INVINCIBLE (Fight #2)

by London Casey

  It was time to feast.

  My lips touched her inner thigh and she jumped. One of her hands dug at my hair. Women may have played off that they didn’t like long hair on men, but they loved it when I was between their legs. They had plenty to hold onto as my tongue went rampant.

  Rose was no fucking different.

  I pressed my tongue against her panties, teasing her a little. My left hand came up and slid her panties to the side. Her tender, pink folds were exposed for my taking. I ran my tongue right between and felt Rose shudder. Goddamn, it had been a long fucking time since someone tasted her like this. And that turned me on even more.

  My hands nestled around at her firm ass, lifting her off the bed. My mouth devoured between her thighs, savoring her every groan, thrust, and droplet of sweet wetness that dripped from her body. At one point she put her legs over my shoulders and she was all mine.

  I had my fill of her taste and then kissed up to her soft and bare mound. My eyes looked up at a perfect set of tits ripe for attention. I hurried back up her body and wasted no time kissing her. My tongue swirled around her nipple and I suckled, bringing her to a soft cry and pulling her up to a seated position.

  That’s when I stood up before her, leaving Rose to have her turn with me.

  She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met in my life. No exaggeration. Watching her tear at my belt and push my jeans down made me grit my teeth. I had to keep my fucking calm though. I couldn’t just explode on her with one pump of her hand.

  My dick popped free of my jeans, long and stiff. Her hand gripped at the root, squeezing, sliding her hand up to my tip. I felt myself ready to let go already.

  No fucking way, Wes. Don’t you dare.

  Rose looked at me. Our eyes devoured each other. We definitely weren’t sure of one another. I couldn’t be sure if I could trust her. And Rose definitely shouldn’t have had any faith in me. But her hand felt good sliding down my shaft. A second later, her lips felt even better, sliding over the tip of my cock and down. She sucked hard and groaned, closing her eyes as she took more of me into her mouth. I hissed and held back from thrusting. I wanted her to work for it.

  And she did.

  Fucking fast.

  One hand pumping at me, her mouth stretched around my dick tight, she took care of me. I gently touched the top of her hair, guiding her back and forth the way I wanted it. It just felt too damn good. I actually considered coming but knew there was something better waiting. I licked my lips as a little reminder of what was waiting.

  Her sweet fucking pussy.

  I pulled back and away from Rose’s eager mouth. She looked at me and knew exactly what I wanted now. Without a fucking word, she fell back to the bed. Her hands played down her entire body and slipped into her panties. She stripped herself right before my eyes as I held my dick in my hand. I stepped out of my boots and jeans, then looked down at them, knowing I had a condom.

  Fuck, I didn’t want anything in the way. I wanted to feel it all.

  Rose then nodded at me. “It’s okay. I’m okay, Wes. Please. Just hurry.”

  No second guessing for me.

  I came forward and lowered my body to hers. Her pussy was still warm and wet. With one hard thrust, she sheathed me tight. Her insides throbbed to my steel shaft, clutching me. I pulled back and thrust, fucking her. I lowered down and couldn’t help myself as I kissed her. I never kissed women when I fucked them. I didn’t want to give away the wrong idea.

  After just a few seconds of kissing Rose’s sweet mouth, I pulled away.

  Don’t give her the wrong fucking idea.

  I slipped a hand behind her neck and my other hand grabbed her waist. That’s how I held her as I fucked her even harder. She pumped her body just as hard and fast at me, groaning. When she came, she arched her body and froze, offering herself to me. I felt her come and slowed just enough to work her through it.

  Goddammit, Wes, do you care about her or something? Just fuck her. This is about you, man.

  I gritted my teeth and sped back up again. I slowly moved my hand from her neck down to her waist. Both hands held her. My feet were on the floor. Her legs were wrapped around me, her heels pressing against my back. Christ, she wanted it harder? She wanted it faster? She wanted me fucking deeper?

  “Fuck, sweetie,” I growled. “Fuck…”

  Rose looked me dead in the eyes and bit her bottom lip. She then touched my shoulders, her fingers trying to dig into my hard muscle. And that just set me off. It was all I could handle. The most beautiful woman I’d ever been with, with a perfect body, beautiful tits, and amazing pussy… that was all any real man could handle before letting go.

  I thrust deep into her body and let the first pulse go. I then came down to her body, my mouth demanding her breasts again. I came as I thrust at her, fucking her, kissing her tits, working my way up her neck and to her lips, but not kissing her. I let an inch between my lips and hers.

  We were just there, breathing hard, breathing fast.

  That’s when I knew… this wasn’t going to end with romance, it was going to end with tragedy.

  19.

  (Rose)

  My hands made their way to his hips. My thumbs felt his rock hard stomach as he breathed. I was supposed to be pushing him away. I was supposed to want him out of me since we were both done. But that didn’t happen. I didn’t want him out of me. I wanted him to stay. To get hard again. To do it all over again.

  Because…

  Fuck.

  It was just that good.

  If Wes fought half as good as he fucked, it was no wonder he was one of the best around.

