Fight Song: A Paranormal Shifter Romance (Rocky River Fighters Book 3)

by Grace Brennan

  The urge to let him dominate was strong, but Piper was stronger. Taking the lead, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth before biting down on it and pulling back. Finally releasing it, she pushed her pelvis into the hardness she could feel taking shape, and he groaned as his arms tightened around her. Crushing his mouth to hers, he sucked her tongue into his mouth, biting down on her tongue ring, then releasing it to explore the rest of her mouth.

  It felt like they were in a race to devour each other, and Piper moaned, tangling her tongue with his. It had been so long since she felt like this, so long since her blood sang with desire and her body ignited as it was doing right now. She moved her hands into his hair, the short strands silky against her fingers, as she rubbed her body against his.

  The hardness tenting the front of Jax’s jogging pants was poking into her stomach, and she needed to feel it, needed to get her hands on it. Trailing her hands down, she slid her fingers down his hard chest, breath catching at the feel of those hard muscles underneath her fingertips. Moving lower, she traced his six pack, lingering over the ridges there, before continuing her descent.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jax said, chest heaving for air as he pulled his mouth from hers. Alarmed that he was going to pull away, she snaked her arms around and grabbed his ass, swooning inside over the tight muscles in her grip.

  “Why are you stopping?” she panted.

  “Aren’t we moving a little fast? A day ago you were telling me to leave and not come back. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Are you really trying to talk me out of this?” she asked, arching her eyebrow. “Whatever else that may have happened between us in the past, or even yesterday, needs to stay there. Right now, at this moment in time, I want you, Jax. More than I’ve wanted anyone in a very long time. And I know you want me, too. Are you really going to tell me no?”

  Searching her face, his green eyes were bright, a circle of swirling gold around his pupils. Dipping his gaze to her lips, he looked back up, and the heat from that look nearly singed her where she stood.

  “No. I’m not telling you no. I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.”

  “It’s sex, Jax. It’s not marriage.”

  Eyes narrowing, his green eyes burned into her. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered right before he slammed his lips to hers.

  Instantly forgetting what he said in the deluge of passion raining down on her, Piper moaned, kissing him back with equal intensity. Jax wasn’t wasting time, and his hand almost immediately delved under her shirt, slowly climbing higher. Impatient with the slow pace, she pushed her hips into his, rubbing against the hardness in his pants.

  But he refused to let up his slow pace. Finally, finally, reaching her breast, he cupped it over her bra, squeezing firmly before his thumb brushed her nipple. He froze then, not kissing her or moving a muscle, and she smiled as he pulled back to look into her eyes.

  “Is that what I think it is?” he asked, voice gravelly.

  “Yep. My nipple is pierced,” she replied, still breathless.

  He stared at her and then he pulled back, and in once fast movement, pulled her t-shirt over her head. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra faster than she thought a man could manage, and pulling it off, he drank her in. Reaching up a hand, he lightly touched a finger to the bar through her right nipple.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked softly, eyes glazed over as he glanced at her.

  “Not at all,” she replied, smiling at the look in his eyes. Reaching a hand up, she took the bar between her fingers and tugged. “See?”

  “Sweet mother of God,” Jax choked out as she felt his dick jump against her belly.

  Quickly, he pulled her hand away while simultaneously leaning down, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Gasping out his name, she arched her back as he sucked hard, his tongue playing with her nipple and the bar. Her blood felt like it was boiling in her veins as her knees went weak. Planting her hands on his shoulders, she dug her fingers in and held on tight as his tongue continued to play.

  Pulling away, her nipple left his mouth with a pop as he moved his mouth to her other one. One of his hands reached up to replace it, and his fingers twisted, pinched, and tugged while his mouth devoured the other. His hand left her breast and trailed down her stomach, where he shoved it under the waist band of her shorts, cupping her mound.

