Hard Love: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance

by Flowers, Kristen

  Her bed was large and covered with a plush comforter and set of pillows. He turned to the right and saw she had redone the bathroom as well. It was even nicer than he bathroom in the hallway and, of course, larger. Everything looked so familiar, yet so different. It was like he was living in a dream world. He turned and walked into it, running his hand over the clean surface of the counter top. He glanced briefly at all the products she had neatly laid out before turning to see her leaning against the doorway.

  “Have a thing for bathrooms?” she asked cheekily.

  “Hm,” he responded as he started walking toward her. “Not exactly,” he added in a much quieter voice. He closed in around her and pinned her back to the frame of the door before capturing her lips in yet another fiery kiss. Claire arched her back slightly and he felt her stomach press against his before she straightened up against the wall. He grabbed her hips and pulled them toward him. Now the stirring in his pants had gotten out of control and he knew she felt it push against her by the little squeal she let out.

  “Oh,” she said breathlessly.

  Chapter Five

  Claire didn’t look upset or like she wanted him to stop. She looked surprised but absorbed in the moment. Kurt smirked again.

  “Oh?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. She bit her lower lip and gave a little nod, the pink returning to her cheeks. He squeezed her waist and pressed his lips against hers before letting go and walking into the bedroom. Claire walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. She pulled him in and her lips pressed against the bottom of his shoulder blade, over his shirt. So she hadn’t been offended. He hadn’t crossed over some boundary. It really was okay to pursue what he wanted. He turned to look at her, hands falling naturally on her lower back.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be?” She was staring straight into his eyes and speaking in the subtly sultry tone that had gotten a rise out of him the last time.

  That was all it took for Kurt to pull her in close again and initiate another fiery kiss. It was a kiss of a million emotions. It was a kiss driven by unfulfilled passions from years ago. It was a kiss that completely set Kurt over the edge for her.

  Now they were standing in the middle of her bedroom making out with full passion and Claire knew he was hard for her. It was almost unbelievable to him. He started kissing down her neck until he was laying a trail of soft, closed-mouth kisses along the line of her collarbone. Claire grabbed at his shoulders and lifted one of her legs slightly so that her knee was placed at the bottom of his belt.

  He moved his hips forward on instinct and let out a groan when he felt his cock, still restricted in his boxers and pants, rub up against the crotch of her panties. The sound of her pleasantly surprised little moan made his cock twitch a bit.

  “Fuck,” he growled in her ear before kissing her again.

  He kissed back down her neck, but this time kept going until his face was nuzzled between her exposed cleavage spilling out of her dress. Claire’s breathing was heavy, just like his.

  “Kurt,” she said between breaths as she wrapped her hand under his chin and pulled his head back up so she could look into his eyes.

  “Too much?” he asked. She shook her head and moved in to kiss him before turning around so her back was to him.

  “Unzip me,” she invited him. He grabbed her zipper and pulled it all the way down, at once admiring the exposed flesh that was so sexily tanned. He exhaled loudly when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Eagerly, he pushed the straps of the dress down her arms and then ran his hands slowly back up her arms and over her shoulders. His hands made their way down the backs of her shoulders and under her arms until they found her breasts.

  Her nipples grew hard and erect under the palms of his hands as he rubbed them between his fingers. Claire let her head drop back onto her shoulder as she made small noises of pleasure that were nearly drowned out by her heavy breathing. Her chest heaved with every breath she took; a sight Kurt was enjoying. He ran his hands down to her waist and turned her back around to face him, eyes raking down over every inch of her exposed body. Her stomach was tight and flat. His eyes landed on her miniscule, white lace thong and his hardness twitched in his pants again.

  “Fuck,” he said in something like a growl, “You’re hot.”

  Claire giggled and bit her lower lip before taking a large step to be closer to him. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in to another fervent kiss, feeling one of her legs draw up to his hips again so that he pushed his cock forward against the crotch of her panties. She moaned louder this time. He did it again and again.

  “Oh fuck,” he said, “I-”

  He stopped talking in favor of jerking his hips forward against her a bit faster, but Claire seemed to have gotten the hang of what he had been trying to say. She pulled him toward the bed and climbed on, immediately rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. She ran a hand down her body and started rubbing her wetness over the white lace fabric of her tiny thong. Kurt watched her in awe and didn’t even noticed when he undid his pants to pull out his cock and start squeezing it with a tight grip, eyes still glued to her. Her eyes wandered down and she looked at him jerking his cock. She slipped her hand under her panties and started rubbing herself as her eyes stayed glued to his cock. Before long she brought herself to orgasm. Her back arched off the bed and her body tensed up, hips thrust upward and legs shut together, as she moaned loudly before her body collapsed back onto the mattress. Her toes curled as she took a deep breath in, enjoying the feeling of fluttering tingles traveling down her legs.

