Fighting Love: The Complete Series

by Ash, Nikki

  “Charlotte.” Justin says my name and I want to punch him in the face. I attempt to step around him but I’m stopped by the two men. They grab my arms and the doctor injects something into my neck.

  “Charlotte,” Justin repeats, his voice devoid of all emotion. “You can’t go to Georgia because she’s dead. You killed our daughter.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Tristan

  It all happened in slow motion yet so damn fast. One minute, Charlie’s hand is in mine as Lexi skips along the sidewalk in front of us. The next minute, Charlie is pushing my daughter out of the way from the car backing up. Lexi falls onto her knees on the sidewalk as Charlie’s body gets pushed sideways by the car, her body falling limp, half on the driveway and half in the grass. I make it to the car only seconds after Charlie, pounding on the trunk to get the driver’s attention. It works and the car comes to an abrupt stop. I grab hold of Lexi and sit her down in the grass, and then lift Charlie up carefully and bring her into the grass, sitting us down with her in my lap.

  “Lex, are you okay?” I ask my daughter to confirm she isn’t hurt.

  “Yes, but my knees are bleeding,” Lexi says. “Is Charlie okay?”

  Charlie’s eyes are fluttering open and closed, but she’s not with us. The car was going slow, so I don’t think it hurt her physically, but mentally I think my girl has checked out.

  “Is she all right?” The elderly gentleman who was backing out comes running over.

  “What do you think?” I shout. “It’s Halloween! There’s a million kids around and you’re backing out without looking!”

  “I’m so sorry! Should I call an ambulance?”

  Before I can answer him, Charlie says, “No, I’m okay.” She sits up, her eyes darting to my daughter. I can see it in her eyes, in her face, she’s imagining what could’ve happened. The situation ending like it did for her daughter.

  “Hey.” I grab Charlie and pull her into me then grab Lexi for a group hug. “She’s okay, Charlie. You got to her in time.”

  “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” Lexi sobs, suddenly understanding the seriousness of this situation.

  “You always have to look before you walk across someone’s driveway.” I should have explained that to her. This is her first year trick-or-treating while not sitting in a wagon or stroller. She knows not to cross the road, but we live in a condominium development. I never went over the rules for looking before crossing a driveway.

  “Sir, should I call an ambulance?” the man asks again.

  “Are you hurt?” I ask Charlie, and she shakes her head.

  “No, I imagine my hip will be sore tomorrow, but I’m okay.” She’s still looking at Lexi. “Are you okay?” she asks my daughter.

  “My knees are bleeding.” Lexi pulls her legs out to show us her scraped knees, and I thank God that’s the extent of her injuries. Had the car hit Lexi, who knows what would’ve happened. She’s one-fourth the size of Charlie.

  “Here.” The man who was asking about the ambulance hands me a couple napkins.

  “Thanks.” I blot Lexi’s knees, but they really need to be cleaned properly and ointment needs to be put on them. Charlie stands, and Lexi and I follow.

  “I’m ready to go home, Daddy.” Lexi frowns, tears filling her lids.

  “Okay, how about we go home, clean up your knees, and then we can figure out which half of the candy you’re sharing with us,” I say to lighten the mood.

  Lexi groans. “I’m not giving you any. But I’ll give some to Charlie.” She attaches herself to Charlie’s side. “I’m sorry, Charlie.”

  “It’s okay, sweet girl. I’m just—” Charlie clears her throat, trying to tame down her emotions enough to speak. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” She peers down at my daughter and gives her a small watery smile.

  We get back to the condo and Lexi immediately dumps all her candy on the coffee table to check it out while I grab the first-aid kit to clean up her knees. Charlie sits on the couch, still quiet, but no longer as subdued as she was earlier. She’s interacting with Lexi. Smiling at all the right times and accepting the candy Lexi is dishing out.

  “Two pieces and then it’s bath time and then bed,” I say to my daughter. She pouts but nods. She picks out her two pieces, then grabbing the bag, runs off to her room. I’ll have to find the bag after she’s asleep to put it up high. Otherwise, she’ll finish off that entire bag of candy in twenty-four hours.

