Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3)

by Hachey,Tiffany

  I know he’s going to be pissed when I explain what happened on Monday and I don’t want him riding the bike over an hour while he’s angry. “I think we should wait. Let’s enjoy our time here before we go back to reality.” I avoid the scrutiny in his glance by looking out the window again and I envy how peaceful everyone looks like they don’t have a care in the world. I would be naïve if I thought for just a second those people didn’t have challenges. I guess I’m feeling a little envious of how well others seem to mask their issues. To be able to let go and live carefree. I wish I had that ability. I’m slowly getting there so that’s a step in the right direction.

  The ride home is a much less peaceful one. The conversation that looms ahead of me is one that I’m not looking forward to.

  “She what?” Julian asks when I finish filling him in on everything that Amy had said on Monday.

  “She basically told me that if I didn’t cooperate that she would make my life a living hell. She said she would have me blacklisted. I never in a million years would have thought that she would get the rumor mill running when I used the excuse of being too sick to go back to work.” I’m mostly pissed at myself for underestimating her.

  “Okay, we’re just going to go about this calmly and ignore it,” Julian says while rubbing my shoulders. We’re lying lengthwise on the couch and I’m settled between his thighs. “I’ve seen much worse, trust me. There are plenty of things that would have painted us a much uglier picture. I for one am happy that that’s all she started.” His fingers start to slowly massage the nape of my neck, relieving some of the pressure there and it’s so easy for me to sink back into him.

  “I’ve been looking online for another job, since that one was just an internship. I hope it’s not going to be too hard to find something entry level.” There wasn’t much to look at in this area though and I have no desire to relocate.

  “Find anything good?” he asks as his fingers venture to the front of my body, cupping my breasts in his hands.

  “Mmmmm,” is all I reply. I don’t want to talk anymore.

  I let my hands wander along his muscular thighs, inching higher and higher, making him suck in a sharp breath when my touch reaches his growing shaft. He changed out of his jeans when we got back to his house and now he's wearing a pair of extremely easy access gym shorts. My hands roam to the bottom edges and I slowly inch my fingers inside, causing a moan to escape. My shirt is flung over my head faster than I can blink and my bra follows with much speed and precision.

  “Don’t make me wait days Tanya. I can’t take it and then I have to ravage you when I really want to take my time.” He lifts my body and turns me so I’m straddling his waist. His still covered erection digging into my core.

  “What are you going to do while you’re away?” He doesn’t answer; instead he takes one of my aching nipples in his mouth and lavishes it with his tongue, alternating strong swift circular licks and hard suction. Releasing me from his wet grip he kisses the tender peak a few times before speaking. “I don’t want to think about that right now. Right now I want your hot wet pussy wrapped around my cock.” He intensifies his words while lifting his hips and grinding even harder against me. He tugs at my shorts and growls. “Get these fuckers off now!”

  He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I jump up from his lap long enough to rid myself of the restriction that my shorts present, while he does the same and instead of his lap I straddle his thighs and lean down to engulf his hard, pulsing shaft in my mouth with firm suction, circling the tip with my tongue as I make way down his length.

  “Jesus Christ Tanya,” he says and grabs my hair, gently tugging with the rhythm of my movement. He lets me control this and his low moans urge me on. “You feel so good baby.”

  “Mmmm,” I moan as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. His hand in my hair grips tighter and he takes control, setting the pace for his impending orgasm. “I need to feel you,” I say, coming up for air.

  “Kneel on the couch and hold onto the back,” he tells me and helps me find the perfect position. “Get ready Tanya; this is going to be fast and hard.” His words send chills through my body and I’m so ready for this.

  He firmly slaps my ass making me cry out from the sheer pleasure of it. “Yes! Please Julian, give it to me.” He runs his length up and down the crease of my ass, briefly touching the tender lips below, making me cry out again and again with every passing sweep.