  Claire sat up and made a ‘come hither’ motion with her finger. After quickly taking off his shirt and pulling off his pants and boxers, Kurt walked over and climbed onto the bed. As he got closer and closer to her, he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. It was actually happening. His inner teenage self was practically squealing in excitement and triumph.

  Claire pushed him onto his back and immediately swung a leg over to straddle him. She moved her body up so that she was straddling his manhood as she leaned forward to kiss him, breasts pushing into the bare skin of his chest. Slowly, she started to rub her hips to create friction against his bare cock. Although the fabric of her thong was a slightly rough against his sensitive skin it wasn’t enough to take away from how great it felt, especially since it was Claire doing it to him.

  She pulled away from the kiss and placed her hands flat on his chest to squirm her body downward a bit. Kurt felt a bit of disappointment run through him until he felt her hand wrap around the center of his shaft. He groaned as she started moving her hips in circles so that he felt the very wet fabric of her panties rubbing against him. She started slowly, tantalizingly rubbing up and down his cock. It was the most incredibly sensual hand job he had ever gotten. She continued to stroke him, increasing her pace little by little until she was pumping it in her hand. She had started circling her hips a bit faster to match the pace.

  Claire slowed it down again before running her thumb over the head of his cock to sweep off a bit of wetness that had spilled out. She leaned down and spit on his shaft before jerking it in her hand again, now running her hand over the head of it every few pumps to increase the friction. She moved her hips up just enough so that her crotch was slightly rubbing against the lower half of his cock. Kurt clutched at the bed’s comforter as he tried to hold back an orgasm. But it was useless. It wasn’t long before he exploded all over her hand.

  Chapter Six

  The two of them got dressed in slightly awkward silence after Claire had cleaned his juices off her hand and he had cleaned up himself. Once they were fully dressed they finally turned to look at each other and, quite unexpectedly, burst into laughter.

  “Well, that was something,” she said finally.

  She walked up to him and playfully punched his arm. It was something she would have done back when they were in high school and had somehow become close friends. But he found it a
somewhat odd thing to do now especially given what they had just finished doing.

  Kurt kissed her goodnight before leaving. Claire watched him drive away from her front door. As he drove back to his parents’ house he reflected on the night. It was amazing, their little sexual escapade at the end not included. If he did include that, well, it was all the better. Walking around town with Claire talking about so many things had been like reconnecting with an old friend in a way he had never experienced.

  As he pulled into the driveway and quietly made his way into his bedroom, he realized his young teenage self would have given anything to be with Claire like he just had. He cringed at the thought of how many times he had fantasized her hand around his cock instead of his own. He dropped down onto his bed, still fully clothed, and looked up at the ceiling with a smile before drifting off to sleep.

  The following morning his mother, who had fixed him a delicious and full breakfast, asked how his “little date” went. Kurt would have rolled his eyes and corrected her, telling her it wasn’t a date, but the truth was that it had felt an awful lot like one even before they wound up on her bed. Of course that wasn’t something he wanted to tell his mother either, so he swallowed a mouthful of food and responded with, “Really good.”

  She glared at him. “Kurt, you should know by know your mother isn’t going to take such a simple answer!” She pulled a strip of bacon off his plate and took a sizeable bite before gingerly placing it back atop the pancake he was eating.

  He sighed and took a sip of orange juice.

  “I know,” he groaned. So he told her they had just wandered around the town square. He told her they talked for hours and mentioned, as quickly as he could, she had given him a tour of her house when he dropped her off. His mother raised a suspicious eyebrow but he pointedly ignored it.

  “You still got feelings for her, don’t you?” she asked softly.

  Kurt nearly choked on his food. His mother always asked forward questions and had always been involved in his life to some degree or another, but he wouldn’t have expected her to ask that question. But as he smacked on his chest to suppress a fake cough and attempted to catch his breath, he realized there was no real reason for him to have been taken by surprise by her question. It had been, after all, quite a normal question for her to ask considering she had been all too aware of how in love with Claire he was in high school.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said smartly before getting up to fetch the pitcher of orange juice from the refrigerator and pour some more in his glass. She poured some in her glass too before putting the pitcher back into the refrigerator.

  When she took her seat again Kurt took it upon himself to clarify. “I’m not still in love with her, you know.”

  “Oh, Kurt honey, don’t be ridiculous. Of course I don’t think you’re still in love with her. That doesn’t mean that seeing her didn’t wake any of the old feelings back in you,” she told him. She was absolutely right. It was that moment that it occurred to him she had invited Claire to his party not just because they had been close friends in high school.

  “Mom, did you know she had broken up with Tyler?”

  “Goodness, the whole town knew!”

