The Fight Club (18 page)

Chapter 10

Nikki

“Thanks for dropping me off,” I waved good-bye to Carrie. She had helped me in shopping for last three hours. I needed those three hours to channel my anger into something I liked.

“Anytime, ”she shouted and drove away. She was getting late for her date.

“Welcome,” Tristan said, as I hopped into his house from the backyard window. I could have just knocked on the front door, but I liked this way better.

The sculpted man was already in his boxing shorts and t-shirt, doing some push-ups. He smiled at me and pushed down, still looking in my eyes. His biceps expanded and then contracted, mesmerizing me in the process. I felt heat warming my body as I looked in his deep black eyes. My mind drifted to last night and my sex tightened automatically. I remembered his touch across my nipples and my back; I remembered his hold on my waist. I breathed hard; he was going to touch me again while training and that felt naughty…and I couldn’t wait.

“You can change in my bedroom,” he said, still doing his push-ups.“Don’t worry. There aren’t any spiders.” He gave me a mischievous smile. Maybe it was just a one-time thing for him, but he invaded my dreams with the small accident that happened last night. I wondered how the night went for him, was he disturbed at all?

In a few minutes, I had changed into track pants and a sports t-shirt. When I went back to exercise room, he looked at me, his jaw dropping. I had wondered if my t-shirt was too tight and now I knew it was, according to where his eyes were stuck.

“Shall we start, if you’ve finished with your measurements?”Now it was my turn to tease him.

He looked away, his face turning dark. I giggled.“If you are going to be so conscious about my body, then how are you going to train me?” I pushed him further. I wanted him to be normal and teach me the best he could.

“I'm sorry.” He looked back at me, but this time I could see the strict instructor in him, “Let’s start. How is your physical fitness, overall?”

“Try me.”

“Hit the ground for fifty push-ups,” he said with a wicked smile, like he was sure I couldn't do it.

It was hard. I'd never done that many push-ups at one time, but I had to do it that day. After twenty-five, I was all sweaty and panting heavily, in pain. My shoulders were shaking like anything and my chest was heaving in a way it never had. And beyond that, my hands were completely sore.

“If you take a break now, you won’t make it to the end.” His tone had changed; he was surely mocking me.

I took another breath and then started again. I was going to prove to him that women are tough, too.

“Forty.” I paused for a while.“Ten more.” I pushed myself again. Now I couldn't feel my hands anymore.

“Forty-five.” I went down, and while coming up I lost my control. The next moment I was face down on his carpet.

“Come on, you can't be weak now. Just five more.“ He cheered me up. his tone had changed again, and this time he sounded sincere.

A few moments later, “Forty-nine.” I got down and again I couldn't come up. Then I felt his hand below my stomach; he was supporting me.

“Come on, Nikki, one more.”

With all my might, I pushed myself up on my hands and then down, and I dropped in my own sweat. I laid down with my hands in V shape to my body and my one cheek resting on the ground. I was exhausted and drained of energy. I felt like my hands were not attached to my shoulders anymore.

“Come on, get up. Don't just show me your ass,” he shouted at me.

I rolled on my back, looking at him. He was stretching himself on a medicine ball.

“Are you kidding me? Do I look like an Amazon like in the movies?” I had no energy left to do any more push-ups or even stand on my own two feet. My lower back was hurting like a hundred-pound man had just danced on it.

“You know why your hands are hurting more than they should?” He placed his hands to either side of my shoulders and looked into my eyes… I was drowning in his alluring eyes again.

“Why?” My lips parted without my brain registering what he meant.

He dropped on his hands over me, his lips were just a few inches away from me. If I'd lifted my head by just a few inches, I could have easily kissed him.

He jumped in the air, still being in plank position and landed next to me. His sculpted triceps were pumped up and every cut of his muscles was visible.

