Worth The Fight (Worth It Series Book 1)

by Breanna Mansfield

  “Now that’s another place that’s mine that he took. First, my home town. I didn’t give a shit about that place, but it still was mine. Then my house, the hotel, and finally my job. What’s next?” She let out a deep sigh and ran her hand though those red locks. “I understand if you don’t want me to stay here. I can find somewhere else. I just. . .” She looked at the ceiling with her eyes trying to stay strong in front of me. “If something happened to you because of me,” she whispered. She shook her head when I started to shake mine. I cupped her face with my hands, but before I spoke she said, “I don’t know why, but you already feel so important to me. It’s crazy, it’s wild, it’s silly, but I will not be your downfall. I can’t do that. I won’t do it.” She was still shaking her head.

  “Shh, baby girl. You won’t be. I promise you, I can handle this, I will protect you. You’re not alone in your feelings, baby. I’m right here with you. I. Am. Right. Here. With. You. Let me take care of you. Let me help you. Let me in, Bridget.” Her tears finally fell. She leaned her face into my hands and looked right in my eyes and nodded. “That’s my girl. What do you say we pack our clothes and head to Savannah tonight? My mom has a huge cabin and she has a guest house we can stay in. She’s been dying to be able to use it since me and my brother built it for her a couple months back.”

  “Okay. I don’t know what I did to deserve your help. I really don’t.”

  Her phone dinged right then and she got up to pick it up off the table.

  “It’s just a text from my best friend,” she said “Oh crap. I forgot about that. Whew.” She sagged a bit after saying that.

  “What’s that, baby?” I asked her.

  “My best friend was supposed to be moving here today. But she just texted me and said her brother got into a car accident, so she’s going to stay behind to help him. He’s okay, but he broke his leg. And they are pretty close too. So she’s not coming until next month most likely. But that’s a good thing, I didn’t want her out here with all this bullshit,” she ended on a sigh.

  “Well, let’s get our things and get out of here. I’ll call Frank,” I kissed her on the forehead and lead her up to the room to get the bags Frank put up there.

  We walked into my room and her brow furrowed.

  “I thought we were going to a spare room?” she asked

  “No, if I know Frank, he brought your things up to my room. He doesn’t like the idea of picking rooms out for anyone. He once placed my mother next door to my brother, and man,” I chuckled. “Let’s just say, Drew wasn’t the only one up all night with a reason to scream.”

  She started laughing, and my lord. Her laughter was music to my ears. As much as I vowed to protect her, I also vowed right now, right here, to make her laugh more.

  I was just standing there smiling at her. I needed to touch her. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. She immediately melted into my embrace. I love her response to me. Hell, I nearly craved it. The little parts of affection to the parts of passion. I wanted her bad, but I didn’t want to take her here. Or this soon.

  I leaned down and guided her mouth to mine. I went slow so she knew my intention before I made it. There was no hesitance in her gaze, so as soft as I could muster I brushed my lips against hers. It was a comforting embrace, but also one to show her that I cared about her. She reached up and tangled her fingers in my hair. When she rubbed that perfect body against mine I nearly growled.

  I licked the seam of her lips just to get a taste; she opened right up for me. She pushed her tongue in my mouth meeting me half way. When her hand tightened in my hair and mixed with the little taste of her, something snapped. I didn’t want to take her here, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have her screaming my name another way.

  Chapter Eleven

  I could kiss this man for the rest of my life. I’m not sure what possessed me to thrust my tongue into his mouth with the need of a mad woman, but tender peck kisses will never be enough for me when it comes to Aaron. But, then again, who am I kidding? I am a mad woman. He walks us back until the backside of my knees hit the bed. I am guided backwards until I’m lying flat and he comes down on top of me, my legs still hanging off the end. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. He’s locked on his elbows keeping his weight above me, not on me. Our eyes lock and I feel like we are connected on another level right now. My breaths are coming out rapid and I’m screaming in my head, wanting this man to touch me. He moves his hand down my side, over my loose sweater that has ridden up a bit on the side, and slides his hand underneath it. He rubs small circles on my skin with his thumbs.

