All Chapters of Fighting Hard (Fighting For Love 1): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nick kneeled down in front of her, inserted himself between her legs, and gently took her face in his hands, avoiding the bruise on her cheek. Mia gasped, her whole body responding to his touch. Nick leaned forward and kissed her. Mia closed her eyes as his tongue ran over her lips and then slipped inside her mouth. She moaned and opened her mouth to his, her hands clutching his t-shirt.Her touch was like fire and Nick felt it even through his clothing. He wanted to be naked with her, right now. He wanted to be inside of her, those eyes gazing up at him as he nudged them both towards climax. He wanted everything.OK, slow down. This isn’t a quick drunken fuck. No rush here, Spencer.Nick pulled back for a second. “Is this OK, Mia?”“Yes.” Her lips were soft and perfect and he wanted to taste them again. “It’s definitely OK.”He ran his fingertip over her face, down her throat, stopped at the top of her dress. She shuddered as his fingers brushed her collarbone and he smiled. Her bre

“Are you trying to kill me?” she teased him.“Can you think of a better way to go?”Their eyes met, hot and wild. “Maybe not,” she said.They kissed again, more urgently this time. His cock was massive against her sex, and she reached down to pull his boxer shorts off. He kicked them on to the floor and stretched out on her again.“You are huge,” she said“You like that?” Nick said.“I love it. Come here.” She took him in both hands, stroking his length, harder and faster, and he closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to hers. He felt her pussy against his stomach and he groaned at the incredible heat radiating from her. He needed to be inside that hot, sweet place.He opened his eyes. “Mia.”“Yeah?”“I don’t want you to be offended, OK? But I brought some condoms with me tonight.”She went very still under him. “You did?”“Yeah, but not because I thought you were a sure thing or a quick fuck or anything like that.” He fumbled, trying to explain in a rush, terrified that she’d be

Mia’s first thought when she woke up the next morning was that her bed sheets seemed very hot and solid. Like a large, warm body, almost.Her eyes cracked open a bit and she found herself staring at a huge, muscled chest. She blinked and then remembered. A wave of heat and lust washed over her and she almost moaned aloud.“Good morning.”She lifted her head and stared up at Nick. His eyes were warm and sweet and he looked all tousled and roll-out-of-bed sexy. Which is exactly what he was.“Good morning,” she said. “How did you sleep?”“Like a rock. You?”“The same. You tired me out, Mia.”“Don’t complain.” She grinned. “I think you enjoyed it.”He laughed and she watched as his face lightened. “Guilty as charged.”“Yeah, I thought so.”He kissed her. “You look like a sunflower, with your hair and eyes all bright. Gorgeous.”“That’s my favorite flower, actually.”“It is?”“Yeah.”“Well, it suits you.” His eyes went to her bandage. “Hey, we need to change that. It’s coming loose.”“OK,

“So, how did a New England girl end up in Colorado?”Mia lifted her head off Nick’s chest and stared at him. “How did you know I was from New England?”“You told the doctor.”“That night at the E.R.?”“Yeah. You don’t remember?”She shook her head.He smiled. “It’s OK, babe. Nothing much about that night was worth remembering, really.”“I know.” She still hated to think about what might have happened to her if Nick hadn’t stepped in.He saw her face and pulled her in for a kiss. “OK?”“OK.”“So – New England?”“Oh. Well, I moved out here after my parents died.”“They – what?”“A car accident six years ago.”He stared down at her and thought about the smiling photos in her living room. “My God, Mia. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”She ran her finger over his strong collarbone. "I don’t talk about them much.”“Do you want to?”She took a deep breath. “I find it hard… I mean, I just miss them. Every time something good happens, I want to tell them and I can’t. It breaks my heart a bit, I t

Mia stood outside the café, shivering a bit in the winter wind. The forecast called for snow, and she sure felt it in the air.She had spent the past three weeks intensively doing research, and all her leg-work had finally paid off: just yesterday a prostitute named Goldie had told her about a former-prostitute she was still friendly with named Justine. Apparently, Justine’s boyfriend was pretty involved in the kids-for-sex trade and Justine was being forced to take part. She'd apparently refused to have anything to do with hurting kids in the beginning, and had ended up with a smashed cheekbone, dislocated shoulder, and nine stitches in her head for her insolence. Goldie asked Mia to try to convince Justine to flip on her boyfriend to the cops, to get her away from him and out of the kiddie ring for good. But Justine was terrified, too scared to even make an anonymous call to 'out' the guy and his friends. The fact that Justine had agreed to meet Mia was nothing short of a goddamn m