Fight Dirty

by Eva Ashwood

  The bed squeaks and groans under us as I feel a wave of pleasure rising once more. The aftershocks of my first orgasm have barely ebbed away, and already, I can feel another one on its heels. I fuck him faster, harder, my movements shifting from lifting my hips to rolling them in undulating waves that keep his cock buried so deep inside me.

  “Levi,” I moan, my mouth falling open as I fight for breath. “Fuck. Oh my god.”

  “Yeah, Mercy. Just like that.” He urges me on, one hand staying on my hip while the other comes up to tease my nipples, tweaking and tugging at them. “Just like that, baby. You look so good like this. Taking my cock like you were made for it. Can you come again for me?”

  The combination of his words and the way I’m basically grinding his dick into my sweet spot, not letting up on the constant stream of pleasure, is enough to have me right there on the edge, my entire body flushed with a tingling warmth.

  Levi pinches my nipple hard, and I nearly scream from how good it feels, sensation traveling from my chest all the way down to light a fire in my core. I grind down harder on him, the movement pressing my clit down and adding friction right where I want it.

  “Close,” I manage to say, my eyelids drooping closed.

  “Look at me,” Levi breathes back. “I want to see it.”

  There’s no way to resist him, and I snap my eyes open just as my orgasm crests to a peak. We lock gazes as I shudder my way through it, moaning his name, not giving a single shit about who might hear as the heat of my climax sears through me.

  I’m still reeling from the pleasure of it all, my head nice and fuzzy with the overload of sensation, but Levi isn’t done yet. He sits up enough that he can shift my weight back, pushing me onto my back again.

  I lie there beneath him, blinking up at his face while he smirks and then leans down to kiss me. As soon as our lips meet, he drives into me hard enough that I cry out into the kiss.

  It’s messy, teeth and tongues clashing while I hold on to him, my legs going around his waist while he fucks me without mercy.

  It’s hard and fast, and I can tell he’s getting close. I can’t come again, but it still feels so damn good, and my body is wet and pliable for him, letting him use me for his own pleasure as he chases his release.

  I arch up into each thrust, squeezing the muscles of my pussy to clench hard around him, dragging him in deeper every time he thrusts into me.

  “Goddamn, Mercy,” he groans, and I can feel the tremors in his arms where he holds himself above me. He’s close to coming apart, and I want to see it.

  I want to be the cause of it.

  His breath comes in ragged pants, ghosting across my face as he leans in close enough that our mouths are just a hair’s breadth apart. His hips keep driving forward, burying his cock inside me again and again.

  “Shit. You feel so fucking good,” he pants, kissing me again.

  I can feel the desperation in it, the way his body is coiling tighter and tighter as he gets closer to losing it. I want that. I want to see the pleasure on his face when he falls apart and know that I’m responsible for it. I want to know that he’s just as affected by how good this is as I am.

  “Come on,” I murmur against his lips, my legs tightened around his waist as I coax him in deeper. “Let me feel you. Fuck—Levi.”

  “Yeah,” he breathes back. “God, yeah. I’m so close, Mercy. I’m gonna—”

  His breath hitches on the end of that sentence, but I can feel the shudders running through him, and I know full well what he was going to say.

  His cock pistons in and out of me, slamming in deep enough that I can feel it all through my body. If I had another orgasm in me, I’d already be coming on his cock again, losing myself to how good it feels. Instead I drop my legs from around his waist so he has more room to move, and let him fuck me until he finds his climax.

  It doesn’t take long. There’s a hitch in his breathing, and he slams into me a few more times before he pulls out suddenly. My pussy clenches around nothing, clearly missing the hot thickness of him inside me, but then Levi is fisting his own cock in short strokes. I watch, eager to see him find his release, and with a muted curse he does, splattering my stomach with his cum.

