Fight of Life (Perception Book 3)
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Fight
of Life
©Shandi Boyes 2016
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This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover Design: Shandi Boyes
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Edited by: Carolyn Wallace
Written by:
Shandi Boyes
Contents
Dedicated to:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Dedicated to:
My mum,
Thank you for all of your inspiration and assistance.
I love you
Shandi xx
Chapter 1
Jacob
“Did you want a lift?” I offer, as I roll down my car window.
I am sitting in my white dodge charger at a T intersection waiting for the red light to turn green, when I spotted a pair of stunning legs sticking out the bottom of a mini denim skirt. I couldn’t see much more of the hot mess that was yelling and cursing at the bus timetables that are displayed on the pole near the bus stop. But her legs had sparked enough interest out of me to offer a stranger a lift home late on a Saturday night. When she peers past the pole and looks towards me, I notice that the sexiness of her legs matches her face perfectly. This girl is a fucking stunner.
She cocks one of her eyebrows into her hairline, as she bites down on her bright pink lipstick covered lips, that matches her pink halter neck top perfectly. She must notice my perusal of her body, as she sticks her ample breasts out even further.
“I don’t bite… much” I reply, mumbling the last part to myself.
Her gaze turns back to look at the timetables on display, as the car behind me starts honking its horn, since the traffic light has just changed to green. Peering in my revision mirror, I can see an old guy sitting behind me in a dark grey car. I rev my V8 engine loudly, starling him, before turning my eyes back towards the hot mess.
“Alright” she smiles seductively, before she runs and jumps into the passenger seat of my car.
As soon as she closes the door, I slam my foot down hard on the accelerator and take off, leaving nothing but the smell of burning rubber behind. I peer over at my new companion, who is smiling brightly as I weave in and out of the traffic in my hometown of Ravenshoe. She seems to like the thrill of danger, causing me to push my car to its limit as the taco goes way over the designated speed limit.
“I’m Jacob” I introduce when I stop at the next red light.
“Lola” she replies seductively. Her name suits her perfectly. Fucking hot and seductive.
“Where do you need to be?” I question, while I allow my eyes to glance over the generous curves of her body. She has a heap of her beautiful beige skin on display, considering the clothes she is wearing barely covers an inch of her skin. Her caramel coloured wavy hair frames her brown eyes perfectly and she has a cute little turned up nose.
“Where do you want me to be?” she replies as her eyes roam over my body, before settling on the crutch of my pants.
That’s a first. Most girls are normally timid when they first meet me. My size seems to scare them. But Lola definitely isn’t scared or shy, and by the way her eyes are sparkling full of lust, I can tell exactly what is on Lola’s mind.
As soon as the light turns green, I take off to the perfect location for Lola to be. Bronte’s peak. The instant I pull into the carpark, Lola climbs over to sit straddled on my lap, before she lowers down her pink lipstick covered lips to start sucking and nibbling on my more than eager mouth.
“I guess it’s true” she whispers against my lips, while she gazes seductively into my eyes.
“What’s true?” I query, as I grab a handful of her curvy backside, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Guys with big hands” she replies, while rubbing herself along the length of my cock.
“Have big dicks” she breathes out seductively. Her brassiness causes me to chuckle loudly and my deep rumbling laugh echo’s around the cab of my car.
“I’m glad you approve” I reply appreciatively, before pulling her back towards my mouth by her long caramel locks.
It is true, I have a pair of the world’s biggest hands, but I think I would look pretty fucking stupid being six foot five and having hands the size of a boy. I guess the same rules apply to my cock.
To say Lola and I were properly introduced would have been a fucking major understatement. But, I made sure I was thoroughly introduced to every sexy inch of her body, before I eventually drove her home as I had originally offered.
Lola lives in Erkinsvale, which is a thirty-mile trip from where I had picked her up. There is no doubt she made the drive worth it. Lola is different than all the other girls I have dated. Most normally have a three date rule before they give me access to their cookie jar. Where Lola gave me an all-inclusive pass within ten minutes of meeting her. I was stunned, but come on, I am a guy, there was no chance I was going to say no to what she was offering.
