Page 13 of Fight for You

My phone buzzes again. I pick it up, not even hopeful.

Brylee: Not tonight.

Seriously? That is all I get? Two words?

“Looks like we are on for pool. She’s busy.” I try not to show my disdain, but I am sure he can tell.

Brylee and I will have to talk at some point.

Four hours later, my best friend tries to keep my mind occupied by attempting to beat me at pool. Miles has always been good, but sometimes I let him win, so he can feel good. Isn’t that what friends do?

“Eight ball, corner pocket.” Miles says. I laugh, and his eyebrow arches. “What’s so funny? Think I can’t make it?” I shrug my shoulders.

The ball goes straight into the pocket and Miles does a victory dance with the pool stick that is hilarious. He is a sore loser, but even worse at winning. “Alright, I gotta head home. Got some early appointments tomorrow.”

“Come on, one more game. Best two out of three?” He throws his hands up in the air. “It’s guys night. Who leaves after an hour?”

“Apparently me. We’ll do this again.”

Miles puts the pool stick back on the table and follows me toward the door. “Brylee is really messing with your head right now. You haven’t really been in it all night.”

“You know the drill. She is like a drug. Once I got a taste, it sucked me right back in. All consuming.”

He leans behind the bar, pouring him a shot. “Well, here’s to not having to deal with that.”

I roll my eyes and walk right out of the door. My bed is calling my name after this extremely long day. I walk a couple of blocks and go straight to change into shorts. Khakis aren’t the most comfortable thing to wear for an entire day. I can probably get away with wearing jeans to work, but I’d rather look professional over comfort.

When I hear a knock at the door, I glance at the clock, realizing it is only nine. Who would just show up here? Then my phone starts to ring, glowing Brylee’s name.

I rush to the door and open it, but before I can even say a word, she is pushing me back, shutting the door with her foot, and her lips on mine.Wow, I wasn’t expecting this tonight.

I push her away. “Slow down. You don’t talk to me and then you just show up here expecting me to jump into bed with you again?”

“Are you seriously turning this down?” She takes off her top, unbuttons her jeans and lets them drop to the floor.

Fuck! She was right. What kind of man turned down a woman for sex? Especially one that looked like that in just bra and underwear.“Okay, you got me there. But seriously…”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Leo. I’ve had a horrible fucking day and need a release.”

“So, this isn’t even about us. You just want to use me to get an orgasm?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You just did.”

She nearly growls and puts her hand on her hip. “Listen, we will go to dinner, but tonight I need you, dammit.”

I pick her up and push her up against the wall. If there is one thing I know about Brylee, it is her favorite position. This girl fucking loves getting railed against the wall. She moans into my mouth as I hold her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. The hunger in her eyes is insatiable, and I can't resist the temptation. Sure, I want to know where this is leading, but right now I’m focused on one thing. My hands roam her body, her beaded nipples begging for attention. I take one in my mouth, hearing her gasp and her hand clutching the back of my head, pulling me closer.

“Fuck. Yes,” she manages to murmur, the need in her voice igniting a fire. I push my hand in between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She is so sweet, ready for me. I need to be inside her.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “This is for you, princess. Just let go.”

I know what she wants, and I am not going to disappoint her. With a steady grip on her hips, I thrust inside her, her walls clenching around me like a vice. The sight of her flushed face, her moans and gasps, and the way her body moves against mineonly fuels my desire. I move in and out of her, each thrust more powerful than the last. Her nails dig into my back, her breath ragged and hot against my neck.

As we continue, our bodies moving in a frenzied dance, her cries growing louder. Her breathing becoming heavier, her hips begging for more. Her moans fill the air, and she is nearing the edge, about to fall into the abyss. Her orgasm is imminent, and I don't want to be the one to hold her back. I reach down to cup one of her breasts, my thumb brushing against her nipple. She arches her back, her hips bucking against me in response.

"Oh, fuck, Leo, I'm right there. Please, don't stop," she begs.

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