Read A Father's Fight: Blake and Layla #2 (Fighting #5) Online
Authors: Jb Salsbury
He tilts his head, one eye squinting. “You’ve been imagining all
the dirty things I’d do to you?”
“Seriously? That’s all you heard?” I huff out a breath, blowing a
strand of my long hair off my face. “Yes, I have. I figured you had big wedding
night sex plans. I’d hoped they’d have nothing to do with discussions about
pumping milk.”
He sifts his thick fingers through my hair and cups my head. “Oh
I do, baby.” He doesn’t close his eyes as he drops small kisses all over my
face. “And they start with”—more kisses—“a long bath in that
Jacuzzi.”
I suck in a breath and lean to see behind him and into the
bathroom. “We have a Jacuzzi?”
He scoops me up, and I squeak in surprise as he moves us into a
bathroom that’s as large as our living room with marble everything, a his and
her shower with glass walls, and—holy crap—a tub for four that buts
up to a huge glass window overlooking the Las Vegas Strip.
He places me down at the edge of the tub and moves to plug it and
run the water. I can’t help but eat up the visual of his body as he leans his
bare torso around to twist and turn nobs, searching for the perfect combination
of hot and cold. His muscles roll beneath his smooth skin, and his side tattoos
draw my eyes, reminding me of the first time we made love: the first time Blake
showed me that he owned my body as much as he owned my heart, even if I wasn’t
aware of it yet.
He stands me up and drags my panties down so I can step out of
them. He holds my hand, and I step into the warm water before dropping down and
sinking in up to my neck.
“You look good enough to eat in there, Mouse.” His eyes cast a
glow of pure sexual heat as he watches me while unbuttoning his dress pants and
then pushing them along with his boxer briefs to the floor.
My eyes widen as he moves toward me to crawl into the tub. No
matter how many times I see Blake, I’ll never get tired of his body. Strong,
powerful, and capable. A tremor of need races down my spine as he stays
standing, towering over me, his feet between my legs and just under my knees.
“Fuck, I love it when you look at me like that. I can feel your
eyes on me and love watching you plan your next move.”
He knows me so well. I blush, thankful that the warm water
already has my face flushed. My hand moves to his hard-on without me telling it
to, and I stroke him with wet hands. His hips jerk into my touch, and I bring
my second hand up to join the first.
Mesmerized, I watch as he tightens and swells with every long,
firm glide of my hands. His legs slightly open, he rocks into my grip but sucks
in a breath and pulls my hands off him.
I gasp at the sudden move. “What’s wrong?”
He sits down in the tub, facing me, then grabs my hips and pulls
me up to straddle his lap. I cry out in pleasure as his hard length lies
between my legs.
“Not a damn thing is wrong. Just want my wedding night to last
longer than five minutes. I need to set the bar high for a lifetime of good
sex, baby. That’s a tall order.” His arms move around and squeeze my ass while
pushing me down and up, sliding himself against me.
I brace my hands behind my back to leverage my weight, and he
continues to jack himself off against my body. His powerful arms flex as he
works us both into a frenzy, and an intense longing stirs my gut.
“Blake, I need you. Please . . .” My words dissolve on a moan as
he finds the spot that makes me crazy.
“I’m right here with you, Mouse.” His breathless growl only
pushes me farther, and I feel the tingling of my building release as it powers
between my legs.
Our breathless moans and the gentle slapping of the water fill
the room. I push up, plant my hands on his chest, and cover his mouth with
mine. Our tongues tangle together in a flurry of lips and pulls of our teeth. I
arch my back so that every push-pull of our bodies drags my nipples along his
chest.
“I’m gonna come, baby. Just like this. Not even inside you yet,
and I’m done.”
I sneak my hand around my back. On the up pass, I guide him to me
and sink down.
“Fuuuck . . .” he groans at being buried on surprise.
Unable to stop reaching for the release that is so close it feels
like a tease, I ride him hard and fast. He leans back in the bath, hands to my
hips, matching each drop with a thrust of his own.
I flatten my hands against his pecs and lock eyes with him as our
bodies take over and bring us both to the brink. My stomach tightens, thighs
quiver, and right then his hands move up to knead my breasts. “My wife.”
The mixture of possession and tender awe in his voice sends me
over the edge. Light explodes behind my eyes, and I grind down on his body. My
forehead falls to his shoulder, and I hold onto him with my teeth as the orgasm
rolls through me in wave after wave of euphoria. I’m lightheaded and panting as
I resurface. “My husband.”
