Kicker (DS Fight Club Book 1) (19 page)

She frowned. “Tig, what’s . . . ? Is this a scar?”

Tig licked his lips. “Yeah. Um, when I was in middle school, a horse threw me and then stomped on me good. They don’t know if I broke my pelvis from the fall or from the horse stomping on me—or a combination of the two—but long story short, I had to have some surgery after, and there’s a lot of scar tissue.”

Charlotte touched the scars and then pressed her lips very softly against them.

“You mother told me that you couldn’t give me babies. . . .”

He huffed a laugh. “I figured she might have, thinking that if you wanted children, then you wouldn’t be interested.” He stroked her head, playing with a dark lock of hair.

“I . . . I’m not sure I want children,” Charlotte said carefully, looking up at Tig and studying his reaction. “Do you?”

Tig blew out a breath. “I’ve been told for so long that I won’t be able to produce enough swimmers to get a girl pregnant that I’ve just accepted that I’m not going to have them.”

Charlotte leaned her head against his hip. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry.”

Tig shrugged and then huffed another laugh. “Well, that was a boner-ending conversation.” He pointed as his now semisoft cock. “That’s kind of a bummer.”

Charlotte pressed her lips against his balls and the soft, sensitive space behind them. Tig let out a needful groan and gently pushed her head against his cock. She drew the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked hard while she moved her hands to his ass, wrapping her fingers around the spheres.

Charlotte’s eyes remained opened, glued to his as she sucked him. She watched his mouth slacken and his eyes roll shut as he lost himself in the pleasure that she gave him.

“Charlotte . . .”

She continued to suck and lick him, and when he said her name a third time, he spilled into her mouth, and she took everything she could. When he finished, he leaned against the bathroom cabinet.

He chuckled. “Now whose legs aren’t going to be strong enough to stand for a shower?”

“Well then, sit down while I run another bath because the water’s cold now.”

He did, and Charlotte drained the tub and began to refill it. While they waited, she kissed Tig again and gave silent thanks that he was back in her life.

Charlotte gripped her wrought iron headboard with both hands, the side of her face smashed into the pillow and her ass in the air.

“God, put it in me, Tig.”

Tig knelt behind her, gazing at her exposed beauty. He ran his finger down between her cheeks to the tip of that bundle of sensitive nerves at the front of her softness. She shuddered and gasped.

“Tig . . .”

Tig put the tip of his tongue on her slit and rolled her nub gently between his thumb and index finger. Charlotte groaned and arched her back, and Tig took one long, luxuriating lap before thrusting his tongue into her core.

“Oh God, Tiggy . . .”

He nipped the inside of her thigh and moved back to put a condom on.

“Tig?”

“You ready for me, baby?”

“Do I look like I’m ready?” Tig looked at Charlotte’s pretty face, lips red from his earlier kisses, skin pink from rubbing his stubble, her eyes wild with lust.

“Oh, yeah, it looks like you’re ready.”

He rose to his knees and slammed into her, filling her completely and burying himself to his root inside her.

“Oh, man, fuck,” Tig groaned.

Charlotte pushed back and clenched around him.

“Holy shit, babe. God, you feel good.”

Tig pumped into Charlotte, his hands roaming over her shoulders and back and down to her hips. He shifted a bit, rooting even deeper inside her, and then he snaked a hand between her thighs and began rolling her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.

He bent over her back, balancing himself with one hand flat against the wall as pumped into her. The only things Charlotte could hear were Tig’s grunts and his balls slapping against her.

He breathed in her ear. “Baby, I wanna bring you over.”

Charlotte answered him by turning her face toward him and catching him with an openmouthed kiss. “Yes . . .”

Tig pressed his chest into her back, pulling her closer to him. He pinched one nipple in his fingers and did the same to her nub with the other hand. “Oh, Charlotte, sweetheart . . .”

Charlotte pressed back into him, and he pressed into her, and they both rose together.

“Oh, Tig, I . . .”

Tig covered her mouth with a desperate kiss and swallowed her scream with his groan. They spiraled down, down, down, Tig slowing his thrusts as their mutual climax ended. Then he finally lay still across Charlotte’s back, one breast clutched in his hand and the other between her legs, petting her soft curls.

