Fight

by London Casey

  As his tongue continued to explore, I put my head back. I kept my eyes open, losing myself in the sexy moment. The water beat on my chest, on my nipples, and it actually felt really good. With Tripp between my legs and the water hitting my chest, it started to make me feel way too good. My legs started to pump as I felt an orgasm already building.

  But as fast as that started, Tripp stopped. He pulled away and stood back up, his hands still at my ass, positioning me so he could enter me.

  But I didn’t get my turn.

  I put my hands to his hard chest and pushed him away.

  “What the hell?” he growled.

  I grinned and came forward, kissing his chest. My right hand reached down and found his cock with ease. My fingers slipped around the hard, wet skin, and I jerked at him. I kept kissing down his body, dropping to my knees before him. My hand stroked his cock, up and back. The water hit the back of my head and my back.

  Tripp’s fingers ran through my wet hair.

  “Oh, fuck, darling,” he whispered. “You have no idea…”

  I gripped the root of his cock as hard as I could, allowing my mouth to slide over the tip of his cock. My mouth opened as wide as it could, sliding down on him. My lips moved over the soft ridge of his tip right to his steel hard shaft. My hand gently pumped as I sucked him, pulling back slowly, moving down slowly. Back and forth, tasting his beautiful cock, feeling his fingers digging into the top of my head.

  Tripp then started to gently thrust, groaning each time my lips pulled back over the tip of his cock. I came forward again, wanting to see how far I could take him in. But as I tried, Tripp pulled away from me. He stepped back, forcing my mouth away from him.

  I looked up and saw him gritting his teeth. He took his hands away from my hair. His right hand stroked my cheek. Bending forward a little, his left hand grabbed for my elbow and he helped me up. Before I could take a breath or say a word, Tripp came at me. His lips crashed to mine, our mouths opening. He turned me and pinned me against the shower wall. The tile was cold and I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. Tripp’s kisses took my breath, my words, my heart.

  His right hand moved down the side of my body to my leg. Reaching down and around he pulled at me, opening my leg, letting me wrap it around him. I then felt his cock touch me. Right against my center, pressing, the pressure already enough to make me moan.

  Tripp grunted as he thrust forward, opening me. He welcomed himself deep inside my body. I grabbed at the backs of his shoulders, kissing his neck, losing myself again.

  He pulled back and thrust forward again, even harder. My ass crashed against the tile over and over, taking him in. Feeling him so deep. Feeling one orgasm after another cresting, crashing, building up again.

  There was a small gap between us, just enough for me to get my hand on his body, feeling his stomach muscles flexing, working so hard at fucking me. I moved to my tip toes on my left foot and then made a daring move. I jumped up a little and hurried to wrap my left leg around him too. Tripp’s hands were there to catch me, holding my ass again. I was now all his.

  He put his forehead to mine, our noses touching and flirting. But our eyes were locked tight. The connection was undeniable. This was far beyond the circumstances that brought us together.

  “Fuck, Tripp,” I groaned.

  “I know, darling, I know.”

  He sped up even more. The shower water hit our bodies. The steam blanketed the bathroom. The sound of the rushing water was gentle, the opposite of the collision course Tripp and I had been on together.

  “Fuck,” I cried out.

  I was coming again. I had no idea how my body was able to do it so many times like it was. The pleasure and pressure just kept crashing together, making it impossible not to keep letting go.

  As I squeezed at Tripp, I felt him thickening. His body was getting ready to come, too. I kissed him, my lips grazing his. I kissed him harder, my tongue licking his lips. There was nothing hotter than a sloppy kiss with Tripp.

  Tripp kissed me back and thrust deep, holding there.

  I felt the explosion of his orgasm, his cock pulsing deep inside me, spilling everywhere. He kept fucking me, staying deep, throbbing with each thrust. He stayed like that until he was done. Then he pulled back slowly and eased forward again. Going super slow, in and out of me, leaving my entire body tingling.

  Tripp then put me on my feet, hands touching my ass.

  “I… I love you, darling,” Tripp whispered.

  “I love you too, Tripp.”

  His forehead touched mine again. “I’m not going to let anything ever happen to you again. I swear on my life.”

  “I believe you,” I said. I reached up and touched his face. “I swear, I believe you.”

  “Good. Now what?”

  I said the first thing that came to mind.

  “Wash me, Tripp.”

  27.

  (Tripp)

  She turned her back to me. I stared up and down. She was the sexiest and prettiest woman I’d ever been with in my entire life. And she didn’t even know it. She didn’t understand it. Her beauty was assumed to be bought and her heart always left behind.

  I couldn’t let that happen again, but there was just so much out of my control.

  Except this moment right now.

  I grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap. I lathered it up and touched her shoulder. She reached back and grabbed her hair, holding it up with both hands, giving me access to her neck. As I slid the washcloth along her neck and down her back, my cock ached. I was getting hard again, already. I couldn’t help what she did to me and how she made me feel.

  I eased down to the curve of her ass. Down and around, I bent my knees a little and touched the back of her legs.

