Fighting Love

by Marysol James

  Reena was slowly losing the capability for rational thought, or any thought, really. She was vibrating with pleasure, her whole body jumping and convulsing as Mitch buried his face between her legs, his tongue doing incredible things to her. She was just feeling now, letting herself just take the pleasure he was so freely giving her. Her back arched as the wave of ecstasy built and rose; she was almost sobbing with the need to come.

  Mitch slowly ran his tongue over her hard knot again, felt her whole body tense. His one hand gripped her hips, holding her in place, and with the other, he slid a thick finger inside her, pumping and plunging. She writhed on him and gave a cry, clinging to the headboard tightly. He moved his finger deeper and sucked on her clit at the same time and Reena made a sound that she’d never heard come out of her mouth before: a kind of keening whimper. Her pussy clamped on his finger, pressing and releasing and her clit swelled under his lips, expanding almost to bursting.

  “Oh, God, Mitch… you feel so good…”

  He looked up, a second finger now working inside her. “You’re close, sugar. So close to the edge. I can tell, I can feel it.”

  “I am… please…”

  “Please what?”

  “Please make me come…” She bucked as his fingers pressed on her secret spot and her whole body started to dissolve. “Please…”

  He felt Reena’s entire sweet body shaking on him, so close to orgasm, so ready to give it all to him, and all she needed was a tiny bit more pressure with his fingers and tongue. He gave it to her, his fingers reaching deep and hard, his tongue relentless on her clit as he pressed and pushed on it. And Reena exploded with a scream.

  Reena honestly thought that she was going to lose consciousness from the pure, white-hot intensity of it. She could do nothing more than hold on to that damn headboard and throw her head back, totally spread on his devouring mouth, coming and coming. She gave a final cry, a last shudder, and she collapsed forward.

  Mitch reached up and in one strong movement, he lifted her up and over, gently lowering her on to the bed next to him. He wiped his face on his pillow – loving the idea that it was going to hold on to the scent of her pussy – and pulled the bedsheets over her trembling body. He pulled her up tight against him, stroking her hair and murmuring in her ear.

  Slowly, her body stopped shaking and she relaxed next to him. He kissed the top of her head.

  “You OK, sugar?”

  “Oh, yeah. I’m more than OK.”

  He laughed. “Good to hear.” He ran his hands over her shoulders and back. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come, babe.”

  She blushed.

  “No, don’t be embarrassed. You’re the most gorgeous, delicious thing I’ve ever seen. Or tasted.”

  She blushed some more and he grinned at her.

  Reena reached up and kissed him, loving how he responded to her. He was all hot, hard strength and muscles and her pussy fluttered again. She couldn’t believe that she wanted him again so soon, but she did and he knew it instantly.

  “I have some condoms, babe. Should I get one?”

  “Yes,” she said. “But let me touch you first, OK?”

  Reena reached down between their bodies. He growled as her small hand closed around his huge cock, moving up and down slowly, then faster. She circled the tip, felt the salty wetness there, and she rubbed it around and around, then down again. He groaned, pulled her hand away.

  “Not like that. I want the first time that I come with you to be inside that sweet pussy.” He opened the drawer of the bedside table, fumbling and clumsy with the need to make love to her now. He somehow got the damn condom open and on, and then he reached for her again. She came to him eagerly, willingly, wanting him just as much as he did her.

  Mitch rolled over on top of her carefully, bracing his weight on one forearm. With his other hand, he touched Reena’s drenched lower lips, spreading them for his entry. She cried out as a sudden wave washed over her, and she realized that she was so turned on by him, she was ready to come again.

  He pressed the tip of his cock to her slick channel and she closed her eyes at how it felt for him to be right there, right against her. Mitch kissed her as he pushed inside her, his tongue probing her mouth and his cock probing her hot centre, and without any warning, Reena climaxed again.

  Her fingers dug in to his back and she held on to him, shuddering and gasping, unable to believe that she was actually coming again so soon. It had never happened to her before, that she had an orgasm at a man’s mere touch, but Mitch seemed to have that effect on her.