The whole drive back to Lola’s house was done in complete silence. She didn’t seem uncomfortable about the silence, or what we had just done at Bronte’s peak. She just appears to appreciate a moment of peace.
I pull my car into the driveway of a small but modern brick house in the middle of the burbs at Erkinsvale. Lola instantly opens the passenger door and jumps out of my car while mumbling a thanks for the lift. She then darts towards her house like a woman on a mission. What the fuck. I quickly undo my seatbelt and jump out of the car to follow after her.
“Do you want to go out again sometime?” I yell, as she continues sprinting to the front door.
Lola freezes in the middle of the concrete footpath, before she slowly turns to face me.
“I had a great time Jacob, but I am not the girl for you” she responds without
remorse.
“It’s not a date, we could just have a beer or something” I stumble out, trying to come up with any excuse to be able to see her again.
She stands there staring at me, her light brown eyes roaming over my body, before she slowly begins walking towards me. Lola is average height for a girl, but considering my height, she has to fully extend her neck to be able to look into my eyes.
“Pick me up Friday night at 8pm” she replies after a slight delay.
She then spins on her heels and starts walking back to her front door. Once she had gone inside, I jump back into my car and then I hear Lola yell out “and it’s not a date!” before she slams her front door harshly.
My loud chuckle rumbles around my cars interior as I shake my head. It only took that one meeting with Lola to know she is going to be more than I am ever going to be able to handle. But that doesn’t mean I am not going to give it my best shot. She is fucking hot and has peaked my interest to a level it has never experienced before.
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Walking into my front door, I head straight for the shower as I smell like pure, raunchy, car sex and sweat. I suddenly halt walking in the middle of the hallway. Do I really want to wash the smell of Lola off my skin? I lift up my shirt and take in a large whiff. Yep, it definitely smells like Lola and sex mixed together.
“Did you just fucking sniff yourself?” questions Noah as he walks down the hallway. I pull my shirt back down into place, as I shrug my shoulders at him.
“You need to get fucking laid” Noah laughs as he continues walking down the hallway. Once he barges past me playfully, he freezes, before taking two steps back towards me. He then leans his head down near my shirt and takes in a large sniff.
“You dirty fuck” he chuckles loudly, while shaking his head. He then continues to walk into the living room.
Obviously, I am going to need to have a shower. I’ll just have to capture Lola’s scent again on Friday.
Chapter 2
Lola
“Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me” I yell harshly at the bus timetables in front of me. I had missed the bus home by ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes. It was the last bus home too, god dam it!
“Do you want a lift?” asks a deep voice from out in the street.
I peer past the bus timetables and notice a gorgeous looking, although slightly larger built than I am normally attracted to, guy sitting in the driver seat of a white car. His eyes look over my body appreciatively, causing me to cock my eyebrow into my hairline. I was accustomed to getting hit on, but not normally at a bus stop. I had just jumped out of my ‘dates’ car and I didn’t realise that I was going to be stranded in Ravenshoe, until I just checked the bus schedule.
“I don’t bite” he chuckles cheekily, as the car behind him starts honking his horn.
I watch as the handsome blonde moves his revision mirror to peer at the elderly gentleman sitting in a grey BMW behind him. He revs his engine loudly, startling the arrogant elderly guy, causing me to smile. This guy doesn’t look like the normal guys I date, but he seems to have a cheeky side to him. He may be able to add a little bit of fun into my night.
“Alright” I reply, before I jump into the passenger seat of his car, triggering him to smile brightly.
The instant I land in the passenger seat, his car bolts through the traffic surrounding us. The purr of the engine rumbling through the seat causes my pussy to get a nice tingling sensation. I look at the speedo and observe that he is going nearly thirty miles an hour over the designated speed limit. The adrenaline rush is addictive and I feel my pussy throb from the excitement.
When he stops abruptly at a red light, he introduces himself as his eyes roam appreciatively over my body once again. When he said his name was Jacob, I slightly hesitated in my perusal of his body. Even his name sounds too nice. I don’t have anything against nice guys, I just like my men to have more roughness to them. I also prefer guys that are happy to have a one-night stand and then they move on. Jacob doesn’t seem like that type of guy. He seems just a little too nice for me.
