8 Hello Beautiful

Davis' P.O.V.

"What do you think? Can you help?" I asked Derek.

Derek was the man that helped me find some justice for my wife, Grace. He was an ex-cop now, who knew sometimes the system didn't work, and you had to work around it. I thought if anyone could help Lisa, it would be him.

"This guy sounds like a real piece of work. I'll start digging around and see what I can find. We have to figure out who he has on his payroll first. Does your girl know names?"

"I'm not sure and didn't ask very many follow-up questions. I was pretty pissed off when she told me," I sighed, leaning back in the small booth we chose.

This bar was a known hangout for low-lifes. The place was always dimly lit, packed full of large men with grungy looks. There wasn't a single person here that liked to meddle in other people's business. Everyone sat on their own at the bar or with their associates at a booth. Currently, Derek and I were in the back corner booth, eyeing the scum of the world. It was the best place for us to meet, but I hated it here.

"Ask her today when you see her and let me know. Bringing someone down as powerful as him is going to take time. We have to find the right evidence for everyone involved. If we can find a ledger with the names of the cops and judges he has employed, we'd have a better chance." Derek was deep in thought as he formulated a plan of how best to go about this.

His fingers tapped the dirty table before us as his dark brows stayed pinched. It was hard to see in this bar, but Derek had definitely aged over the years. His black hair was now streaked with gray, but he still styled it the same, gelled back like an old greaser.

The small crow's feet beside his eyes were not a sign of how often he smiled, but more of how often he squinted. There were no laugh lines on his face, because Derek wasn't one to smile, let alone laugh. He was serious, having seen a few too many dark things to laugh ever again.

"I will. So does this mean you'll help?" I was hopeful, but I knew it was a long shot.

"Of course I'll help, Davis, but it's going to take time and money. Do you have enough of both?"

"I do," I said in a serious voice.

My underground fighting ring has actually made me a decent amount of money. If I kept that money to myself, I'd be damn rich, but that was never my intention when I started this. I used that money to donate to the women's shelter, the homeless shelter, and to teach self-defense classes for women for free.

Of course, I pay my employees, and keep some money for bribing if we're ever caught by the cops. It had yet to happen, but it wasn't because we were cautious. I think they knew, but they didn't care enough. Honestly, we weren't hurting anyone, and I was working on legalizing the fights.

"Alright then, I'll be in touch. Remember, from now on you don't contact me unless I contact you. If you see me in the streets, you don't know me. I'm just another stranger in the crowd."

I nodded, seeing Derek get up from the booth and head toward the door without a second glance. He was not Derek anymore, but a determined man on a mission. As I watched his broad shoulders narrowly fit through the doorway, I felt a sense of ease. I knew he would do all he could to help bring down Lisa's father. It was now just a matter of time, luck, and money.

Lisa: Where are you? I'm at your place.

My heart soared when I saw Lisa's text as I headed to my car. She was keeping her promise, and I planned on keeping mine, too.

Davis: Be there in 5 minutes. Don't go anywhere.

I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face as I placed the helmet over my head and straddled my bike. I zoomed through the streets to my house with every intention of getting there faster than the five minutes I said it would take. My hands itched to touch that delicate skin of hers. I wanted her badly, and for some reason she wanted me too.

My eyes caught sight of her as I rounded the corner. She was sitting in her car, staring down at her phone, mindlessly scrolling through it. She had a small frown on her face, one I plan to wipe away. I revved my bike to catch her attention, causing her to look up, and my heart to skip a bit.

Those eyes would be my undoing.

She opened the door, letting her long legs step out. Her legs were so smooth, shining with the reflection of the sun. She wore a white sundress that reached just above her knees. No matter what she had on, she always made it look elegant.

I pulled my bike into the garage, kicking the stand as quickly as I could. Taking my helmet off, I tied my hair into a quick bun before Lisa graced me with her presence.

"Hello, beautiful," she said, but those words were not directed at me. She ran her hand over the Triumph that I now planned to give her.

"I see where your priorities lie," I teased her, causing her to smirk.

"Can you blame me?"

"Not in the least."

I was not a man you catch smiling often. After the shit I had been through, it was hard to find joy outside of my daughter, or should I say daughters. Around her I couldn't help the smirk that reached the corner of my lips. Lisa had brought to life a part of my heart I thought was long gone.

"So what's first coach?" she teased.

"Workout," I said with a mischievous smile.

"Um, I'm not exactly dressed for a workout."

"I can fix that."

I stepped closer to her till her soft skin was within hand's reach. My fingers rubbed up her arm slowly, reaching for the straps of her dress. I hooked my finger under them, snapping them on her. She slapped my chest in return, pouting those lips of hers.

"Jerk," she murmured in a whisper, causing me to chuckle.

"Come on, you can borrow some of Izzy's clothes," I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her inside.