  Once Lexi has had her bath—and I’ve bandaged her scraped knees—and is in her pajamas, she calls for Charlie to say good night. “Good night, Charlie. Thank you for going trick-or-treating with us! And thank you for saving me from the car.”

  Charlie sits on the edge of Lexi’s bed and leans over, giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you for including me, and you’re welcome. Sweet dreams.”

  I give Lexi a kiss, then turn off her light, the nightlight switching on and illuminating the room. I close her door behind us and follow Charlie back out to the living room. She sits on the couch next to me, but I’m not having that. Reaching over, I grip her by her hips and pull her onto my lap.

  “Talk to me.” Charlie’s eyes close and her head falls onto my shoulder. Her arms wrap around me, and her hands hold on to my back.

  “I had a flashback from when I woke up in the hospital. From when I found out Georgia was dead.” Her breathing is heavy at first, but I can feel it slowing down.

  “Thank you for saving my little girl.” Her face is buried in my neck, but I can feel her nod her head.

  We sit here for a few minutes and I think maybe she’s fallen asleep right here on my lap when I feel her lips press up against my neck. I sit motionless, waiting to see what she will do next. A few seconds later, she’s kissing my neck again. She sits up slightly, her body rubbing against mine, and I internally groan. This time when her lips go to my neck, she sucks on my skin for a few seconds and my cock stirs.

  “Charlie…”

  She looks up at me, and her shy, almost nervous smile about kills me. “I want you,” is all she says and I lose it. My hands go to her ass, pulling her toward me. My lips crash into hers, my tongue plunging into her mouth. She tastes sweet like chocolate. Her hands go to my head as she runs her fingers roughly through the ends of my hair until she gets enough to grab a hold of.

  Without stopping our kiss, Charlie starts to grind against me, her pussy rubbing on my cock. “Oh, God,” she breathes, her mouth still on mine. Her tongue swirls around chasing mine and once it’s caught it, she sucks on it.

  Lifting her off me, I drop her onto the couch and kneel between her legs above her. Her hands move to my stubble as she holds my face to hers, kissing me like her life depends on it.

  Starting at her knee, I run my hand up her thigh slowly, her leg coming around and wrapping around me. Goose bumps prickle her skin and I chuckle softly against her mouth. Continuing upward, I stop when I get to her cotton shorts, and pull my head back slightly. My eyes lock with hers seeking permission. Charlie averts her eyes, and I move my hand from her leg to her face, my fingers gently tilting her face back to meet mine.

  “We can slow down. Just tell me what you want.”

  “It’s not that.” She frowns.

  “What is it, baby? Talk to me.” I’m in uncharted territory with this woman. The women I’m usually with are one-night stands. They come to me willing and ready and know exactly what they want.

  “It’s just that I’ve never had an orgasm…by a man. I can do it myself, but with guys…well, the two guys I’ve been with, I used to fake it. I don’t want to fake it with you. Let’s just focus on you.” What the fuck? Who the hell has this woman been with? And how did the men she was with not notice she was faking it?

  “Oh, baby.” I kiss her lips roughly before I stand. “Challenge accepted.” She looks up at me confused. “We need to move this to my bedroom. Because when I make you come, you’re going to scream, and I can’t take a chance of Lex walking out and seeing us.” Charlie�
�s eyes go wide.

  “Let’s go.” I pull her up into a standing position. Then grabbing her hand, I guide her into my room. Closing my door behind us, the only light is the outside street lamps casting a faint yellow glow through the blinds. I walk us to the edge of the bed until the backs of her legs hit the mattress.

  “Arms up.” She lifts her arms and I pull her shirt up and over her head. She is wearing a bright orange lacy bra. I bend down slightly and tug her shorts off her, revealing matching orange panties. They’re not a thong, but still sexy. “Get on the bed, baby.” She bites her lip nervously but obeys, crawling up the middle of the bed, her ass on display.

  She’s wearing tiny cheeky style panties with black glittery writing across her ass that reads: I’m not your BOO!

  I bark out a laugh. “Nice panties.”

  “Shut up,” she groans, turning over onto her back. “I forgot about them.” She shrugs. “I like to buy holiday-themed pajamas and underwear.”