  “So soft. So beautiful. Let me take care of you, baby girl,” he whispers to me.

  I want to scream finally, but I don’t think I’d be able to speak if I opened my mouth right now, so I only nod my head.

  He leans up and guides my shirt over my head. I’ve never been self-conscious when I was with men before, but now that I’m exposed to this man I am instantly aware of all of my flaws.

  His eyes darken as they rake over my exposed body, and I immediately forget about any flaws I might have had. His hand comes up to cup my boob through my thin lace bra. His thumb skims over my nipple after he pulled the cup down and I cry out. I’m so revved up for him, I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out.

  “So responsive,” he says as he leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth. He runs his tongue over it, and then he clamps it between his teeth. I arch my back and let out a loud moan. My hand goes to his hair and I pull him down to me, harder.

  He chuckles and moves his attention to my other boob. He pulls the cup down and then blows on my nipple and watches it pucker.

  “Please Aaron.” I need him. I need something. My body is going to burst into flames at any point.

  “Patience, baby girl. This is only for you. Let me take care of your needs.”

  He runs his lips down my stomach and leaves goose bumps in his wake. I arch into him while putting my hand on his face.

  He lifts his head and has a devilish look in his eyes.

  “Put your hands above your head and keep them there. Or else I start all over again. I love it when you have those glorious hands all over me, but this is about you right now. And those hands make me want to push it farther.”

  “But I want you,” I whisper. Knowing damn well how needy I sound, but not giving two shits about it.

  “I know, baby. Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to sink my cock in you, but not now. Not with this shit going on, hanging over your head. This is me taking care of you. Hands up.”

  “Fine,” I say with a little pout and put my hands over my head on the bed.

  “That’s better,” he says before running his nose down the middle of my stomach.

  I gripped the comforter I was laying atop. It was going to be hell trying not to touch him. His hands gripped my thighs and I felt his hot breath through my jeans on the spot I needed him to touch. He undid the button to my jeans and pulled them, along with my lace underwear, down my legs slowly making my skin feel like fire, wanting to be touched.

  “I could never get tired of seeing you laid out like this, waiting for me.”

  I swallowed and looked at him with hooded eyes.

  He kissed up my inner leg, to the crease of my thigh, then started the same process on my other leg. I desperately wanted to reach for his head and shove it where I wanted it. But didn’t want the torture of him starting all over again. So I rolled my hips letting him know I needed him.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  He slid a finger inside and I cried out. Oh sweet Jesus, I needed him. More of him. All of him.

  “Ready for me already. So wet,” he ended on a groan.

  “Please,” I begged. I don’t know what I was begging for, but damn I was wound up. He leaned up and kissed me with so much vigor I knew he was as wound as me.

  “Let me touch you, please.”

  I lowered my hand and cupped him. As I rubbed him through
his jeans he dropped his face to my neck and groaned. It was music to my ears knowing I could affect a man like him. His hands began to move and he inserted another finger into me, stretching me and making me crave all of him. I reached my other hand to him and unbuttoned his jeans. He stopped touching me long enough to help me get his pants down enough to grab his length and take a deep stroke of him.

  “Shit, this isn’t what I planned, but don’t stop, baby girl,” he ground out.

  Oh I wouldn’t have dreamed to stop. I would punch anyone that dared to try and make me stop.

  As I squeezed him in my fist and pumped him, he started to thrust his fingers back inside of me, his thumb reached around and rubbed my clit in union making everything in me start to tingle. I sucked in a deep breath, tilted my hips up, and tightened my grip on his cock as I fell off the cliff of ecstasy. He kept rubbing my clit, drawing out my orgasm, as I pumped him faster, wanting him to ride the high with me. After two more strokes he lifted above me, and with a loud groan, shot hot jets of warmth all over my stomach.

