I stare out the window of Dalton’s apartment and sigh. The media have been camped out in front of his building for two days. I don’t know why, I’m no one. I mean sure, I’m an MMA fighter, but I’ve only fought in one televised fight.
Surprise, surprise, when I called my parents to tell them what was going on, neither of them answered and I haven’t heard from them. I’m not surprised that I’ve heard from Del, Carrie, and Shayla. They’ve offered to come over, but I don’t know what James could do, so I’ve asked them not to for now.
Dalton has been great, and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him and his work family. We’ve basically been shut-ins, not leaving his apartment, but luckily Jack brings groceries and so we haven’t had to worry about it.
After Dalton found out about what James did to me, I thought he’d be afraid to touch me, but if anything, he’s been even more touchy-feely, and it has helped me feel…I don’t know, maybe more grounded, or supported.
Arms wrap around me, and I lean back against Dalton’s muscled chest. He smells like sandalwood and Dove soap. “They’ll go away soon.”
“I hope so. I know it’s only been a couple of days, but this sucks. I want to train.” I know I’m pouting, I’m just tired—mentally and physically.
He kisses the side of my head. “I know, it won’t be forever. How about I move some furniture around and we can do some light sparring? I think I have some pads.”
“Awesome, I’ll go change.” I run toward the bedroom and quickly change into a sports bra and some knit shorts.
I pad back into the living room and find Dalton standing shirtless in the middle of the room. My heart beats faster and faster the closer I get to him. When did this man become so important to me? Every day he is full of surprises and I’ve never had someone handle me with care, the way he does.
Once I reach him we begin stretching together. Our legs are in a V and our feet are touching. We hold hands and then move back and forth as we stretch. Dalton has me lie on my back, and like the other day, he grabs me by my thigh and pushes it toward my chest.
I shouldn’t be thinking about him rubbing his dick against me. My pussy shouldn’t be wet right now, not when my life is a fucking mess, but this is what he does to me.
“You’re thinking about shagging me, aren’t you?”
“What?” I screech. I was not.” I shove at him, making him laugh.
Dalton shakes his head. “You totally were. Your cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, your eyes turn such a bright silver they practically glow, and then you bite your sexy lip, and all I can think about is biting it myself.”
My breathing speeds up as his hazel eyes turn a dark mossy green. I don’t know what to do right now. I reach up and stroke his cheek. “You’re a good man, Dalton.”
He turns his head and kisses my hand. “Well, you’re an exceptional woman, Becca.”
Dalton leans down and kisses me softly on the lips, but to my disappointment he pulls away. He stands over me and I don’t miss he has a hard-on, but all he does is pull me to stand in front of him.
“Let’s get to it.” Then we begin to fight.
“The only video footage they got off the camera is you sleeping and walking in front of it.” Jack leans in. “I swear to you, there isn’t anything bad. Unfortunately, Egan still hasn’t been able to trace the origin, but he isn’t giving up yet.”
I reach out and grab Jack’s hand. “Thank you for everything.”
“It’s our pleasure, Becca, I just wish I had better news for you. Have you thought about giving an interview?
Dalton wraps his arm around my shoulders, hugging me into his side. Last night he let me talk out how I was feeling and we had the best night ever.
I climb onto the couch, scooching toward Dalton as he holds his arm up. Dad called earlier, screaming and hollering that I better keep my mouth shut before I ruin everything.
I should’ve expected that, but it still hurts, and I haven’t been able to shake the heaviness in my heart. What did I do to deserve two of the worst parents ever? What if my brother never had died? Would my parents still be happy and together?
Dalton kisses my temple. “Are you okay?”
I shrug. “I honestly don’t know. I’m just so tired.”
He hugs me even tighter to him. “I know, I’m sorry, baby. What are your thoughts about telling your story?”
I push myself up and get on my knees next to him. I lick my dry lips and pick at my thumbnail. “I don’t know. I’m scared to open that door again, what people will think of me, that I waited that long to say anything. People will call me a liar. I’m not sure if I’m ready to deal with that yet.”
Dalton doesn’t say anything at first. Fuck, what if he thinks I’m a coward? Shit, maybe I am. He cups my face in his hands. “I want you to know that I support you one hundred percent. Whether you tell your story or not is up to you.”
“Why are you so awesome?” I whisper.
“I’m British, luv,” he says with an exaggerated version of his accent, making me smile and laugh.
“Seriously, what do you think? I could be giving other girls or women the courage to come forward against their own abusers.” I worry my lip.
“Listen to me, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just do what is in your heart.”
