Fighting For a Second Chance (Fighting 1)

And then the feeling stops. My eyes fly open in time to see Cooper walk around to face me until he’s sandwiched between me and the dresser. Before I can ask what the heck he’s doing, he places my hands against the dresser on either side of him then drops to his knees. I have no idea where he’s going with this, but I’ll trust he knows.

With him no longer standing in front of me, I see my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a mess and my cheeks are a light pink from being worked up and turned on. I look crazy, but at the same time, happy, carefree.

Something soft and wet hits my clit, and I jump slightly. Looking down, I have a bird’s eye view of Cooper’s tongue lapping at my pussy. Holy. Shit. That feels good. He taps my thigh to spread them wider, then puts two fingers back inside me while he gives my clit plenty of attention. Hot damn, this guy is an amazing multitasker.

While fucking me with his fingers, his mouth is feasting on my pussy. At first, he licks his way up my slit, then he sucks on my clit before he bites down on it, only to lick away the pain. I can hear the slurping sound coming from my pussy while he drinks up all my juices. I can’t stop watching him. I’ve never witnessed something so intimate and erotic in my life.

He continues to suck and lick while fingering me deep. His fingers start to hit that spot, the one that will have me coming in no time. Then his tongue hits my clit in just the right way and I know I’m about to experience the biggest orgasm to date.

He takes his mouth off me just long enough to say, “Look in the mirror. Watch yourself as you come all over my tongue and fingers.” And then his mouth is back on my clit. My body, wound up too tight, begins to spasm and shake, as waves of pleasure course through my body as I ride out my orgasm. His tongue and fingers never stop until I’ve completely come down from what I can only imagine heaven on earth feels like.

“Damn, baby, that was fucking hot, the way you just came all over my tongue. You taste damn good.” He stands and licks his fingers clean, leaving me wanting him all over again.

We both clean up in the bathroom then get dressed. As much as I want to lay naked with him, I can’t chance our four-year old running in here in the middle of the night or in the morning and seeing us without clothes on. He flicks the light off on the nightstand and spoons me from behind.

No words are spoken for a few minutes, so I assume he’s fallen asleep, when he says, “I want Bella to know I’m her dad, Liz.”

I know it’s only been a few hours, but I’m all in. Watching him tonight with her, I can’t deny him this chance. All I can do is hope and pray he doesn’t break either of our hearts.

“I know, Coop. We’ll tell her tomorrow. I promise.”

I feel him relax against me as we both allow sleep to overtake us.

Twenty-Four

Cooper

I wake up to the smell of vanilla and it makes me smile. I look down and my beautiful girl is next to me, wrapped up in our blankets. I can’t help but laugh at the fact she’s still a damn sheet-hogger. I don’t know how I got this lucky to be given this second chance, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure Liz never regrets it. I start to stretch and remember today is Sunday, which is my day off from training. I’m hoping we can tell Bella about me being her dad and do something as a family. What do families do?

Not knowing the answer to that simple question reminds me that my parents never did any family stuff. My dad was either traveling for fights or at the gym training. My mom was always home with me, but we didn’t really go anywhere as a family. She always seemed upset that my dad was gone. Eventually she’d leave me with a sitter and go out by herself.

And those thoughts start to make me panic. I’m home right now, but soon I’m going to have to be away from home training long hours. I’ll have to start traveling again to promote the upcoming title fight. There’ll be press releases and conferences and then the fight itself. Bella is in school, so Liz will have to stay home. Will she regret giving me this chance? Will she turn to someone else who can give her more attention? I feel my anxiety rising, my chest tightening at the image of another man comforting Liz. I need to calm myself down. Liz is not my mom and I am not my dad. We will get through this.