The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  Emily forced herself to ease away from him and lean back. “Rider… This isn’t going to work.”

  “What isn’t going to work?” He gripped her thighs tighter.

  “This.” She motioned with one hand between them. “Us. I can’t.”

  “Can’t what?”

  “Can’t let you control me anymore.” She pulled her feet up under her farther and backed away from him. “I can’t submit to you, Rider,” she whispered. “It hurts too much.”

  “Baby…”

  “Don’t.” She felt her body caving to his words. If she didn’t free herself from his clutch, she would regret it. “Did you hear a word I said the other night?”

  “I heard all the words you said. I’ve done nothing but think about every single one of them for the last week.”

  She wiggled free and got to her feet, stepping away from him and jumping off the couch. “Then you remember the last part.”

  “Of course. I can’t control how you feel.” He stood and stalked toward her as she backed away. “What if I’ve decided to accept how you feel?”

  “What does that even mean?” She ran into the wall, out of space. “I can’t let you dominate me, Rider. I’m not strong enough to disassociate. You will hurt me.”

  He closed the last few inches between them and touched her cheek with one finger. “Look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze to his, unable to deny him anything.

  “You’re mine.”

  She held her breath. What did he say?

  “You’re mine, Emily.” He stepped closer, straddling her legs with his and setting his hands on the wall on both sides of her head. “Mine, baby.” His voice dipped lower that time.

  She shook her head slowly. “Don’t say things like that.” Her voice was barely audible.

  “I was wrong. I know that now. I couldn’t sleep for the last seven days. I told myself it was because I was worried about you on a professional level. I told myself it was because you have a secret you won’t share with me. I told myself I didn’t want you anyway, that I didn’t want any woman, that you were out of my league, that you would never be able to accept me fully into your life if I did want you. I tried all sorts of things, but in the end all that was left was raw emotion and a very tired Dom.” He grinned at her.

  She stared at him, blinking.

  He set his hands on her shoulders and slid his palms down her arms until he entwined his fingers with hers. He lifted them over her head and flattened them against the wall. “I missed you.”

  She still stared, her mouth opening, but nothing coming out. She had no idea what to say. And her damn body betrayed her a little more with each passing second. She squeezed her legs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

  He kissed her forehead again. “I’m sorry.” He kissed her lips then, even though she didn’t respond. “Em, I’m sorry.”

  And then she melted. One tiny little word, a nickname that sounded so personal when he used it, and she was a goner. She licked her lips and sucked in a long deep breath.

  Rider touched her lips again, gently, watching her, holding her gaze hostage while he nibbled around her mouth.

  When she responded, it was on a long sigh that sounded more like a moan.

  Rider changed from gentle to rough in less than a second, pressing his body into hers and gripping her hands tighter against the wall. He zeroed in on her mouth and deepened his kiss, stroking her tongue with his in desperate moves that made her pussy clench and her nipples abrade against the cotton of her tank.

  While he consumed her, he released her hands, grabbed her hips, and lifted her off the ground.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist by instinct when he turned and headed toward her bedroom.

  She had no idea how he got there without seeming to look anywhere but in her eyes, but before she knew it she landed on the bed, him on top of her.

  Rider’s kiss was filled with the same desperation she felt. His teeth collided with hers. His tongue licked her everywhere. The shadow of his beard abraded her face.

  It was too much and not enough.

  He gripped her waist and yanked her tank up and over her head, breaking the kiss for less than a second to free her breasts. And then his mouth was back on hers and his hands molded her breasts hard. He nudged her legs apart with one of his and nestled his knee at her crotch.

  She couldn’t think beyond the need consuming her, threatening to overtake her entirely until all that would be left of her was a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. And she didn’t care.

  Rider released one breast and lowered his hand to cup her pussy. He groaned into her mouth and broke the suction. “God, Em. So fucking hot and wet for me.” He held her gaze while he grabbed the side of her panties and ripped them from her body. “I won’t have to worry about that pair any longer.” He didn’t smile as he spoke. He wasn’t kidding. Underwear annoyed him that much.

  And then his hand was back, covering her wet center. He didn’t test her or stroke a few fingers through her lips. She didn’t need that anyway. Instead, he plunged into her with three fingers at once.

  Emily screeched, a sharp noise that filled the room with its echo as she bucked her hips up into his touch.

  Rider fucked her hard with his fingers. His thumb landed on her clit and rubbed. There was nothing gentle about the way he forced her to heel to him. “You’re mine, Em.” His voice was stronger now. “Do you understand?”

  She didn’t break his gaze. It wasn’t allowed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lower lip.

  Rider thrust his fingers deeper and held them there, his thumb pressing into her clit with agonizing force. “Say it, Em,” he said, louder this time.

  “I’m yours, Rider. Please…”

  He released her completely and jumped from the bed. As he tore off his clothes, he kept his eyes on hers. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “Religiously?”

  “Of course…Sir.”

  “May I?” He gripped his cock with one hand and stroked it from the base to the tip like he always did when it was finally free.