  Our breath was ragged as we laid there soaking up the post-orgasm bliss. My fingers were tangled in is hair, and his face laid on my neck.

  He lifted his head and kissed me on the forehead with such tenderness. I’m pretty sure I just sighed out loud.

  “Wanna go shower while I pack up, and we will hit the road? I want to get you out of here,” he asks while putting my hair behind my ears. His eyes are so tender, my heart attached just a little more.

  “Sure, I won’t take long,” I reply.

  He leans up and kisses me, thrusting his tongue in deep and ending with a smack to my lips. Such a tease.

  He grabs my hand and pulls me up off the bed, and leads me to the bathroom in his room. He reaches for the light switch, and the girly side of me squeals. This is the bathroom that dreams are made of. There are his and her sinks, with little storage cabinets set up as the vanity. The lights are the bright ones that ring around the mirror for perfect makeup application. The end of the bathroom had a huge tub that easily sat four people. Looks like it had jets, too. It was a dark grey marble built right into the three walls, and had one open side where you step into it. Across from the his and her sinks was a beautiful glass shower. It was big enough for four people comfortably. It had six shower heads that I could see. There were two in the ceiling, like a rain fall on each side, two heads where the normal one would be, then there were two more in the wall that sprayed down the side of your body.

  “This is amazing,” I say on a breath. Seriously the perfect bathroom. “I may never leave here. Could you just slip me food under the door every now and then?”

  He reaches in the shower and turns it on, then turns and faces me. His smile lights up his face as he comes to me and runs his fingers through my hair and tilts my face up.

  “Don’t worry, the bathroom at the ranch is just as nice. Clean up so I can get you to myself for a while.” He kisses me again, and it makes me melt into his embrace.

  “I have to stop kissing you, or else you won’t be alone in that shower, and we need to get out of here.”

  “Mmhmm. . .” I trail off while resting my head on his chest. He kisses me on the forehead again, and slaps my ass.

  “Shower baby girl, and I’ll be ready to head out when you’re done.”

  “Okay, leave me something to wear, please.”

  He walks out of the bathroom and I get under the hot spray and groan. This bathroom is heaven. I can’t wait to come back here.

  Shit. Where did that thought come from? Who am I kidding, my heart is getting attached with each kiss to my forehead. I’m good and fucked to think I’ll walk out of this unscathed.

  Chapter Twelve

  I heard her get into the shower as I walked away to grab my phone. I dialed the number I needed and held the phone to my ear. I grabbed the duffle bags and threw them over my shoulder and headed to the car. I pulled out some yoga pants and a sweater that hung off her shoulder and threw them on the bed. I loved seeing her skin. I was getting ready to hang up when I heard someone pick up the phone.

  “Harrison. I was wondering when you were gonna call me back. I don’t like being ignored. You know that,” he answers.

  “You weren’t being ignored. Also, you know I’m not one of your assholes who falls in line, so you know I won’t listen to you talk to me that way. So I’d keep your tongue light friend. Don’t forget, we have a common problem here,” I remind him.

  “Aah, yes, my apologies, it’s been a rough day. Don’t hold my shortness with you against me Aaron. Do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?”

  “Give me the bad news first. Maybe the good news will soften the blow.”

  “Well, the bad news is someone on the Carrollview PD is in his pocket. Just as you suspected, we have seen two uniforms leave Brandon’s clubhouse twice each day the past few days. So I’m not sure what they are up to in there, but something ain’t right. We have PD on our payroll as well, and when I called my guys they said that they were not sure who the uniforms were when I described them to ’em on the phone. So they will be stopping by in the next day or so to look at the footage we got,” he says.

  “Jesus Christ, Chris. Do you know how fucking annoying this will get if they have PD on their payroll? The fucking station will be divided, and then people will lose their shit on each other. Keep me posted on that. Because if I have to, and I’ll pay ’em more. If that’s what it fucking takes,” I sigh out loud while listening to make sure the shower water is still running. “What’s the good news? Because I can’t talk long, I have company.”

