Spent - Part Two (Bad Boy Fighter Book 2) (8 page)

“Forever and always,” I whisper.

It’s the first time I’ve ever confessed something so full of pure and raw emotion derived straight from the very core of my being. I want to be with him. I don’t need to be with him, like I once felt I did with Derrick. But I genuinely want to be with Luke, through the good times and bad.

Luke smiles, “And I, with you, forever and always,” he leans in and plants a soft kiss across my lips.

My body begins to tremble against his touch. His hands wash over me in their protective embrace, gently easing me down against the bed. A deep primal energy that only Luke has ever been capable of bringing out of me slowly rises to the surface. But there’s something a bit more to it than just the primitive nature that good sex brings out. Something about the way he touches me and how our bodies become entwined makes me feel at home. I finally feel at peace with myself when I’m wrapped up in him.

 
Luke moves his body over mine. His hard cock brushes against my thighs, sending its warmth shooting through the sensitive nerve endings of my delicate raw skin. The dew of my desire dampens the soft tufts of hair that rest along my sex. I love and hate how much control his body has over mine.

Parting my legs, I grant him access to the delicate folds of skin that his cock so diligently seeks out. Luke’s muscular legs ease in, guiding my legs to part far enough to accept his hulking body into their grasp.

Luke’s chest brushes against mine, his hard pink nipples brush tenderly against my darker and larger pair. The sensation sends a chill through my body, forcing my lips to part as a savory moan escapes from the back of my throat. His face leans in towards my neck, my nipples harden with anticipation.

“We forgot to do something, baby,” he whispers softly into my ear.

My mind races, trying to figure out what he might mean, “I’m on the pill.”
 

Luke snorts, “Not what I meant, but thank you. You don’t need a little me in you, yet.”
 

Yet…  

“What did you mean?”
 

Luke nips at my earlobe, “I never spanked you until you came.”

Every muscle in my body feels like it screams out in excitement. I’ve never been naughty before, not that kind of naughty. Even though I’ve always wanted to try things a little rough from time to time, I’ve never trusted anyone with my body like that.

He pulls away just enough to so that he’s staring deeply into my eyes, “May I?”
 

I swallow the little nervous lump that’s begun to form in the back of my throat, “If I tell you I need you to stop, will you stop?”
 

Lifting up my hand, he gently plants a kiss on the top against delicate skin, “On my honor.”
 

“So chivalrous,” I cock my eyebrow up as a grin forms across my face.

“What I’m about to do to you won’t be,” Luke winks.

I nearly fall off the bed trying to hastily flip over onto my hands and knees. Normally I wouldn’t be anywhere near this jumpy, but Luke has managed to find some deep and locked away sexual fantasy of mine without even having to pry, and that alone makes me nearly cum.

Luke chortles, “Eager, are we?”

I say nothing, but reply by swaying my ass near him, taunting him with the particular part of my body that I know he’s very fond of. Seriousness replaces the laughter in his face, as he traces his hands down along either side of my ass, feeling and memorizing every soft curve. Luke Richards is a man that takes his pleasuring, and spankings, very seriously.

With first a tickling brush and then an exhilirating sensation I feel the hard velvet tip of his cock part my lips. Slowly and deliberately, Luke fills me to capacity. I gasp when Luke stops and one of his hands drops away from my backside.
 

I suck in a deep breath, anticipating the painful, yet mindblowingly pleasurable strike that’s about to assault my bare flesh.

The sound of skin on skin rings through the room. I cry out, first in pain, and my vagina walls clench in spasm around Luke's hard member. My cry quickly turns into a moan as my pleasure center takes over, telling my brain that this is something erotic, something that I’ve wanted.

“How was that?” Luke asks, the hint of hesitation in his voice makes me grin.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my body already beginning to rise.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, as he gently rubs the area that he just struck, and slowly starts to move his body in a rythmic thrust, staying deep within my wet sex.

His hand moves away again and my body prepares for another strike. I close my eyes, savoring every rush and thrill that this action is capable of emitting throughout my entire body and down to my very core.