  Breath choking off at the dual sensations, she dug her fingers into his shoulders harder, uncaring of the marks she was making with her nails. His mouth switched back to her pierced nipple as his fingers slipped inside her, and she moaned when he fingers found her clit.

  His mouth alternated between her nipples as his fingers circled around her clit, moving faster and harder with every pass. Her core was tightened to the point of pain, and with a burst of sensation, she came, mouth open in a silent scream as her hips jerked against his hand.

  He followed her through her climax, making it spike again and again before he eased her back down. They were both breathing heavy as he straightened up, and as soon as her vision cleared and her wits partially returned, she reached out and yanked his pants down, reaching for the hard cock straining toward her, needing to feel him in her hand again. Eight years was far too long to go without that magical piece of anatomy in her life.

  Quick as a lightning strike, Jax reached out and grabbed her wrist. “No. If you touch me right now I’m going to go off faster than a rocket on the fourth of July.”

  Pushing aside the disappointment that washed over her, she sent him a sultry smile instead and unsnapped her shorts, shoving them and her panties down before stepping out of them. Turning around, she glanced over her shoulder as she bent over, bracing her arms against the wall of the barn and grabbing hold of the top of a bench.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  She watched as he dragged his eyes from her wet center, stopping to trace the off center iron butterfly tattoo on her back. “So this is the tat that curls around to the front.”

  “Look later. Fuck now,” she demanded, needing to feel him inside her.

  “Dammit, Piper. Keep saying shit like that, and I’ll come before I’m even inside you,” he gritted out.

  Smirking, she turned her head back to the wall as he moved in closer, his heat seeping into her. She felt him rub his dick through her wet folds, and she nearly sighed in bliss at finally feeling him against her most private spot again. Too. Fucking. Long.

  Lining himself up, he began easing inside, and she felt her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure and sensation shot through her body. He went slowly at first, feeding the first few inches in increments, and she savored the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate his substantial girth. Then he took her hips in his, fingers tightening, and slammed inside in one hard thrust.

  “Fuuuuck,” she breathed out, stars dancing behind her lids. “Again.”

  Fingers flexing then digging harder into her skin, he gritted out, “I’m not going to last long. It’s been too long.”

  Using the bench for leverage, she eased away and then shoved herself backward, making them both moan. “I don’t care. Fuck me, Jax. Now.”

  Not saying another word, he pulled out and thrust back into her, his thighs slapping against hers. He kept it up, setting a blistering pace. Piper was just along for the ride, unable to move from the pleasure overwhelming her senses, not able to even find her voice again.

  Despite the fast pace, she swore she felt every ridge and vein on his dick, and they were amplifying the sensations she felt to a painful degree. Over and over, he pounded into her, their thighs slapping together loudly, perspiration running down their bodies.

  Letting go of her hip with one hand, Jax snaked it around her body, his fingers finding her clit. Circling it hard and fast, his hips went even faster, and before Piper even realized what was happening, she was coming, harder than she ever had before.

  Breath stalling, she went weak as pleasure streaked through her veins and washe
d over her skin. She would have pitched forward headfirst into the wall if it hadn’t been for Jax’s tight grip on her hips.

  “Fuck, Piper,” he gritted out, his thrusts becoming jerky as he lost control.

  She felt it when he came, heat coating her insides as he held himself to her, moving from the force of his orgasm without leaving her body. Their heavy breathing filled the barn as they both panted, and she willed strength into her limbs again.

  “That was amazing, Piper,” he said, voice still shaky as he eased out of her. “Let me get a towel to clean you up.”

  The loss of his body against hers brought reality crashing back down around her. Shaking her head despite the wetness she could feeling leaking out of her and coating her thighs, she bent down and grabbed her shorts, pulling them back on.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m just going to get in the shower anyway,” she replied, putting her shirt on and grabbing her undies and bra.

  “Piper—”

  “It’s okay,” she said, glancing his direction but avoiding his eyes. “This was fun, St. James. I’ll see you later.”