“Because you were doing it wrong.” He pushed himself down and he went back up. He did fifty push-ups quickly, and his body moved like none I’d ever seen. It was like a musical note becoming visible while coming out of the piano, but this time it was the perfect body of a man. With an utter ease of motion, he was going down and then coming up.

His dark black hair was tied into a ponytail and his face was straight ahead, looking at the ground. He didn't move his eyes from that single spot until he was done with fifty push-ups. His back was straight and his legs were fixed in one straight line. It was like watching someone doing exercise on a television show.“Now stand up. I'm going to teach you a basic kick today,” he ordered.

“I can't, I don't have the strength.”

He jumped to his feet, bent over me and, with ease, pulled me up by holding my shoulders.

“Ridiculous,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Am I so light that you can pick me up like a feather”

“Nope, it’s the technique. I’ll teach you that someday.”

I was exhausted, but his touch sent tingles through my body, like a musician’s hand plays a tune with his instrument, a divine tune. With great effort, I stood on my own legs and tried to balance myself in one position, but it was harder than I expected. I couldn’t believe that my own legs and lower back were betraying me. My body was screaming in pain.

He stood in front of me, looking at me up and down. He sighed, and said, “I know you are done for the day, but you have to learn this one kick before ending our session. Just follow me.” He balanced himself on his left leg and stretched his right leg away from his body and then, folding his leg in at the knee, he kicked sideways.

It looked so easy when he did it like that. I thought I could do it easily, but when I tried to balance on one leg, my other leg gave out and the next moment, I was in Tristan's arms. He had reached out as I fell, and saved me from falling hard on the ground.

“Let me help you again. Concentrate, this time.” He went to my back and held me close to him, with one hand on my belly. His touch ignited a desire inside me, a dark desire I never thought I would have. I sucked in a breath as his other hand grabbed my right thigh; his hand was touching my inner thigh and that was the most action I had gotten in a whole year. I felt my sex tighten as his hand moved on my thighs. I shrugged as his groin brushed against my ass from behind.

“Keep your butt tight and balance on one leg.” His hand pushed hard on my belly.“I said tighten your butt, don’t keep it loose.” His mouth was very close to my ear as he gave me instructions ,and my body was shattering with every breath. The woman in me was crying for his touch and was battling with the urge to turn around and kiss him.

And then something happened; he must have realized the charge between us. Suddenly, he released me and turned around.

My heart skipped a beat. I wanted him; I wanted his lips pressed on mine. I couldn't bear it anymore. I walked in front of him and looked into his eyes. He walked backwards without taking his eyes off me. I pushed him until he hit the wall, and when there was no place for him to go, I pushed my hand on his chest.

“What are you afraid of, Tristan? Are you bothered by last night's incident?”

“No, but—””

I stopped his words with a kiss. Without letting him argue, I pressed my lips on his. My urge, my desire, won. It was totally opposite of my normal character. I was usually shy in these kinds of situations, but I was desperate right then, desperate for a kiss—from him.. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips and sucking. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.

His hand moved around my waist and as his hands fell on my ass, his other hand tugged on my hair, and the next moment, he was all over me. His lips were sucking my skin, nibbling at my neck, licking my lips; he was kissing every inch of my face His hand was freely moving on my ass, grabbing it, squeezing it. When his lips finally met mine, I melted into their sweetness. It definitely wasn't the first kiss of my life, but it was absolutely the best one. I wished that it wouldn't end and sank into his hunger.

But after a brief moment, he stopped. He looked into my eyes, and I saw hunger there. He wanted me badly, but why did he stop? His hand was still on my ass. I was feeling and enjoying every touch of him, and his sudden halt struck me to the core.
Doesn't he want it, too?

“No, Nikki. Don't wake up the animal in me.”

“But I want—”

He cut me short. “Sorry, but you should go back home now.  We can meet tomorrow evening for training.” He walked away, leaving me alone, burning in my own desire.

“I'm gonna get you soon, Mr. Scott, and that's a promise,” I muttered.

