DS Fight Club Box Set (Volumes 0-3)

by Josie Kerr

  “If you keep doing that, you’re going to have to stay horny because it’s going to put me right to sleep.” Colin pulled her a little tighter to him and exhaled a contented sigh as Bailey continued to massage his scalp.

  She let out a little whoop when Colin pulled her down with him to lie on the couch. She had her back to the couch and Colin sprawled on top of her, still lying with his head on her chest.

  “Am I too heavy for you, babydoll?”

  “No, I like the feel of your weight on me. It makes me feel…grounded.”

  “Probably more like ‘ground down’ because my big ol’ body is crushing you,” he said and started to get up.

  “Oh, no you don’t, buster. You’re staying right here.” Bailey’s voice was stern and when Colin raised up his head to look at her face, she was scowling at him.

  “Oh, yes ma’am. I believe I’ll stay put then.”

  “Good. I like a man who listens to me.”

  Colin chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, just listening to the rhythmic beating of Bailey’s heart and stroking her hip in time with the cadence.

  “This is still weird, though.”

  “Yeah, it is. What time is she supposed to be back?”

  “Tripp said he would drop her off about 2 o’clock tomorrow – after lunch but before her afternoon nap. That’ll be good because I can get the grocery shopping down in the morning before.”

  “You want to go to the Farmer’s Market? I’ve never been, but Junior raves about their selection.”

  “Sure. I went once with Em to get some sort of leash-walked, fancy-pants something for a cake she was baking. There was sure a lot of stuff. It was kind of overwhelming.”

  Colin laughed. “Em sure likes baking cakes, doesn’t she?”

  “She sure does. She’s always bringing cakes to the office and says that the other half’s at home,” Bailey said, shaking her head at the memory of last week’s cake of the week: a five-layer monstrosity of hazelnut and chocolate. It was delicious, but very rich. “I’m gonna have to stop partaking every time she brings something in. I’ve noticed my waistband’s getting a little bit tight.”

  Colin lifted his head. “What? This little bitty thing?” He wrapped his hands around her waist. “It seems like the perfect size to me.”

  Bailey tilted her head toward him. “You are so sweet, Colin. You really are.”

  “Well, it does. You know me well enough by now to know that I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

  Bailey knew it and still thought it was a sweet thing to say.

  “So when I say that you look so beautiful that it almost makes me cry, and that it’s taking every ounce of my restraint to not pull those little shorts down and stick my face in your pussy, you know I’m serious, right?”

  “Colin!” Oh, my GAWD!

  He grinned at her, but it was a sweet, hopeful grin.

  “Colin, you can do whatever you want.”

  Colin’s face grew serious. “Even put on a clown mask when I’m giving you the business?”

  That comment caught her off guard. “Wh-what?”

  “What does ‘circus sex’ make you think?”

  “Um. Not clowns,” she said with a laugh.

  “Huh.”

  She looked at him curiously. “Do I wanna know?”

  “Junior said something one time about me and circus sex. Never mind.” His face flushed deep red.

  Bailey shook her head and then looked at Colin adoringly. “Colin, honey, look at me.” When he looked into her eyes, she said, “No masks. I love looking at your face when you come.”

  Colin grinned. “Same here, Bailey. And that’s what I want to do right now. Scootch back a little, babydoll.”

  She did and Colin scooted down on the couch to where his head rested on her belly. He began kissing along the waistband of her sleep shorts, inching the soft material down slowly as he moved lower and lower.

  “This gonna be alright with you, Bailey?” he said right before he placed a soft kiss on her now unclothed mound. Bailey didn’t answer him directly, but just let out a big sigh and relaxed back into the couch cushions.

  Colin continued kissing and licking and nipping while he removed her shorts, and when she was bared to him, he pressed his hands on her thighs, opened her up, and just gazed at her for a moment before he drove his tongue into her.