The last syllable is barely out when he moves and flips me to all
fours so that I’m facing out to the brilliant Vegas skyline. Before I can even
enjoy the view, he grips my hips and slams into me from behind. I gasp at the
delicious stretch of this position and lean back, hoping to get more of him.
“So fucking perfect.” He moves, not slowly, but on a mission. “My
woman.” He thrusts and grinds, coaxing me into another orgasm. “My Mouse.” His
slick hands glide up my spine and move around to cup my breasts. “My wife.”
His teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and he groans long and heavy
into my neck. I whimper at the pleasure-pain of his bite combined with the heat
of his release. We’re both breathing hard, his chest to my back, as we come
back to ourselves.
My arms shake with the effort it takes to hold myself up and
above the water, but before I can squirm away, he pushes back to lie in the
bath and takes me with him. He positions me between his legs, and we stare out
at the city.
“What do you think of married life so far?” I flick the glassy
surface of the warm water, a huge ass smile on my face.
“It’s exactly what I thought it’d be. Wish I could’ve convinced
you to do it sooner.”
I shrug and run my hands up and down his powerful thighs. “The
best things come to those who wait.”
“I believe that.” His voice has taken on a serious tone. He grabs
my chin to tilt my face to the side forcing my eyes to his. “I’d have waited
forever. Swear to God if I’d known back then that everything I had to go
through would one day bring me here, to our wedding night, naked and wrapped
around you like this, I’d gladly do it all again. I’d walk through hell and
back if it meant the rest of my life with you.”
A single tear races down my cheek, but before it hits the water,
he hooks it with his finger and sucks it into his mouth. “Happy tears.”
“Yeah.” My one word answer hitches on a soft whimper.
“And from here on out that’s all I’ll ever give you, baby.” He
snags another tear with a fingertip.
“I can’t believe I finally found you.” After Stewart and Trip, I
realized that I’d never felt real love for a man before. I wouldn’t have known
it even existed if I hadn’t seen in in the eyes of other couples. But then I
met Blake and I knew. This kind of love isn’t a fairy tale meant for dreamers
or stuck in the pages of books. It’s real, all-consuming, and soul deep, and now,
here, lying in the arms of my husband, I’ve never felt more convinced. “You’re
my true love. My first and only true love, Blake.”
“And you’re mine.” He brings my hand to his lips and slides soft
kisses against my skin. “First . . . and last.”
The End
First I want to thank God who gave me the imagination to create
stories and the ability to tell them.
Thank you to my husband and my children who inspire my
characters more than I’ll ever admit to.
I want to thank all the girls (and boy) in The Fighting Girls
Fun Cage on Facebook. Not a day goes by where I don’t pop in there and leave
feeling so full of love and hope. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Evelyn Johnson, your support and friendship have been my
anchor. This adventure has been so much fun with you at my side. Here’s to more
in 2015!
Amanda “PIMA” Simpson, thank you for being my sounding board,
my graphic artist, but most importantly my friend. I don’t know where I would
be without you, and not a day goes by that I’m not overwhelmed with gratitude
for everything you’ve taught me and continue to do for my business.
Thank you to
Theresa
Wegand Proofreading & Editing
for sticking with me through five books
now. I’m looking forward to your perfecting many more of my books in the
future. It’s so much fun working with you.
My books would be crap if it weren’t for the expertise of The
Sexy Six Critter Crew: Cristin “Spice” Harber, Claudia “Dia” Handel, Sharon
“Shex” Cermak, Racquel “Rox” Reck, and Nicola “Nic” Layouni. If this writing
thing ended tomorrow, we’d make one kickass crew of commando ninja PI warriors.
Love you girls.
To Elizabeth Reyes for being a guiding force, thank you. I
can’t believe here I am, five books later, and none of it would’ve happened if
it weren’t for your encouragement.
Thank you to the amazing authors who inspire me every day with
their writing, positive attitudes, and their appreciation for their readers.
Thank you to everyone who has given The Fighting Series a
chance. I’ll never be able to express adequately how much your faith in my
writing means to me.
JB Salsbury, New York Times Best Selling author of the Fighting
series, lives in Phoenix, Arizona, with her husband and two kids. She spends
the majority of her day as a domestic engineer. But while she works through her
daily chores, a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible
obstacles claws away at her subconscious, begging to be released to the page.
Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media
Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at
the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to sink her free time into
novel writing.
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