“What’s in my heart?” He nods. “Okay.” I lay against his chest, and we watch TV until bedtime.
Once we’re in bed, I lie on my side, facing Dalton. He shuts off the light, bathing the bedroom in darkness before rejoining me. “Do you miss England?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Yes and no. I miss my sister and niece, some of the men I became friends with in the service, and some of the pubs by my old flat that I used go and have a pint or two.”
“What do you not miss?”
“There really isn’t anything, except I don’t miss the weather.”
I’m quiet for a minute. “I was born and raised in Deerbrook, it wasn’t until I began fighting that Dad moved us to Chicago. I was so pissed at him, and I wouldn’t talk to him for a week.”
“Well, I’m glad you came here because I wouldn’t have met you otherwise,” he says quietly.
“Dalton?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
I take a deep breath. “Will you make love to me?”
“I would be honored, but are you sure that’s a good idea? We’ve talked about a lot of heavy stuff tonight.”
I lean in and kiss his lips softly. “I know, and I would actually like to end this exhausting day doing something I’ve wanted to do for a while.
“If at any time you want to stop, you tell me right away, promise?”
I slide closer until we’re chest to chest. “I promise.”
That’s all I need to say before his lips are on mine. I immediately open to his seeking tongue as he wraps his arms around me, hugging me close. His dick is hard and pressed between us, and I love I affect him the same way he does me.
He rolls to his back so I’m on top of him, my legs straddling his hips. Dalton rocks against me, brushing against my clit. He rolls us again and this time he’s between my legs. He pulls away from my mouth. “Is this okay?”
I nod, even though it’s dark and he can’t see me.
“Words, I need your words, baby.”
God, the way he says baby makes my girl parts tingle. “Yes, I’m okay. Please don’t stop again.”
He chuckles before kissing me again, this time it’s a deliciously slow kiss that has my toes curling, but all too soon he begins kissing down my neck and then he’s pulling up my tank top to reach my breasts.
I cry out when he sucks one nipple into his mouth, and then switches to the other, sucking on it with deep pulls that I feel all the way down to my pussy.
He begins his trek down my stomach, kissing and nipping at my sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to pop up all over. Dalton grabs my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs.
My body quivers with anticipation, and the moment his tongue swipes up my pussy, my back bows off the mattress and I cry out. He then begins to eat my pussy like he is starving for it.
He pushes one finger inside me, taps a spot deep in me that has my eyes crossing and my fingers going to his hair, where I grip it in my fists. His beard tickles me between my legs and it kind of makes me feel naughty.
I feel my orgasm start to build and I begin pumping my hips, reaching for that ecstasy. Dalton pulls his finger out and then pushes two inside me. That’s it, and suddenly I’m coming and hard.
I ride the wave, crying incoherently. When Dalton brings me down, he begins kissing back up my body. He reaches my mouth, and our kiss turns super-heated—I taste me on his lips and it’s kind of hot.
I reach between us, palming his dick. He grunts against my mouth and then reaches in the direction of his nightstand. I hear a crinkle and know what that means. My nerves kick it up now that my orgasm haze starts to fade.
Dalton pushes himself up. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? We can stop right now.”
“I swear I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t. There is only one person I would ever share that part of myself with, and that’s you.”
He slowly begins to work his way inside. God, he’s so big and it feels like he’s stretching me wide. Dalton reaches between us, rubbing my clit, which causes me to get wetter, making it easier for him to work himself inside me.
In and out he moves until he finally is buried to the hilt, and I wiggle beneath him, adjusting to his size. “Oh my god. This feels so fucking good,” I moan as become accustomed to him.
Of course, he doesn’t move right away, but he does kiss me, our tongues duel and then he seems to sink just a little bit further inside of me. I swear I have a mini orgasm.
Dalton must feel it because he moans. “Fuck, that feels good. I’m going to move, okay?”
“Yes, okay,” I pant.
He begins to fuck me, slowly, in and out. I let my hands rub down his back until I reach his ass, gripping a cheek in each hand. They flex under my hands as he works his cock in and out of me.
Dalton does this little swivel with his hips that causes me to cry out. He does it over and over until I’m beginning to come with a surprised shout. He begins to pound into me at a punishing pace and grabs my thigh, lifting it up and over his hip.
It causes me to cry out over and over until he’s groaning against my neck, and jerking inside me.
He stays inside me for a while and I whimper when he finally pulls out. Neither of us speaks while we get cleaned up, but when we get back in bed, he pulls me into his arms.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving me that,” he says and then kisses me softly.
I fall asleep, wrapped around him like a spider monkey.