Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “call”. We’re back with Fitz and Dani in Enemy Linez. And I’ve jumped ahead just a bit once again. It seems like I have another couple I can’t keep out of bed!
Dani tied the sash of her bathrobe closed as the sound of running water met her ears. She smiled as she imagined Fitz stepping into the shower, lathering his naked skin up with her lavender scented soap. She laughed to herself. The guys at Diamondhead are going to get a kick out of that. It’ll be pretty hard to miss when they start rolling.
She opened a cabinet door and pulled out a frypan. Then she gathered eggs, peppers, spinach, chopped tomatoes and onion from the refrigerator. She cracked the eggs into a bowl, being extremely careful to deprecate the yolks from the whites. The yolks found their demise down the sink. The whites were dumped into the bowl.
She sprayed the pan with no-stick then dumped half the contents of the bowl inside. She felt her stomach twist a little. It’d been awhile since she cooked breakfast for a guy. And it sure wasn’t bacon and eggs. One of them had to look out for him. She rearranged the other ingredients again the heaved a sigh. She just hoped he didn’t hate what she was making.
As Dani carefully scraped at the cooking eggs to loosen them she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her tight. The water droplets clinging to Fitz’s arms from his shower soaked through Dani’s bathrobe to her flesh. She shivered then chuckled. Yep. He smelled like flowers.
“Whatcha’ making me for breakfast?” Fitz asked just before he left a trail of kisses along Dani’s neck.
Dani bit back a sigh. “An egg whites omelette. All natural ingredients. Don’t bother bitching. You’re eating it.”
“I’d eat anything you’d cook for me.”
Dani scooped up a handful of each ingredient and tossed it on top of the eggs. She carefully folded the concoction together then patted it down with the spatula. “What if I laced it with rat poison?”
She couldn’t she his reaction but she could feel him shrug his shoulders. “I’d still eat it.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely and totally serious, Dani. You’re perfect. I can’t imagine you could do anything wrong.”
Dani’s heart fluttered. Was she feeding her a line of bullshit? He was so smooth she couldn’t tell.
Fitz nuzzled her neck again. “So can I call you?”
“You already have once. I suppose I can’t stop you.”
“You could just not answer.”
“I’m pretty certain I will. I’m sure of it. Now go sit on the couch. I’ll bring your breakfast to you.”
The warm morning breeze wafted through the paper thin curtain. Dani felt her senses waken just before she was aware of the warm, muscular chest that served as her pillow. Instinct demanded that she sit up and get away from the naked man in her bed. Instead she snuggled a little closer.
She felt strong, powerful fingers brush the strands of hair from her face. A steady heartbeat drummed in her ear. She felt her eyes grown heavy again. A voice startled her awake.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Fitz’s voice was a deep purr, like a panther just before he took a bite of his victim. By her aching body, it was abundantly clear he had his feast of her all night.
“Good morning.” Dani lifted herself to gaze into his deep brown eyes. She still shuddered. How did such a crazy gorgeous guy end up in her bed? She was still trying to wrap her head around it.
“How’d you sleep?”
Fitz chuckled. “True. Very true.”
Dani cocked a grin at him as she lifted herself high, scraping her breasts against his chest. He let out a low, dangerous growl in response.
“I should probably ask you how you slept. It’s my bed.”
“Like sleeping on a cloud.” He looked up at the tropical photo on the wall. “Nice poster.”
“Don’t dis my poster.”
“I’m not. I’d just expect it on the wall of a teenage girl’s room.”
“It’s where I want to go. Someday I’ll be sipping rum on a beach just like that. Life goals.”
Fitz wrapped his hands around her arms and skimmed her naked body across his. He was hard. This time she was the one to moan. “I see. It’s good to have goals.”
Dani could barely answer as he tangled his tongue with hers. “Uh. Huh.”
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “spider”. We’re back with Dani and Fitz in the first book of the Fighter Girlz series, Ememy Linez.
**Warning…this is a PG-13 rated excerpt.**
Fitz gently wove his fingers between hers and followed her up the stairs to the stoop. She brushed a wayward spider off the weather beaten handle then tugged in open.
She glanced over her shoulder at him as she gave him a half-hearted smile. “Did I mention that I live on the third floor?”
“Nope,” Fitz chuckled. “Guess I’m getting my cardio in today, huh?”
Dani led him up the steps. What was normally a jog for her was a slow sensual climb. She was so very aware of his touch on her hand. Occasionally his fingers brushed her hip. Her hands trembled as she dug her keys from her purse and unlocked the door.