“Holy crap, Charlotte,” Tig said with a deep chuckle. “Wow.”

He kissed the back of her neck. “You okay, baby?”

Charlotte reached behind her and squeezed Tig’s ass. “
Oh
, yeah. Never been better.” She turned around to look at him. “I’m great.”

Tig kissed her again. “Lemme get rid of this, and we’ll cuddle some more, okay?”

Another smooch. “Yeah, okay, but I’d rather get a bite to eat.”

She yelped when Tig bit the plump globe of her ass and grabbed her around the waist so he could roll her onto her back.

“I like it when you throw me around,” she said.

“Good, because I kind of like throwing you around, especially when you giggle and squeal. It makes me horny.”

Charlotte scoffed and made a face. “I don’t think you need anything to make you horny, Mr. Mashburn.”

“Oh, man, right there? You calling me ‘Mr. Mashburn’? See?” He pointed to his rapidly growing erection. “Totally making me horny.”

“Man cannot live on pussy alone.”

Tig laughed and flopped back in the bed. “You are gonna kill me, girl. First calling me Mr. Mashburn and then saying ‘pussy’? Sweet Jesus. You don’t want to be able to walk come Monday, do you?”

“Oh, I hope I come many times before Monday. . . .”

“Oh my Lord.” Tig sat up and popped Charlotte’s bare ass with the palm of his callused hand. “But, now you got me thinking about food. Since Paddy gave me the go-ahead to cheat on the hanky-panky side, I’m gonna go with the cheating on the food side just a bit, too. I am gonna enjoy everything I love this weekend.”

Charlotte blinked.
Everything he . . . loved?
But he sat there, grinning like an idiot, seemingly unaware of what he said, so she decided to do the same.

“So let’s go. What do you want? Wait. Do you want me to
cook
?” Charlotte said, recoiling with horror.

Tig shook his head and laughed. “Oh, honey. Let’s not waste our time with that foolishness right now; we’ve got plenty of time to get you whipped into shape. No, I’m thinking something . . . fried and awesome.”

“Chicken and waffles?”

“Oh yeah, chicken and waffles.”

*****

“Oh Lord, why did you let me eat that third helping?” Tig moaned as they pulled into the detached garage.

“Would you have stopped if I told you to?”

“No,” he answered honestly and laughed. “God, I’m full, though. Oof.”

He and Charlotte walked hand in hand back to the house. Charlotte laid her head on his shoulder and exhaled. “It’s such a nice evening. Why don’t I fix us some tea, and we can sit out here for a while?”

“Sounds good.” After a small smooch, Charlotte almost skipped into the kitchen.

Tig was sitting on the glider, long legs stretched out in front of him, when Charlotte came out with the tea.

“Hey, Miss Thang. You’re looking fine.”

Charlotte grinned. “You just want to get in my pants again.”

“Well, seeing as you’re wearing a skirt, it’ll be pretty easy. . . .” Tig’s nimble fingers snaked up under her hem. “Man, I love it when you wear a crinoline. Makes you seem extra prissy. I like extra prissy.”

“Oh, does it now,” she said, wiggling a bit when she felt the bite of Tig’s fingers grabbing at the flesh of her thigh.

Tig shifted so he could get a better grip and a bigger handful of her luscious rump, and he discovered that she was not wearing panties. Again.

“Oh my God, Charlotte. Do you never wear panties when you wear a dress?”

“I usually wear panties to the office.”

“Well, thank God. I don’t know if I could stand it, thinking about you behind that big desk, not wearing panties. Wait,
usually
?” He gawked at her, and she winked.

“Oh, man, now you’ve done it,” he said with a grin, and he dove toward her, forcing her back to the bench seat of the glider and digging his hands under the layers of tulle.

Charlotte wrapped her legs around Tig’s trim hips. “I need you in me.”

“Here, now?”

“Here, and definitely now.”

Tig rocked against her, making her gasp and almost making her come just from the friction between the tulle and denim.