Chapter 11

Nikki

That night, I couldn't  hardly sleep, even for one second. All I could think about was his lips brushing against mine, his lips brushing over every inch of my face and neck. Whenever I closed my eyes, his face, his hand, his embrace—everything aroused me.

I was like a fish struggling outside the water. He was like that, arousing and yet painfully needed. An urge to touch myself emerged sometime in middle of the night, but I couldn’t It was a need I couldn’t satisfy myself. I wanted him inside me to complete my loneliness. I wanted his hardness to fulfill my dreams. It was turning into more than just a sex wish for me, but a desire to be near him, to know him on all levels.

“I'm going to have you, Mr. Scott,” I muttered to myself a thousand times that night. “You put this fish out of water and now you are going to pay for it, Tristan.” I planned, then again planned to get him next day.  Somewhere in the wee hours, I fell asleep, but still, I woke up having only dreamt of him. With the first light of the morning, I got up and decided to visit a spa. In the bathroom, I spun naked in front of the mirror, wondering how I could make myself irresistible when I next saw him. My plan formulated, I spent four hours in the morning on myself, doing a manicure, my hair and everything I could think of to attract that manly beast. Lust and sex occupied my mind until it was time for the training.

Next, I bought one of the tightest t-shirts I could find, along with small work-out shorts. I wanted to make sure that I was using everything I had in my arsenal to my full advantage, hoping to arouse him during our training Today’s exercise had a different motive behind it for me.

Motivated by my own lust, and willing to go to any lengths to satisfy it, I pressed his doorbell.

“Surprise…”he said, opening the door  without looking at me. I waited for him to see me and fall for the effect my preparations had on him—and that’s exactly what happened. At the moment he looked at me, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. His eyes were fixed on my t-shirt and then traced the lengths of it. My first strike was successful; he was attracted without a doubt.

“What surprise, Mr. Scott?” I asked with innocent eyes. I knew he would fall for my eyes, surely.

“Nothing. Come in,” he said and turned around.

But before he did, I quickly got a glimpse of his hardness through his boxer shorts. I smiled and followed him.

Next was the workout.

“Do twenty-five push-ups today, and I want you to perform yesterday’s kick without my help.” He turned his eyes away from me as he moved a yoga mat to the floor.

What’s going on in your dirty mind, Tristan? I want to know.

“First, Tristan, I want to show you a move you can use in your stretching. It will benefit your shoulder quite a bit, and you should do it every day.” I wanted him to look at me, look at my firm breasts, my slim waistline and my rounded ass. I wanted him to look at the female in me; I wanted him to sense the raw feminine desire I was feeling. “What is it?” He finally turned back toward me.

I showed him a little variation of Half Moon, balancing on one leg and one hand and other leg and hand was pointed to the roof.

“How will it benefit my shoulders?”he asked in curiosity.

“I’ll show you. You try now.”I licked my lips, hoping he didn’t see. My motivation was to get closer to him. I wanted to touch him and feel his skin against mine.

When he balanced himself, I helped him to stretch his legs in the air. Holding onto his calves, I was completely leaning on him and pressing myself against him. I smiled; my desire was really pushing me over the edge of shamelessness, but I didn't care. My only motivation was the challenge to seduce him to the extreme, so intensely that he would bow down in front of me and ask for mercy.

“Leave it. I'll try it later. Nikki, you’d better concentrate on your training, if you really want to have one.” He scolded me like a baby and I felt the hopelessness of what I was trying to do.

A sudden desperation filled my mind; I was so frantic that I couldn’t think about my purpose, my training, or even why it had seemed so important. With him in front of me, my lust blinded me and turned me into a driven woman with one thing on her mind. I completely understood what I was doing—and that I probably shouldn’t be doing it.  It took everything I had, but I forced myself to shake it off, concentrate on what I was there for—my training. And Stephen.

