Pick Your Passion (The Heart's Desire Series Book 2)

by S. E. Hall

  “Something tells me we’ll both have reminders of our time together long after it’s over.” I twist my wrists out of her hold and grab her ass in a quick move. Squeezing tight, I lift her even closer so her mouth is near mine. We begin to kiss and just like last night everything else falls into place with her. It’s easy… like we’ve had sex together our entire lives.

  I roll us both back over once again, the blankets now twisted with our legs, but not slowing us down in the slightest. I’m about three thrusts in when someone rings the doorbell. I try to ignore it, but her attention has shifted to the chance of having a visitor and we’re no longer in sync. Not to mention the obnoxious fucker pushing the bell hasn’t let up at all. “Fuck. This better be life or death.” I yell through the house as I stomp toward the front door. I didn’t bother putting pants on… I already know this is my manager and he should fucking know better than to bother me the morning after a win.

  I turn the knob and open the door, not hiding myself at all. “How did I know it was you…” I stop yelling when I see Kinsley’s friend staring at my dick. I turn quickly, leaving only my backside for her to watch as I go back to the bedroom and try to do damage control. There’s one thing most women hate… and that’s her guy’s dick being front and center in the minds of her friends. Shit.

  She’s pulling a t-shirt over her head when I enter the room. “Uhhh. Bad news. It’s your friend… and she saw my dick.”

  “What?”

  “I know. I thought it was my manager and…”

  “No… why is she here? Is she ok?”

  “I think she is.”

  “Mollie… I’ll be right there.” She doesn’t yell back at us and I don’t know whether Kinsley is pissed at me for not checking on her friend or that she saw everything.

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s alright. I should’ve called her this morning. She has no idea I want to stay a few days.” I put on a pair of shorts and a shirt, before I step back into my running shoes. I need some fresh air and this is a way I can give the girl’s a few minutes.

  I put on my hoodie before I leave the bedroom and don’t forget my earbuds to get me through this run. I keep my eyes on the door when I step out. “I’m gonna go for a run. I’ll be back in a few.”

  I can feel eyes on me as I walk through. It’s not that I care who sees my dick… I just really like Kinsley and I hope this doesn’t fuck everything up with her.

  Chapter Two

  Kinsley

  “What the hell Mollie!”

  “Don’t what the hell me…. He’s fucking huge… and you didn’t return any of my texts or calls. How did I even know if you were still alive or not? I had to find you and I wasn’t leaving this apartment complex without you.” She starts walking through his apartment just seconds after he leaves.

  “How did you find me?”

  “One of the tenants told me where the fighter lives. He has a reallyyyyy nice dick by the way.” I just sit on the couch with my mouth wide open as she continues. “I’m going to guess that hurt just a bit. Are you sore?”

  “Yeah… actually I am, but it’s in allllll the right places.” I exaggerate my words and give her the response she’s dying to get, even making disgusting motions with my hands. It’s not very often that Mollie gets to hear stuff like this from me. She on the other hand… is always spouting off about her sex life, even when it’s non-existent.

  “He asked me to stay a few days with him.”

  “And you told him yes!” She squeals when I nod. “Good. I’ll stay too… that way you have someone here in case shit goes south.” My first instinct is to tell her no, but I see how excited she is and chose not to ruin her fun. “I’m sure your lover boy will be more than happy to let me have my apartment for a few extra days.”

  “I can ask him.”

  “You’re glowing and shit.” She flicks a finger in my direction; her face contorted like she’s not sure how to take it all.

  “Yeah… I really like him.”

  “It looks good on you.” She lowers her finger and her face lightens up as if she’s coming to some realization that I’m not aware of.

  I just laugh with her until she starts looking through his cabinets and drawers. “What are you doing?”

  “The best way to get to know someone is to look through their belongings.”

  “Stop Mollie. I’m not doing that.”

  “I know you’re not. I am. Don’t worry… so far it’s all just the normal boring stuff. But he is a clean freak. Do you think you can handle someone that meticulous.

  “Right now, I’m just looking to have fun for the next few days. The rest of it I’ll have to decide on later, when I find out if he’s really someone I want to have in my life.” She’s grinning from ear to ear.

  “That looks is ridiculous on you.”

  “What?” I copy her finger swipe move that she just pulled on me and throw it back at her.

  “That creepy excited thing you have going on your face.”

  “I can’t help it. I think you’ve found the one and I’m just fuckin’ happy for you.”

  “Don’t be dramatic. I just met him…” She interrupts before I can even finish my thought.

  “And did he not blow your damn mind last night. How about at the fight? Let’s not even talk about what must’ve went on that first night. Don’t think I don’t know that you’re keeping things from me about that.”