  She nodded.

  “Emily, talk to me. Use words. May I please fuck you without a condom? I’m clean. I have medical records to prove it.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please, just do it.” She reached out a hand even though there was no way she could touch him from where she lay on the bed.

  “Flip over, Emily. Get on your hands and knees.”

  She struggled to get her limbs to obey, but finally managed to follow his instructions.

  He climbed back onto the bed and stroked his hands down her back until he reached her ass. He gripped the flesh there hard, molding it roughly with his palms. And then he was between her legs, forcing them open wider and lining his cock up with her entrance.

  She’d never wanted anything so bad in her entire life. She swayed toward him, pleading with her ass for him to fuck her.

  And Rider didn’t disappoint. He thrust into her so fast, he knocked the air out of her lungs. The force of his cock caused her to lean forward, away from him. But he hauled her back with his hands on her hips and pulled almost out before entering her again.

  Emily was completely consumed. All she knew was the way his cock rubbed against her channel, the feel of his fingers digging into her hips, and the noises coming from his mouth with each thrust.

  She moaned into the mattress as her arousal grew. She needed more.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Play with your clit while I fuck you.”

  She easily extricated one hand from where she gripped the sheets by her face and lowered it to stroke her needy nub.

  “So good, baby. God you’re amazing.” Rider didn’t ease up. He continued to take her with more stamina than she could imagine possible.

  Emily pinched her clit between two fingers and let it roll against her skin. She wanted to come so bad. And she was so close
.

  “That’s it, baby. Feel my cock inside you. Keep stroking yourself.” He moaned then. “Your pussy feels so damn good against my bare skin. I’m not going to last.”

  She wanted to come with him. She knew he was waiting for her, even though he didn’t say so.

  His hand joined hers, stroking around her clit, spreading her moisture. And then his touch disappeared, just as fast. A moment later she knew why when his wet fingers hit her tight hole and circled the entrance.

  She squirmed, but he held her tight with his other hand on her hip. “Let me in, Em. Relax for me. It will feel so good.”

  She heard his words and took in their meaning, knowing it would be good just like he said, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Her rear hole wasn’t accustomed to allowing entrance. It balked at the idea.

  Rider slowed his thrusts. He pressed his finger against her hole and held it there. “Trust me, Emily.”

  She did trust him. This wasn’t something of her choosing. It was her body’s reaction, not chosen by her brain.

  He increased the pressure, and she held her clit firmly with two fingers, pinching it. Suddenly she wanted him inside her so badly she released her clenched butt cheeks and loosened her muscles.

  Rider didn’t hesitate. He entered her with his thumb between one breath and the next.

  Emily stiffened once against around the intrusion.

  But when Rider increased his thrusts and stroked in and out with his thumb, her knees almost gave way. Her orgasm slammed into her so fast, she never had a chance to hold it back.

  Rider picked up his pace as she came around his cock, her pussy and her ass grasping at him, pulsing around him, working to pull him deeper. He came then, right behind her, his come filling her pussy, reminding her how good it felt to have sex without a condom.

  When he was spent, he eased her flat onto the bed, falling on top of her. His cock remained lodged inside her pussy while his thumb pulled out to make way for his torso. He kissed the side of her face, nosing her hair out of the way. “Mine.”

  She moaned. It sounded so right when he said it. It also scared the fuck out of her. He spoke as though he possessed her. And in a way he did. She couldn’t stop it from happening. But that didn’t change the fact that she was scared out of her mind about the implications.

  “Rest, baby,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.” His hands were all over her, rubbing up and down her body. He slowly pulled his cock free of her and lowered himself to her side, one leg tossed over her and one hand spread across her back.

  Emily could do nothing but concentrate on breathing. How was it that he stole her brain cells every time he fucked her like this?

  After several long minutes, Rider whispered in her ear. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get you something to drink and clean you up.” He kissed her cheek.

  She couldn’t move a muscle to confirm she understood.

  The next thing she knew he was next to her again. He gently rolled her onto her back and pressed her legs apart. A warm washcloth hit her sensitive skin, making her flinch and attempt to close her legs.

  “Shh, baby. Let me take care of you.” He held her open and continued until he was satisfied. And then he tossed the cloth to the floor and climbed up her body. He kissed her lips so reverently, she almost cried. “Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Thirsty?”

  She nodded again.

  Rider slipped to one side, grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table, and held her head up so she could take a sip.

  She felt helpless. He drained her of all ability to function when he fucked her like that. It was unnerving. “Why?”

