Fighting for What's His (Warrior Fight Club 2)

Billy took a deep breath and a leap of faith. “Right now? Not a damn thing.” He kissed her again. “But I need you to know something. Not long after I first got home, back when I was still deep into recovery, I overdosed on pain meds.” Her eyes went wide, and Billy pushed on. “I can’t tell you what I was thinking. I honestly don’t remember anything except just needing the pain to stop.”

“Oh, Billy.” Shay’s hands went into his hair. “I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for you.”

Careful of her bandaged injury, he brought her hand to his mouth so he could kiss it, and then he laced their fingers together. “The other night, I went to a fight club. A, uh, a real underground one. Like you pictured. I promise I won’t ever go again.”

“Why did you go?” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“There was so much pressure inside me.” He brought their clasped hands to his chest. “Here.” Then to his temple. “And here. It made me realize that I still have shit to work out and that I need to start talking to someone again.”

Shayna nodded. “I know that can’t be easy. But you can talk to me any time, if it helps. Or just let me hold you. Or, you know, anything else that might help you feel better.” Heat slid into those pretty blue eyes.

And just like that, Billy was hard against her ass.

“Anything, huh?” He kissed her and rocked his hips against her.

“Mmhmm,” she said, smiling into his kiss.

“Grab a condom, Shayna. I need in you.” He watched as she did, and then as she tore the wrapper. “Touch yourself,” he said as he took the condom. And Jesus if she wasn’t something to see. Her right hand slid down her stomach until his fingers circled her clit.

Her lips pushed into a pout. “Hurts my arm too much.”

“Aw, baby.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Don’t you worry about it. I’ll get you off. Want my hand or my mouth?”

Shay’s cheeks went the prettiest shade of pink, and it made him chuckle. “I want us to lay just like this,” she said. “So, hand?”

He gave his fingers a good lick, loving how her eyes tracked the movement. Just…loving her. So damn much. And then he was touching her, teasing her, circling her clit and eating up every little moan she made.

“Spread your legs, Shayna.” When she did, he slid his hand lower until he could penetrate her with one finger, then two. “So wet for me. Gonna feel so good.”

Lust-drunk eyes peered up at him. “Fuck me while you rub me,” she breathed.

“Damn, genius really does come out of your mouth,” he said, adjusting their position until he was lined up just right.

Her chuckle turned into a moan as he filled her in one long, slow, wet stroke.

“There it is. Fuck, there is it.” He gripped her hips and closed his eyes against the goodness of this feeling.

Not just the sex, though that was fantastic. The feeling of belonging to someone—and something—bigger than himself. It’d been so damn long.

And then Billy started to move, decadently lazy ins and outs meant to drive them both crazy. His fingers returned to her clit, and he kissed her ear. “Love you so fucking much, Shay.”

“Oh, God, Billy. I feel so full this way.”

Jesus, this woman’s mouth. He kissed her shoulder and fucked her good and deep. “That’s it. You just concentrate on how it feels.” He moved his fingers faster, harder, zeroing in on her clit and offering her no mercy.

Finally, her hips jerked. “Billy. Billy…” Her orgasm wracked through her, squeezing his dick so good that his own orgasm was suddenly urgent as fuck.

“Roll onto your stomach, baby,” he rasped, following her as she moved. Until he was covering her head to toe. Every soft thing about her cradling every hard thing about him. Body and soul.

“Love you under me. Taking me. Taking me so damn good.” His hips moved faster, the sound of their meeting skin and harsh breaths in the air.

“This feels insane,” she whimpered.

He nodded. “So fucking tight.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”

“Aw, you gonna come again for me, Shayna?”