Page 24 of Fight for You


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“Patience, baby,” I murmur but she slides her hand down her body, snaking a path to her pussy and I suck in a sharp breath as two of her fingers disappear inside of her. “Fuck, Avery. That is so god damn sexy,” I rasp as I free my cock from its confines, needing to ease the pressure. I give myself one long stroke as she watches and when I’m done, she licks her lips. I watch as she slips the two fingers that were inside her back out and directly into her mouth and moans. My dick jumps in appreciation. I dive in and attack her mouth, desperate to taste her. I spear my tongue inside and she moans around it as I assault her. The combination of her and her juices is enough to drive me fucking insane.

I pull back and drop back down on my haunches, giving her hand a quick tug and we both tumble backwards, her landing on top of me. She stands up above me and I have a clear view of her pussy, bare and glistening while she shimmies out of her skirt. It hits the floor directly beside my head and I reach over and grab it, pressing it to my nose and inhaling as she stares down at me. She whips her shirt up and over her head before dropping down and tugging my slacks off me.

She makes quick work of slipping my cock inside her, sinking down on me as I bury myself deep inside of her.

“Ride me,” I command as she starts moving, her pussy clenching me like a vice and I meet her thrust for thrust, relishing in the bounce of her tits each time she bottoms out on me and the hitch in her breath when I finger her clit. Working my cock faster, she slides up and down feverishly and I feel her pussy start to convulse around me.

“Oh my god, Jaxson. I’m coming,” she says, and I throw my hand out, wrapping it around her neck and squeezing as she meets my eyes and her jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck. Baby. Yes.” I grunt out, punctuating each word with a snap of my hips and on the last one I stay planted deep inside, my release filling her. I release her throat and drag my fingers down her chest, grazing her nipple before settling my hand on her hip.

“All good?” I ask, knowing that was probably intense. She gives me a happy, sated smile.

“Yeah, honey,” she says softly, slowly sliding off me. “All good.” I immediately realize what we’ve done.

“Shit, I forgot to put a condom on.” Her cheeks pinken at my comment and she gives me a sly smile.

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t have let you stop anyways. Besides, I’ve got an IUD. If I’m the only one you’re sleeping with, I think we are good.” She slaps my chest and stands up, reaching down and lending me her hand. I let her tug me to my feet and I slide my pants back up, tucking my shirt back in and belting my slacks. Avery slides her shirt over her head and tugs her skirt back on, zipping it up.

“I’m a mess,” she says, motioning to her post sex hair and her smeared lipstick. I reach out and graze my thumb along her lower lip.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, and she smiles at me.

“Yoo-hoo! Jaxson!” Comes from the hallway and has my dick immediately curling up and wanting to die as my mother knocks on the door to my office. “I waited until I thought y’all were finished,” she calls, and I vow right then and there to put her in a home.

“Jesus Christ, Ma,” I grunt out, flipping the lock on the door and flinging it open just as Avery is sliding her feet back into her heels.

“Oh,” she startles but catches herself and places her hand on her chest. “I tried calling but you didn’t pick up.” She says, a huge grin splitting her face.

“Yeah, ma. I was a little fuckin’ busy.”

“Jaxson!” She snaps. “Language.” Avery snorts and I narrow my eyes at her.

“What are you doin’ here, mom?” I sigh wearily and head back to the other side of my desk and drop down in the chair. I glance at my watch, it’s after two thirty in the afternoon now and Avery needs to leave soon to get Blake. “Ace, almost pickup time.” She excuses herself from my mother and rounds the desk, dropping a kiss on my cheek and telling ma that it was good to see her before sashaying her way out of my office. My mom watches me watching Avery and another huge grin splits her face.

“What?” I grunt and she laughs, shaking her head.

“Nothing, I just want lots and lots of grandbabies.” She says and I cut her off.

“No one is having babies, ma. Why are you here?”

“Can’t a mother just drop by her sons work and see him during the day?”

“Yes, some mothers can. And you can, too. But you don’t, so cut to the chase.”

“Well, I have some things that I need done around the house and I was hoping you could spare a few hours to come help me? I need some stuff moved around in the basement and I can’t get the mower to run.” She says, fidgeting. She hates asking me for help, but she knows I’ll always do it.

“Of course, ma. I’ll stop by Sunday.”

“Great,” she chirps, clapping her hands together and standing abruptly. “Now I’ve got a date I need to get to.” Spinning on her heel she walks out of my office without another word.

“Wait, what? A date?” I call after her but the bell above the door dings, signaling that she’s already gone. I huff out a breath. Her and I will talk about that endlessly on Sunday.

****

The bass of the club pulses, thumping off the brick walls. The place is packed full of people, mostly women, and I’m sitting at a table with Dean, Ford, and Zander. It’s Thursday night and for all our women, that means ladies night. I wasn’t about to let Avery go to a club by herself with Weller and Dana still not found, so when Avery said this week's girl’s night was going to be at a bar, I wouldn’t budge on the fact that I would be there, even if it meant just watching her from the bar while she drank with her friends. But, when the other guys found out I was going to be chaperoning, they wanted to come, too.

“Okay, so explain it to me again,” Ford says and Dean chuckles and shakes his head.

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