Blood & Fists: Bare-knuckle Series #1 Read online

  Even though she was busy running the family business, she always made time for all of us. One day, I just decided to leave and ran away. Step-dad didn’t care and my mother was more concerned about her career than her only son running away from home.”

  Olivia shook her head, “Jesus.”

  “So I ran away to the only place I’d known love, friendship, and loyalty. Roisin tried talking and reasoning with my mother, but it was futile. I don’t know what was said, but she came back and told me I was a Driscoll now. I had a family, I was home. It was one of the happiest days of my life.”

  Olivia’s voice shook with anger, “Your other mother, is she still alive?”

  “Oh yes, she popped out a few kids with my step-dad and got her coveted dream job. I tried to connect with her when we got married, but she didn’t want to try to connect with me. I believe her exact words were ‘You were a mistake.’ I’ve peeked in on her a few times over the years, from a distance.”

  Olivia paused, looking confused, “Why from a distance?”

  “I shouldn’t be …” Peter muttered. He gave a bitter laugh, “That career my mother was so determined to have was with the Chicago Police Department.”

  Olivia covered her mouth in shock. Peter chuckled and interlocked his fingers with hers, “Now, she’s one of the top captains in the city. Funny thing is, she’s also one of the most corrupt. We have so much dirt on her that she doesn’t dare to try and investigate us.”

  “How long will you be gone?” she asked as the hot water ran through her hair and cascaded down her sore body. Peter pressed his lips to her wet forehead, “If everything goes accordingly, no more than three days.” She kneaded her shoulder and pushed against him, letting the water spray down on them both.

  Peter wrapped his arms around her and whispered, “I’ll be back before you know it. I was thinking, when I get back, there’s a fantastic sushi place near here that I love eating at, maybe one night we can go out to eat there.”

  She batted her wet lashes, “First, are you asking me out on a date Mr. Driscoll? Second, I might not be able to cook shit but I can make sushi and a full blown Japanese dinner like it's nobody’s business. So, save all that hard earned money and let me cook for you.”

  He traced her lips with the tips of his fingers. She wrapped her arms around him and met his lips.

  “To answer your question, you bet it’s a date. And second, I love that idea. Promise me that you’ll cook naked?”

  “I can’t promise that, honey. Oils, sauces, steam, hot things, you know?”

  His hands gripped her ass as he nuzzled her neck, “If you get any sauce on you, I’ll happily lick it off for you.”

  Olivia moaned pushing up against his erection, “Baby, don’t start anything if you aren't willing to finish.” He squeezed her breast and brushed his thumb over her nipple. Kissing his way towards the taut nipple, he whispered against her chest, “Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll fucking finish.”

  With his other hand, he pushed his fingers inside her. She braced her arms between the shower door and the stone tile, gasping as he teased her nipple with his tongue. She watched with heavy lids as he sucked and teased her pussy. She smiled down at him.

  “This is the second time today, are you trying to make up for the time you’ll be gone or make spank bank memories for when you have to go to bed alone for the next few days?”

  Getting on his knees, Peter smirked up at her and said, “A little bit of both.”

  Olivia ran her fingers through his wet hair, spreading her legs so he could finger her and tongue her clit. He groaned as he tasted her, savoring her taste as she tightened around his fingers. She began panting and shut the shower off. He stopped and looked up at her. She motioned for him to follow her out.

  Dripping water everywhere, she walked a few steps over to the sink and placed her hands on the porcelain countertop. He came up behind her, stroking his cock. He watched as she bent over and put two of her fingers inside her.

  “I’m so wet for you.”

  He bit his lip and smacked her ass. His cock was teasing her lips and entrance, she moaned and pushed back against him. He smacked her ass again, causing bright red spots in the form of his hand to appear.

  “Whose are you?”

  “Oh fuck. Yours.”

  He smacked her other butt cheek, “Whose?”

  “Yours.”

  Groaning and digging his fingernails into her hips, he thrusted inside her quick and rough.

  “Damn right you are. When you’re alone in our bed these next few days and missing me. Just remember this,” she watched his face in the mirror as he thrusted in and out of her, “and who you belong to.”

  Our bed.

  Their eyes met in the mirror as he pounded harder, water droplets dripping from his body onto her back and ass. She reached between her legs and teased her swollen clit. His thrusting became faster, digging his fingernails into her hips. Moaning and panting, “Fuck, baby, I’m close, so close. Yes, cum in me Peter. Oh please, fuck me harder!”

  “Yes! Oh god,” she screamed as her muscles pulsed and her orgasm shot through her, making her legs shake and her back arch. Her pussy became slick with her juices and Peter began to moan as her walls contracted around his cock.

  “Fuck, baby, I can’t hold it, I’m … oh fuck …”

  Panting, he pumped harder and grabbed her hips. She moaned, feeling his warm liquid fill her between her legs. They stood motionless while catching their breath. Peter placed a small kiss between her shoulder blades before pulling out of her. Olivia stood and leaned over, unrolling some toilet paper and wiping up his cum from between her legs.