  He set the water down as she watched his movements. When he was once again settled at her side, his limbs wrapped firmly around her, seeming to blanket her entire body, he brushed her hair from her face and smiled. “I’m not sure which of about a dozen things you’re asking about. Why did I come here? Because I couldn’t stand another minute without you. I was a jerk for insisting I didn’t need or want you. Why does your body and soul respond to me the way it does? I have no idea, but I’ll thank God every day that it does.” He leaned closer to her ear. “Why are you so worn out after I take you hard like that? Because your body needs to recover after an intense submission. It drains you. It’s totally normal.” He lowered his voice more. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”

  And then she slipped into the night…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rider stared at Emily for so long, his eyes burned. She was so beautiful at rest. Her hair spread out around her like a halo, her lips parted just enough to let deep breaths slowly work their way in and out. Her limbs relaxed so completely she didn’t seem to realize he was caressing her skin. And he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

  At some point he must have drifted into sleep himself because the next thing he knew the sun was in his eyes and he was alone in Emily’s bed.

  He blinked against the light, unable to move more than his head yet. He could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen and the smell of coffee wafted through the entire house. He needed some of that coffee so bad, it motivated him to lift his body off the mattress and sit on the edge. It was a start.

  Suddenly, Emily filled the doorframe, stopping his heart. She was gloriously naked and held a steaming cup in both hands. The smile on her face made him want to freeze frame the image for the rest of his life. When she moved, she broke into his perfect world and made it better.

  He smiled back at her. “God that smells divine.”

  “Thought you might think so.” She handed him the mug.

  “I hope you have more than this because one cup will maybe bring me to stand, but I won’t be able to leave the room.”

  “There’s a whole pot, and if that’s not enough, I can make more.” She spread her legs and straddled one of his knees, inching closer to him as he sipped the coffee. The heat of her pussy branded his thigh.

  He shifted the mug to one hand and wrapped his other around her waist, hugging her closer. “Mmm. That’s good. Bless you.”

  “You’re welcome.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead.

  “You showered.” Her hair was damp and she smelled like whatever girly soap she used.

  “You slept hard.”

  “You wore me out.”

  “You nearly killed me.” She giggled, and he loved the sound so much, his cock hardened.

  He leaned back to meet her gaze. His heart beat wildly. For the first time in his life he wanted to possess a woman as his own. This one in particular. The one staring down at him with love in her eyes.

  Finally, she broke the moment. “I have some things I need to tell you.” She eased out of his embrace, leaving him exposed.

  “Okay.”

  “In the living room.” She backed up as she spoke. He followed her every movement, her breasts jiggling with each step. “You coming?”

  He nodded and pulled himself to standing, taking another deep gulp of coffee. “I think I can walk.” He stepped forward. “Let me take a quick shower?”

  “Of course.” She left him there, turning to saunter from the room. Her scent remained, filling the air and making him take deep breaths.

  Who knew it could feel like this to give himself up to a woman’s wiles?

  Rider took a few strides to the bathroom and flipped on the shower, eager to make his way to the living room to hear what Emily had to say.

  He chuckled as he used her shampoo and soap, wondering what the guys at the gym or the station would say if they smelled him. He really should have gone to the gym, but it was already too late to avoid a ribbing from The Fight Club, even if he left now, which he had absolutely no intention of doing.

  When he was done in the bathroom, he tugged his jeans over his hips and zipped them up, but left the button hanging open. Hopefully at some point in the near future he would find a reason to kick them back off.

  Emily stood in the kitchen when he came around the corne
r. She was on her tiptoes, reaching for something on a shelf above her head. And she wore his black T-shirt.

  She took Rider’s breath away for the millionth time, her sexy legs extending out from the hem of his shirt, her glorious long curls hanging down her back.

  He approached slowly, not wanting to break the moment and spoil the view.

  She either didn’t hear him, or she chose to pretend she didn’t. Either way, he managed to slip up behind her after she’d planted her feet back on the floor. He wrapped one arm around her middle, set his mug on the counter, and nuzzled her neck. “I like you in my shirt.” He paused. “I like you better naked, but if you must wear something, this works.”

  He reached below the hem to cup her ass with his free hand. “What? No panties? Did you run out?”

  She giggled again. “Nope. Saving a few pairs back for another day. I’ll chose a day when I want to torment you mercilessly.”

  “Torment me? Woman, if I catch you wearing panties, all the tormenting will be on you.” He kissed her neck, trailing a line up to her ear until she shivered. “You liked having your ass spanked, didn’t you?”

  She sucked in a breath.

  He grinned against her neck. He didn’t need an answer. Finally, he pulled away reluctantly. “Talk to me, baby.” He stepped back.

  She took a deep breath and turned around. “Okay.” She nodded toward the living room. “Let’s sit down.”

  He motioned for her to lead the way with one hand and followed her to the couch. Emily took a similar position as she had last night when he’d arrived, tucking her legs under her and crossing her arms at her chest. This must be serious. “What is it, baby?”

  She sighed. “About six months ago my sister died. She was a drug addict. She overdosed alone in her apartment.”

  “Oh, God, baby. I’m so sorry.” He reached for her, but she held up a hand.

  “Let me get this all out. It’s hard for me.”

  He relented, setting his hand back in his lap and giving her space.

  She plowed on. “I don’t like to talk about what happened. In fact I haven’t talked to anyone except Virginia about anything related to Claire since she died. Not even my family.”