by Pars, K.
I grunted noncommittally not really believing Ray’s take on it but unwilling to argue over it either.
A knock sounded on Ray’s door along with a shit ton of commotion being raised from outside of it. Everyone in the room tensed unsure what else to expect.
One of Ray’s team members had been standing outside of the door and came in with Andrew “Drew” Young, Ray’s opponent for the night, hot on his heels along with Drew’s manager. Drew’s fingers were wrapped around the back of his manager’s neck as he shoved the half beaten fucker through the door.
Ray got vertical, standing next to me as we chanced a quick glance between the two of us; each wondering what the fuck was up.
Ray pinned Drew with a frown, his brows drawn tight, and his entire body tensed and ready to brawl if needed. Mine matched it. “What the hell man? What are you doing?” Both Ray and I were baffled, so was everyone else in the room for that matter.
Drew shoved his manager, Holland, towards Ray, the man tripping with the force of the push and falling to his knees on the floor a few steps away from us. “I had nothing to do with it. I am competitive but I am honest Ray. I don’t do shit like this.”
Before Ray could answer my mouth opened. Something was way the fuck off and it made my gut tighten, both my hands clenching in response. “What are you getting at Drew?”
Drew pointed a finger at his manger. “That piece of shit has been trying to get Ray to bail on the fight. To lay down. I wouldn’t get in the cage with somebody so damn weak. I had no idea what Holland was up to until I overheard him a little while ago.”
Ray’s thick fingers closed into fists as he stared Drew Young down, Javier and Ray’s team moving closer to where we stood.” Why the fuck should I believe you? Maybe you’re just covering your ass Young.”
I was on board with Ray’s thinking except that Holland looked like he had the shit beaten out of him and from the scrapes on Drew’s knuckles; he’d done the deed himself. And considering I wasn’t the most patient fucker in the world, the fact I’d taken a couple seconds to notice meant something really stood out about Holland’s condition.
Holland began sniveling, looking over his shoulder at Drew with beady eyes that held a world of hate and loathing. “You will regret this Andrew. By tomorrow morning your career, the one I GAVE you, will be over.” The words were slushy sounding from being forced past a swollen and battered mouth but were understandable all the same. The beaten asshole was still trying to make threats.
Before Ray and I could react, hell before anyone could, Drew kicked out, his foot landing right in Holland’s back, snapping the man’s body towards the floor.
“Shut the fuck up. You think I give two shits what you decide to spew to the press you manipulating bastard? I’m done. I don’t give a shit what happens. I will not throw or be part of a thrown fight for anybody.” Drew looked like he wanted to kill Holland. It was the kind of look that couldn’t be faked, no matter how good an actor someone is.
Ray noticed it too and visibly relaxed his stance, his fists opening even though we both were still on edge. “Tell me what you heard.”
Drew’s lip curled in disgust, his dark blue eyes drilling into the back of Holland’s head. “He got a call just a little bit ago. He didn’t realize I was out of the shower. The dumb ass had his phone on speaker talking to some guy that was complaining he’d been jumped when trying to secure the girl.” Drew air quoted the girl part with his fingers.
“I knew Holland wasn’t a saint, far from it but I never expected him to do something this shady. I commenced to kicking his ass until he told me the whole story about trying to get you to lay down Ray. Said he was doing it for all for me.” Drew sneered at his soon to be ex-manager. “This fucker has no idea what it takes to be a real fighter. He should have known better than to try something like that. And then to involve the woman, I couldn’t stomach that. I don’t care what it costs me in the long run and its cost me a lot already.”
Everyone in the room stared with unabashed hatred at the mealy mouthed manager on the floor. Holland pushed himself back onto his knee’s and stared defiantly around the room, his eyes finally landing on Drew. “You’re done. The papers are going to have a field day with the fact you’re a fucking homo boy. I protected you all these years and this is how you repay me? You’re finished you cock sucker.” Spittle was flying from between Holland’s swollen lips as he raged at Drew, his words a slurred mess but still recognizable.
