Fighting For a Second Chance (Fighting #1) Read Online Nikki Ash

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Fighting Series by Nikki Ash
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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After getting changed I enter the living room to find a ton of candy, popcorn, and drinks spread out across the coffee table.

“What’s all this?” I ask.

“It’s an adult movie night,” he says as he grabs a DVD from inside the entertainment center, puts it in, and comes to sit next to me. I grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and spread it across our laps as I snuggle into his side.

After skipping through the previews, the title screen comes on and I squeal in excitement like my daughter. “You remembered?” I slap him on the chest, and he laughs.

“Love and Basketball is my favorite movie!”

“I know! I remember everything you tell me, Liz. You and that girl upstairs are my world. You mean everything to me.” And swoon…

“We might be now, but I wasn’t five years ago. I told you this was my favorite back when it was just a one-night stand.”

Looking angry at what I just said, he says, “First of all, it wasn’t a one-night stand. It was a thirty-hour stand.” He’s so damn adorable.

“Second of all, I knew you were my world back then. I was just too stupid to do anything about it. I’ve never even spent the night with another woman. You were the first and you will be the last. Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it,” I say as he presses play on the movie. He may not know it yet, but he’s quickly becoming my entire world as well.

Twenty-Six

Cooper

I’m at the gym training with Kaden, but instead of training it’s more like I’m getting the shit kicked out of me. I can’t focus and it’s not my fault.

“Coop! Put your fucking hands up. How are you supposed to beat this guy if you can’t even remember how to block a simple punch?” I hate to admit it, but Kaden is right. I’m off my game and I blame the sexy woman who’s invading my every thought. My mind goes back to that first Sunday we spent together as a family when we got home from the Town Square, after we both declared our love for each other.

After Bella went to sleep, we watched Love and Basketball while cuddling on the couch, and when it was over, I had to make a few calls for the gym, so Liz went to take a shower and then read one of her trashy novels on her iPad she loves so much.

Once I was done with my calls, I went into the room to shower as well, but when I walked in, I found Liz lying on the bed in a black silk negligee looking sexy as fuck. Her legs were spread wide open and I could see her bare pussy peeking out through the silk crotch-less panties.

I walked over to the bed and crawled across it, until I was nose to nose with my woman, with a hand on either side of her head, kneeling between her sexy thighs. Leaning on my forearms, I began to kiss her neck as I trailed my lips down her collarbone, stopping at each breast. I sucked on each nipple through the silk material leaving wet spots where my tongue was. She arched her back, begging for me.

I moved down to her stomach and lifted up the silk top with only my teeth. Liz froze and tried to move my mouth away, but I wasn’t having it. I knocked her hand away with my head and continued on. I could feel her tense as her stomach became exposed. “Relax, baby.”

That’s when I saw what she was trying to hide—stretch marks. They were left over from her pregnancy with Bella and for some crazy reason she was ashamed for me to see them. Shaking my head, I thought to myself, This beautiful woman has nothing to be ashamed of. She has a banging body and a few stretch marks aren’t going to turn me off. Plus, these aren’t just stretch marks. These are proof this beautiful woman carried our baby in her belly for nine months, keeping her safe. She should get a fucking medal for that. However, I knew if I said that to her, she’d just shoo me off. So, instead, I showed her exactly what her stretch marks did to me.

As I trailed my tongue down her stomach, I stopped at the first stretch mark and gave it a soft kiss, causing her to tense up. I moved to the next stretch mark and once again gave it a kiss. This time she didn’t tense. I continued kissing every stretch mark, until I had kissed them all. From there, I moved lower, stopping at the scar from when they had to take our baby out of her. Starting on the left side, I trailed kisses from one side to the other. Her body started squirming, her legs tightening, trying to seek relief, and I knew she was starting to get turned on.


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