Luke keeps moving within me, careful to balance the pace and depth of his thrusting with the rush of his hand smacking me, guiding me to orgasm at his command.

My temperature begins to rise with every blow. My clit steadily swells from arousal as it pushes hard against his shaft. My wet desire aiding Luke with every thrust. Another blow lands across my backside, this one bringing me nearly to the edge, but not quite."

“Want more?” Luke taunts, as he draws his hand away.

“Please,” I sputter out between ragged streams of breath.

Without warning, Luke’s hand is around the front of my leg brushing against my clit, causing me to gasp as he increases his pace, stretching me into ecstatic heights with his thick cock. I can feel my body rising to the point that I’m nearly in a haze. My fingers grasp the bedsheets tightly, waiting for the final blow to send me over the edge.

His hand moves, but not against my backside this time. Tender fingers slap against the raw subtle skin of my folds and clit, forcing the swollen parts to send my body into a rush of euphoria I’ve never felt before.

Relentlessly, Luke rides my pulsating orgasm with thrust after thrust. No longer slapping my ass, Luke gently massages my clit in a circular pattern as I moan loudly, lost shamelessly in the moment. His other hand rests upon my breast, gently massaging the tender dark skin of my areola. My body lifts and arches back towards him.

A rush of warmth fills my body as Luke lets out a guttural cry. I push back repeatedly against him, finding strength from somewhere in the midst of my passionate vortex to satisfy him in this moment in the same way he weakened me.

For as many moments as we can bear, we take our pleasure, both of us pulsing, and exposed.my

Gasping and naked, Luke and I meet our climaxes together, basking in the tenderness from our day and our life of scars. For the moment, he and I are physically and emotionally spent in every way, both lost in the bliss of our passion.

We start to collapse, both of us completely spent from our pleasure. Luke catches me before I crash into the bed. Strong arms hold onto me, pulling me into him from behind. He's still inside me, prompting me to ride out the last waves of bliss. Slowly, I'm carried off along the sea of ecstasy as my eyes drift closed.

I try to maneuver the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I type away on my computer, listening to my mother talk to me on the other end of the phone. Thankfully, I had the foresight to be completely dressed for my date tonight before calling my mother. Otherwise, I would have been cutting it close on time.
 

“You sound so happy, sweetie,” Mom says cheerfully.
 

“I am, Mama,” I smile, “I think he and I might be getting serious.”
 

“Don’t rush too quickly. I don’t need to be a grandma just yet.”
 

I giggle, “Don’t worry about that. Won’t be happening anytime soon.”
 

I hear my stepfather on the other end of the line, muttering something to my mom. “No, she’s not pregnant, dear,” Mom mutters to him, “She just really likes a boy at school.”
 

“‘A boy at school’ sounds so high school, Mom,” I sigh.
 

My mom doesn’t hear me, or ignores me, while my stepdad continues to talk to her. I tap my foot, wondering if I should hang up so that the two of them can finish their conversation.
 

“Hey Mom, I need to get to work on this article,” I start.
 

“Oh, right! I’m so sorry, love. Vince is just wondering when we’ll get to meet Luke.”
 

“Tell Dad that Luke loves golf and is interested in yachts and that I plan on all of y’all meeting soon, hopefully. Maybe during break?”

“We could probably make a trip up to see you during break. Now, speaking of dads…” Mom’s voice trails off.
 

Immediately I know that we’re no longer talking about Vince, my stepdad. “Yes?” I draw in a deep breath, expecting the worse.
 

“Your dad somehow found mine and Vincent’s phone number. He’s called several times wanting to know what your address is. I haven’t answered the phone, I’ve just let it go to voicemail. I just wanted you to know that he’s up to something again.”
 