  I guess I do have another orgasm in me, because a jolt of unexpected pleasure tears through me at the sight of him jerking himself off above me. It’s not as strong as my first two, but it washes through me in a rising wave, making me shudder beneath him.

  His chest heaves as he breathes through the last of his release, his cock slowly softening in his hand until he’s completely spent. A soft groan of satisfaction pours from his lips, and I can’t help the echoing noise that rises in my throat. He strokes his cock one last time, his hips jerking slightly, then buries his face in my shoulder.

  I can feel him panting, his heart racing as we both come down from the high, and it’s a damn good feeling.

  “Was that what you had in mind?” I ask, my voice a bit ragged. “When you thought about us doing this again?”

  He laughs softly. “Close enough, to be honest. Just as good as I imagined it being. Better.”

  Levi takes a few minutes to recover himself, and then he pushes back up onto his arms. For a second, I worry that he’s about to leave now that he has what he came for, but instead, he slips off the bed and goes into my bathroom, coming back out with a towel. With a little smile on his face, he starts cleaning me up, hovering over me while he wipes the cum off my stomach.

  It’s a good angle for a kiss, and when he leans down to claim one, I lean up, meeting him halfway. The warm, sated feeling of the post-sex high is already stealing over me, and it mingles with something softer.

  Something sweeter.

  Something a whole hell of a lot more dangerous.

  23

  “Fuck, that was good.”

  I say it out loud before I can stop myself, and then shrug mentally because, whatever. It’s true, and I’m pretty sure Levi knows it as well as I do.

  There’s a satisfied look on his face while he cleans his cum from my stomach, and he laughs at the declaration, tossing the towel off to the side with his clothes and flopping back down on the bed beside me.

  I didn’t realize how much I needed something like that until it happened.

  I’ve been keyed up for weeks, running on a cocktail of anxiety and stress since the last time I saw my dad, and finally I feel relaxed and sated in a way that’s more than just surface level. I feel like if I let myself, I could melt into the bed and stay here for the rest of the day.

  When Levi kisses me, I kiss him back, reaching up to thread my fingers into his hair for a second as our lips meet.

  It’s a sweet kiss, a short one that isn’t meant to lead to anything, just something to top off the amazing sex we just had. It’s easy to forget about everything else in this moment. To focus only on the way he feels against me, his lips on mine, the warmth between us as it grows and spreads out.

  When I let him go, he rolls onto his side and pulls me closer to him, tangling our legs together. His hands roam my body, stroking over my shoulders and down my back. They seem hungry, like he can’t get enough of touching me, and I certainly don’t have any complaints about it.

  We’re quiet for a bit, relaxed and still in the afterglow. I let my fingers trail down his side slowly, feeling his warm skin while I trace the dips and angles of his muscles.

  After a few minutes, he clears his throat a bit. “I know why you got so fucked up last night,” he murmurs, his voice as soft as his touch. “You were pissed. And I get why.”

  I lick my lips, surprised that he brought it up. I’m even more surprised that he claims to understand, considering how adamant he was last night that there was nothing he could do.

  I haven’t talked about my dad with any of the guys since I’ve been here. Scarlett knows what he means to me, but she’s known me for most of my life, so of course she does. Talking about it with the guys up until now has seemed… dangerous. Like if th
ey knew what it all meant to me, they would be even quicker to take it all away and make sure I never see him again.

  But I don’t know if I believe that anymore. Levi is here, his hands on me, his eyes soft, telling me he understands. And I trust him a bit more than I would have otherwise. It’s not like he’s Sloan, with his hard expression and grumpy as fuck attitude and refusal to listen to anyone.

  “It’s just…” The words come out before I can stop them, and I decide to just go with it. Maybe it’s the feeling of openness that comes after sex, or maybe it’s the connection that seems to exist between us, whether I want it to or not. Maybe I just really want to talk about my dad to someone, so I can feel closer to him. I don’t know. Either way, I keep talking.