"Who's Izzy?"

"My daughter."

"Liv mentioned you had one. How old is she?"

Lisa's curiosity towards Izzy made me smile. I just hoped she wasn't weirded out by the fact that she was closer in age to my daughter than to me. Izzy was nineteen, I was forty-two, while Lisa was twenty-seven. I knew we had a large age gap. I probably should have felt sick about it, but I didn't. She had captured me like no other.

"She's nineteen," I answered, feeling her squeeze my hand.

"Is she with her mom? Or living on campus?" Those two questions assumed a lot. All of it was wrong.

"She doesn't go to college. She's in a vocational school studying welding, living in an apartment I bought her when she turned eighteen."

"Oh," was all she said.

"Here you go," I said, handing her some of the workout clothes Izzy never wore.

I had bought her some, hoping she'd come to the gym with me again, but she wasn't interested. Ever since I told her the full story of how her mother died, she had distanced herself further from me. I couldn't blame her, not when I blamed myself for it, too.

"Thanks."

She didn't wait for me to leave as she took her dress off before me. Her beautifully rounded breasts hung in the white, lacey bra that left little to the imagination as only a polka-dot covered her nipple. The matching underwear was more of a thong than anything. When she bent down to undo the buckle on her sandals, her ass was on full display towards me.

I felt my heart beat a thunderous rhythm as lust crept through me. My hands itched to touch her, and my dick throbbed, begging to be buried deep inside her. I took a step in her direction while she was still bent over. I hooked a finger over the string around her hips, causing her movements to freeze.

"What are you doing, Davis?" Her voice sounded seductive as she asked. She wasn't upset by my advances, egging me on further.

"What would you like me to do, Lisa? You can let me do what I want to you right now, or you can send me away while you finish changing. It's up to you."

She was silent for a moment, weighing her options. She hasn't moved from her position, still bent over and showing me that rounded peach she calls an ass. My finger slid along the string of her thong side to side as she thought.

I wanted her desperately, but if she sent me away, I wouldn't be mad. She stood up, turning to face me, forcing me to release her thong. My heart ached as I assumed she would ask me to go. I just hope I didn't scare her away.

"I don't like it too rough. I can take a good smack to the ass maybe twice, but that's it. My nipples loved to be toyed with, but not pinched. My favorite position involves me on top. I like it best when both of us find our release before we finish." Those hungry eyes stayed on me, inviting me in, challenging me in a way. "So what are you waiting for, Davis? Take me."

Fuck me, this was going to be amazing.

Lisa's P.O.V.

I watched Davis hungrily. I was horny as hell, and I wanted him desperately. It felt like I had a craving that only he could satisfy. I ran my hand over those large muscular arms of his, working up towards his face. I pressed my half naked body against him, standing on the tips of my toes. My lips met his in a fervent passion, sucking and licking. My hands held him close, pushing him into me while pulling me into him simultaneously.

I know this was wrong. I know that I have to marry Chris and that I would have to bear him a child. The rules to making a baby haven't changed. I would have to sleep with Chris, but all I wanted was Davis.

I wanted him in me, on me, with me. There was no denying the hunger I had for him deep inside me. I wanted to pretend that it wasn't there, to make all this less complicated, but it was impossible. It was ingrained in me, and I didn't want to let go. He was safe, kind, warm, and caring. He was all that I wanted.

All that I wished for was Davis.

"Are you sure about this, Lisa? I don't want to take advantage of you."

"I'm sure."

It went silent again as his warm lips touched my own. His tongue danced around my mouth, exploring me like it was the first time he had ever done it. Davis' large hands were gentle as they touched me, holding my hips towards him. His fingers wrapped around the string of my thong, pulling on it so that my underwear was pulled tightly against my clit. I felt the dampness between my legs grow in need for him.

Davis picked me up as if I weighed no more than a feather. He carried me out of his daughter's room and down the hall to his gigantic bed. His silk sheets were cold as he laid me on them, making my body burst with goosebumps.

He stood, taking his shirt and pants off, leaving him in his lime green boxer briefs, showing me the bulge that grew between his legs. His warm body pressed against mine again as he propped himself on his elbows over me, driving away the cold that took hold.

"I don't think you know how truly beautiful you are, Lisa," he whispered as he stared straight into my eyes.

His fingers caressed my face, pushing away the hair from my eyes. I blushed at his words, feeling not the least bit beautiful. Davis kissed my stomach where the large black bruise was still visible.

He was gentle as he kissed it, as if trying to kiss the wound away. His deep blue eyes locked with mine as he continued to trail kisses up the hills of my breast, pushing my bra aside to expose my pink nipples.