I watch as he scratches his eyebrows and that is when I notice just how large his hands are. That sparked an interest out of me. I have always wondered if the rumours are true. Do guys with big hands really have big cocks? I lower my gaze down to Jacob’s crutch and I do note the bulge he has there does seems impressive, considering it is currently flaccid.
“Where do you need to be?” he questions. I can hear the sexual undertone in his voice the instant he spoke and when I look into his eyes, I can see he is more the interested in getting to know me better.
“Where do you want me to be?” I reply as I slowly lower my eyes down to his crutch, ensuring that he fully understands my intention.
He doesn’t utter a sound, as he heads straight to Bronte’s peak, just as I had expected him to. The instant he pulls into the carpark I straddle his hips, not wanting to waste any time in finding out if the rumours are really true or not. And guess what, they are true!
When my eyes first roamed over Jacob’s body, I thought he was going to a be a bit squidgy and soft under his long sleeve shirt and his cargo trousers, but he isn’t. I don’t think he has an inch of fat on his whole body. He is as hard as a rock, and I am not just talking about his cock.
I was tempted to use his shirt to gag his mouth when he chuckled loudly at my appreciative comment of his cock being large in size. Jacob’s body is built like a machine; he just needs to learn how to use his machine to its full ability. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was good, actually it was great. But, Jacob is still too sweet for me. He seems like a guy that would prefer to make love, where I am a girl who likes to fuck. Call me what you like. I am who I am and I am never going to change for anyone.
I spent the whole drive back to my house in complete silence, trying to work out how you let a guy like Jacob down easily. The sex was great, but I get the feeling that Jacob might be a bit of a clinger. I also don’t want him to think that I just used him to get over my sexual frustration, even if that was what I just did.
As soon as he pulls in the driveway, I immediately unleash my seatbelt and bolt out of his car.
“Thanks for the lift” I mumble, as I swiftly make my way down the small concrete path to my family home.
I nearly make it halfway down that path, before I hear Jacob yell behind me asking if we could go out again. I freeze at his request. Just put on your big girl panties Lola and tell him straight up, I silently chant to myself.
“I had a great time Jacob, but I am not the girl for you” I reply.
He needs someone sweet and humble. Hmmm, I wonder if Emily would be interested?
“It’s not a date, we could just have a beer or something?” he replies as his eyes plead with me to say yes.
I still feel slightly tender and sore between my legs from having to accommodate to a guy that is as well-endowed as Jacob. It’s not a bad pain, it actually feels great and I did have fun with Jacob tonight, but I can’t help the feeling that I should walk away from him, right here and now, before things get too complicated.
Staring into his pleading blue eyes, I can feel my defensiveness starting to lessen. Maybe I could help mould Jacob into a perfect guy for someone else. I could be his friend, while helping him to reach his full sexual abilities. Oh god, who am I kidding, I just want to feel him inside of me again.
“Pick me up on Friday at 8pm” I instruct while looking into his ocean blue eyes.
There is no doubt Jacob is good looking and once I got him out of his clothes, I realised his body is pure perfection, but I don’t want anyone permanent in my life. I have dealt with too much the past year to add another mess into my already complicated existence.
It’s only when I reach my front door do I realise that I had forgot to inform Jacob that Friday night was not a date.
“And it’s not a date” I yell loudly, before slamming the door closed.
I could hear Jacob’s deep chuckle vibrating through
the closed door. God save me, what have I gotten myself into?
Chapter 3
Jacob
“Will you be alright driving yourself to Mavericks tonight?” I ask Noah as I walk into the kitchen to have some breakfast.
Noah is sitting at the breakfast bar, shovelling cocoa puffs into his mouth like he has never been fed. I knew that Noah would never drive his truck if he consumes too much alcohol. I guess that can be expected since his little brother was killed in a motor vehicle accident and Noah’s dad, who was driving the car at the time, was five times over the legal limit.
“Yeah no worries, why?” he questions as he finishes the last of his cocoa puffs and goes to wash up his bowl in the sink.
“I have a date” I reply excitedly while waggling my eyebrows. It’s finally time to recapture Lola’s scent.
“Another one?” Noah asks sarcastically, before he turns from the sink to face me.
“Don’t be jealous” I laugh. That fucker is always jealous about my love life as he has never had one.