I knew I was sporting a whole lot of unhappy to say the least and looked over at Ray who was scowling too. Then I glanced at Drew before I reared back my right leg and let out a kick square to Holland’s ribs causing him to fall face first back to the floor holding his sides as he howled out in pain. He was responsible for Kylee being hit, Ronnie being tasered and I was losing it. I was ready to finish the man, beat him until there was nothing left of him but a bloody mass of broken bone and bruising that no longer breathed.
I glanced at a infuriated Matt who was restraining a livid Ronnie Dalton and then focused back on the piece of shit in front of me.
The entire room could feel it; everyone stopped and waited for the explosion of my temper to come, it was at its peak. I’d never been closer to the edge than at that moment. It was strangely quiet except for the groaning coming from Holland.
Kylee scrambled over to me, wrapping both her arms around my waist. I wanted to unleash on Holland, wanted to take every bit of rage I felt from Kylee and Ronnie’s attack and feed it all to the person responsible. My entire body was vibrating with the need to light his ass up. Kylee pressed her mouth to my sternum, whispering my name, calling to me softly.
It was the only thing that held me back .Her body was flush to mine as she continued talking to me. “Don’t. He’s not worth you losing your shot JD. He’s not.” She rose to her tip toes, her mouth sweeping against my neck as she uttered the same words again.
She was right. It didn’t stop the feelings coursing through me, but it did put control over them back in my hands, barely, but it was there. The entire situation was jacked slam the fuck up and Kylee had seen more than I ever wanted her to of what I could really do when pressed. I started to rein my anger back in, my eyes falling to meet hers.
I held Kylee to me needing her as a buffer to keep myself from attacking Holland and focused on Drew after taking in a ragged breath to settle myself. “Who the fuck cares who you sleep with or what your preference is Drew? End of a day, I got respect cause you are a decent fucking fighter. Not because of where you decide to stick your dick or vice versa. That isn’t my business.” Holland was a bigger fucktard than I thought him to be if this was the shit he held over his fighters head.
Kylee squeezed me hard but turned to look at Drew. “Sorry. JD sometimes forgets he lacks a filter between his brain and mouth. I get what he is saying though. It shouldn’t make a difference.” Kylee peered around my side towards Ray. “You have any problem fighting him knowing his sexual preference Ray?”
Ray’s brow arched up defiantly like Kylee had just insulted him. “Fuck no I don’t have any problem fighting him.”
“You guys might not but there are plenty of guys that will. You know MMA isn’t like football or basketball or any other sport. The contact is way different. There are any number of guys that will flat refuse to fight or train with me. Holland’s been holding this over my head for a few years now, ever since he walked in on me and my ex. Being the good manager he is, he made sure to snap a few photos.” Drew took a deep breath and blew it out. He was resigned, decision made already.
Ray squatted down beside Holland, wrapping his fingers around the douche’s neck and squeezing hard, Holland’s eyes rounding into large circles as his air way was compressed. “A single whiff of Drew’s preferences get out that he doesn’t put in the street himself and you will cease to exist. Between the criminal activity of trying to kidnap my cousin and her friend, the damage to her vehicle and the fact that I know 20 ways to snap your fuckin
g neck, you should feel real lucky that you are going to get to walk away breathing this time. See, you fucked with the wrong family Holland. It’s in your best interest to find another profession, in another state.”
Ray put more pressure on Holland’s neck causing the asshole to cry out like a little bitch and gasp, trying to suck in air. After making his point, Ray finally relented enough to allow Holland to answer. “Okay, okay..”
Ray looked like he wanted to go ahead and crush Holland’s wind pipe but finally released his hands and stood. He had two of his team members escort Holland from his room. Where the asshole ended up I didn’t care as long as he was far away from any of us.
Everyone heard Ray mention his cousin, even if Matt, Kylee and I hadn’t already known the truth, the cat was out of the bag on that but at least with us, the knowledge was safe.
Ray stretched out his arms like he could ease the tension in them as he watched Drew. “You sure you still are up to the fight Young?” It was down to the wire, just minutes away from time to step in the cage and get down to business.