  He fucking loved it. He stayed totally still, just a few inches inside her, and watched her beautiful face. She was the hottest, most incredible thing he’d ever seen; she was a little miracle here in his arms, in his bed, and she was all his.

  Reena’s body still shook with small aftershocks and she opened her eyes, stunned. “Oh, my God,” she said. “I’ve never – oh, my God.”

  Mitch stroked her tumbled hair off her flushed cheeks. “That? Was fucking amazing.”

  She gave a broken laugh.

  “You alright for me to keep going, sugar?” he said. “Are you too sensitive?”

  “I’m OK,” she whispered against his mouth. “Just… go slow. At first.”

  “OK.”

  Mitch started to rock slowly and gently, watching her to make sure it wasn’t too much, too fast. She lifted her hips to meet him as he pressed in and retreated, every entry a bit further, a bit deeper, and she was moaning as Mitch touched and stroked her in places that she didn’t even know she had hidden in her body.

  Finally, he was all the way inside her, buried to the hilt and she curled her legs around him, pulling him closer, pulling him in. He withdrew one final time, then thrust inside her as far as possible. They both cried out and he took her in his arms and lay on top of her, letting her get used to having all of him inside her.

  Reena felt a spark starting to flicker and burn in her stomach. He was just so deep, so huge, and he was panting so hard and fast in her ear, his voice so full of need and urgency as he breathed her name. They moved together, over and over, and a tantalizing friction built and built between them. Mitch started moving faster, thrusting in to the hot heart of her and her pussy muscles started to pull on him, hard and steady.

  He fought to hold off his own orgasm, wanting her to come again before he did. Almost crazed by her moans and movements, he slammed in to her as hard and fast as he could, and she writhed under him, wild and abandoned.

  “Mitch…oh, God. I’m coming… now… now.”

  He angled her hips to hit that sweet spot over and over again, and she gave a small shriek as she rode the longest, hardest orgasm of her life. The look on her face set him off, and he gave one last thrust before releasing inside her in helpless, throbbing bursts. His face was buried in her shoulder, his mouth open and hot as he panted against her throat, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

  Exhausted, spent, Mitch raised his head and looked in to her eyes. He kissed her gently, still inside her, never wanting to move again. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up and down his muscled back, not wanting to be anywhere but where she was right at that moment.

  “You’re incredible,” he said. “My whole body thinks so.”

  She laughed. “My body thinks you’re pretty incredible yourself.”

  “Hmmmm,” he said, running a large hand down her thigh. “Yeah, I noticed.”

  They made love twice more before Mitch finally let her collapse and crash in to sleep somewhere around three o’clock. He held her in his arms, her long hair spread across his chest, and just felt the happiness wash over him. She was every single thing that he had never allowed himself to want or wish for; he didn’t even know that he’d wanted or wished for her until she walked in to his life and turned it all upside down on him.

  I never thought she’d be here like this, naked in my arms, in my bed. What have I done to deserve this woman? Whatever it is, I have to make sure t
hat I keep doing it. Anything to keep her, I swear.

  Mitch took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Sleep came hard and fast, and his dreams were sweet.

  **

  The next morning, Mitch lay on his side, drifting in and out of sleep and watching Reena’s peaceful face. It was Sunday, thank God, and he didn’t have to train today. He was very much looking forward to spending the whole day in his bed with her, making love to her until she screamed.

  Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated on the table next to him. He started, looked at the clock. Who the fuck is calling me at eight o’clock on a Sunday? But then he saw the number and his face darkened. He picked up but didn’t say anything. Mitch got out of bed fast and grabbed his boxers from the floor, left the room, half-closed the door behind him.

  “Kirk?” he said. “What?”

  “Well, good morning to you too,” Kirk said. “Is that any fucking way to answer the phone? Your mama never taught you any manners?”