  Bailey’s breath hitched when his tongue hit her most sensitive bundle of nerves, and she squeaked when he added some soft strokes of his thumb. Colin’s grunts of pleasure just added to Bailey’s, and soon she was soaring, soaring, soaring. At the top of the crest, she felt Colin’s mouth leave her, and she opened her eyes to see him, his own eyes hot with lust, stalking up the couch. She didn’t know when he removed his clothing, but she could see him all now, the thick muscles of his shoulders rolling as he moved up to be face-to-face with her. Her eyes drifted down between their bodies and she also saw the evidence of his arousal, big and hard. And when he pushed into her, with her knees hooked over his elbows so she could be spread wide, she cried out in ecstasy.

  “Wanna make you make more of those noises, babydoll,” Colin drawled as he rocked completely into her. “Wanna make you make happy.”

  “Oh, Colin, I am so happy,” Bailey breathed. “So happy.”

  He smiled a huge, satisfied smile and rolled his hips as he thumbed her nub, and Bailey once again soared, and this time, Colin allowed her to bring him with her. She watched him closely, watching the beauty of his reveling in her bliss, and another wave of pleasure engulfed the two of them that was so powerful that they both closed their eyes lest they be completely overwhelmed.

  After their pleasure had crested and subsided, they remained on the couch, joined, and sated and exhausted, they slept.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  Bailey opened her eyes. She turned her head to see Colin’s sleep softened face next to hers, her body tucked into his on the couch where they made love and then slept.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  “What time is it?” Bailey muttered. She squinted at the clock. Eleven? She hadn’t slept that late in months.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  “Bailey! Bailey!” Bailey heard Tripp call through the front door. “Are you okay? Are you home?”

  Fartblossom! “Colin, Colin! You need to put your pants on!” Bailey pushed his heavy body off of her and scrambled into a shirt. “Hold on, Tripp! I’m coming!”

  Colin blinked in confusion. “Wha?”

  “Get your pants on! Maude’s home!” Bailey hissed in a whisper.

  “Oh, shit.” Colin rolled to sitting position and started searching for his clothes.

  He heard Bailey open the door.

  “Hey Tripp! I... thought that you were bringing her by after lunch?”

  “I got called into work, Bailey. I texted you. You really need to keep your phone handy in case there are any emergencies.”

  “Did you call me?”

  “I just said I texted you.”

  “But you didn’t call me. If I didn’t respond to your text, you should have called.”

  Tripp’s retort was interrupted by Maude’s call of “C-C!” and her stretching toward the door, the door where a shirtless Colin appeared, grinning.

  “Hey there, little girl!” he said as he reached for Maude.

  Tripp was stunned enough by the shirtless giant that Bailey had obviously spent the night with that he let Maude go easily. That is one big motherfucker. He watched Colin, clad in only a pair of tight shorts, take his daughter, his daughter, into the house.

  Tripp swiveled his head to look at Bailey, who looked as stunned as Tripp was to see that big guy walking around in her house in what looked suspiciously like his underpants.

  Tripp snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Bailey!” he said sharply.

  “What?”

  “Who the hell is
that?” Tripp asked, pointing an accusing finger at Colin.

  “I’m Colin.” The giant had a pair of jeans on now. Thank God. “You must be Tripp.” He stuck his hand out.

  Tripp grasped Colin’s hand and shook it. He peered at Colin. “Do I know you?”

  Colin shrugged. “You might have seen me in pictures or something.”

  “That’s probably it. It’s...nice to meet you.”

  “Same.”

  Bailey closed her eyes and huffed a breath. Just tell him. “Tripp, Colin is Mick Brennan’s brother.”

  Tripp’s eyes snapped back to Colin’s face. Motherfucker. While Mick Brennan was monstrously tall, he was lean, and this guy was both tall and big. Brennan’s hair was a lot darker as well. But those eyes? Those ice-cold, silvery-blue eyes were exactly the same. Fuck me.

  “Well, we had fun, she slept well, ate well, and now I have to go to work. Sorry for not calling.”

  Bailey smiled. “I’m glad y’all had a good visit. We’ll talk soon, Tripp.”