“I have a couple bottles and a couple cans,” Dani offered as she scurried from him to the kitchen. “I also have some moscato.”
“A glass of moscato would be great,” Fitz answered.
She looked up at him as he stood in the doorway. She bit back a sigh. He was so insanely gorgeous. Why exactly did he ask her out again? She fought a grin on her lips. “You can shut the door.”
“Yeah. I was about to do that.” He nudged in closed with his foot then jammed his hands in his pockets.
She turned back to the counter and tugged the drawer open to search for the corkscrew. Her breath escaped in a squeak as a large pair of hands caressed her hips, pulling her against a strong wall of muscle.
“Thought you might need help,” Fitz rumbled as his lips explored the curve of her neck.
“I’m a big girl,” Dani finally managed through ragged breaths.
Dani moaned as Fitz scraped his fingers against her thighs tugging the skirt of her sundress up. Once he cleared the hem, he wrapped his hands around her legs. The corkscrew slipped from Dani’s grip and clattered across the countertop.
“Great job opening that bottle there, Dani,” Fitz muttered against her neck.
“Fitz.” She couldn’t think. She reached behind her head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders the best she could. It must have been enough. The growl that escaped his throat was primal. She glanced down to see his eyes locked on her breasts.
“Grab the wine bottle,” he demanded. “We’ll drink it later. Right now I need you or you need to tell me to leave. But for the love of God, make a decision quick.”
Dani snaked a grip around the neck of the bottle. With her other hand she pulled his from her leg and held it tight. “My bedroom’s down the hall. Follow me. Grab the corkscrew.”
She loved the dumbfounded expression on his face as he scrambled to find the corkscrew without taking his eyes off her. She guided him down the dark hallway but stopped as they reached the doorway. “Fitz, I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date.”
He frowned. “Then why…”
“I just need you to know I’m not easy. This isn’t like me. It’s just that you’re…I don’t know…”
He stared at her for a moment before he pulled her to him. His embrace was tender. So was the deep kiss that followed. As they parted he laid his forehead against hers. “Baby, that’s the last thing I thought about you. I don’t think you’re easy. I think you’re amazing and I’m a lucky guy that you even went out with me.”
“Well, then you’re about to be really lucky.” She pulled out of his arms then tugged her sundress over her head, leaving her in just her bra and panties. She didn’t miss the curse word that escaped his lips as she pulled him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we’re working with a picture prompt. We’re back with Dani and Fitz in the first book of the Fighter Girlz series, Ememy Linez.
Fitz fished the helmets from the saddlebags. He handed her one then straddled the bike. He offered his hand to help her on behind him. Dani tugged the helmet over her head then hopped on. She barely got her skirt tucked modestly beneath her before he fired in on and flew down the street.
The cool breeze off the lake caressed Dani’s skin as they cruised down the country lane. It was a sharp contrast to the hot, sculpted body beneath her fingers. Despite Fitz’s claim to live dangerously, he took the drive slow. There were too many rocks lying on the pavement. The sun slit through the low hanging trees. The purr of the bike rumbled through her helmet. The whole scene was peaceful. It didn’t dull the raging lust coursing through her.
She let go a disappointed sigh as Fitz turned the motorcycle towards Saint Louis. Farmland was replaced by factories and shopping malls. It was dark as he pulled up in front of her apartment and helped her off the bike.
Dani tugged her helmet free. “Now what?”
Fitz shrugged. “I guess this is where I tell you good night.”
“Really? After all you said at the diner?”
“Dani, I talk a good game. But I’m not like that. I like you a lot. I respect you. I’m not going to force myself on you.” He stepped towards her and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Good night. I hope we can do this again soon.”
Dani smiled at him then ascended the first stair towards the door. She turned back. “How about a night cap? I might have a beer or two.”
Fitz shot her that crazy grin that turned her to putty. “Really?”
She reached out her hand to him. “Yeah. Let’s go upstairs.”
If Dani’s cheeks were pink before, they had to be blazing now. They felt like they were on fire. She pressed the fingers of her free hand again her skin. Yep, not. She absentmindedly fanned herself with the menu.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Fitz said.
“You didn’t,” she returned quickly.
“Yeah, okay. I’m sure you have no other reason to be beet red.”
“It’s a little hot in here.”
“It’s not that hot.”