I dropped down on my hands and started doing push-ups. My hand was throbbing from yesterday's exercise, but my resolve and my shame worked for me, compelling me to finish. “That's good.” Tristan was watching me while doing some yoga moves himself. “Now, do the move I taught you yesterday.”

I started balancing on one leg and kicking with other. It was hard after the push-ups, as my strength was almost gone already, but I was determined to practice it as much I could.

After fifteen minutes of practice on each leg, I could kick as per his instructions.

“That's just the basic kick. We need to continue doing this for first fifteen days so you can master this kick, and then we can start with the next basic punches.”

“What? Just the kick for fifteen days?” I wiped sweat out of my eyes. I was disappointed, by my own behavior and then by his attitude.

“Do you think I became champion in a single day?”

“Wait, what? You were champion?”

“Didn't you find that out in your investigations of me?”he asked.

“No, I didn't know that. Why did you leave MMA, then? Because of that injury?”

He looked at the horizon for few moments, like he was searching for the right words. “Just like that. I know you can find it online. Just search my name.”

“Is you’re injury that bad, that you are permanently out?” My heartfelt a twitch; it was hard to see him emotional like that. I had never searched what happened to him. Why he left MMA. I was busy thinking about my plan to use him, take his help, but I didn't know much about him as a person. My sexual attraction for him was undeniable, but now more than ever, I wished I could know him as a real person, with emotions and heart.

“I'm not allowed to play or even practice.” His voice shook a little.” It's been a year since I’ve practiced fully.”

“I'm so sorry to bring this up. It must be a difficult thing for you to talk about.” I moved closer to him, compassion and concern welling in my heard, and touched his shoulder.

“It's okay. It's been a long time.”He looked back at me. ”“I’d better go and take a shower. We can meet tomorrow again for practice.”He smiled at me and turned, heading straight to his bedroom.

I picked up my bag and walked to the door. I peeked in his bedroom; his boxing shorts were lying on the bed. I couldn’t help myself; I imagined him standing naked in the shower.
What the heck, I'm going for him.
I dropped my bag and started walking towards the bathroom.

I could hear the cascading water of the shower from outside the bathroom, and I felt a shiver run up my spine at the thought of seeing him naked and water dripping from his muscles. I wanted to suck every drop of water flowing off of his body.
What has gotten into me really? Why am I so horny?

I looked past the door that was cracked open, thinking about how good it would feel to get in the steamy shower with him. I took a deep breath, stepped out of my clothes and pushed the bathroom door, moving forward as it swung open..

Tristan had pulled his hair loose from his usual ponytail. His head was bent below the shower nozzle and his hands were resting on the wall, over his head. Every muscle of his back was glistening in the water. He looked like he’d come straight from a Hollywood magazine shoot.

I went ahead and touched his hair; it was silky smooth. I thought he would startled, but he remained calm, still his head bent down. I reached for the shampoo, wanting to run my hands through his long hair.

I lathered his hair with some shampoo. “Do you hate me for this?” I asked, sliding the shampoo onto his hair and slowly working it into a lather. He turned to me, looking into my eyes. I felt lost in his alluring eyes again. I continued massaging his scalp while he looked in my eyes. The sensation of his silken hair in my hands was wonderful, and as the suds slid down the side of his face, my hand followed, tracing his scar. I stopped and touched his jaw to feel his scar, my fingers slowly lingering there.

“It was a brutal fight outside a club when I was in college. Two people came at me with a knife. They wanted to take revenge for of the lost fight.” His voice deepened as he grabbed my neck and pulled me closer and pushed his forehead on mine, still looking in my eyes.

My head was getting wet now, but I didn't care. His touch was sending tingles all through my body. His face and his lips were inches away from me, inviting me to kiss him. I could see the water dripping from his square jaw. I closed my eyes as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my forehead. I suddenly noticed my pulse racing.

