Chapter 17: Celebration
You ever wonder if the brothers look at the calendar and think, it’s Thursday, we should have a party. – Camille
Molly was the one driving them home, and Taz was grateful. The doctor at the fight had treated her injuries and told her to check in with her regular doctor. She had agreed and wondered what his opinion would be if he knew that her regular doctor was now a retired special forces medic who was a physician’s assistant. When Dee wasn’t available, she went to Dom, a dominatrix. And
rumored assassin.
She had a severe aversion to doctors. An even larger one to hospitals Too much of her childhood had been spent in one.
Tonight’s fight was her first real win. No title or belt. But a real win Not by points or disqualification, as her previous wins had been. This one was by a KO. She was sore. Bruised. Tender. Excited. Thrilled. Tired.
Riffraff woke up Taz as she slept on his shoulder when the SUV pulled to a stop at the gate to the compound. Slowly she sat up and stretched. Then she groaned and regretted the movement. Desperately, she needed a shower and a liniment rubdown.
Molly pulled in and stopped near the door. Priscilla jumped out and ran inside before the three adults could. Riffraft got out and handed the duffel bag to Molly. He then offered a hand to Taz and helped her to get out. Gently holding her against him, he kissed
her.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Smiling up at him, she replied, “I couldn’t have done it without all of you guys.”
“Come on. They’re going to want to see their champion.”
“I just want a shower, a rubdown and sleep.” She admitted.
“I’m more than willing to help with all three of those.” He pulled her towards the door and inside where she was greeted with
cheers.
A celebratory beer was pressed into her hand and Riffraff felt her tense. He quickly took it and a deep drink of it before handing the half empty bottle back into her hand.
“Just keep it in your hand, as long as they see you have one, they most likely will not give you another ear. She nodded and continued to smile.
murmured next to her
He was right, no one tried to give her another beer. She was grateful for that too. At some point, Knuckles arched an eyebrow at the bottle and she simply shook her head no. It took nearly an hour before they made it to the third floor.
“Which room are we sleeping in tonight?” Riffraff asked as they stood in the hall between the two rooms, her duffle bag over his
shoulder.
“We?” Taz’asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“We.” He confirmed. “I promised to help with a shower, a rubdown and sleep.”
“I guess yours. You have a TV.” She stepped to his door and waited for him to unlock and open the door. Once inside she turned to face him and found her mouth being attacked by his.
After several tense moments, he lifted his head and they were both breathless. “I’m not going to ask for more than what you want to give. I’m not going to lie; I would love to taste your pussy. I want to bury my cock in you and fuck you until you forget your name. But I’m not going to push for anything. You’re in charge. You tell me what you want, how much you want.”
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“Why?” she asked softly.
“Why? Why am I not just taking what I want? Convincing you that you want me to fuck you?” she nodded her head to his question. “It’s a long story, but let’s just say that if I were to do either of those, my grandmother would kick my ass.”
Taz gave a small laugh and Riffraff smiled at her.
“Picturing some blue haired woman beating me with a purse or a rolling pin?”
“Yes.” She said unable to hold back her laughter.
“Replace it with a cast iron skillet hot off the stove.” Her eyes widened at that statement. He simply grinned. “My grandfather hit her once, and only once, during their marriage. She hit back with a cast iron skillet she was cooking scrambled eggs in.”
“I think I like your grandmother.” Taz said unable to stop the laughter that escaped.
He rested his forehead on hers. “Good. She wants to meet you.”
“When?”
“Whenever you want.” He gave her a light kiss before turning and guiding her towards the bathroom. “But for now, a shower.”
“Are you going to join me?” Taz asked stepping into the bathroom.
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Chapter 18: Bathroom Counter
Scrapper, what goes on between them is none of your fucking business. Piss off. – Spider
“Are you going to join me?”
“Only if you want me to.” Riffraff answered.
Biting her lip, Taz contemplated. It was tempting. But she was not sure if she was ready for that yet. If they were in the shower together, she was pretty sure that she knew where it would lead to.