  Blowing out a breath at the flash of hurt she saw on his face from the corner of her eye, she turned and fled the barn, walking quickly back to the house and praying no one was around to see her doing the walk of shame while she carried her undergarments in her hand.

  It wasn’t that she regretted having sex with Jax. She didn’t at all, though she did regret hurting him in any way, despite all the hurt he heaped upon her years ago. The problem was she hadn’t wanted to walk away, and that wasn’t good at all. She already wanted to run back and ask for seconds, but that couldn’t happen. She couldn’t allow this to happen again, or she ran the risk of losing her heart to him all over again.

  “I love this song,” Piper said, swaying in the grass as the Bon Jovi song blared from the speakers.

  “It’s a good song,” Jax replied in agreement, running his hands through the clover. Finding what he was looking for, he plucked the four-leaf clover from the ground and handed it to her. “Want to dance?”

  Smiling, she accepted the clover. “You have all the luck with finding these. And yes, I’d like to dance.”

  Standing, he held out a hand to her and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. At nineteen, Jax was tall, towering over her and still seeming to get bigger every day. Piper snuggled into his arms, loving how he was big enough that it felt like he was surrounding her completely. Humming along with the song, she relaxed into him as they swayed to the music.

  “This should be our song,” he said, his deep voice rumbling and lighting up her nerve endings.

  “’Always’?” she asked, brow furrowing as she looked up at him. “Have you listened to the words? It’s a song about a man who’s not with the woman he loves anymore.”

  He shrugged. “So? That’s not what it means to us. It means we’ll always love each other. We’ll never stop, and we’ll be able to get through everything, because we love each other. Always. The chorus is ours, Pippy.”

  He started singing it, his smoky voice wrapping around the lyrics, and she felt the emotion he put into them down to her soul.

  “Yeah I, will love you, baby

  Always and I'll be there

  Forever and a day, always

  I'll be there, till the stars don't shine

  'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme

  I know when I die you'll be on my mind

  And I'll love you, always.”

  Heart melting, she gave him a mushy smile. “Okay, it’s perfect when you say it like that.”

  “Besides, you’ve been wanting to pick a song for a while now. And I know if I leave it much longer, you’ll do it yourself, and pick a shitty ass Nickelback song.”

  Laughing, she smacked him on the chest. “Their songs are not shitty. But yeah, you’re probably right, and I would have picked one.”

  “Bon Jovi is much better,” he said softly, eyes dropping to her lips before he looked back up again. “I love you, Piper. Always.”

  “And I love you, Jax. Always.”

  Eyes heating, he leaned in and kissed her, slowly at first, but with more intensity as the kiss got heated. After a moment, he pulled her down to the ground and eased her to her back.

  “I’m going to lose my clover,” she said breathlessly.

  “So keep it in your hand. Let that be your challenge. Keep hold of that clover while I love you senseless. Don’t let go.”

  Closing the distance between them, his mouth closed over hers again. I’m not letting go, she thought. Of the clover or you. Ever.

  Piper rand a hand through her mostly dry hair, pacing at the foot of the stairs that led to the attic. She’d taken her shower, but she was too restless to settle down, her mind going a million miles a minute. After her talk with Ian earlier, she told herself she wasn’t going to ask Jax any questions about what happened eight years ago.

  But Ian was the second person to bring it up, and halfway through her shower, she was struck with the burning desire to ask Jax. Her grandmother saying things might not have been as they appeared was one thing, but hearing it from Ian was a whole different kettle of fish. Ian and Jax were close. They’d been friends back in high school, and they appeared even closer now. If anyone would know about this, it was Ian.

  And maybe some of it was the fact that she and Jax had sex. She’d tried hard to treat it impersonally, just two people scratching an itch, but she couldn’t fool herself. It opened doors to her feelings she couldn’t shut again, and now she had to know why Jax broke it off with her. If he really didn’t want to be with her, she’d put this whole mess behind her, get her grandmother’s affairs in order, and then go back to Seattle and never look back.