Annie was at their table once again with their drinks. Dani didn’t miss that she spilled some of her water. She smirked at the blonde as she ordered a chef salad. Once Fitz ordered his burger and fries, Annie stomped away.
“Seriously, that stuff is going to kill you,” Dani commented.
“I’ll be fine, Dani,” Fitz chuckled.
“It’s not that hard to eat healthy. I could show you.”
“Are you offering to cook for me?” Fitz winked at her.
Dani stared at him baffled for a moment then shrugged. “Sure. I’d make you dinner sometime.”
“How about breakfast tomorrow?”
“You want a second date that early?”
“No, sweetheart. I figure you making me breakfast would still be part of this date. Or if we get up late you can make me lunch.”
The touch of his hand and the tone of his voice set her on fire. Her mind went blank. Before she could come up with any sort of protest Annie dropped her plate loaded with lettuce, meat, cheese and veggies in front of her. She delicately set Fitz’s in front of him. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No, thanks.” Fitz dismissed her with a forced smile.
The conversation slowed as they ate. Once Fitz paid the bill, he took her hand and led her through the dining room, exchanging brief chit chat with folks as they passed.
The street outside the diner was quiet. The only sound was the cricket song that wafted on the breeze.
Dani gasped as Fitz pulled her into his arms and his mouth covered hers. When his tongue slipped between her lips to tangle with hers she melted into him. No man ever kissed her quite like he did. She wove her fingers in his hair. When he broke free, she tugged him to her for another.
Both of them were panting as they held each other tight. “Up for a ride around the lake before we head back?” he offered.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “gray”. We’re back with Dani and Fitz in the first book of the Fighter Girlz series, Ememy Linez.
Dani shrugged as she picked up a menu. “There’s not much to tell. I’m the only girl in my family. I have four brothers. I always inadvertently got caught up in their wrestling matches. My mom signed me up for Tae Kwon Do so I could protect myself. I fell in love with martial arts and the rest is history.”
“So now I know Dani the fighter. What about Dani the woman?”
She stared at Fitz baffled. No man ever wanted to know her. They lusted after the woman in the cage. She never understood what turned them on about that. She smirked at him. “Oh, this is the ‘I like long walks on the beach’ portion of our conversation, huh?”
He laughed. “Sure. Let’s call it that.”
Dani set the menu on the table. She traced her finger along the gray rooster that adorned it. “I love to read. Romance, mystery, horror. Doesn’t matter. I have a bachelor’s degree in library science, but when I moved to the city I couldn’t find a job. I’m an assistant at a law firm for now.”
“Fascinating.” Fitz caressed her hand still held in his.
Dani shuddered as she met his gaze. She really needed to demand that he take her home. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She had never wanted a man so bad in her life. “Hardly.”
“It is. You’re not only devastating sexy and tough as hell, you’re brilliant. Might be the perfect combination.”
“Fitz, you are seriously full of it.”
“I am. But that time you didn’t tell me there was no chance I’d end up in your bed. I’m breaking you down, huh?”
Her attention was suddenly pulled away by the blonde waitress standing beside their table. “Fitz, it’s good to see you.” The woman sneered at Dani. “Can I get you and your friend something to drink?”
“Hey, Annie. I’ll have a root beer. Dani?”
Dani smiled at the waitress. “Water, please.”
Annie huffed away towards the kitchen. Dani watched her go before turning to Fitz. “Ex girlfriend?”
“How could you tell?”
“The fact she was ready to tear off my face. Do you bring a lot of girls here to piss her off?”
Fitz’s smile set her heart racing. “Nope. You’re the first I’ve brought here. And for the record, I don’t give a shit what she thinks. I only care about the opinion of one woman tonight and she’s sitting across the table from her with her hand in mine.”
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This weekend we’re back with Dani and Fitz in the first book of the Fighter Girlz series, Ememy Linez.
It seemed like the entire town was nestled inside. The noise of chatter and clanging dishes was almost music. A waitress motioned to the only available table. Dani reached for her chair only to find it pulled away from the table. Fitz motioned her to sit as he gripped onto it with his other hand. “I can be a gentleman.”
“Right. I suppose you’re going to order for me to?” she quipped.
“Only if you take too long.”
Dani shook her head with a laugh as she sat down. Fitz settled in his chair, scooped up a menu and handed it to her.
She looked at him puzzled. “Don’t you need one?”
“Nope. Double cheeseburger and fries. Like I get every time I come here.”
“Don’t you have a fight coming up in a few weeks?”