  Mitch took a deep breath. Remember who you’re dealing with here, man. This guy can hurt every single person you care about. At the thought, he glanced back at the bedroom door.

  “Sorry, Kirk. I was sleeping and not really with it. How you doing?”

  “Good. I heard you want to come and see me?”

  “Yeah. I want to pay the debt in full.”

  Kirk Jensen paused at that. Not much surprised him, but Mitch Corrigan had done, and more than once. “In full?”

  “Yeah. So when can I drop by this week?”

  Kirk scratched his chin. “Thursday night? Ten o’clock?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  “OK. I want to talk to you about something, anyway.”

  “Sure.”

  “Thursday, then.”

  “Bye.”

  Mitch disconnected and turned to see Reena standing in the doorway of his bedroom. She was wrapped in a bedsheet and so beautiful in the morning sun, his breath caught in his chest.

  “Reena,” he said. “I’m sorry that call woke you up.”

  She shook her head, holding his eyes. “It’s OK.” She hesitated. “You’re going to pay off the debt in full? This week?”

  Fuck. She heard everything.

  He held out his arms and she walked right in to them like she belonged there. “Yeah, babe. I’ll settle my sister’s debt, and then I’ll figure out how to get myself out of the ring. First things first.”

  “Will you tell me about it now? About the debt?”

  “I will.” He kissed her forehead, liking being able to trust someone. It had been a long time since he’d done that completely. “Come on.”

  They climbed back in to his bed. Mitch plumped up his pillow to rest against the headboard and leaned back on it; he pulled Reena up on his side and she curled in to him like a warm little cat. She propped her head up on his chest, her hand under her chin. Those clear blue eyes gazed up at him, patient and already understanding.

  “So, the debt.” Mitch sighed. “Long, sad story, but I’ll give you the CliffsNotes version, OK?”

  “OK.”

  “Two years ago, my sister Bridget was raped.”

  Reena froze. “Oh, God…”

  “In Roxbury, everybody knows everything about everyone else, so there was no doubt that it happened or who did it. But the police weren’t all that interested in helping her – Bridget got pregnant when she was fifteen, so she’s been marked a whore for life – and they said that she’d probably been asking for it somehow. One cop said right to her smashed-in face that he doubted that an assault had even happened… that Bridget just wanted to cry rape and get a quick payday. One social worker said she was probably a prostitute whose trick had gone wrong, and then started making noise about taking Bridget’s daughter Melissa away. That shut Bridget up pretty fast, I can tell you.”

  Reena swallowed hard.

  Mitch stroked her hair. “That’s why I understood why you were so scared to file that police report, sugar. I know what people can say and do to shame and silence a woman who’s been attacked. I saw it with my own two eyes.”

  She nodded.

  “Anyway, Bridget went to a guy named Al in our local pub and asked him to find someone who’d beat the crap out of her rapist. They struck a deal, and Bridget’s attacker got the beating of his life.”

  “He died?” Reena asked.

  “No. Almost. He’s in a wheelchair.”

  She gasped.

  “And then Bridget was on the hook for his services. In this kind of deal, women have two ways to pay off that kind of huge debt – ‘cause that kind of damage to a man doesn’t come cheap. They can either sell sex or they can be drug mules. Seeing as she’d been brutally raped, hooking was out. So she agreed to mule for Al.”

  “No,” Reena whispered. “So dangerous.”

  “I know it. When I heard about it, I lost my mind. Asked her why the hell she hadn’t asked me to kick the guy’s ass, you know? I’d have fucking done it for free.”

  Reena ran her finger over his chest, tracing the tattoos there. “She didn’t want you going to jail for her.”

  He paused. “Exactly what she said. Said she didn’t want her big brother losing his boxing career over a piece of human garbage like that. That’s why she contracted it out. The guy who did the job skipped town, never to be seen again.”

  Reena sighed. “Yeah.”