  Still coming down from her orgasm, she found wiping him from between her legs was making her throb and ache to go another round. He pulled her close as she threw the toilet paper into the trash can. They kissed, wrapping their arms around each other. Peter moved her up against the porcelain counter.

  Olivia grinned causing their kiss to break, “We really should stop taking showers together.”

  14

  He’d given her the building passcodes, a spare key, and told the doorman, Max, that she was with him. Peter also had given her her winnings from the fight the other night. She finally had her own money to get whatever she wanted. The first morning he was gone, Olivia did an inventory of his kitchen and made a list of everything she would need for their Japanese dinner night. Peter kept her on her toes, so now that he was gone, she got bored really fast. She occupied her time with television, yoga, or sparring at the gym with Dux and Batista.

  The temperature in Chicago was climbing up to 90 degrees by mid-morning on the second day Peter was gone. After a restless sleep, Olivia threw on a tank top and jeans, grabbed a wad of cash, and headed out to do a little shopping and enjoy the city. Max summoned a cab for her and she headed towards North Michigan Avenue.

  The cab driver dropped her off near Oak Street. Olivia squinted at the bright sun and looked around the area full of boutiques and clothing stores. Car horns blared as people walked to and from high-end stores with stuffed shopping bags.

  Shading her eyes, Olivia looked up and down the street, taking in everything. She made a mental note to get sunglasses, the sun was making her eyes hurt. Several of the storefronts had changed since she’d last been here with her mother and sister eight years ago. Clenching her jaw, she pushed her happy memories of them away. Olivia swiped at her eyes, she wouldn’t cry over dead memories.

  Squaring her shoulders, she strolled west a few blocks. Peeking in a storefront window every now and then to look and giggle at the newest trendy overpriced handbags and shoes.

  Her steel blue eyes roamed down the street, hoping the specific convenience shop she was looking for would still be there. Spotting the neon-lighted window of the shop, she opened the large glass door and stepped in. She gave a polite smile and nod to the elderly woman behind the counter and spotted a large display of phones.

  Olivia grabbed a pay-by- the-min
ute phone and two calling cards to cover the hours she’d need to make her phone call. Several customers moved around, casually looking for paper products or snacks while cooling off from the heat outside.

  Purchasing a small keychain pocket knife along with the phone, she stepped outside and cut open the thick plastic that guarded the phone. Tossing the sharp plastic in a trash can that reeked of vomit, she set up the phone as she began walking back towards the high end shops and side-stepped into an alley that was nearby. The phone Peter had given her vibrated in her pocket. She stopped setting up the burner phone and glanced down reading the texts from Peter.

  Olivia slid the phone back into her pocket before she dialed a number from memory on the burner phone. Listening for a loud click, she entered in a four digit number before listening for two beeps and hanging up. Now, she had to wait. She pulled out her other phone and answered Peter’s text.

  She glanced to the left and to the right of where she stood in the alleyway, making sure she was alone. It was cooler in the shade of the buildings but only by a few degrees. She yawned and stared at the burner phone in her hand, waiting for it to ring. A few seconds later, it began to vibrate. Olivia stepped from view into a brick doorway, away from the eyes of the pedestrians on the street. Hitting the Talk button, she answered, “Hey. It’s me.”

  Olivia spent the next hour and a half on the burner phone before crushing it under her foot and throwing pieces of it in random trash cans along North Michigan Avenue. Nerves and a rumbling stomach made her blood sugar drop and her hands start to shake. Olivia stared at her shaking hands as she threw the last pieces of the phone away and looked around for a place to grab food.

  She was too focused on the news she’d heard on the phone to realize she was starving. Spotting a posh cafe she ducked in and ordered a sandwich. A small table of older socialites stared at her while she waited for her order at the counter.

  Olivia felt their eyes on her, judging her every detail. She gave them a frosty look. She inclined her head and raised her chin. She heard the lady behind the counter call her name and reached for her food. She gave the group of socialites a wink as she walked to a single table by a large window that faced the sidewalk and busy street. Frowning, she replayed the phone conversation in her head and watched the tourist and shoppers walk by without a care in the world.

  With her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hand, her thoughts drifted to the old woman and Tokyo. A clatter of dishes shook Olivia from the past and back into the present. She felt her food coma kicking in, making her start to feel tired. She stood and dropped off her empty dishes at the counter, tipping the cashier who took her order and had made her food. The heat and humidity was stifling when she stepped outside. She began to walk back north and stopped in a few stores, buying a few things including sunglasses. Hailing a cab, she told the driver the address to her favorite lingerie shop on West Belmont Avenue.

  Olivia paid the driver and surveyed the exterior of the shop. She prayed the shop would be air conditioned. Trying on sexy lingerie while sticky with sweat wasn’t her idea of a good time. Smiling at the displays of corsets, sex toys, and lingerie when she entered the shop, Olivia was ready to drop all of her money here. She browsed several racks of lace thongs and bras, grabbing several that she had already made up her mind to get. With an enormous grin on her face, Olivia thought of how Peter would react to her purchases.

  Her stomach lurched with excitement when her eyes fell on the enormous display of stilettos. She wanted all of them, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to carry that much back to Peter’s place with her. Olivia settled on two pairs, juggling them along with an armful of panties and bras and made her way to the back of the store where the dressing rooms were.