“Are you my coach?”
“I could do a better job.”
Fitz reach across the table and took the free hand not holding the menu. “Let’s not do this. I don’t want to talk about Duos or Diamondhead. Just us. Okay?” He pointed to the corner over his shoulder. “See that old guy in the white polo shirt with the lady in the purple flower dress? He taught me how to catch a baseball.”
“Didn’t your dad do that?” Dani questioned.
“My dad did nothing but run the farm. He didn’t have time or patience to teach me. So Mr. White did. He was my teeball coach. He was there when our varsity won state.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“What about you? Tell me about yourself. There has to be a story behind that beautiful face.”
Dani felt her face flush hot. She swore she heard a growl across the table. She looked up to see the hungry look in Fitz’s eye. “What?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Blush like that. It makes you look cute. It makes me want to corrupt something that cute.”
A hot rush of desire blaze through her. “Don’t count on it, bucko.”
“You say that. But your body is telling me something different. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Fitz cracked a grin. Dani didn’t have to ask why. She didn’t say he was wrong. The squeak in her voice actually admitted he was right. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. “So, you were telling me what you were like as a kid.”
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Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This weekend we’re back with Dani and Fitz in the first book of the Fighter Girlz series, Ememy Linez.
Fitz tucked a helmet in each of the saddlebags that hung of the seat on either side of the motorcycle. He smiled at Dani as he pressed his hand against the small of her back. The sensation made her shudder. He scrambled to hide the reaction. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Trying to be a gentleman. I could get you moving in other ways.” Fitz dropped his hand to her ass and squeezed. She jumped. She wasn’t sure if it was from shock or arousal.
She scampered towards the restaurant door as she shot a glare over her shoulder. “Keep your hands off my ass.”
“Bet you’ll change your tune by midnight.”
Dani reached for the knob to pull the door open. She instead found a large hard covering it. She glanced up to find that crazy grin that drove her wild. “I’ve got it.”
She tucked a fly away strand of hair behind her ear as she felt her cheeks grow warm. He cocked his head. “Dang, that’s sexy.”
“That tinge of pink on your cheeks. Makes me want to do this.” Fitz leaned towards her and pressed his lips against her skin. It made her heart flutter. She shrugged away.
“Hey, I’m not that bad,” he protested.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“This. The dress, the blushing. It’s not me. I’m not a girly girl.”
“Then why are you acting this way?”
“I don’t know. Something about you is bringing it out of me.”
Fitz cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her eyes to meet his. “Just be you, Dani. I want you, not some fake version of you.”
His eyes locked on her lips. Moments later his mouth brushed against hers. The kiss was soft, gentle. It was a taste of what might be. It turned her into a quivering puddle of need.
“I though you said you were hungry,” she countered weakly.
“I am.” He tugged the door open and nudged her inside.
Dani clung tight to Fitz as they blazed down the highway. She glanced curiously at the scenery that zoomed by her. They were heading out of Saint Louis. Where exactly was this guy taking her?
She readjusted her grip on him carefully. She felt him suck in his breath under her touch. She had to admit it. He was incredibly hot. It was hard to remember that he belonged on the other side of the cage. Ryan had extended the olive branch to Fitz’s coach. Having the opportunity to face different opponents could only help them before a fight.
Instead on accepting it, Fitz’s coach used it against Ryan, mocking Team Duos. Then Diamondhead’s true colors came out. They assaulted Duos’s team members and fans. They were thugs. The thought creeped Dani out. Where the hell was he taking her?
The city skyline melted into rural cornfields. After what felt like an hour, Fitz coasted down the Main Street of a small town. He pulled his bike into a spot and shut it off. Ahead of the was a small family diner. A red wooden sign announcing “restaurant” swung in the warm breeze. Slipping his own helmet off, he hopped off the bike then offered his hand to Dani.
She pulled off her helmet and frowned at him. “Where did you take me?”
He cocked that sinful grin at her that made her heart race and her undies melt. “My hometown.”
“Dude. I’m not jumping into bed with you. I’m sure as hell not ready to meet your folks.”
“You didn’t want anyone to see us. They won’t here. So get off the bike so we can go eat. I’m starving.”
“Wow. Such a gentleman,” Dani quipped.
“Forgive me, my lady. Would you please dismount so that we might indulge in some nourishment?”
Dani slipped off the bike and pressed the helmet into his chest. “You’re a smartass.”
“You’re right. So let’s go.”