  When he did pull out of me, my body gushed and tingled to the point where I grabbed the sheets and just stayed there. I felt like I was floating, warmth all around. My toes curled and I bit my lip, trying to resist the urge to moan again. It had been such a long time since anyone touched me. Or tasted me.

  That alone was worth the risk of stealing a car to come to the cabin.

  That’s when all the reality came crashing back down.

  Luke. Macie. Murder. Aside from being inside, there was too much about Wes I didn’t know that I could even trust.

  Wes put his jeans on but left his shirt off. That was completely unfair to have to stare at muscle like that. Chiseled through years of fighting. Taking punches. Handing out punches. The toughness of a life that I couldn’t possibly imagine living.

  He stood there with his back to me. There were hints of sweat.

  It kept turning me on more and more.

  “You can get dressed,” he whispered.

  “Yeah, right,” I said.

  I grabbed my clothes from the floor and slowly put myself back together. As I clipped my bra, I watched Wes. He looked like he did the night of the fight. Standing there with his hands balled into fists. His long hair sweaty. His shoulders a mile wide like he was ready to turn and strike.

  I put my shirt on and then just stood there.

  My heart was still racing from the amazing sex. My body was still on fire as I looked at Wes. My mind was somewhere else. Wondering what else was going to come bursting through the thin seams of my life and fuck everything up.

  “Wes…”

  “I’m sorry about your friend,” he whispered.

  He glanced over his shoulder for a second and then walked to the bedroom door. He left the room and I stood there, listening to the sound of the back door opening and shutting.

  Everything felt wrong. Yet everything felt damn good.

  I went after Wes though. I couldn’t mess around anymore. Either I was going to crack Wes a little or I was going to take Macie’s car and make another run for it. Luckily for me Macie didn’t have any real family or anything. She had come from a rough life and lucked out by sleeping with men with money to boost her own image. Even still - it was a murder and I was going to be tied to it.

  That’s how Luke wanted it. So I would go running to him for help, again.

  Just like t
he last time.

  Wes stood outside and looked like the hottest dream ever. The white moonlight shined down on the back deck. His dark hair came down to his shoulders and the perfect muscles of his back were like the ripples of lake if there was a wind storm.

  I took my chances and went outside.

  “Wes…”

  “Aton was shot,” he said. “He’s barely hanging on right now.”

  “What?”

  “You fucking heard me, sweetie.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Me too,” Wes said. “Me too.”

  “Do you know who did it?”

  “I have an idea.”

  Luke. The assassin. My goddamn brother.

  “Wes, I know nothing about it all,” I said. “I need you to believe that. If I knew anything, I’d tell you.”

  Wes finally turned around. His eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight. “Why? Why would you tell me?”

  “Because…”

  Why? Why, Rose?

  “Exactly,” he said. “Why the fuck did you come here?”

  “To catch my breath,” I said. “I have a dead woman’s car out there. And the cops are going to find her body. They’re going to look for her car. And I’m going to end up in fucking jail.”

  “Can your brother kill you from there?” Wes asked, curling his lip.

  “Fuck you, asshole.”

  “I already fucked you, sweetie. Nice and tight, the way I like it. Now I can figure out how to save my ass.”

  The anger crushed me in a heartbeat. I spit at Wes. I literally hocked and spit at him. It was not as dramatic as it looked in the movies. I barely had any spit and I could barely see it on his chest.

  So I slapped him. Right across the face.

  Then I turned and ran back into the cabin. I scrambled to find the keys to Macie’s car. They weren’t in my pocket where I shoved them. I was back in the bedroom. On my hands and knees, looking under the bed.

  “You ready for it again?”

  I looked over my shoulder, realizing my ass was stuck up in the air. “I hate you.”

  Wes stepped into the room and slammed the door. “You have no reason to trust me, Rose. And I have no reason to trust you. Let’s talk about what we know. Your brother killed my brother. You brother killed someone you know. Someone shot Aton.”

  “You think Luke did it,” I said.

  “I don’t know what to think. I am… I’m kind of happy that you’re here. I hope you’re not fucking with me on all this.”

  I found Macie’s keys under the bed and then stood up. I opened my arms. “Look at me. I have nowhere else to go, Wes. He’s ruined my life. He’s controlled me. He’s hit me. I should have never gone with you to see Aton. I should have never gone along with the marriage thing. I should have never come to this cabin the first time with you. It cost my friend her life. That was a clear message from Luke.”

  “And I took a bullet for you,” Wes said. He touched his still wounded shoulder. “Don’t forget that.”

  “You were going to kill me,” I said. I stepped toward Wes.

  He stepped toward me, hands balled into fists again. “I was not going to fucking kill you. I came to check on you. To help you.”

  “After you were part of trying to kill me.”

  “I didn’t touch a thing. Other than your picture. Which kept you alive.”

  “Your boss put a bomb in my car.”

  We kept stepping toward each other. We were an inch apart. Oh God, I wanted to hit him again. So badly.

  “My boss did not put a bomb in your car,” Wes said. “Tommy did.”

  “You asshole.”

  “Going to hit me again, sweetie?”

  I grabbed at his face. A second later our lips were touching.