  “Do you want this?” he asks, continuing the slow torture. I thought he said this was going to be fast. “Do you want me to shove this big hard cock in your dripping wet pussy?” He slaps my ass again and I buck against him while he drags his hot shaft through my folds.

  “Yes Julian. Please?” My grip has tightened on the back of the couch. I start shamelessly grinding my ass against him in an attempt to force him inside me. I feel him pull away and I turn to watch him as he grabs a condom out of his wallet.

  He slowly enters me and I whimper when he pulls away. I feel him breach me once again, only this time he doesn’t retreat but plunges deep in one thrust and my inner muscles grip him hungrily. He’s holding my tits as he thrusts, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He removes one of his hands and glides it down over my torso, over my stomach and finally reaches where I end and he begins. Pinching my clit he continues to fondle my breast with the other hand while he kisses along my neck and shoulders.

  My head's thrown back in ecstasy while he completely owns my body. He maintains a strong, steady rhythm while making sure to pleasure me in every way he can. Grabbing my hips and holding me to him he rotates his hips, treating me to a whole new sensation and it’s enough to send me flying over the edge with his name on my lips. “Fuck! Keep gripping me like that and I won’t last much longer,” he says between heavy breaths. Thrust, rotation, thrust, rotation, he continues the pattern over and over again and it feels so damn good.

  It doesn’t take long until I’m coming all over his cock again and I don’t know how much longer I can go before I collapse like a blob of jello. I’m chanting his name over and over again when he stills and I feel him spill inside of me. “Holy shit! God Tanya, you’re fucking amazing.” He pulls me back against him; his shaft still buried deep and holds me.

  “Seems to me like you did all the work,” I tease.

  “And I seem to remember those hot, sexy lips wrapped tight around my cock.”

  “Ah yes; I do love your cock in my mouth.”

  “Then I guess we agree because I also love my cock in your mouth.” His hands begin to wander, caressing every possible inch that he can reach in this position.

  I can feel him hardening inside of me again and starts to rock slowly, lovingly as his hands continue to roam. We make love until both of us are completely spent with only enough energy for a quick shower before we crawl into bed and I fall asleep wrapped in his arms.

  train wreck

  Julian

  I’ve ran this play with my teammates enough times before to know that they won’t go easy on me. I’ve caught the lateral and I’m looking for an open receiver to pass it to. I don't see him rush me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a semi with the amount of force he’s tackling me with. The ball go soaring into the air and I watch as one of the defenders catches it and hauls ass in the other direction before my body slams against the ground and my facemask scrapes along the field, filling with grass and soil before coming to an abrupt halt.

  I see stars and my arm is burning like a son of a bitch. I have a bad feeling that something’s torn or broken or both. I lie curled up on the ground and clutch my arm tight against my body. People are yelling and I can feel vibrations from their cleats stomping into the ground as they rush towards me. I wish they would fucking stop.

  Fuck!

  I’m in and out of consciousness while the medics lift me up and flip me over before gently placing me back on the soft grass. I run my gloved fingers through the blades as the hot July sun beats down. One face kee
ps slipping through into my thoughts and I have no doubt about why I haven’t been able to focus. Eric’s trial is today and it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Wishing I could be there for her and at the same time also knowing that she has her family with her for support.

  I keep picturing her face to keep the pain shooting through my arm at bay but it’s no use. It’s so excruciating that I don’t even remember being moved onto the stretcher. The pain.... it’s all I can feel. Extreme pain and darkness consume me and I don’t want to feel this anymore. Shit I’m no pussy when it comes to pain but this is by far the worst I have ever felt. I feel a sharp pinch in my other arm and soon after I’m numb and slowly slipping into unconsciousness.

  I slowly open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I’m in a hospital room, that much I’m sure of. I feel sharp pains in my left shoulder and arm as I reach for the call button. I spot the IV in my right arm and vaguely remember the pinch there before passing out. Trying to keep the left side of my body as still as possible, I search for the remote to get someone into my room and explain to me what’s going on.