  “It’s just that he’s all I have,” I tell Levi. “And I’m all he has. It’s just been the two of us since my mom died. He’s a good dad, and he loves me, but I know he hasn’t had it easy. He’s had to bust his ass and struggle and sacrifice for me, so I wouldn’t have to do any of those things. If I asked him for something, he tried to make sure I could have it, and he taught me everything I know about being a strong person. He never made me feel like my options were limited because I’m a girl or whatever. He just told me if I believed in myself, I could do anything. I miss him. And I hate the idea that he could be in trouble because of all of this, and there’s nothing I can do to help him. I don’t even know where he is, Levi. I don’t know if he’s okay. He called last night, and I could tell he was scared and alone, and the whole time he was just trying to make sure I was all right.”

  It all comes pouring out of me, and I realize I must have really needed to say those words for a while now. This is the longest that I’ve been away from my dad in years, the longest time I’ve gone without having him there to turn to, to talk to and laugh with.

  All of our little rituals have fallen by the wayside. Me sneaking into the locker room to cheer him on and give him a good luck pep talk. The two of us relaxing in our little living room with the sunken in couch to watch sports on the weekend, sharing plates of chicken wings and nachos between us. The jokes he used to make whenever I got dressed up to go out with Scar about how he thought he was raising a hellion not a proper lady.

  I miss all of it, and it’s been so weird to have it ripped from my life with no end to our separation in sight.

  Whatever he’s mixed up in, I have no way of knowing how it’s going to change our lives. Maybe things will never go back to normal. Maybe all those rituals and jokes are gone forever. It makes me so sad to think about it, and it must show on my face because Levi’s hands tighten on me for a second.

  He sighs and pulls one of his hands back from my hip to drag it through his hair. He looks conflicted for a second, like he’s debating with himself, but then sets his jaw. “I shouldn’t tell you this, I really shouldn’t. But… the thing with your dad is bigger than we knew at first.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, frowning.

  “We thought that he had just fucked us over by backing out of throwing the fight, but it turns out it wasn’t just because of his own pride or whatever. That would have been bad enough, you know? Fucking over the Black Roses because you’re too proud to lose one fight. Turns out, he was paid off by the Jackals and that’s what made him double-cross us.”

  I blink for a second, shocked. “What the fuck? He took bribes from both gangs? And then fucked over the Black Roses?”

  Jesus, why would he do that?

  He must have known it would be suicide. There’s no way he couldn’t have known that. And why didn’t he say anything to me about it?

  None of it makes sense, and my head is spinning all over again, trying to come up with some reason that explains why he would put himself in danger like this. What could be worth that kind of risk?

  “His match was actually a huge deal for us and the Jackals,” Levi explains. “There’s this church on the south side that’s been sort of neutral territory for a while now. One of our gangs was going to claim it, and we bet on the fight. Winner got the church. So because your dad won, the Jackals won big, and shit has been unstable between us ever since then.”

  I know Levi is giving me information I’m not supposed to have, telling me things that could get him in trouble, but all it does is leave me with more questions than I had before.

  Why Dad? Why that fight? Why would he choose to side with the Jackals, of all people?

  Did they offer him more money? But what good does more money do if you’re too dead to spend it?

  “I just don’t understand,” I mutter, shaking my head. “I didn’t know about any of this.”

  “Yeah. I figured you didn’t.” Levi grimaces slightly. “You’re just here as collateral, not because we thought you were involved in any of it. Here’s the thing, though. Right now, your dad is trapped between two gangs, which is a dangerous as fuck place to be. I’ll see what I can do about keeping him safe and trying to get him out of this mess, but I’m not sure how that’ll go. I’ll do what I can to help though.”

  His face is open and honest as he talks, and I feel warmth swelling inside me. For the first time since this mess started, I don’t feel like I’m trying to do this alone, and that’s a feeling I want to cling to.

