Fight

by London Casey

  “Do you?”

  Now it was Winter’s turn. She fell silent.

  And there we sat, like a couple of fools, hiding from each other.

  Finally, I said, “Whatever. As long as you’re alive, I don’t give a shit.”

  “And if I get killed?” she asked.

  “Like I said, I’m supposed to be dead. What the hell do I really care?”

  Winter put her drink down. She leaned forward. Her palms touched the floor and she brought her legs behind her.

  Jesus Christ, she’s on her hands and knees before me.

  Her breasts pushed at her shirt.

  She knew exactly what she was doing and how she looked.

  “Then if you really don’t care,” she whispered and crawled toward me. “Prove it.”

  I looked to my left and saw all the empty beer bottles next to me. I regretted each and every one of them.

  I looked forward and Winter was right there, an inch from my face.

  She touched my face and curled her lip, trying to look mean.

  “Come on, tough guy,” she whispered. “Try me.”

  ~

  She climbed right on top of me. Her hands were around my neck, holding tight. Pressing those damn breasts in my face. Even through her bra and shirt, damn, she had it all going on the right way. She looked down at me, her hair falling forward. Her eyes, those eyes, they were so blue and yet so seductive. I thought about all the guys who threw money at her. Who saw her under a glittering disco ball or some cheap lighting, all wanting their five bucks to end up somewhere naughty on her precious and beautiful body.

  What the fuck do you know, man? She’s got a past… she’s being hunted…

  Yeah, she was being hunted. And not by whoever killed Rocky.

  She was being hunted by my desires. My cock.

  I put my hands to her hips. I went right up her shirt, just like before, and this time, hesitation was not a problem. I cupped my hands over her bra, squeezing her breasts. She put her head back and groaned. She leaned down against my pulsing dick and rubbed. Her hips cocked right to left, grinding on me.

  Christ, is this what she used to do?

  I felt my balls ache and tighten. I thought for a second I was going to come. That would have been terrible. But her hips were just so damn perfect. Curves in all the right places, she was able to cut directions, swooping down hard, rubbing across my shaft with the right amount of pressure, and then lifting back up.

  Over and over.

  My hands slid around and I unsnapped her bra. When I came back around, I was finally able to touch her. Her heavy and warm breasts, bigger than the palms of my big fighter hands. Her nipples were hard, rubbing against my palms.

  She tried to move her chest, like she wanted to jiggle and dance for me.

  I squeezed tighter and sat up straighter. I put my lips to her neck and kissed. I ran my nose up to her ear and groaned.

  “No, darling,” I said. “You’re not doing that for me. I’m in fucking control. Understand?”

  “Yes,” Winter whispered. “Yes, please, Tripp…”

  I pushed forward from the wall. A second later, she was on the floor, on her back. I was now on top of her. Beer bottles scattered all around, but neither of us gave a damn. I stared down into her blue eyes and gritted my teeth.

  I was used to crossing lines. I never cared about lines before.

  But this? With Winter?

  Man, this was…

  “Fuck it,” I said.

  I brought my lips down to hers. The kiss was like lightening through my body. I turned my head, opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back, breathing so heavily.

  It told me one thing.

  It had been a long time for her. And Christ did that turn me on.

  I ended the kiss with a wet pop sound and grabbed at her shirt, lifting it up. Once again, her shirt was up and over her head. I threw it across the room and set my sights on her bra. I ripped it from her arms and threw it the other way.

  “Christ,” I said as I cupped her breasts.

  I thrust between her legs, wanting to just keep going. I wanted to finish tearing her clothes off, do the same to mine, and then fuck her. I wanted her pussy so bad.

  But first…

  I brought my mouth down to her neck. I kissed her hard, biting more than I should have. I loved the way she writhed with a ticklish pleasure at the touch of my tongue. I kissed around to her throat and then down. My right hand eased away from her breast, as I cupped at her ribcage. That’s where my mouth went. I gently kissed her nipple, nuzzling my nose to it. The hard nub had a pink hue to it, making my mouth water.