With a smacking kiss, Tig sat up and dug in his pocket for a condom. “I almost didn’t replenish my stash,” he said with a wink as he dropped his pants and rolled the condom on. “Shit, Charlotte, you like looking?”

“Oh yeah . . .”

“I’ll have to remember that,” Tig growled and pounced on her, and she accepted him into her slick core with a sigh.

“Oh,
yeah
,” she repeated as she rocked her hips up to meet him.

Tig grunted, eyes closed, mouth a little open, and Charlotte saw his tongue flick over his lower lip. She nipped that same lip, and Tig’s cock jumped inside her. He caught her mouth in a kiss and started rocking, grinding against her.

Tig grabbed her arms, holding her hands above her head so she was stretched out under him. “Open your eyes, Charlotte. I want your eyes on me.”

When she did, she saw him smile down at her. And when she clenched around him, his eyes rolled back in his head for a split second, and he bit his lip again.

Charlotte could feel her climax building, and Tig could see it. He grinned again and leaned down to kiss her sweetly on the mouth. That kiss turned hot when Tig began to forcefully thrust into her. Charlotte whined into his mouth, the whimper turning into a yelp as they tumbled to the deck below the pergola.

“Baby, are you okay?” Tig looked into Charlotte’s surprised eyes, but she grinned and pushed him over on his back

“Oh yeah, I’m okay,” she said, straddling him, wiggling and wriggling on top of him to get that delicious friction against her clit.

Tig fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and when he could not unfasten them quickly enough, he pulled the hem of her shirt up to expose her full bust. Then he slipped his fingers into her bra so he could get at her nipples.

Charlotte sucked in a breath when he pinched her nipples between his callused fingers, and she arched her back and clenched around him. The sight of her basking in ecstasy brought Tig over with her.

As her climax washed over her, Charlotte lay down on Tig, breast to chest. She still rocked, Tig still thrust, but they slowed together, finally stopping when Charlotte’s limbs relaxed and she went limp on top of him, though they were still joined.

“Mmm,” Charlotte sighed. Tig hugged her tight, kissed her sweet face, and never wanted to let her go.

“Baby, I gotta pull out and get rid of this condom,” Tig said. Charlotte bit back a laugh because he was thoroughly rumpled, hatless, and had lipstick smeared on his mouth. Charlotte kissed the side of his mouth and reluctantly rolled off of him.

“One down.”

“What?” He settled back down next to her, pulling her close to nestle into his chest.

“The pergola. We just need to tackle the garden, the living room, and the dining room table. . . .”

He laughed. “Let me recharge my batteries for a bit. I’m not twenty-two anymore.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes and gave a mock exasperated sigh. “Fine.” And then she giggled.

“I like the sound of that, Charlotte. You don’t know how much.”

“Well, you’re responsible for me making that sound.”

She swore she could see him puff up with manly pride at her confession.

She settled down beside him and sighed contentedly.

“What was that?” Tig was suddenly alert, propped up on one elbow, looking toward the cluster of ground cover that edged the pergola.

The rustling stopped and then started again.

Charlotte sat up and they both sat still, listening and alert.

“There it is again,” Tig whispered. He got up, and silently, especially for a man wearing boots, stealthily walked in the direction of the sound. With big eyes and bitten lip, Charlotte watched him creep toward a large
liriope planting.

Suddenly he dove into the ground cover, muttering and murmuring, and then sprang up with something in his hands. “Oh man, I’ve got me a baby.”

“Oh my God, someone left a baby in my ground cover?”

“A baby
cat
, Charlotte,” Tig said with a chuckle. “See?”

Tig had the smallest, sweetest, teeniest black cat cradled in his hands.

“It can’t be more than a few weeks old. We need to get a nursing kit for it.”

When Charlotte gawked at him, he shrugged. “What? I grew up on a farm. Lots of barn cats whose mamas didn’t make it.”

“Oh, that’s so sad.”

Tig shrugged and wrapped the kitten in his shirttail. “Shall we go? I bet we can get it checked out by a vet if we hurry.”

Charlotte, wide-eyed, nodded, and they hurried back to the garage.