  As if he’s the physical embodiment of hope, I cling to Levi a bit too, leaning up to kiss him again. This time it has nothing to do with wanting to fuck or coasting on the lingering feelings of arousal.

  I just kiss him because… I want to.

  Levi leaves my room eventually, heading to his own room to shower and change.

  I lie in bed alone for a little while longer, dozing on and off and thinking about all the things Levi told me. Eventually, I drag myself out of bed and into the shower to clean up. I want to wash last night off me, and standing naked under the hot water is a great reason to think about Levi’s hands on me instead of anything else, even if there is a lot weighing on my mind at the moment.

  I dry off and throw on some shorts and a t-shirt before heading downstairs to find something to eat.

  After the shower, I feel more like myself. The queasy feeling of being drunk and high is gone, and I’m clear-headed, for the most part. My stomach is still a knotted mess, of course, anxiety clawing at me whenever I stop moving long enough to let it set in. I checked my phone after the shower, just to make sure I hadn’t missed any calls or texts from Dad, but there was nothing.

  I tried calling him, even though I wasn’t sure it was a good idea since I don’t know where he is or what he might be doing. But that worry hardly mattered anyway, because he didn’t pick up.

  I hope with everything I have inside me that last night wasn’t the last time I’m going to hear from him, and whenever I think about that too hard, I kind of want to throw up.

  My heart thuds dully in my chest. Instead of dwelling on those thoughts, I grab some veggies and meat from the fridge and start chopping them up, throwing together a quick stir fry.

  As I cross back to the fridge to grab some ginger out of the crisper drawer, Rory walks in and comes to stand near me. He looks me up and down for a second and then searches my face like he’s looking for something in particular.

  I just gaze back at him, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he smiles a little.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, and for once, there’s no hint of teasing or flirting to be seen in his expression. It’s weird to see him so serious. I’ve only seen him look like this once before, when he was discussing his daughter, but I nod.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry if I was a bit of a mess last night. I was… fucked up about some things. After a good night’s sleep and a shower, I feel like a new person.”

  “Right.” He tugs his full bottom lip between his teeth, nodding a little.

  There’s a flash of something across his face, almost like disbelief but not quite, and it gives me the feeling that he knows there’s more to my recovery than just sleeping and a shower. His room is right down the hall from mine,
so it’s entirely possible that he heard me fucking Levi this morning.

  I’m not quite sure what to do with that, to be honest. I’m not ashamed of it, of course, and no one made him listen to us if that’s the case, but it still feels odd, especially considering how close Rory and I have been growing over the last couple of weeks.

  But working through those feelings in front of him seems like a very bad idea. So instead I just smile at him, barreling on ahead and ignoring the elephant in the room like I do best.

  “I don’t remember a lot about last night,” I say. “But I do remember you were there.”

  “Well, yeah. We were all there,” Rory replies. “And you were… definitely not yourself.”

  I make a face, because I don’t even want to know what all I did last night. It’s all fuzzy in my head, and if what Levi said about how I kept trying to get his clothes off and refusing to put mine on is true, who knows what I did before that?

  “Yeah. I really wasn’t. Anyway, thank you,” I continue. “For being there and taking care of me last night. I remember you getting me in the car and up the stairs. I was a mess, and you weren’t a dick about it, so… I appreciate that.”

  I eye him for a moment and then lean closer, going onto my toes so I can lean up and kiss him, just a light peck as a real thank you because I do appreciate it. Being out of it like that is dangerous, especially in the wrong company, and weeks ago, I definitely would’ve considered these guys the wrong company. But they didn’t try anything, didn’t take advantage of my fucked up state. They just brought me home and got me to bed, and that really does mean a lot.

  My lips brush Rory’s, and I go to pull back.

  But before I can, he has his hands on my arms, holding me tight. He drags me in closer and deepens the kiss, mouth smashed against mine and tongue slipping into my mouth.

  He kisses me like he has a purpose, and that purpose seems to be to get Levi out of my system.