  “Ok. Fine. I held his dick that night.”

  “I knew something more happened that night.” She yells back at me and I can’t help but laugh at her.

  “Well… I won’t be in your way the next few days. But I do want to make him feel uncomfortable for a few minutes when he returns.” I know she’s going to tease him about the way he answered the door. I’d warn him if I could, but watching her in action may be more fun.

  “Don’t be too crazy on him. You know guys judge women on the company we keep.”

  “So, he already thinks you’re a whore. Good deal.” Mollie has never been the delicate type. She says what she’s thinking and I love her for it, but I hope she doesn’t unleash the true crazy she’s capable of while Mavick is around.

  “I really like Mavick.”

  “Hah… you think?” I don’t have the chance to say anything more before we both hear the loud footsteps of someone coming up the stairs. We both watch the door to the apartment and even manage not to act super awkward when Mavick comes in.

  He’s sweaty and breathing hard, but still sexy as hell. “My friend here says we’re staying in town a few more days. I’m gonna guess that you can extend the apartment I’ve got booked, since I’m not about to leave her in New Orleans all by herself.”

  “Sure.” He responds quickly with a shrug.

  “I like the outfit Mr. Fighter. It’s a bit more colorful than the one you were wearing earlier.” Andddd just like I knew she’d do, Mollie is instantly teasing him about earlier.

  “Thanks.” He handles it well, with a sexy smirk and a purposeful walk straight through to his bedroom. After he closes the door we both snicker while she grabs her jacket to leave. “He’s hot as fuck, Kins… don’t mess this up.”

  “I won’t. You sure you don’t want to catch the flight home? I hate to mess up your plans?”

  “Are you kidding me? I don’t have plans. I’m living life day by day right now.” She hugs me tightly and leaves with a wink and a blown kiss in my direction.

  The apartment is quiet. I listen at his bedroom door before I open the door. He’s not in his bed, but I hear the splash of water as I take a few steps. I slip my shirt over my head and drop the rest of my clothes on the floor as I walk through his room to join him. It’s a bold move for me, but I find it a bit easier knowing it’s Mavick behind that door.

  I find him resting against the back wall of the shower, his eyes closed and water running down his chiseled body. His dick standing up and calling for my attention before he even sees me. I love this view and chose not
to move until he opens his eyes and realizes I’m here.

  He stands slowly, reaching for my hand he pulls me against his chest and wraps me up in his arms. I kiss his chest, letting the hint of salt taste linger on my lips before I do it again. He doesn’t say a word… just palms my face with his hands and leans down to kiss my lips. He’s relentless with his tongue and forces me to the opposite wall with his advances.

  The cold tile is a shock to my back, sending me forward against his chest with a gasp and a small shiver. I spread my palms out on his chest and push him back to the same position he was in earlier. I stand back and admire the view, this time with the depth of want searing through me with his eyes.

  The width of his shoulders makes me feel tiny. I can’t help myself from taking advantage of this opportunity to appreciate every inch of him. Sliding my hands down his arms, I notice the lumps of muscle move as he takes in my touch. He moves his hand to his dick, enclosing it with a grip and a slight pull to the right, giving me even more room to move in closer to his body.

  “Turn around.” He begins to deny my request and I quickly take back the control I’m enjoying too much to lose.

  “Yes. I want to look at you.”

  “Remember this.” He slowly turns around, the water hitting him as he does. A quick swipe of his face and he’s moving his arms to the wall.

  Holy hell this man. The swells of muscle in his back make me want to lick every part of his body. Sliding my hand across his skin and tracing his ink could easily become my favorite pastime.

  I grab the soap and pour some on his shoulders, rushing to use my hand to smooth it over as much surface as I can. I still miss a few drops that fall to our feet. His body twitches as my hand moves over him and I love knowing I’m getting to him. I purposely glide my breasts across his back, moving my hands lower and then around to his chest and stomach.

  My intentions are to tease him and prolong my own fun, so I stop just shy of touching his cock. I know from last night I won’t get much exploring time once we get started.

  The water rinses him quickly as I spread the soap, but I keep touching him as though I’m still on the same mission. His body is so massive in the space there’s really not a way to do this without turning off the water, but I want to keep it on. The steam only adds to the mood.

  I move my focus to his ass, noticing him really tense up when I get close to his crack. “Don’t worry… I have no desire to go near your ass.” I whisper against his back as my hands grip both of his very very firm ass cheeks. Jesus. This man is sculpted perfection and I hope I have the chance to see him again after this week.