  She slipped on a purple and black lace bra and panty set with a pair of black stilettos. She’d missed the feeling of lace against her skin. Pulling out her phone, she blushed typing out a text to Peter.

  With her wavy blonde hair framing her face, she looked over her shoulder into the mirror and took a picture. Her stomach did somersaults as she hit send. She imagined his looking down at the photo while he was out with some London boss and unable to explain his erection. She giggled and slid out of the purple and put on the red and black lace thong and bra. She took another picture. Her phone buzzed.

  She grinned at his response and sent the next picture.

  Olivia giggled again and covered her mouth. Her phone vibrated.

  Her body ached, missing his touch. Still naked, she got on her knees and spread her thighs. She switched to the video function and hit record. She recorded herself as she fingered her pussy and showed him her wetness sticking between her fingers. She hit stop on the video recording and wiped her fingers on her leg. Grinning, she typed a few lines to Peter.

  A few minutes passed before her phone vibrated again and she saw he’d sent her a video. The dressing room temperature shot up a million degrees. His suit pants were undone and he was stroking his shaft slowly as the pad of his thumb slowly moved around his swollen head. She bit her lip to stifle her primal growls.

  The volume was down on her phone but the phone was close enough to her face that she could hear men in the bathroom talking. She made sure to save the video to her phone for future use. She sent her video attached with a few lines.

  A couple more minutes passed before she received another video. It looked like he had wedged the phone between his chin and chest so he could free up his other hand. He was stroking his cock fast, gripping himself tight as he teased his shaft and head with his thumb. In his other hand he held some toilet paper, ready to catch his cum. Olivia moaned and played with her nipples. Her body became tense as she watched his breath hitched and hips thrusted as he came, cum shooting from the tip of his cock. She bit her tongue, her blue eyes twinkling.

  Sliding out of the red and black set, Olivia grabbed a neon blue bra from her try-on pile. Her phone vibrated with a response from Peter.

  15

  Olivia frowned at the piece of lint moving across the gym floor as she did push ups. That little piece of lint was really starting to piss her off. Sweat beaded across her forehead and clung to her tank top. Annoyed, she wanted Peter to be home. Time was standing still. She needed him in their bed, curled up next to her.

  Home. Our bed.

  His plane was due to land late tonight and she was having a hard time occupying her time until then. She stopped and rolled on to her back and stared up at the ceiling. Catching her breath and wiping sweat from her brow, she looked over at Dux doing bicep curls in the corner. She sat up and looked over at the clock in the corner. It'd been 4:03 pm for the past twenty minutes. Irritated, she stomped over to a well-worn punching bag dangling a few feet away.

  Concerned, Dux stopped his bicep curls and looked over at her. Planting one foot forward, she jabbed and punched the bag until her knuckles began to bleed. Drenched in sweat, Dux walked over and held the swinging punching bag as Olivia jabbed at it with her bloodied fists.

  “You ok?”

  Olivia looked over at him and nodded, “Just trying to kill time. It’s going so slow since … since he’s not here.”

  Dux gave a small smile, “Ah yes. I know the feeling. My lady works nights at the hospital downtown, it’s pure torture waiting for your loved one to get home to you, safe and sound.”

  Olivia’s punches were moving closer to Dux’s shoulder as his grip tightened around the punching bag. Breathless, her eyes looked back at Dux, “I never said I was in love with him.” Her right fist missed Dux’s shoulder by an inch. Dux looked down at the near miss and grinned.

  “Deny it all you want, but I’ve know Pete since I was fifteen. I know what I see. I don’t know why everyone is in denial about their feelings when it comes to love. Love is awesome!”

  He paused for a few moments, letting his words sink in. Olivia stopped punching and looked down at her knuckles. Dux tapped the bag, “You should get those knuckles wrapped up before they get infecte
d. Make sure to sanitize this and wipe it down before you leave.”

  Olivia nodded in silence, lost in her emotions. Dux walked away, digging out his phone from his bag. He stepped out the back door of the gym to call Alicia. With her hair sticking to her face, Olivia walked over to her duffle bag and wrapped her knuckles with some gauze. Out of habit, she glanced over at Peter's office, expecting it to be dark. Except it wasn't. A man in a dark black suit with dark red hair was sifting through some papers on Peter's desk.

  Moving with caution and a hard scowl on her face, Olivia folded her arms and leaned against the doorway. She had an inkling that Ronan would show up sooner or later. She watched the hotheaded heir to Clan Driscoll as he scribbled notes down on a sticky note.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  Not looking up at her, Ronan smiled.

  “Ye, must be Olivia. Pete never shuts up about ye.”

  Olivia couldn't help but smile at that.

  “You must be Ronan. Nice to finally put a face with the name.”

  Ronan gave a half-hearted smile as he looked up at her, taking her all in. The curves, her knuckles wrapped in gauze, the strong steel blue eyes. His brother was the luckiest man alive. He wasn’t going to lie, he was a little jealous. Ronan folded up a piece of paper he was looking at and put it in his pocket.