  When I came back up the other side, I slid the washcloth around to the front of her body. Winter let her hair back down and put her head back, to my chest, as I ran the washcloth over her breasts. If this was a cruel game of torture, she fucking won. She fucking won it all. She left me standing there, gritting my teeth, my eyes wide as I brought the washcloth up to her neck and then back down her body. I touched just below her belly and then tossed the washcloth to the side.

  I brought my mouth down to hers, kissing her, walking her forward into the water. The kiss only lasted a few seconds and then Winter turned around to face me. The look in her eyes told me she had something to tell me.

  “What happened before…”

  “I should have never left you alone,” I said. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

  “No. Maybe it was good.”

  “Why?”

  “I know what’s happening. I think.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The woman who took Autumn… the woman I gave Autumn to…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I know who it was. That was at least one thing I had been involved with besides carrying the baby for nine months.”

  I slipped a hand to her belly, touching her. I couldn’t imagine Winter pregnant. I also couldn’t imagine her giving up her baby and trying to live life like nothing bad ever happened.

  It pained me and angered me.

  “She was a close friend,” Winter said. “So smart. She worked at the club to pay off her loans.”

  “Another stripper?”

  “Yeah. But she’s not anymore. Not for a long time. She was done right after I started there. When everything happened, Endo insisted on her.”

  “Why?”

  “Andrea had been pregnant. She’d been with some guy who was crazy for her. And crazy in general. She told him she was done with him after he started to stalk her. But he wouldn’t let her go. Andrea had a one night stand and got pregnant. Her ex set out to take care of her… and he came close.”

  “What happened?”

  “He crashed her car. Ran his car into hers. She wasn’t far along, but she lost the pregnancy. She had to get emergency surgery and was told she’d never have a baby. Then she met Endo and he killed her ex f
or her. They probably slept together for all I know. It wouldn’t surprise me. So when everything happened with me and Endo, he wanted to give the baby to Andrea. And she wanted it so badly. I just went along with it all.”

  “She’s a good person?” I asked.

  “Yeah. But she has tendencies.” Winter took a breath. “Those guys at my place talked about her. She has Autumn and they have her. I know it, Tripp. They have her.”

  “Skull X has her? Why?”

  Winter and I looked at each other. I could tell she knew the answer before I spoke it.

  Leverage.

  Skull X had Andrea and Autumn, which meant they had Endo’s deep, dark secret. They were probably holding that against him. They had power over Endo, which meant favors, money, anything they wanted. It also meant a direct line not only to Aldo but a direct line to the Red Aces MC.

  “Shit,” I whispered. “That’s… that’s heavy.”

  Winter nodded. “It’s all my fault, Tripp.”

  “No. It’s not your fault at all. You should have never had to give up…”

  “I wouldn’t change that. Andrea is a good person.”

  I swallowed hard. “When this is done, you can…”

  “No,” Winter said. Her eyes filled with tears. “No. I would never do that to her. If she calls Andrea Mom…”

  “Christ,” I said. I pulled Winter close. I held her, knowing I could only protect her present and her future. I couldn’t do a thing about her past.

  I killed the shower and grabbed a towel for her. I wrapped Winter up and got a towel for myself. A few minutes later, she was in bed. I crashed down next to her and pulled her tight to my body again.

  “Tripp, what’s going to happen?”

  I stared at the ceiling. I wanted to lie to her. I wanted to tell her everything would be perfectly okay. That there was nothing in the world to worry about.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I’m still piecing all of this together.”

  “Aldo wanted you to kill me.”

  “Yeah, he did.”

  “If you don’t listen to him…”

  “Hey, I’ll worry about that, okay? He thinks you are hiding Autumn. Or you know something.”

  Winter looked at me. “Tripp, you know everything.”

  “I know. I believe you.”

  “You’re the first person to tell me that in a long time.”

  “I understand that. You needed to hide. I don’t blame you. I hide too. But when I’m with you, Winter, I don’t want to hide. I want to be normal. I don’t even know what that means. But if it’s us together, in bed like this, then I want it.”

  “You have it,” Winter whispered. She kissed my chest and put her head down on me.

  I held her until she fell asleep.

  I looked at her and realized something.

  I may never get to hold her like this again.

  ~

  I stood on the balcony.

  The only question that burned inside me was if Aldo had something to do with it all. So far Endo was the catalyst. And he was the one who had been shot and left in a coma. He had ties to the Red Aces. Ties to Stoney and Rocky. Now he had ties to Skull X because of Winter, Winter’s kid, and the woman who took Winter’s kid.

  It was a giant circle that just kept going round and round.

  It made no sense either that Aldo wanted Autumn. The family always lived by their beliefs. I had no business getting involved with anything related to the family. I was a fighter. Aldo’s prized fighter at that. I made Aldo money and when he kicked some up higher, I made money for everyone. That was my job.

  I stared at my fists.

  How fucking badly I just wanted to be in a circle… staring down some guy… watching his feet, his stance, his shoulders. Watching him watch me. Figuring out his strong hand, weak hand, and seeing if he was afraid. Anything that could give me that edge in a fight.

  All I needed was one good punch and then I had the fight. Then I’d wait for Aldo to give me the cue. I could knock the guy out. I could last the entire fight. Whatever he needed from me.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw Winter in bed, sleeping.