  I hear a small knock on the door before it opens slowly and a small middle aged nurse wearing bright scrubs makes her way over to my bed while smiling sweetly at me. “How are you feeling Julian? My name is Angela and I’ll be your nurse for the next few hours.” She adjusts my bed for me so that I’m sitting up. “Your lunch will be here in a few minutes if you’re hungry as well as water and juice.”

  “Thank you. Do you know how long I’ll be in this cast? I don’t remember much after being tackled.” I ask her as she’s walking towards the door.

  “Your doctor will be in shortly to explain the surgery and physical therapy plan for your recovery. If you need anything else don’t hesitate to call on me.” She closes the door behind her and I can’t help but think that this is much worse than I thought. Surgery?

  I must have fallen asleep again. The smell of chicken noodle soup makes me nauseous and I start to gag. “Easy Julian. I take it the meds we gave you are making you experience some side effects. I’m sorry about that.” The doctor I assume, holds his hand out for me to shake. “I’m Doctor Alexopoulos. That was a pretty nasty hit you took out there on the field today.” He’s telling me. It’s slowly coming back to me and I still don’t know which one of my teammates railed me but I feel bad for our opponents this season. Whoever it was is a fucking tank. “We had to perform two surgeries on you today.” Shit. This is bad.

  “Two?” I ask for clarification.

  “Yes. We had to reconstruct your AC joint and repair a fracture in your humerus bone. Both were severe injuries. Hopefully with proper care and rehab you can be back on the field by December.” He shakes his head. He’s seen it before, depression within athletes who have to be on the injury list even for a short period of time.

  He doesn’t have to worry about that with me. This isn’t the first time I’ve been injured. I hope to hell it’s the last. This pain is a major bitch. “Have you spoken to my coach?” I have to ask. I hate that I’ll be missing at least all of regular season. Considering we’ll be with our backup quarterback during the start of the season.

  “I have. He knows you need plenty of rest. Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?”

  “My phone. Is it here?” I really need to get a hold of Tanya and then I remember the trial and realize that I might not be able to reach her. “What time is it?” I ask because I honestly have no idea.

  He looks down at his watch. “It’s just after six in the evening.” Oh good. Court is definitely over for today. “And yes, all of your things are here.” He points to the corner behind my head which I can’t see. “Your duffle is right over there. Let me get it for you.” It doesn’t take him long to find. “Here you go; it was right on top.”

  “Thank you. What time are visiting hours?” I ask as I scroll through my phone looking for Tanya’s number.

  “They end in a couple of hours but family is unrestricted,” he answers while opening the door to exit my room.

  “Girlfriend?” I ask hopeful that he’ll make an exception.

  “As long as you’re quite and she doesn’t disturb your rest, I don’t see that being a problem. What’s her name? I’ll leave it with the nurses at the desk.”

  “Tanya Mitchell. Thank you so much. You won’t even know we’re here.”

  I press call on my phone as he shuts the door and I wait for her to pick up but unfortunately I get her voicemail. My message is brief and I hold my phone to my chest with my good arm, willing it to ring.

  When I open my eyes again, it’s to the vibration of my phone which is still lying on my chest. Damn, whatever it is they’ve given me does the trick of knocking me out. Remembering my injuries a little too late I wince when I attempt to move my left arm. Picking up the phone with my right, I see that I missed the call and it was from Tanya. Before I get the chance to call back my phone buzzes with an incoming text.

  { If you wake up before I get there I’m on my way. Love you xoxo }

  My eyes get heavy as I read her message. I really don’t like whatever it is they’ve given me. I can’t stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

  I squint at the sunlight pouring through the large window next to my bed. I must have slept through the night. I can feel something weighing down on my right leg and soft strands flowing through my fingers. I breathe in her scent and for a moment I think I’m dreaming until I look down and see her fast asleep on my leg, my hand entwined in her hair. I remember her text saying she was on her way and I wonder how long she’s been sleeping like that. It doesn’t look very comfortable. I continue to stroke her hair as she softly snores and I wish she was facing me so I could see her face. Her right arm is draped over my legs, hugging them to her, while her left is tucked under her head.

