of savage. You’re telling me a strip
club is not good enough for me?”

“I fight. It’s what I do, and I’m damn good at it. You
don’t need to do this.” He stared at her while eating his food.

“There’s going to come a point when you’re not going
to be able to fight, but I can stand and serve men beer. Don’t do this, Jasper.
We’re new at this. Don’t start ordering me around. I don’t like it.” Amber
wasn’t trying to play hard to get. They’d started talking to each other days
ago, and now they were fucking. There was nothing wrong with being cautious.

“You can get a better job.
A safer
job.
You do realize there will come a guy who’ll not take no for an
answer. You can get hurt,” he said.

She smiled, shaking her head at the same time. “You’re
not listening to me.”

“I’m listening to you, baby, but you’re not listening
to me.”

Reaching across the counter, she pressed her hand over
his. “Look, let’s not rush this okay. I understand you’re upset about where I work,
but can we have a deal?”

“What?” he asked.

“When you quit fighting, I’ll quit working in a strip
club.”

He was shaking his head. “No.”

“Your job is a hell of a lot more dangerous than mine.
Don’t start trying to tell me what to do, Jasper. I’m not interested in having
a father.”

“The last thing I feel about you is parental.”

Amber chuckled. “Please, let this go. Otherwise you’re
going to spoil what we’ve got, and I don’t want to spoil last night.” She
smeared some pancake into the remaining syrup on her plate.

Jasper continued to stare at her for several seconds
before finally returning his attention to the plate in front of him. They
finished their breakfast, and once it was done, she took his plate through to
the kitchen. She took her time washing the dishes. What was with his
possessiveness? He struck her as the kind of man to love and leave her.