  I take a moment to look at her. Her hair is splayed out across my pillow, her lips are swollen from our kissing, and her skin is slightly flushed.

  “You’re beautiful.” I crawl up the middle of the bed until I’m hovering above her. “And you look sexy as hell,” I add as I lean over her. One of my hands settles next to her head while the other pulls her bra cups down, her perky pink nipples now on display and begging to be sucked. Dropping my head to her breast, I take one of her nipples between my teeth and bite down softly at first then a bit harder. Charlie’s back arches slightly.

  “Ohhh, Tristan,” she moans. My teeth let go of her nipple and my tongue comes out to swirl around the hardened tip before I close my lips around it and suck. “Oh my God, please,” she begs. I’m tempted to make her come from nipple stimulation alone just to show her how responsive her body actually is, but the need to taste her pussy wins out, and I release her nipples and move downward. When I get to her adorable orange panties, I pull them off her, tossing them to the ground and spreading her legs.

  Lying down between her thighs, I press my nose into the small patch of neatly trimmed curls she has and inhale deeply.

  “Tristan!” she shrieks, trying to push my head away, and I chuckle.

  “Stop, baby.” I grab her hands and pin them by her sides. “Your pussy smells good. I need to taste it. If you want to do something with your hands, play with those nipples.” She looks at her hands and then at her nipples. “Go ahead, Charlie. Pinch those nipples, baby.”

  She nibbles her bottom lip, unsure. But then slowly, both her hands come up to her breasts and she pinches them. Fuck, yes. Knowing her hands are otherwise occupied, I spread her legs a little more and bring her knees up toward her chest. Her pussy is glistening with arousal and I need to taste her right this second. Pushing her thighs back a little more so her cunt is completely exposed, I lick up her slit slowly, savoring the smell and taste of this woman. When my tongue hits her clit, I stop and suck on the swollen nub. Charlie’s body shakes with need as she lets out a soft moan.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Charlie

  Tristan bites down on my clitoris and the pleasure I feel is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He bites again, a bit harder, then massages my clit with his tongue. It begins soft with light circles, then it gets rougher, and for the first time in my life, I feel something building within me... a sensation deep inside me trying to come to the surface.

  And then…Tristan’s mouth is off my body and my legs are hitting the bed. Is that it? Should I have screamed? Damn it! I knew I should’ve faked it. But before I can decide how to handle this situation, I glance up and see Tristan is kneeling in front of me, his piercing blue eyes locked with mine. His arm comes up behind him as he pulls his shirt up over his head and shucks it to the side. He backs up and gets off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, as he unbuckles his belt, undoes the button, and unzips his pants, then pushes his jeans down so he’s in only a white pair of briefs.

  And holy mother of God! The man is ripped. His chest is rock solid, his abs…there has got to be eight of them! I don’t think there’s a single ounce of fat on him. On one of his biceps, there’s a simple barbwire tattoo and down his side is the name Alexandria with a date. It must be Lexi’s full name and her birthday.

  He climbs back onto the bed, his lips trailing kisses up the inside of my thigh as he goes. The stubble from his face tickles my skin, causing me to giggle. I throw my hand over my mouth not wanting him to think I’m laughing at him, but instead of him getting mad, he looks up and smirks, laughter evident in his eyes.

  “You like the feel of my scruff between your legs?” I nod and he softly laughs before dipping back down and dragging his face up my leg until he gets back to where he was a few minutes ago. He pushes my legs back up and his tongue swipes back up my seam. Only this time, he doesn’t stop. He strokes his tongue savagely along my slit as my body begins to buck, my center grinding against his face.

  “That’s it, baby,” Tristan groans. “Come for me.” I’m afraid it won’t happen and he’ll find me to be defective, but I push the thought away as I get lost in the pleasure of his tongue, my hands going back to my breasts—pinching and pulling. My body is wound so tightly, it’s begging to let go. I feel like I’m close, and then his tongue pushes down. My head goes back, my eyes closing as my body comes completely unhinged and I come all over his tongue. My entire body shakes and I’m pretty sure I feel liquid gushing out of me. While I should be praying I’m not soaking his sheets, it all feels too good to really give a damn.