  I swirled my tongue around her nipple, opening my mouth wider, engulfing all I could. Winter tried to thrust her chest at me again, but I held her down. She cried out and grabbed at my hair. She pulled and let out a groan.

  I pulled back from her breast and nipple, then allowed the tip of my tongue to flick her nipple until she was jumping and trying to get away from me.

  My right hand then moved down her body. With ease, I opened her jeans and moved up on my knees. Both hands were then at her open jeans, and I tugged on them. Winter lifted her lower half and I pulled her jeans down only a few inches. I pressed my left hand to her lower belly, my right hand between her legs. I felt the warmth and tender wetness pouring through her panties.

  Winter closed her eyes and put her hands to the carpet. She dug her nails, trying to hold onto something. It was my chance to take my cock out and fuck her.

  But I didn’t do that.

  Instead, I moved her panties to one side and touched her sopping folds. With my pointer and middle fingers, I cut between her lips and touched her pussy. She was tight, but she was so ready.

  Goddammit.

  I moved my thumb to Winter’s clit and pressed.

  She jumped and cried out.

  That was it for me.

  I was going to do it. I was going to fuck her.

  I needed to fuck her.

  But then Winter grabbed my wrist.

  “Right there!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck, Tripp! Right there!”

  If that’s what she wanted.

  I dug and twisted my thumb against the pearly nub of her clit as my two fingers pressed deeper into her body. I curled my fingers, slid them out of her slickness, and plunged right back in. I was on my knees, watching this beautiful woman thrusting her hips, making her breasts dance right before my eyes. Her eyes were shut, her right hand clawing at the carpet, her left hand still holding my wrist.

  The faster she moved, the harder I dug at her pussy. Her sweet smell started to fill the room, leaving my mouth hungry and my dick pressing even harder to my jeans. I was not this kind of guy at all. Not the kind to hold back like this and watch. I should have been inside her already. But she wanted this.

  “Yes,” she purred over and over.

  Her body jerked up, down, left, right. Like it was becoming too much for her.

  Her right hand moved from the carpet, climbing up my shirt and pulling. That’s when she let out a scream. Her back arched and she started to wiggle those goddamn hips hard and fast. My left hand grabbed at her waist as my right hand continued to do all the work. She climaxed with her heels dug into the floor and her pussy throbbing around my fingers. Squeezing at me, releasing a warmth and wetness that seemed too impossible to be real. A woman like Winter couldn’t go that long without being properly touched.

  I eased her down and then moved my hands away from her body. I took her jeans completely off and then scooped her up off the floor. Her drunk eyes met mine and she kissed me. A wild and messy kiss.

  As I put her on the bed, I killed the kiss.

  “Sleep,” I whispered.

  “Tripp…”

  I reached for the light and turned it off.

  “Just sleep, darling,” I said.

  I reached down and touched Winter’s cheek.

  I was supposed to be protecting her, and now we
had entered a very dangerous and deadly game.

  14.

  (Winter)

  I sat on top of a picnic table, listening to the sound of punches hitting sweaty skin. The unique thud, smack sound had been forever tattooed in my mind. It was two prospects just messing around, throwing lefts and rights, taking and giving a few punches. The guys surrounding them were drunk, high, and cheering for more punches. Sometimes the MC did things like this. They would split up into groups and place bets with each other on the prospects.

  Of course there were times when the fights were more serious and had more meaning. Money, respect, or just a set up as a diversion for something else.

  That’s why it bothered me that Tripp was going to fight Harlan. It didn’t make sense. Yeah, it was a manly pride thing, but whatever. Maybe Tripp thought I was safer with all the Red Aces around, but truthfully, I felt safer with just Tripp. Not to mention when Tripp and I were alone, there was heat. Instant heat.

  I couldn’t get him out of my mind either. Not with what he had done to me. The way he kissed me, nibbled at my neck, my breast, the way his fingers knew just where to touch and how. It had been impossibly long since someone touched me like that. Maybe never in my life. To have someone just go for me like that and it worked. It made my toes curl in my shoes just thinking about the way he made me come.