  “Bye, Bailey. Nice to meet you, Colin.”

  Colin nodded, still holding Maude, who was babbling at him.

  After she shut the door, Bailey looked at Colin and burst out laughing.

  “That went well, as far as first meetings go, right?” he grinned.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Tripp picked up Maude and unlike the previous few pick-ups, he was his usual cocky, nasty self. Colin sat in the bedroom and listened to Tripp speak to Bailey with disdain dripping in his voice, his lack of respect for the mother of his child obvious in his tone.

  To her credit, Bailey didn’t lose her temper and she spoke with the same calm tone to Tripp even as he got nastier and nastier. In fact, it was only when Colin pulled her into his arms that she started sobbing. Colin held her while she cried and continued to hold her after.

  Hours later, Bailey answered Colin’s unasked question.

  “You’re probably wondering what I ever saw in him, aren’t you?” she asked.

  Colin shrugged a shoulder. “You don’t have to justify anything to me, Bailey.”

  Bailey shook her head and exhaled through her nose. “You are such a good man, Colin. Such a good man.” Colin folded both of her hands in his and brought them to his lips. “You probably think I’m absolutely awful for dating Tripp so soon after he and Em broke up, and you’re right, that was awful of me. Inconsiderate. Immature. And at the time, I even thought that. Tripp persuaded me that it was long over before she moved out, and I ignored my gut feelings and took a chance.

  “There were all sorts of rumors when I started dating him—I was out for his money, Em and I had a falling out and I wanted to get back at her. But the funniest one was that I got him drunk and lied about him getting me pregnant.”

  “Why was the funniest one?” Colin had propped his back against the headboard and had pulled Bailey up to cradle against him. He kissed her cheek and the top of her head. “I mean, it’s obvious you weren’t pregnant when he announced your engagement because it doesn’t take fifteen months to have a baby.”

  She looked up into his eyes. “I was a virgin. I gave him ‘the most special thing a woman could give a man’ according to my mother and to Tripp.”

  “Oh, Bailey. Sweetheart, I...” Bailey put her fingers over Colin’s mouth.

  “Colin, if I hadn’t had sex with Tripp, I wouldn’t have Maude, and that’s just a simple fact, and I’ll never regret that at all.”

  “I understand that. I do.”

  Bailey leaned into him so he couldn’t see her face. “I had no idea that sex could be so intimate. It was never intimate with Tripp. It was very mechanical, always just until he was satisfied and then he stopped. Literally just rolled over and went to sleep. Or, truthfully, most times it him just pulling out, slapping my ass, and then turning his back to me.”

  “Jesus, Bailey. I’m not all that experienced but I would never treat a woman like that.”

  Bailey huffed a small laugh. “I know. That’s obvious, Colin.”

  Colin looked at her for a few moments. “That’s why you don’t like it on all fours, do you?”

  Bailey did her one shoulder shrug. “It just doesn’t seem very intimate. You can’t see the other person’s face and you don’t have full body contact with them. It’s very...remote.”

  Colin shook his head. “That position can be very intimate.” He got ready to say something else, but then snapped his mouth shut.

  “God, it’s a wonder that we’re not totally screwed up regarding sex and intimacy, isn’t it?” she laughed. “You with your crazy-ass mother and a father that saw an escort for twenty years, and my screwed-up family of origin, with all their secrets.”

  “How did you know she was an escort?” Colin asked with a surprised laugh. He had just figured out that detail recently.

  “I just had a feeling about it. Either that or she was married, and I can’t imagine Duke getting involved with another man’s wife.”

  “That is very true. He would have never have done that.” Colin settled further back into the pillows and took a deep breath. “I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 28, and I was blind drunk when I finally did. I don’t even remember it. I don’t know how I even got it up, being as drunk as I was.”

  “Oh, Colin, I’m sorry.”

  “No need for you to be sorry, babydoll. And hell, it’s in the long in the past now and we,” Colin pointed from his chest to Bailey’s, “are perfectly matched both in and out of the sheets, and that’s something damn special.”