“I said no sex until I won. I didn’t win on points tonight. I won.”
“You did.” He agreed. “How about a compromise?”
“You compromise on sex?”
“I compromise on a lot of things. I was raised in a house full of women. I know when to admit defeat.”
“Are you admitting defeat?”
“You let me taste you, and I’ll call it a win.” He said softly as he undid her belt and jeans. They were pushed down to her knees before he effortlessly lifted her onto the bathroom counter. Kneeling before her, he removed her boots and then her jeans the rest of the way. Movement caused him to look up and see her pulling off her shirt.
Standing between her legs he looked at her body. Tight and strong. Bruised and weak. And all for his appreciation. Taz reached up and started to push his cut off. Quickly, it was shrugged off and hung up on the hook on the back of the door. She pulled his white t–shirt out of his waistband and then off of him.
Giving in to her urge, she ran her hands up his chest and then down to his pants. Her fingers started to undo his belt but he grabbed them and shook his head at her. Riffraff sank down to his knees while keeping his eyes on hers and his fingers around her wrists. He guided her hands to his hair before releasing them and putting his own hands on her legs.
er as he placed a kiss on Taz gasped when he lifted her slightly and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. Riffraff smile her inner thigh and then the opposite leg. The whole time he continued to watch her. Her breathing was ragged and when he pressed a kiss to the top of her slit, she stopped breathing completely.
He licked her all the way down and then back up. A soft moan escaped just before she started breathing again. Using his arms, he spread her legs a little wider and used his thumbs to open her for his tongue. Grabbing fistfuls of hair, her head rolled back and rested against the mirror.
Eye contact was broken and he closed his own eyes as he began to devour her. Swirling his tongue around her nub, Riffraff slipped a finger inside before closing his lips on her nub. Taz sighed in pleasure and he hummed against her.
“Riff.”
“Let go babe.”
At his gentle urging, whispered against her core, she did just that. She released his hair and her arms fell to the counter where her hands found purchase. Relaxing, her body slumped for just a moment before she arched giving into the orgasm that ripped through her. A silent scream left her throat as it curved back and her eyes and mouth opened wide in pleasured shock.
Just as she started to come back together, he slipped another finger in her. His mouth returned to her with fervor. He was taking her back up before she had even reached earth again. Two more orgasms had her slumped against the mirror, completely exhausted.
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Riffraff stood up and shifted Iris hand so that the only part that was but was his thumb. And that was now toying with the over sensitized hood. Every time that his hand slid in, additional pressure was placed on her clit. His other hand supported her neck and had her looking up at him.
“Come for me.” Riffraff demanded huskily.
Keeping her eyes on his she reached forward and undid his belt and Jeans. Taz pushed his jeans and briefs out of the way and wrapped her hand around his cock. His eyes closed and a tremor ran through his body as he fought for control. She gathered the precum off the tip and underside where his Prince Albert piercing was, and used it as a lubricant on his shaft.
He felt her other hand grab some of his hair and pulled him down to her. Their lips touched briefly and then he heard his own demand whispered back to him. “Come for me”
Groaning he took her mouth with his and increased his strokes. She matched his movements and kiss. They had to break apart to catch their breath, ragged as they were. Riffraff buried his face in her neck, nibbling on her sensitive skin, he felt her clamp down on his hand as she crested over the edge. The moan that escaped her throat, pushed him over the edge himself.
“Riff?” Taz asked softly as he continued to kiss her neck. He hummed a quick response. “What’s your real name?”
“Ugh.” He moved away and looked down at her with a grin. “I guarantee, you will not be screaming Herbert in the heat of passion.”
Giggling she buried her face against his chest. “Herbie?”
“Hell no!” he said with a chuckle. “Jasmine.” He pressed his thumb against her clit.
“Round two?” Taz asked pressing her lips to his neck.
“Hmmmm.” Riffraff contemplated but then slowly removed himself from her. “It would be nice. But you need a shower and a rubdown.”
“What kind of rubdown?” she trailed her fingers up his chest.
“God, babe, you are one hell of
temptation.”
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