  The prospect fight was finally called when one of the guys landed a right hook and knocked the other to his knees.

  “Kick him in the fucking ribs!” Stoney bellowed from the side.

  But the prospect didn’t. He helped the other guy back up and they left the makeshift circle. Everyone started to boo and then laughed.

  Stoney stepped into the circle and started to talk. It was all bullshit stuff at first. About the MC. About the memory of Rocky. How they were closing in on some ideas and were going to get revenge. Oh, and in Rocky’s honor, Stoney wasn’t going to choose a new VP until Rocky’s killer was taken down.

  I let his voice fade out as my eyes searched for Tripp.

  But all I found was Sarah.

  She walked with two beers and offered me one. “Peace offering.”

  “Peace? Didn’t know we were at war.”

  “Well, our guys are fighting,” she said.

  “Your guy is fighting,” I said. “Tripp is not my guy.”

  Sarah climbed up on the table and sat next to me. “Then what’s that?”

  “What?”

  Sarah touched my neck. “Looks like…”

  I moved my hair.

  Shit.

  Tripp had nibbled a little too hard on my neck. And, yeah, there was a mark there.

  “Nothing,” I said.

  “You wild thing. You’re fucking the guy that’s supposed to be protecting you.”

  “I am not fucking him,” I said. “I can say that with a straight face.”

  Sarah grinned. “So he’s just doing all the work then.”

  “No comment.”

  Sarah giggled. “Hey, this isn’t going to hurt us, right? I mean, these two fighting. I know Tripp beat Harlan up already. He hasn’t been able to get over it. I mean, everyday he talks about it. That he was jumped…”

  “Well, he wasn’t jumped,” I said. “I’m not going to argue with you. But Harlan had no business being in my house with the lights off and a gun on his lap.”

  “He was trying to protect you,” Sarah said.

  I looked at Sarah. I thought about arguing with her. I thought about smacking her. She was as dumb as the… rest of them…

  But wasn’t I one of them? I was Sarah just a couple weeks ago. Succumbing to the allure of the leather cut and the patch.

  “Are you ready for this one?” Stoney’s voice bellowed.

  I wasn’t ready, but I kind of was. It was sort of exciting to actually see Tripp fight.

  “This guy is a beast,” Stoney said. “He’s vicious, vile, he’s… he’s horrible. Let’s hear it for our patched in boy, Harlan!”

  The crowd cheered.

  Harlan pushed through and entered the circle. He was shirtless. He was cut with muscle, but his gut was round and flabby. He had beer muscles and tattoos that littered his body in weird places. He showed his fists and then lifted his middle fingers.

  “And now,” Stoney said, “a man that’s not patched in. A man who attacked Harlan.”

  The crowd boo’d.

  “That’s right,” Stoney said. “This guy tried to hurt one of our own!”

  “He has to stop,” I said.

  “You know him,” Sarah said. “He just gets them excited.”

  I didn’t like it though. They were all drunk.

  “Everyone… meet Tripp…”

  They all growled and boo’d Tripp as he walked into the circle. He looked like normal Tripp. A guy in jeans and t-shirt. When he saw Harlan shirtless he then grabbed his shirt and tore it off.

  Behind him, a guy name Mac was howling. “Fuck you, you piece of shit. You hoodlum motherfucker.”

  Tripp turned and threw his shirt at Mac.

  Mac was nothing but a useless drunk. He was fat, going bald, and couldn’t run from the bar to the bathroom without needing a water break.

  I flickered a smile, thinking of how sexy it was to see Tripp like this. But then Harlan came after him. And Stoney didn’t stop it. So when Tripp turned, Harlan was there and a fist connected with Tripp’s jaw.

  Tripp was on his ass a second later, the crowd going wild.

  Tripp jumped back up, nodding. He touched his jaw and then flexed it. He put his fists up.

  “That was cheap,” I muttered.

  “He should have been looking,” Sarah said.

  I felt my blood starting to boil now.