  That was all the confirmation he needed. He knew his mom had some inkling he might end up spending time with Claire now that they were both adults and single. His mother was sneaky, but he had to hand it to her for her insight and technique. He finished up his breakfast and immediately went upstairs to change into exercise clothing. He was going to go for a run and then do some exercises out back. Even though he was on leave he couldn’t let his workout regimen get too out of line or else he would feel it once he was back on base. It occurred to him then he hadn’t talked to any of his Army buddies since he took his leave. But, then again, he was only on his fourth day of leave.

  Kurt changed and went out for his run, enjoying the crisp country air hitting his face as he went along. As he thought about Claire and what they had gotten up to at her house, he ran faster and faster. By the end of it, he was soaked in sweat and out of breath. But that didn’t stop him from doing his exercises in the backyard before hopping in the shower and throwing on some jeans and a dark green t-shirt.

  He went downstairs, taking two steps at a time, and plopped down on the couch beside his mother. It was her day off so he decided he would spend all of it with her, even if they just stayed in and watched movies. It wasn’t as if they ever got that simple, little joy anymore. And that was exactly what they ended up doing.

  It wasn’t until 9pm when she started getting ready to go to bed that Kurt went upstairs to his bedroom and sent Claire a goodnight message. She instantly replied with a little kissing face. He chuckled and tapped the screen of his phone before sending her another message asking if she was free for lunch the next day. She told him she could work him into her busy schedule. He could practically hear her laughing. Then he sent messages to a couple of his Army buddies before sitting on the armchair in his room to read a couple chapters of the book he had packed before bed.

  He ended up turning in rather early and rising early to get in a good run and workout before getting ready to meet with Claire for lunch.

  They met at old Jerry’s deli, which was still named “The J-wich”. That was something that made Kurt laugh as he walked in through the front door to be stared at by a young man behind the counter.

  “Welcome to The-J-wich, how may I help you?” He sounded pleasant enough, but also an awful lot like a prerecording.

  Just then Claire stepped out from the door behind the counter, which Kurt assumed led to an office. “He’s here to meet me. Can you bring the order to the break room when you’re done prepping it, Pete?”

  The young man nodded and Kurt watched as Pete looked at Claire turn around and walk off. He chuckled silently. It came as no surprise to him at all that Pete would have a little crush on her. She was, after all, a knockout and had a great personality. She was exactly the type of “older woman,” the high school aged boys would fantasize about.

  Claire led Kurt to a break room that was decently sized and quite clean and nice. She had, no doubt, had a hand in fixing it up. The pops of color weren’t as bright and cheerful as they were in her house, but they were bold and appropriate for the office atmosphere while still bringing a special little something. He had been right to think she had a knack for that sort of thing and was impressed she had even managed to translate it into her work environment.

  “Do you work here most days?” Kurt asked.

  “About two or three days a week actually,” Claire responded as she reached up to pull out some cups from one of the cabinets. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of what appeared to be sparkling grapefruit juice and poured some into each cup. She put the pitcher back into the refrigerator and then placed the two cups on the table.

  “Have a seat,” she said. She was dressed business casual, but still looked as hot as ever. Her hair was drawn up into a tight bun and some simple black earring hung from her ears. She wore minimal makeup. She was stunning all the time and he once again found himself thinking it was no wonder Pete had a little crush on her.

  Just then, Pete walked in holding two plates with sandwiches on top.

  “Here you are, Ms. Collins. Is there anything else you need?” He definitely didn’t sound like a prerecording when he spoke to her and Kurt could tell the poor guy was fighting not to stare at her breasts. He chuckled and he caught Claire side-eyeing him.

  She smiled brightly up at Pete and said, “How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Claire, Pete? Ms. Collins is so stuffy and formal! Anyway, we’re all set. Thank you so much.” Pete smiled awkwardly and then walked out in a hurry. That was when she turned around on Kurt and scolded him for laughing at the guy.

  “Anyway,” she said at the end of her scolding, “I took the liberty of assuming you wanted the usual?”

  “Oh, you actually remember?” Kurt pulled the plate toward
him and looked at the sandwich hungrily. It looked just as delicious as he remembered it, if not more. He quickly picked it up and took a big bite, savoring every familiar flavor. “Even better than I remember,” he said after swallowing the first mouthful.

  “Of course,” Claire said as she picked up her own sandwich quite gingerly. “I had them source in some higher quality ingredients, you know.” She grinned and winked before taking a bite of her own sandwich and making a noise of delight. “I rarely eat these,” she told him before taking another bite. He assumed it was because she didn’t want to grow tired of them since she worked for the place.

  They got to talking and Kurt found out she worked from her home office at least one day a week and then went to the restaurant’s office in the next town over every Thursday. That was where old Jerry’s son had set up his office because he had also decided to move out of his hometown. Old Jerry still lived in the same house now that he was retired and liked to pop in at the deli every now and then to check on things and say hello to Claire.