  She must sense that I’m awake because she turns her head and slowly opens her eyes. She blinks a few times and offers me a sad smile. “How are you feeling?” She asks while snuggling tighter to my legs and positioning her head higher up on my abdomen.

  Placing my hand on her back, I rub in circles, loving the feel of having her here with me. “Like shit, honestly. I can’t seem to stay awake but at least the pain medication is working.”

  “What happened? How were you hurt so bad?”

  “We were running a play and I never saw him coming. He took me down to the ground hard and I just landed wrong.” I still don’t know who hit me and if any of my team has visited I’ve been out cold. “I’ll be alright although I’m going to miss a lot of games, maybe the entire season.”

  She sits up and cradles my face in her hands. “I’m so sorry Julian. That’s terrible.” Leaning in she places a soft kiss on my lips and I know as long as I have her with me, there isn’t anything I can’t get through. She starts to cry and for every tear that slides down her cheek another piece of me becomes hers.

  “Shhh, don’t cry for me, please. I knew that something like this was a possibility when I signed up to play.” I hold her in my good arm with her tear streaked face lying against my chest. “We’re both going through some stuff right now but I promise you that we will get through it all together. We have control Tanya, us, no one else.” She lifts her face up to look at me and I can see the hesitation in her eyes drift away, replaced with confidence that we’ve got this; her and I. She nods her head before resting it back in its previous position on my chest.

  She sniffs a few times and repeats my words. “We got this.” I start to run my hand through her hair again and we stay like this; just being.

  “Do you want to talk about court?” I ask because I’m dying to know.

  “Not right now Julian. I just want you to hold me.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. That’s what I do; I hold her until we both fall asleep.

  When I wake again it’s to a clearing of a throat and I see Dr. Alexopoulos standing over us with a concerned expression. I’m sure he doesn’t agree with the way Tanya’s laying on me but I coul
dn’t give a shit. “Good morning Julian. How is that arm feeling today?” He hasn’t acknowledged Tanya yet so neither do I.

  “To be honest it only hurts when I move it accidentally. I haven’t been awake much though.”

  “That’s good. We’ve kept you heavily medicated so you can get as much rest as possible here with us before we release you. The more you can keep that arm and shoulder still the better.” He consults his chart for a minute and then points at Tanya with his pen. “Is she the girlfriend you were referring to yesterday?”

  “Yes, this is Tanya.” At the mention of her name she starts to stir. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she finally notices the doctor and holds her hand out.

  He extends his in greeting and they shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tanya, I’m Dr. Alexopoulos.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Dr. Alexo….” She struggles a bit with his name and I can’t say that I blame her. It’s a mouthful.

  “Dr. Alex is fine. I admit that I don’t have the easiest name to pronounce. So will you be staying with Julian during his recovery?” He asks her and she turns to me for an answer.

  “We haven’t really discussed that situation yet. Will I need someone with me around the clock?”

  “I think that would be best. If she can’t do it, I would suggest an in home nurse.” I look at Tanya pleadingly. I would much rather it be her giving me my sponge baths. “The less you have to do the sooner you’ll heal so I’m putting you on bed rest until further evaluation. I’ll need you to come in for an x ray once a week to check progression on the healing process.”

  “I’ll do it,” Tanya agrees quickly. I don’t think she’s very happy with the idea of a nurse either.

  I’m looking her over, admiring every possible inch visible to me by the position she's sitting in. She’s turned slightly to the left, facing the doctor on the other side of my bed. I’m not paying attention as he fills her in on some of the duties that taking care of me will involve. The tightness of her purple shirt traps my concentration, showing off the curve of her breast underneath and the little sliver of skin playing peek-a-boo above her jean shorts. I won’t be able to do much but I can sure as hell lie back and watch her move as she rides me. Mmmm.