I lost track of time in the pleasure of Davis' mouth against my breasts. He sucked and licked at one while playing with the other with his hand. He would alternate between each one, causing me to moan and soak through my thong. I was so wet that I could feel it leaking onto my thighs.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him. My hips swayed as I rubbed myself against his boxers, right over his hardened shaft. I was leaving a wet spot on him as I did, but I was desperate. My center called to be penetrated by him.

"Make me yours, Davis," I whispered right into his ear as I held the back of his neck towards me.

He kissed my neck where his head laid, licking me as his hands slid down my side to the strings of my thong. I wasn't expecting it, but with absolute ease, Davis ripped through the small string. He slid his fingers further down my thighs until they brushed against my dampened core. His finger slid between my vertical lips, teasing me further. I moaned, unable to contain myself any longer.

I felt the need to bite down on something to keep from going mad with lust. I bit Davis' neck without thinking, leaving a mark and making him grunt. His eyes flashed and next thing I knew, his boxers were flying off, revealing his approximately eight inch dick.

Sweet Jesus.

His dick was a goddamn work of art. It was large, but not intimidating. It was thick, but not massively so. The thing looked like it held the promise of great pleasure, and I prayed Davis knew just how to use that beauty between his legs. He grabbed hold of it and lined it with my entrance.

The head of his dick pressed against me, slowly inserting itself. He then pulled it out, repeating the process until I begged for him to go deeper.

"Please, Davis," I moaned, "I want it all."

The smirk he gave me as a response only drove my desire for him further. The man was fucking gorgeous. I felt the head of his dick enter me again, and I thought he would pull out, but to my surprise, he did not. He pushed all the way in until I could feel his balls press against my ass. My hips bucked beneath him before I swayed over him.

"Fuck," I yelled in ecstasy. "Deeper!"

I wanted more. I wanted it all and then some. He thrust deep inside me, brushing against my cervix in a painfully pleasurable way. My fingers dug deeply into his shoulder blades as I held him close. Davis' arms wrapped around me, lifting me up while still staying inside me.

He sat on the bed with me straddled over him. His face was buried deep in my bosom as he thrust in me, holding my hips and making them sway. The feeling of his abs against my clit, with his dick deep inside me, had me going over the edge in no time. I let out a high-pitched moan, holding my breath as I came hard over him.

"Davis!" I yelled out his name in absolute bliss.

He continued to thrust into me, forcing me to ride out the waves of my aftermath. It sent me climbing again in no time as he sucked at my sensitive nipples. He let go of one with a pop as he had been sucking so hard.

"Can I cum inside you, Lisa?" He asked softly, so seductive that it almost made me orgasm.

I nodded my head, lost for words in the pleasure he was bringing me. I was getting close, thinking of him cumming in me. The thought only turned me on more. I felt myself reaching my peak quickly.

"I want to feel you cum deep inside me!" I finally found my voice, making Davis thrust into me faster. "Give it to me."

I reached my second orgasm, milking Davis' dick as I did. I felt his first squirt, followed by his second, third, and fourth. Each one sent my orgasm further, forcing me to grip his shoulders tightly. I ended up leaving scratch marks on his back from how tightly I'd held onto him.

I kissed him passionately as he stayed inside me. We were both spent breathing heavily into one another. It was the best sex I'd had in a while. I loved that Davis asked before he came inside me, too. I think it helped turn me on further.

"Jesus, Lisa," he groaned, holding me tightly against him. It was such a loving embrace after a good fuck.

"You're telling me."

"I don't think I can ever let you go back to him."

Davis' words hurt. I didn't want to go back to Chris. If only life was fair. I rested my head on his shoulder, shaking it with a sigh. I don't know how to get away from Chris without hurting Lucas and Liv.

"Stay with me, Lisa. I'll keep you safe," he promised with a determined look on his face.

"It's not me I'm worried about. Do you really want to put Liv in danger? Make her life more complicated?"

I knew he would understand if I reminded him of what was at stake. Liv was important to him, much in the same way Lucas was important to me. His eyes clouded as his head dropped slightly.

"Of course, I don't, but I also don't want you around that asshole," he said with a sigh.

"Trust me, I don't want to be around him either."

We sat in silence for a while, letting reality slowly depress us both. He was still inside me, but had grown soft. He laid me back before he pulled out of me and helped clean me off. His hot lips kissed my wound again, trailing tender kisses up to my mouth before he kissed me sweetly.

I could feel the desperation he felt. I was feeling it too. He handed me some boxers, and I took them with a laugh. It didn't go unnoticed that he kept my thong, not discarding it in the waste bin.

"It's time to train, Lisa. If I have to send you back to that asshole, then you're going to know how to defend yourself."

I got dressed in Izzy's clothes that Davis had lent me. I wondered what she was like. My mind wondered where her mother was and if I'd ever meet her. What would she think of Davis dating someone so young?

"I'm ready." I nodded with determination in my voice.

I was ready to beat Chris' ass next time he tried to hurt me.