“Yeah, I’m good. It’s probably my last fight but at least it’ll be a good one.” Drew tapped his knuckles to Ray’s and then mine before heading out to his own locker room.
Ray sat back down so his trainer could finish the tape on his hands. He would be wearing his MMA gloves too but still needed the layer of protection the tape offered.
I blew out a harsh breath. “You know that fucker is not going to go away as quietly as he acted like he would.” I’d known people like Holland most of my life, people like that didn’t change. They also looked for loopholes to get away with anything they wanted. I had no doubt we hadn’t heard the last from the stupid douche. Certainly Drew hadn’t.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s far from over. He’s too greedy to just let shit go.” Ray strapped on his MMA gloves and slipped into a fresh robe. “Fucking shame if this really is Drew’s last fight. Guy’s good.”
I had to agree. If Drew quit the sport, the sport would be losing a real talent.
Chapter 23
I lay in my bed watching Kylee sleep, her hands tucked beneath the pillow. We’d slept through most of the morning after getting in late. She was facing me, unknowingly giving me a chance to memorize her serene face and I’d been trying to do that for almost two hours. My heart slammed against my chest at the idea of ever losing her. Her cheek sported a bruise that was every time I laid on eyes on, fucking slayed me.
“Shhhh.” I blinked at the sound Kylee made, her lips pursed though her eyes were still shut.
I wasn’t sure if she was awake or talking in her sleep but I spoke in a quiet tone to her anyway. “What do you mean? I didn’t saying anything?” I hadn’t spoken out loud until then at all, had been in my own head the entire time I’d been watching her.
“You’re thinking too loud. I can hear it.” I frowned at Kylee’s words. I had been thinking but how the fuck had she known that?
Her lids opened slowly revealing her sleepy big browns, one hand pulling from beneath the pillow to press against my face, patting it in a I know you gesture.
“My bad baby girl. Wasn’t trying to disturb you.” I turned my head and pressed my lips into her palm. My chest was tightened. Watching her sleep, waking with her, I knew she was it for me. The be all end all for me and I was determined to do everything in my power to keep her in my life whether I deserved her or not. I couldn’t let her go. My whole body tensed at the thought of her leaving me, of finally figuring out that she belonged with someone better.
Her hand moved to cup my cheek, her eyes staring at me intently. “When something is really bothering you, your eyes are so light blue its startling JD. Did you know that?” I shook my head back and forth in the negative. Nobody had mentioned it to me before but then again nobody had really given enough of a shit to notice either, nobody but Kylee.
“Let me tell you something Mr. Walker...” Kylee leaned up, placing both her palms to my chest, pushed me over onto my back and straddled me.
My response croaked out of me as my cock swelled along with that beating organ in my chest that Kylee owned. “What’s that Ms. Parrish?”
Kylee wiggled, grinding herself against me. She was wearing a small pair of panties and a one of my t-shirts while I was naked as the day I was born. Kylee leaned forward, her hair falling like a curtain around us “I’m not going anywhere. You know that right?”
I swallowed trying to maintain control since her warm heat, even covered with panties, was pressing against my hard cock. “Yeah.” My hands moved to rest on her hips. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t want to believe that she wouldn’t leave me and still part of me just couldn’t reconcile it. I was lucky enough to have her at all, keeping her by my side always would be hitting the fucking lottery and everyone knows the odds of that.
Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke. “I mean it. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hips shifted, sliding her covered core against my rigid length.
My voice cracked both from the serious case of arousal that was burning through me and the feelings her words invoked. I felt like my damn chest was going to bust open. “Okay princess.”
Her lips moved down along my jaw, nipping at my skin. “I love you James David Walker. I’m not leaving you. It’s not happening so quit waiting for it too.”
My fingers tightened on her hips and I let her words wash over me. In truth Kylee was more than right. I was waiting for her to come to her senses and leave me but the determination in her voice, the stubbornness I heard each time she said she wasn’t going to leave me was shoring up the hope that built in my heart. I had to have faith in her words and her actions. It wasn’t going to be easy but I had no doubt that Kylee was going to prove her point to me. “Fuck I’m a lucky son of a bitch baby girl.”