  This fight? Damn, this was something entirely new.

  My cell started to ring.

  It was a blocked number.

  “Hello?”

  “Tripp. You alone?”

  “I’m alone.”

  “Here’s Aldo.”

  “Tripp,” Aldo’s voice said. “How’s the problem?”

  “There is no problem. I know what I need to do.”

  “Is she dead yet?”

  “No, she’s not. I can’t kill her. She didn’t do anything wrong. I’m a fighter. I’m not a hit man.”

  “You’re playing a dangerous game,” Aldo said.

  “You know what she was forced…”

  “Get my granddaughter,” Aldo said. “I can’t start a war over this.”

  “Aldo, I don’t get…”

  “Fuck,” Aldo growled. “Get Autumn.”

  I swallowed my pride. “Okay. I’ll figure something out.”

  “Good. Oh, and by the way, Tripp, don’t fuck this up. That kid is all I have now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  There was a pause. Then Aldo said, “Endo’s dead. He died today.”

  The call then went dead.

  28.

  (Winter)

  When I woke up, Tripp was on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. He kept the blankets against my body. I felt so well rested. So comfortable and so safe. It was probably the best mood I had woken up in in a long time.

  I inched toward Tripp and nuzzled at his neck.

  “Hey you,” I whispered, my mind offering the worst of intentions.

  “You sleep good?” he asked.

  “Great,” I said. “Think we can do the shower thing every night before bed?”

  I smiled.

  Tripp turned his head.

  He wasn’t smiling.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I have to go,” Tripp said. “Alone.”

  “What?”

  “Listen to me, darling,” he said. He turned his body and touched my face. “I have to end all this. But I have to do it alone.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m going after Skull X.”

  “Tripp! No.”

  “Stop,” he said and stood. “I have to do this. I have to do it alone so there’s no chance you can get hurt. You stay right here. Don’t leave the room, okay? Promise you won’t leave the room.”

  “Tripp… I…”

  “Promise me!” he bellowed.

  “Okay. I promise. I’ll be right here. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “I just have to do this. Once and for all. One more fucking fight.”

  I was scared to death. I wasn’t going to lie. Not to myself, not to Tripp. I couldn’t imagine Tripp going to Skull X and coming back alive.

  I looked up at him. I moved closer to the edge of the bed.

  I dropped the blanket off my chest.

  I reached forward and grabbed between his legs.

  I needed him. Right now.

  ~

  Tripp thrust into me and I cried out his name. One hand held my breast tight, the other held the sheets on the bed. He stood on the floor, fully dressed, his zipper undone. His cock was buried deep inside my body as I had my legs around him, pulling at him as he sank into me over and over. His mouth felt like it had been everywhere. My lips, tongue, neck, chest all tingled where he had kissed me. My left nipple was red and swollen where he had suckled me so hard I screamed.

  But I loved it.

  I fucking loved it.

  Desire flowed through my body so freely as I clawed at his shirt, pumping my lower body at him, never wanting him to stop fucking me. It was a need I never knew, and a need I never wanted to lose.

  There was only one Tripp. I wanted him all to myself.

  My hands fought their way up to his neck. I scratched at him, then
my fingers dug into the back of his neck. I needed his mouth to mine.

  Tripp kissed me and it set off fireworks deep in my core. I throbbed, pulsed, and started to come. My ankles unlocked and my legs fell open for him. His hands slid down and cupped my ass, lifting me off the bed. He moved harder, faster, bringing himself to a breakneck speed. The bed groaned almost as loud as I was.

  He then moved into me one last time and started to come. My pussy clenched at him, throbbing each time he did, coaxing every last little bit out of his sexy body. My right hand was up and over his shoulder, holding onto his muscular back. My other hand touched his face.

  And as he gently fucked me some more, my eyes filled with tears. Tripp brushed one away but more were to follow. So then he simply kissed me. Because he knew the truth as much as I did. That maybe sometimes it was easier to live with nothing because there’s no pain.

  Tripp buried his face into my neck, his body rocking back and forth.

  I loved him.

  And now… now I had to let him go.

  29.

  (Tripp)

  I should have never let it get as far as it did. It was too late now though. We were far too deep and there was a slim chance we would make it out alive. In my mind, I tried to keep it simple. All I needed to do was get to Skull X and get to Autumn. I could fight my way there, fight my way through anything. I just needed more of the truth. I would make everything right by Aldo, by his now dead son, by Winter, and by all the pain and suffering she had to endure.

  When I pulled up to the Red Aces lot, they were at the front gate, all together, ready to leave. All their motorcycles firing up at once sounded like scattered thunder.

  Of course, Stoney was in front.

  When he saw me, he put up a fist. He then climbed off the motorcycle and took his sunglasses and helmet off. He approached my car.

  “Tripp,” he said. “I think it’s time I get sick of seeing you around here.” A second later he asked, “Where’s Winter?”

  “Not with me.”

  “Everything okay?”

  “Not your business. Just so you know, Aldo’s son died. Couldn’t survive the coma or the bullet. It’s not going to be good around here anytime soon.”