  Colin dipped his head to kiss her, then pulled her tightly against him, enveloping her in his embrace. Bailey wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly until they both fell asleep.

  Bailey awoke in the middle of the night, hungry in more ways than one. She went to the kitchen and got a banana, and that slaked the hunger in her stomach.

  She went back to the bedroom and when she saw at Colin, splayed out across the big bed in nothing but his little boxer briefs, she could barely stand it. Boy howdy, he is hot.

  “Bailey, honey, is everything okay?” Colin’s sleepy voice came out of the near-dark of the bedroom. “Do you want me to give Maude a bottle?”

  “No, baby, remember, she’s at Tripp’s.”

  “Oh, that’s right. Come here, babydoll.” Colin raised his arm up, signaling that he wanted to snuggle.

  Bailey thought for a second, then stripped down and climbed into bed. Instead of spooning with him, she buried her face in Colin’s chest, deeply inhaling his scent of soap and sleepy man as he pulled her into him. His hands wandered over her bare back and down to her bottom, finally cupping one soft cheek in his big hand.

  “Bailey, you’re naked!” he mumbled with surprise. “I like it when you’re naked.” Bailey giggled when he grinned a sleepy grin.

  “You’re making me hard, babydoll,” he mumbled, still half-asleep.

  Bailey didn’t say anything, but answered by nibbling on his nipple. His breathing grew ragged as she licked the same nipple to soothe the sting. He chuckled.

  “I think someone is feeling frisky,” he said.

  She looked up at him to see those beautiful silvery blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She stretched to kiss him on the mouth.

  “I might be feeling a little frisky,” she said. “Do you want to do something about it?”

  Colin answered by taking her hand and shoving it down his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his erection. “I just might,” he chuckled again. He brushed against her mound with his free hand.

  “I like it when you’re naked, too. I want you naked right now, as a matter of fact.” She let go of his cock and began to work his briefs down over his hips before Colin got impatient and pulled them the off the rest of the way.

  Her hands roamed over his bare ass, her finger softly darting in between his cheeks, making him emit a quiet “whoop!” He wrapped one leg around her, pulling her to him. Sh
e moved her hand to the front and between his legs, stroking the soft spot behind his balls with her fingers. Colin’s eyes closed and he emitted a breathy groan.

  His groan was anything but breathy when Bailey put both of her hands on his thick shaft and began to stroke his length. He grunted with pleasure, the corner of his lip tugging up into a small smile. Colin gripped her hip, squeezing it in time with her strokes while he stroked her breast with his other hand.

  He captured her mouth, his tongue sweeping across her teeth. He deepened the kiss before nibbling across her chin and down her neck while he rolled a thumb around her nipple.

  Now it was Bailey’s turn to moan as he worked one nipple and with his other hand, massaged her mound. He slipped a thick index finger between her folds, feeling her slick heat, while Bailey rolled her own thumb across the swollen head of his cock, rubbing the pre-cum that appeared at the slit. Bailey wiggled her hips against his hand, squeezing it between her thighs.

  “Top or bottom?” he asked.

  “Top, at least for a while. I want to watch you.”

  Colin nodded and rolled to his back, taking Bailey with him. She straddled his big body, her hot softness cradling his thick girth. Colin’s hands rested on Bailey’s hips, softly kneading and grinding them against him. Her hands smoothed his chest hair and tweaked his nipples, making him purse his lips in pleasure. Bailey couldn’t resist that puckered mouth, so she bent down, dragging her breasts over him, to kiss him. Her body bent over him, Colin took advantage of her raised behind to run his fingers down the length of her folds. She shivered with pleasure and smiled against his mouth.

  “I want you in me,” she breathed into his ear.

  She lifted herself up and took his stiff cock in one hand, the using the other to balance herself on his chest. Colin cradled her face in his hands, helping her balance as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. When he was fully seated in her core, she sat still for a moment, reveling in the full stretching sensation that his girth afforded. Then she started the smallest of rocking movements, swiveling her hips in a figure-eight.