  But if he didn’t want to end things with her eight years ago… then what? She had no idea, but if something had happened to make him feel forced to break up with her, it changed everything.

  Pausing at the stairwell, she peered up, and then turned with a curse to continue pacing. She didn’t know how to approach Jax now. An hour ago, she was throwing words in his face that hurt him, insinuating that she was using him and had no care for his feelings. How was she supposed to ask him to talk about the past after that? And why would he want to do anything for her after she fled the barn so quickly after having sex, with his come still dripping down her thighs?

  “Piper? What are you doing?” Jax asked behind her.

  Jumping, she slapped a hand over her racing hard and looked to find him climbing stairs from the first floor, a glass of water in his hand. Well, shit, he hadn’t even been up in his room, and she’d been pacing around down here like an idiot.

  “I wanted to talk to you, but I…” she trailed off, unsure how to explain what she’d been doing.

  “Chickened out, huh?”

  “I did not chicken—okay, yeah, I wussed out,” she admitted, glaring at him when he chuckled.

  Smiling, he walked closer to her, his eyes dropping to take in her camisole and tiny sleep shorts. His eyes landed on her thigh, and he froze. “Is that an eagle?”

  Brow twitching, she nodded. “Yeah. I’ve always thought they were kind of majestic birds. Beautiful and badass. Why? What’s wrong with it?”

  “Nothing,” he replied, swallowing hard and dragging his eyes to hers. “I like them, too.”

  He turned around, showing her his back. The tattoo she saw in the barn earlier was an eagle, expression fierce and wings outstretched, spanning the width of his shoulder blades. Some of the feathers were even inked onto the back of his arms.

  “Wow,” she breathed. “That’s awesome.”

  Turning back around, he smiled at her. “Now that we’ve established we both like eagles, do you want to come up?” he asked, gesturing at the attic stairs.

  Swallowing hard, she nodded, following him up the stairs, staring at the way his ass moved the whole trip. When she climbed the last stair, she pulled her eyes away to look around. The room was huge, stret
ching the length of the house, and surprisingly tidy.

  On one end was a bed, end tables, and dresser, and she could see a door leading to a bathroom in the corner. On the other end of the large space was a drum kit, keyboard, and about five different guitars, ranging from acoustic to electric. There was even a saxophone in the corner.

  “Look at all this,” she said softly, walking over and trailing her fingers over the drums. “Eight years ago, all you had was an old hand-me-down guitar.”

  “I still have it,” he replied, following her over. “Over there, in the corner.”

  “So you do,” she said softly, walking over to check it out. Her eye caught on a mound of notebooks, and she grabbed the open one on top. “What new hit are you working on now?”

  “No, wait,” he said, panic in his tone. “That’s not new, it’s old.”

  Curious over what could shake up a normally unshakeable man, Piper turned away to keep him from grabbing the notebook and began reading. The paper was wrinkled and well-read, various colors and strengths of ink for different lines, all pointing to what he said about it being old. He must have been working on this for a long time.

  As she read, her curiosity turned to surprise, then shock, her body going cold then hot. This wasn’t just any song. She felt deep inside, from the first line, that it was about her. Her, and the love he felt for her. A feeling that was confirmed as she read further. And despite having mostly negative feelings associated with their time together because of how everything ended, she couldn’t help falling a little in love with the song. It was beautiful.

  Turning to face him, she took in the stiff set of his shoulders and the nervousness in his green and gold eyes. Holding the notebook aloft, she asked, “Why didn’t you ever publish this song? It would have been a hit. One of those songs that went down in history as one of the great love songs.”

  Blowing out a breath, he ran a hand over his head. “Because the person it was written for would never hear it. Climbing the charts, radio play, winning awards—none of that matters if she never hears it.”

  “Maybe she needed to hear it. Maybe it would have made a world of difference,” she whispered.