  Better yet, looking at Tripp’s bare body, my jaw almost hit the ground. It was the first time I got to see Tripp without a shirt. Yet he had seen me basically naked. He’d touched and tasted my body. His fingers had dug between my legs. He’d brought on a rush of pleasure that made me so relaxed, it was like a drug.

  And yet, right now, this was the first time I saw him without a shirt.

  His chest was wide, his pecs cut with beautiful lines of muscle. Not too big, but definitely well earned. When he breathed, his stomach moved in, showing more stomach than I’d ever seen on a person before. Two lines from the sides cut down into his jeans.

  He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life, officially.

  “Wow,” Sarah said. “That’s not bad at all.”

  “Nope,” I said.

  She leaned close and said, “You better let that in you. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

  I caught myself nodding.

  Yeah, I wanted Tripp inside me.

  But first he had to get through this fight.

  He and Harlan circled each other and Tripp waited him out. He let Harlan throw the first couple punches, which Tripp either moved out of the way of, or boldly smacked them away.

  Then Tripp lowered his hands and shook his head.

  Harlan lunged forward.

  Tripp moved to the side and whacked him in the gut. Harlan stumbled forward and fell into the crowd. Tripp danced back and waited for Harlan.

  When Harlan stood, he turned and moved right at Tripp.

  They exchanged some punches, nothing too serious, but when Harlan tried to lock up arms with Tripp, Tripp was ready. He broke the hold, and threw a one, two, three, jab, jab, hook combo that sent Harlan flying back. The hits were someone throwing bricks.

  Harlan’s face opened up where Tripp had already hit that night in my house. It also opened up Tripp’s knuckles. He stood and blood trickled down his arm.

  I slowly stood, watching with amazement.

  Harlan inched back in and Tripp lit him up again. Tripp’s punches were calculated and lethal. He wasn’t just throwing a punch because it was a fight. It was like he knew what Harlan was going to do - or not do.

  A hit to the gut then had Harlan hunched over a little. Tripp pushed him back and came up with
an uppercut.

  Harlan hit the ground.

  “No!” Sarah yelled.

  She clawed at my hand. I shook her away.

  That’s when I saw Stoney nod his head.

  No, no, no…

  There was nothing I could do to stop what was going to happen next.

  Two guys came forward and grabbed Tripp by the arms. The shocking part to me was that he didn’t fight back. He just stood there with two Red Aces guys holding him. Stoney crossed his arms and the crowd started to go a little quiet.

  I felt Sarah touch my wrist. “I don’t know what this is.”

  I knew.

  Harlan climbed to his feet and wiped blood from his nose. He then approached Tripp.

  Another surprise came when Tripp started to nod his head.

  Tripp was going to let Harlan hit him!

  Harlan cocked back a fist and punched Tripp in the mouth. Tripp’s head snapped back and the crowd cheered.

  “No!” I yelled. “This is bullshit!”

  I tried to move forward, but Sarah clawed at me. “Don’t. Let it…”

  “Shut up,” I growled and pushed Sarah.

  She fell back to the table, eyes wide.

  I heard another punch and the crowd screamed again.

  I had a chance to create a diversion now.

  I got up on the table. “Get up, bitch!” I screamed at Sarah.

  People started to look at me.

  Sarah got up and slapped me right across the face.

  That gained a lot of ooohh’s.

  Tears filled my eyes and I blinked them away.

  I wasn’t in the business of bitch slaps. So I wound up and punched Sarah in the mouth. She stumbled back and fell off the table.

  Now the crowd cheered for me.

  I watched Sarah’s face as it twisted in horror with what I had done.

  I looked to the circle and saw Harlan ready to hit Tripp again.

  Finally, Tripp made a move. He pulled at his arms, strong enough to move the two guys holding him. He twisted his arms, dropped down a little, and then popped up, breaking free. He caught Harlan’s fist and walked him backwards.

  “Okay!” Stoney bellowed. “That’s enough!”

  Tripp pushed away from Harlan and turned. Our eyes locked. He was glistening with sweat, blood running from his mouth, his left cheek red and swollen.