  “So I went to Al and offered to pay for the services provided myself. We went back and forth about it for a few days, but we worked out a payment plan.” Mitch’s eyes glittered. “Bridget was free and clear and out of the drug stuff. I took the debt. I’ve been paying it ever since, and that’s meant living as cheap as possible while making decent, but not great, money. Pretty much everything I’ve ever made has gone to the debt, and to help my family. But I’m almost out. Almost free.”

  “This week you pay the balance?”

  “And probably a bit more, knowing Kirk.”

  “I thought his name was Al.”

  “They’re partners, babe. Half-brothers, as a matter of fact. Kirk is based here, Al is back in Boston, and they’re bad fucking news, let me tell you. When Adam and Nick offered me the contract at The Rock, Kirk agreed to take things over with me. And since I’d fought for Al back home, Kirk made me the same offer.” Mitch shrugged. “I agreed to the underground stuff for the quick cash. But now I want to just fight for The Rock. And I want to be with you.”

  She was quiet, not looking at him. Mitch felt a cold wave moved through his chest.

  Oh, fuck. She just got one hell of a crash course on my life, didn’t she? My criminal and underground connections, my backroom deals. She must be so disgusted.

  “Reena? Are you – has this changed your mind? About me?”

  She looked up at him. “About you?”

  “About being with me? Are we OK, or do you think I’m some low-life thug and criminal?”

  “God, no. I don’t think that.” She reached up and touched his face and Mitch closed his eyes in relief. “Never, Mitch. You’re a good man, and what you did for Bridget just shows that. You saved her from God-knows-what kind of situations and people, right? What you did has made me love you more.”

  He opened his eyes and stared at her. “Love me?”

  “Yeah.” She smiled at the shock in his green eyes. “Sorry, was that too fast?”

  “Jesus Christ, sugar. Not nearly fast enough… I’ve wanted to hear that from you for weeks.”

  She cocked her head at him. “You have?”

  “I have. And…” He swallowed. “I’ve wanted to tell you the same thing. That I love you.”

  “Then I’d say that we’re fine, Mitch.” She crawled up his large frame and kissed him. Right away, his cock hardened and he groaned as her warm centre pressed down on him. She raised her eyebrows and started to rub herself against him. “Hmmm. I’d say we’re actually more than fine. Wouldn’t you?”

  He growled and flipped her under him.

  Chapter Eight


  Kirk Jensen narrowed his eyes as Mitch handed over a huge stack of cash. “How’d you manage to pull it together so fast, Corrigan?”

  Mitch met his stare. “My first quarterly sponsorship payment came through. So if you take in to account this, plus the smaller payments I’ve been making on the interest these past three months, I figure the debt’s paid off and we’re square.”

  Kirk leaned back. “Well. Bridget is square with Al.”

  “Yeah. She is.”

  “But you’re not square. Not with me.”

  Mitch smiled grimly. “I thought you might say that.” He pulled out another stack of cash and set it next to the first one. “Will that do it?”

  Kirk waved his hand. “I don’t want your money.”

  Mitch leaned back too. “So what do you want?”

  “You, man. I want to keep you in my stable.”

  “Why?” Mitch said. “You’ve got plenty of guys – younger, hungrier fighters – to throw in the ring. Why me?”

  “You’re a money-maker, Corrigan. The crowds love you.”

  “Well, I’m glad to be so popular. But I want out now.”

  “It’s not that fucking easy, and you know it.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Mitch steeled himself to start negotiating. Not that he had much leverage with Kirk Jensen; nobody did. “So. What do I have to do to get out from under?”

  Kirk smiled. “You’re gonna love this, man. I swear.”

  I highly doubt it. “Go on.”

  “One fight. One last one. Win or lose, I don’t give a fuck. All you gotta do is show up and fight. After that, you’re out. For good.”

  Mitch surveyed the other man across the desk. Kirk was a murderer and a pimp and a drug dealer, but – oddly enough – the man wasn’t a liar. Mitch knew for a fact that if he said something or made a deal, he could be held to his word. If he told Mitch that he’d be free after this fight, then he would be.