  “My friend finally has a lady over? That’s awesome because maybe you won’t be such an asshole the next time we talk,” he snickers, and I have to remind myself that we were once friends, before he went big league. I couldn’t lose my temper, when he wasn’t the one it was pointed at. He’d just be an innocent bystander. For once in his life. Now it was my turn to snicker.

  “The good news is: he hasn’t taken anyone else in the last four weeks we’ve been watching him. That’s good, for the women, but it’s also kind of bad that we haven’t had a chance to tag him, if you know what I mean. I honestly have no idea what he’s been up too. There is a rumor on the streets that the fucker just made contact with someone else and is trying to negotiate a deal to start working together. I don’t know who the guy is, or what his history is. But it’s one of two things. Either the guy is some big wig, taking his time to consider working with someone, or it’s a fucking nobody who has never done it, and is scared to get in the game. Who knows at this point? It’s a lot of fucking guess here and there. No facts,” he grumbles.

  “Well, call me when you get some facts. Until then, I’ll be getting some R and R down at the ranch. If you have something small to say, just text me. Don’t call me unless it’s important. Like I said, I’m having some rest and relaxation,” I tell him just as the shower goes off.

  “Got it, bud. Have a good one, and tell that momma of yours I said hey,” he snickers. He knows damn well my momma would paddle his ass if she ever saw him again. She knows who he is now. She also knows who he was with me before.

  “I’ll make sure I do that,” I laugh and I hang up. Chris Jones is one of those guys you can go months without talking to, but if you needed him, he’d be there. I’ll make sure he is paid well enough, but I know if I didn’t have a dime, he’d still help me.

  The door to the bathroom opened up, and out walked the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I have no idea why I feel so strongly towards her already. All I know is I’m going to explore it, and I can’t wait to introduce her to my mom. And see her with my sister.

  “You look refreshed, baby girl,” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her and kiss that exposed shoulder.

  “Yes, sorry I took so long, but I was serious when I told you that I wanted to stay in there forever. But when I didn’t see any food being shoved under the door, I know I would have to leave eventual
ly,” she chuckles as she looks up at me.

  “Nope, I wanna leave and show you off to the world. So, are you ready, my lady?” I ask her.

  Her smile lights up her face, and she loops her arm through mine.

  “I like the sound of that,” she says, as her face burns red.

  I grab her hand, halting her from walking, and she turns to me with her eyes cast down. I grab her face reminding her to never shy away from me.

  “Like the sound of what, baby girl?”

  “Being your lady,” she whispers.

  “I love the sound of it. And you are mine. No one else’s. Do we have any issues with that?”

  “Are you mine, too? And only mine? Because I don’t know about you, but I don’t share. And I will walk away right now if you think I will,” she says with a stubborn hint to her voice. Her fire leaking through some more. I love it. She’s possessive.

  “All yours, baby girl. Only yours.”

  “Then only yours, too.”

  I leaned down to brush my lips across hers, but at the slight touch of her lips to mine, it wasn’t enough. I licked at the seam of her lips, and she opened wide for me. I walked her backwards and pushed her back against the wall. She moaned as her tongue met mine thrust for thrust. I grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head on the wall; then I took my other hand and lifted her leg around my hips so I could grind into her. Her moans were like fuel to my fire, and I couldn’t stop. I wanted her so fucking bad, but I didn’t want to rush this. But sweet Jesus the things she did to my manhood. I grabbed her tit and squeezed it in my palm while deepening the kiss. I felt her trying to tug her hands down, but I wasn’t letting her have her fun this time. I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, and to the exposed shoulder. I fucking loved these shirts. If I got access to her skin this easily in them, I’d buy her fucking hundreds of them. I took my finger and moved the shirt from off her shoulder to her breast. Such glorious fucking tits she had. I put my finger in the top of her bra and pulled it down, freeing her nipple. I flicked my eyes up to meet hers, and saw the hooded look of passion in them. I would never get tired of seeing her look at me that way. Never.