Her lips parted to release a yelp of hopeless desire and relief. The question in his eyes wasn’t going to be answered in words. Ivy joined their mouths and went straight in to seek out his tongue, curling around it, she tickled his muscle with hers. Losing herself in the emotion and sensation that accompanied this kiss, she didn’t consider the future, it was the past she thought about.
If their hand hadn’t been forced by circumstance then they were probably both stubborn enough that they would never have gotten into a proper relationship. Under other circumstances, they’d have danced around each other, goading and lying, neither willing to relent first and admit the potency of their desire, just like they had in that Vegas alleyway.
‘You’re staying,’ she exhaled into his throat. ‘This is your last chance, tough guy. If you let me walk away again—‘
‘Never gonna happen, you’re my prisoner.’
‘Or maybe you’re mine,’ she said, throwing her arms around him and locking their mouths together again.
The kiss only got faster, more desperate and hungry, his hands on her body and his lips on her skin didn’t alleviate the need burning in her crotch. The thick length of his erection teased her, pressing the path of its intended raid outside of her body when it should be charging into her.
He had already opened his jeans, so getting him out of his underwear was easy. Peeling her own aside, she was about to guide him in, when his hands stopped roaming and he moved her away from the door.
Fearful he was going to take her to the desk, where they’d be on view, Ivy stopped all action and tried to speak. Dax’s tongue passed her lips and muffled her words, which went unheard and forgotten when he took them down to the floor.
Ivy had to give him brownie points. If he started pounding into her on that door, the noise would carry into the echoing cavern that was the garage and her colleagues would have a second-by-second performance to listen to.
Keeping them by the door, so that no one could walk through it and interrupt them, Dax laid her on the floor and pulled off his tee-shirt, stuffing it behind her head and guiding the end of it around and into her mouth.
‘Things could get rough,’ he smiled. ‘You keep it down.’
Spitting out the tee-shirt tail he’d intended to dampen her screams, she grinned up at him. ‘I have to make some noise. How else will they know how well-trained you are in pleasuring me?’
‘I’m trained?’
‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘You’re the perfect husband now, my evil plan worked.’
‘Shame that mine didn’t. You’re untrainable, Minx, and still don’t know when to keep that mouth shut.’
‘I know when to keep it shut, I just elect not to.’
‘No one tells you what to do or how to be.’
‘That’s right,’ she said, tightening her arms around the back of his neck to bring his mouth into close alignment to hers. ‘But you’ve got a long time ahead of you to try it, tough guy. You better use your time wisely.’
‘I intend to,’ he said, consuming her mouth, sating her passion and reminding her that fate can’t be battled. Its plan may not be what you first think it is, but life will always turn out the way it’s supposed to in the end.
Fighting Back
By
Scarlett Finn
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter One
For weeks, Dax and Ivy hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the Stark family or anyone from Dax’s former life. That had changed this morning. Dax had been talking to Blaser, his new friend and boss, in the parking lot of their apartment complex when Ivy’s hand landed on his abs. He wouldn’t have minded his wife copping a quick grope, except gratuitous fondling wasn’t what caused her to make the connection, she wasn’t even looking at him.
Dax followed her line of sight to see what had her transfixed and was stunned to see a long black limo on the perimeter. It held the attention of the group of residents loitering in the parking lot, but Dax knew why that car was here. Such a show of opulence meant only one thing: the Stark family had come to town.
His assumption was proven correct when the driver left the vehicle and rounded it to open the back door. Brad Stark emerged, buttoning his suit jacket, and he fixed Dax in his sights. Dax despised being a participant in any spectacle and so crossed the apartment complex parking lot in hopes of putting an end to it.
Still shielded by the open limo door, Brad stood with his head held high, proud of the garish display. As irksome as he found it, Dax wouldn’t reveal how the exhibition bothered him, so sauntering up, Dax paid no attention to the chauffeur standing at the head of the open door. Coming to a stop, with the car door in between them, Dax said nothing and waited for Brad to explain himself.
‘Care to take a ride?’ Brad asked, without removing his shades.
The gathering of residents remained outside the apartment building that he’d been living in with Ivy since he tracked her down here about a month ago. Making a scene wasn’t part of his agenda, so he granted Brad’s request with a single nod. The driver moved aside to let Dax follow Brad into the car, then closed the door behind them.
Dax chose the seat opposite Brad, with his back to the screen covered driver’s area. Neither of them spoke until the car began moving.
‘You need to come home,’ Brad said.
‘If that’s why you’re here you can save your breath and your gas,’ Dax said. ‘The answer is no.’
‘I didn’t ask. I told you, you’re coming home.’
‘What are you going to do? Drive me to the airport? Sorry, no ID.’
‘Brought a jet, it’s waiting on a private airstrip.’
His first thought was for Ivy. If he got on a jet with Brad, then California was their destination. If he didn’t get on the jet, then Brad would keep coming back for him until he got his way, and Ivy might get caught in the crossfire. Resigning himself to the fact that he would end up complying with Brad’s request, didn’t mean that he would give up without protest.
‘You have to give me something, a reason,’ Dax said. ‘You and Tryst miss me so bad that you had to chase me down?’ Brad and Trystan Stark were Maurice Stark’s sons, and they had been sort of surrogate brothers to him through the years.
‘Mauri wants to see you, it’s important.’
‘Sure it is,’ Dax said. ‘I told you I didn’t give a fuck and that hasn’t changed. I’m not interested in Maurice Stark, or you and your brother anymore.’
‘Still with Dune?’
‘It’s Harrow,’ Dax said, correcting Brad’s use of Ivy’s maiden name.
‘Oh that’s right, you married the woman you were supposed to be training for Trystan… You’re lucky he didn’t kill you for that stunt.’
If this was a different environment, Dax might have laughed. ‘If he wants to start something, he obviously knows where I am, tell him to come and visit. Ivy might even cook.’
‘You are still with her,’ Brad said. ‘Serg said that you were, but I’ve got to say, I didn’t believe it.’
Serg was one of Mauri’s henchmen and a one-time close associate of Dax’s. ‘We’re married,’ Dax said. ‘You think I’d have fucked around on the family if I wasn’t sure she was the only female I wanted?’