Kylee’s lips moved along my jaw, to my ear where she nipped the lobe, my cock jerking in response. Her words whispered against the soft flesh. “Love it when you call me baby girl. I always have.”
I groaned, my fingers pressing more firmly into her hips. Kylee was fucking killing me and she knew it. I hooked the index fingers on both my hands through the sides of her panties, tearing the thin lace and removing the barrier that was keeping her from me causing Kylee to squeal. Sitting up straight, her arms rose over her head to allow me to strip off the t-shirt she’d put on the night before.
Her hands landed on my headboard, her lower body grinding over mine forced a ragged groan from me. When she popped up on her knees, I reached between us and rubbed the head of cock against her slick entrance, coating her wetness over me before using my hand to guide my erection through her folds to tease her clit.
Kylee’s head fell back, the ends of her long hair grazing the hand I had at her hip as I rubbed against her tight bundle of nerves again with my erection.
She was beautiful, her bare body hovering over mine, a sweet moan falling from her lips. Kylee lowered herself, sheathing my cock with her velvet walls, inch by inch, slowly taking me in fully. Raising herself back up, every bit as slowly, she began to descend over me again. It took every bit of will power I owned to keep from flipping her over and slamming myself into her until I was buried so deeply there was no way to tell where she ended and I began. It was the sweetest fucking torture, her body slowly moving over mine.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, my sanity ready to snap; I leaned forward, cupped a breast in my palm and laved my tongue over the puckered tip, teasing her as much as she was me. Kylee’s momentum picked up, her body beginning to ride mine in earnest as I switched from one breast to the other, giving each equal attention. I drew the turgid peak between my lips, sucking deeply and moved my free hand so my thumb could stroke her clit. Kylee’s body began to quake, her thighs beginning to tremor but not slowing her down.
Her fingers gripped at the headboard, her body moving up and down in a punishing pace and it was rapidly driving me to the edge. My teeth closed around her nipple, pinching the sw
ollen point, my thumb rubbing over her clit. Kylee’s head snapped forward, her chin almost touching her chest as her orgasm crashed over her, my name wrenching from her throat. Her walls pulsed and clenched around me as she thrust down hard once more. My abdomen flexed and heat coiled low in my groin, my balls drawing up tight. My thigh muscles locked up and my back bowed when my release erupted from me.
Kylee collapsed against me, her head cradled by my shoulder and I wrapped both my arms around her, holding her to me and tried to find a normal rhythm for breathing.
It was several minutes later before either of us moved or spoke and I was fine with that because I still hadn’t gotten my breathing back under control.
Kylee shifted and pressed her lips to my chest, the soft pillows moving against my inked skin as she talked. “It was nice of Ray to invite us over today.”
Ray’s fight though close, had gone as expected with Ray winning. Drew Young had put up a hell of a fight and would be a force to contend with in the future if he chose to remain in the sport, I hoped he would. I could definitely see Ray and Drew meeting up again.
After Ray’s win, he’d invited us all to his home for a cook out to celebrate.
My hand tangled in her hair and I was dead serious when I tilted so she could look at me. “Yeah that was cool of him but if Javier so much as looks at you wrong; I will knock him on his fucking ass.”
Kylee sat up, my fingers releasing the dark strands of her hair and smacked my shoulder, giving me an unconvincing scowl. “Javier is harmless. Leave him alone. ”
I grunted in disbelief and growled. “He’s harmless as long as he knows he might be in danger of taking his last breath. If he thought for one second he could get away with it, he’d be all over you like stink on shit.”
Kylee scrunched up her nose and scoffed but didn’t argue further knowing there was no way she’d win this battle.
“You’re mine Kylee girl and I won’t share or play nice when it comes to you.” I planted a palm on her ass as she moved to get out of bed. “Hustle up or we’re going to be late.”