  “Fuck yes,” Tristan murmurs as I start to come down from my sexual bliss. Just as I start to peel my eyes open, I feel Tristan’s large hands push the back of my thighs up against my belly and then he’s driving into me. I gasp loudly as he stretches me. Holy shit! He’s so deep. I look up and his face is only inches from mine. He leans down and kisses me passionately, his thrusts never stopping.

  His mouth moves downward as he rains kisses all over my breasts, stopping briefly to suck on my nipples. My hands go to his hair, needing to touch him. My fingers running up and down the back of his head.

  There’s something happening… something different… deep inside of me. “Tristan,” I whisper, and he looks down at me with his lust-filled eyes, silently telling me he completely understands. Whatever is happening isn’t just sexual. It’s so much more. The connection, the closeness. I’ve never felt like this. Sex has never felt like this.

  “I know, baby. Just feel it,” he murmurs as if he can read my mind. He’s so in tune with my body, my mind, my needs. His hands are flat on the bed on either side of me, his arms hooked under my knees. His face finds the crook of my neck as he fucks me deep—so, so deep. My vaginal walls begin to tighten and then I’m coming again. My insides are pulsating, my legs are shaking as a massive orgasm overtakes me. I let out an uncontrollable moan and then Tristan’s mouth is on mine, silencing my cries. His thrusts turn frantic almost punishing as he hits a spot deep inside me, and my orgasm rolls from one into another, my body going limp beneath him.

  Tristan’s thrusts slow down and I feel his cock throbbing inside of me as he stills. He lifts his face up and kisses me one last time before he pulls out, his arms letting go of my legs. I have never in my life felt this satisfied and relaxed after sex. And simply calling it sex doesn’t feel like I’m giving what we just did justice. It was so much more. It was…everything.

  Unsure of how Tristan will react, I lie quietly, waiting to see what he does. After Justin would get off, he would roll off me, take a shower, and then spend the rest of the night in his office—that was if he stayed home afterward.

  “Stay right here, I need to throw the condom out,” Tristan murmurs into my ear before kissing my temple. Condom? How did I not see him put one on? And why didn’t I even think to make sure he was using one? Oh, that’s right! Because I was high from the amazing orgasms he was giving me.

  He lifts off me, and it’s then I notice his condom-cover
ed dick, and even now only semi-hard, it’s impressive. He follows my gaze and shoots me a knowing grin before getting off the bed and sauntering to the bathroom, his tight, muscular ass on display. Feeling exposed, I pull one of his sheets over to cover me while I wait for him to return.

  A couple minutes later he comes out of the bathroom. Pulling the sheet back off me, he separates my thighs, and using a warm washcloth, wipes between my legs before throwing it into his hamper. He drops onto his side and pulls me into him, so our fronts are touching. I’m so shocked by his display of affection, I don’t even know what to say.

  “Two or three?” he asks as his hands run down my side, landing on the swell of my butt.

  “What?” I’m confused and it’s hard to focus with his hands on my body.

  “I know for sure you had two orgasms. One by my tongue and another during sex, but that one felt like it might have turned into two.”

  My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I try to push his chest away so I can get up or hide under a blanket, but Tristan isn’t having it. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on my forehead. It’s such a small show of affection, but it means so much. It’s the first time I’ve ever cuddled in bed with a man after sex.

  Laying my head against the curve of his bicep, I snuggle closer to Tristan. His thighs part, and one of mine fits perfectly between his legs before he closes them. With his one usable arm, he runs his fingertips up and down my back. I should probably go. Lexi will be up in a few hours and I don’t want to overstay my welcome, but the comfort of Tristan’s fingers lulls me to sleep.

  Just a few minutes, I tell myself. Before my eyes completely close, I whisper, “Three.”

  I think I hear him laugh, but I’m too far gone to know for sure.

  * * *

  I wake up with the urge to go pee. Sitting up, I reach toward my nightstand to grab my phone to see what time it is, but all I get is bed. What the heck? I pry my eyes open and look around. This isn’t my bed and this isn’t my room. Then I remember I’m at Tristan’s place.