  Fuck… no…

  Another second later, a bullet came through the window.

  ~

  I heard a ping and something shatter. Then Wes was on top of me. He swept his leg to mine and had me pinned on the floor. We were just an inch apart.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “Thought you didn’t have a tail?”

  “I thought…”

  “Doesn’t matter. Are you hurt?”

  “No,” I said.

  But I kind of was. I was hurt that we weren’t kissing again. I wanted to keep kissing Wes. I liked the explosion of tension. Fuck, it turned me on so much.

  Wes pushed from me and stood up. I sat up and looked to the window above the bed. There was a small hole and cracks all around. The bullet had hit the wall.

  Someone was out back, trying to attack us.

  “Fuck!” Wes yelled. “You’re fucking bleeding everywhere!” I looked at him and he put a finger to his mouth. “Please! Hold on for me, Rose! Don’t let go!”

  Wes backed up to the open bedroom door.

  He then motioned to me to watch the door.

  He mouthed, From the back door!

  Then he made a fist.

  Christ, it was just like watching him in my apartment.

  We waited.

  Second after second.

  They clung like minutes.

  There wasn’t a damn sound.

  Wes then came forward and dropped to his knees. “Listen to me. You go into the closet and stay there. I’ll come get you.”

  “What are you doing?” I whispered.

  “I have to find out who it is.”

  “What if it’s Luke?”

  “I’ll kill him.”

  “You can’t…”

  Wes gritted his teeth. “Just stay fucking here.”

  “Okay,” I whispered. “Okay, fine. Go. Good luck.”

  “Good luck? Yeah, thanks.”

  Wes crept out of the bedroom.

  I slowly kicked myself back to the closet door. I opened it and took a shaky breath. I just wanted to kiss Wes a little. Was that so bad?

  I moved to the closet and started to pull it shut.

  That’s when the gun went off again.

  20.

  (Wes)

  I had no fucking clue what I was trying to do or prove. Christ. I was a fighter. I was used to going toe to toe with people. I didn’t do sneak attacks. But here I was, opening and shutting the back door without making a sound. Crouching down and walking across the deck as slow as I could.

  I made it to the steps and then saw something glow.

  The tip of a cigarette.

  The fucking guy was out here smoking.

  How stupid could he be?

  I watched the glow of the cigarette and worked my way toward it. I should have put a damn shirt on because the low hanging branches grabbed at my skin, slicing at me. It was like nature was warning me to get the fuck out of there. To maybe just leave Rose in the closet and go find another way.

  But I couldn’t do that to her. It made no goddamn sense. Her family was the reason I lost Shane. Yet she was the innocent one in it all. If she was telling the truth.

  When I got close enough I could see the guy standing there. A rifle in his hand. He must have been watching us in the bedroom. Maybe even listening to us. Arguing, stepping closer to one another, lining up his kill shot… but luckily missing me and Rose.

  I paused and thought about what to do. I wasn’t sure if this guy was alone or what the hell was going on. Or who he was. Or who he was with. One thing was for sure - he tried to kill Rose. That wasn’t going to stand with me.

  I lunged forward and put my shoulder into the middle of his back. My arms wrapped around his body and I had him. As we went down to the ground, the gun went off but fell out of his hands. I grabbed the weapon and tossed it away, just to make sure he couldn’t get it.

  The guy yelled and tried to thrash. I was bigger, stronger, and he had no idea what to do. I brought a fist down to the back of his head. Then another, and another. That’s when he started to calm down. I moved from him and dragged him out of the trees to the moonlight.

  “Do you have any other guns on you?” I asked.

  “Fuck you,�
�� he spat.

  I sat him against a tree and punched him in the mouth. He fell to the side, holding his mouth, groaning. His hands shot out and he tried to get away. What the hell did he think? That he was going to just crawl away?

  I found the gun and lifted it. I pointed it at the guy and whistled. When he looked at me and saw the gun, his eyes went wide and he froze for good.

  “Hands up and stand the fuck up,” I said.

  “Okay, okay, man. Don’t shoot.”

  The guy climbed to his feet. I definitely didn’t know who he was. I thought about getting Rose, but she didn’t need to see what I planned on doing with this asshole.

  He put his hands up. “Look. I’m listening.”

  “Who are you?”

  “I can’t tell you that.”

  “Do you have any other weapons?”

  “No.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “I don’t care,” he said.

  “Strip then.”

  “Fuck yourself.”

  I raised the rifle and pulled the trigger. Its shot thundered all around. I pointed the gun at the guy. “Next one goes through your skull.”

  “Okay, fuck,” the guy said. “Fuck.”

  He stripped down to a white pair of boxers. The front was stained with what I assumed to be piss. He probably pissed himself when I tackled.

  “Look, I was hired,” he said. “I don’t know who you are…”

  “Yes you do. Who fucking hired you?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not, man.”

  “Was it Luke?”

  “I don’t know who Luke is,” he said. “He was a thick guy. Tan skin. Clean cut. He looked stressed and tired. Said you were a bad guy and needed to go. I didn’t know you were with someone in the room. Thought I could get a quick shot.”