His eyes were like an endless ocean and as I looked deep into them I found no horizon, just the feeling of looking at the ocean and wondering about its end. My head was still touching his and he pulled me closer. The sudden urge to kiss him deepened in my belly, and he didn't keep me waiting for long. He stroked my lips with his fingertip that was thick and blunt. One simple stroke and I could feel it in every cell of my body, arousing a deep ache.

My legs felt weak as he touched my lips with his long, soft tongue. I had never craved anyone like him, nor had I ever felt I needed anyone’s touch like his. He was driving me crazy. But my fire remained unattended as he grabbed a towel from the glass door and wrapped it around his hips, easily letting his wet boxers slap to the floor. He grabbed another towel and covered me with it.

He covered both of my breasts and dried me. My eyes were closed, reveling in the feeling of his every touch. My hips tilted up when he started drying me between my legs. He ran the towel over the length of my legs. I felt my bones become liquid as he touched me gently between my thighs. I watched him helplessly; my desire was getting stronger, but I didn't know what he would do next.

I watched his hands rubbing the towel on my shins, a drop of water clinging to his lips. I couldn't control myself, reaching for him and pulling him toward me, sucking those lips into mine. “I'm gonna eat you alive tonight,” I whispered, while licking his lips.

“I want to eat you as my dessert,” he whispered in return. I felt we had finally connected as I withdrew my lips and looked in his eyes.

He drew his thumb along my jaw, like he was memorizing it.

Ripples shot across my body, shooting from his thumb straight to my core as he continued caressing my face, all the time watching me with his breathtaking, dark eyes.

I dropped my towel as he traced an imaginary line on my neck. My breasts heaved with his touch. Raw need streaked through my blood as he stroked his thumb up my neck and to my ear.

Suddenly, he held my face between in his palms and turned his head to pull my lips into his, sending an alert signal through my wet sex, my nipples and my whole body. My body shuddered with the emotional pressure of getting something I had needed for such a long time: a kiss from that man. My eyes closed automatically as his hand pulled my neck closer to him and his tongue dived deep inside my mouth.

I moaned and gripped his shoulder with my nails, desperately holding onto him so I couldn't crash down in into the depths of my emotional need.

He groaned and pulled me closer to him, “I want you.”

“Then take me, Tristan. Take me,” I whimpered.

My sensation sparked as his tongue dipped hard against mine and his body leaned into me. I felt alive with his touch, almost as if it was the time I did drugs—once. No, it was better than that. Infinitely better. I’d never felt so alive in my life.

He pulled me closer, my breasts flattened against his chest. It was a bit painful, but a much-needed pain. I wanted more of it so, I held his back and pulled myself onto his body. My plan, my strategy, everything vanished with one touch. I was a raw female needing a male. I wanted him so desperately that I couldn't believe the power of the emotions that flooded me in waves.

But it was more than that, here with Tristan in my arms. Yes, it was his touch and his kisses that had pushed me to the edge of an orgasm, but that wasn't the only thing I wanted. I wanted more from him—I knew it in every fiber of my being.

“I want you, Mr. Scott,” I whispered. I couldn't breathe as his fingers moved slowly, caressing my back.
Damn, he is making me crazy..

I pushed my mouth against his as he hungrily took it in. My hips were tilting and moving until one of his thighs came in between my legs, touching my sweet spot.

He gently bit and sucked on my lips, teasing me to heights I’d never known; I dug my nails down in his arms as I rubbed my sex on his thighs shamelessly. It felt so good and needed—it had been too long for me, and I had lost all control. Sensations shot up my core and I shuddered in his arms.

He looked at me with surprise and then he raised his leg so his thigh push closer to my sex. I was swept away with the physical sensations that flooded me, and I lost all control as I rode on the waves of the pleasure, my body shuddering, vibrating on those waves. It continued until eternity and with the last wave, I felt the utter shame of my body betraying me. I felt like an idiot. I had used his thighs for my own pleasure, not able to think of anything but my own needs. Turning away from his gaze, I put on my clothes and walked out of his house, too embarrassed to look back