A chill runs through my spine. It was one thing for my dad to find my cell number, but to make the effort to chase down Mom’s home number was something else. Mom and Vince both took lots of precautions to keep their numbers and residence fairly guarded, due to stalking issues they’ve had with my father in the past. But this, this had to mean that someone gave him our numbers. My thoughts drift off to Derrick. He’s the only one who would have known how to reach my father, while also having everyone’s phone numbers
 

“Natasha?” My mom’s voice breaks my trance.
 

“Yeah, Mama, I’m here. He called me, too.”
 

“He did?! Natasha! What did he want?” I can hear the concern laced through her voice.
 

“Forgiveness, to meet up, the usual,” I mutter, my mind still sorting through thoughts of Derrick and if he could have had anything to do with it, “Don’t worry, I let it go to voicemail too.”
 

“Okay… well let’s hope it’s nothing. Stay safe, baby girl. Stay with Luke if you have to.”
 

I frown, it’s not like my mom to recommend staying with a guy. She would have to be really worried to say something like that, which makes me even more furious at Dad, and whoever gave him Mom’s number.
 

I swear to God, Derrick better not be up to something.
 

“I will, Mama. He and I are going out tonight, actually. He’s picking me up here in a few.”
 

Glancing at the clock on my laptop, I have at least 30 minutes before Luke will arrive, plenty of time to finish up the article I started writing when Mom called and interrupted me. I’ll have to decide later if I should let Luke in on how worried my mom is. I know he’ll let me stay with him, but I don’t want to live my life forever in fear of my father, either.
 

“Good. Well have fun. I love you and tell Luke I said hi, and that we’re looking forward to meeting him.”
 

“Will do, Mom. Love ya.”
 

I glare at the computer screen in front of me as I listen to the call end. Setting my phone down, I look over the final words of my article about Luke for the school paper. Scrolling up, I smile when I see Luke’s professional MMA photo near the top of the article. He looks so dark and serious and so, very damn sexy.
 

My thoughts turn to the last time I saw him. I rub my backside, recalling the way his strong hands commanded my body to release itself to him. Closing my eyes, I lick my bottom lip. Maybe I will stay with him tonight, not for the safety measure, but so he and I can explore other secret fantasies we might have.
 

A knock comes from my door, making me jump. I glance down at the clock. Luke’s early, which is rare for him, but that’s okay. Right now, I think I could just skip dinner altogether and go straight to his place for the night.
 

“Just a sec, babe,” I call as I quickly email my article to my editor, taking one final look at Luke’s photo before I do.
 

Hastily, I walk to the door, excitement consuming me as I think about what fun things my man has planned for us tonight. My butt certainly wouldn’t mind if he wanted to give it a bit more of his attention.
 

Grinning, I grasp the door knob and open the door, “Hey, baby. You’re…”
 

“You’re what?” Derrick looms in the doorway, gleaming at me with a fixed expression and a twisted lip that makes me want to shrink back in horror, “Expecting someone else?”
 

“What do you want?” I whisper, trying to stand my ground as best as I can.
 

“I came to see my girlfriend,” Derrick smirks.
 

“Leave, Derrick. I’m
not
your girlfriend.”
 

Derrick’s face turns dark, as he deliberately places his hand against the door, preventing it from closing, “You can’t get away from me that easily, Natasha. You’re mine until I say otherwise.”
 

“I was never
yours
, nor am I anybody’s now,” I stand up a little straighter, “Nobody
owns
me. Now go away.”
 

I try to shut the door, but Derrick easily pushes it back open. My body begins to shake as the realization of how hopelessly outmatched I am by the hulking brute hits me. I glance over at my cell phone sitting on the computer desk.
 

Please hurry, Luke.
 

“You don’t seem to mind letting Richards fuck you any way he can,” Derrick’s tone is harsh as he muscles his way into my house, nearly knocking me over, “Apparently you don’t mind
him
owning you, you… fucking… whore.”
 

The way he stares at me as that last word forms in his mouth, sitting on his tongue, ripe with sickly suggestion, fills my body with an abject fear. At that moment, I notice the smell of stale grain whisky on Derrick’s breath. I glance fervently around the room, seeing if there’s anything I can grab to use against him.