  Chapter Three

  Mavick

  Fuck. She’s driving me insane with her touch. I want to turn around and take her up every wall in this shower until I can’t stand anymore. Her tender tracing isn’t a usual for me, but I could get used to it real quick. It’s like her touch goes straight to my dick. Hell, just thinking about her has made me crazy for two days now.

  I’m allowing her to have this control for the time being. I can tell she’s enjoying herself, even though I know she’s being a tease… it feels like fucking torture to me. This isn’t normally what I do. I’m always in control when it comes to the bedroom, so it’s taking so much for me not to flip around and take over.

  Patience is my mantra until the perfect time to pay her back for this torment, but I’m silently begging her to grip my dick and take us to the next level.

  She moves her hands to my ass and I’m literally fighting with everything inside me not to take over. “Don’t worry… I have no desire to go near your ass.” Her warm breath brushes across my back at the same time her tits do. I’ll wait until later to tell her that’s not the same for me. I have every intention of getting her ass and with this kind of workup… it’s bound to be sooner rather than later.

  Her fingers move down my legs as she lowers herself to her knees. I can see her between my legs below just before I feel her bite on my right ass cheek. his is when I decide enough is enough.

  Her eyes find mind the second I turn around, a look of mischief and achievement spreads over her face before I grab the back of her head and guide her mouth onto my dick. She continues to look at me as she takes me to the back of her throat. I hold her in place, waiting for her to pull back, but she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s challenging me to push her too far… but I won’t. I will push her limits since she’s ready to play though.

  “Fuck yes.” I allow her a breath before she takes me in again, this time I lift my hands to the walls of the shower and let her have the power she’s seems determined to have. She begins to move on me, fucking my dick with her mouth and making me want her even more by the second. Is it logical to decide that you’ve found your soulmate when your dick is throat deep in their mouth?

  She sucks and swallows and blows my damn mind until I’ve released everything I have left. Guiding her to her feet, I take note of her unselfish way of pleasing me and plan to do the same to her, but she stops me. “That was for you.”

  “And this will be for you. My turn.” I follow her exact method of torture and make her stand for my viewing pleasure. She’s perfect. Curves in all the right places and flawless skin consume my thoughts as I burn her body into memory. I motion with my hand for her to turn around, drawing a smirk from her face. I use soap as my excuse to touch her, not that I need one… but that’s what she did. I keep away from her most sensitive spots, purposely making her squirm in front of me.

  My hands are large on her small body, not to mention I practically tower over her like a monster. Once I’ve tormented her enough, I lower to the shower floor and kneel between her legs, matching her previous position. She turns slowly, almost embarrassed of the situation, but I don’t let her have the time to think another second about it.

  Before she has a chance to say anything, I move one of her legs over my shoulder and have my mouth on her clit and my hands on her ass.

  She’s already worked up and sensitive to the touch when I dive in, making this much more fun. I lick and nibble her, holding her in place until she’s limp from her own orgasm. Proof of her release on my tongue with each swallow.

  I can appreciate the VIP treatment more than anyone and I’m not afraid to give it.

  We both shower slowly, both of us acting sex drunk from the night we had and the fun we just had in the shower.

  She wraps a towel around her chest and I do the same around my waist. We move through the apartment with ease, as if we belong here together and that makes me even more excited to show her around New Orleans and get to know her even better.

  If the next few days goes like I think they will, I’ll have a rough time letting her leave without me. In fact, I won’t get her a flight until we talk about a few more things. I can train anywhere in the world if she can’t move here.

  She brings a peace to my soul that I haven’t had in a very long time. Having someone like Kinsley next to me every day will do me, and my career, wonders. I have to go for it all with her. Now… I just need to get her to think the same about me.

  Chapter Four

  Kinsley

  Everything has gone ridiculously well over the last week. I took Mollie to the airport yesterday, but other than that I’ve spent every second with Mavick. He’s shown me everything he loves about New Orleans and I even went to his gym every day. It’s hard not to fall for a man who’s as passionate as he is. He loves the kids he’s working with and it makes my heart thump even more to watch him work with them.

  I watch as the kids all give him a fist bump as they head out the door and even get a few new smiles more today than I’ve earned the past couple of days.

  He saunters over to me, his tank top showing off his body and his eyes squinting in my direction. “Those little fuckers think you’re hot.”

  “Whatever.” He catches me off guard and causes me to bust out loud in laughter.

  “No they do. I heard them. They like to show off for you.”
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  “I guess if it keeps them focused on getting better, then I should just come here every time I visit.” He sits beside me, his arm brushing mine as he does.

  “Or… you could just move here and help me open my new gym.”

  “Isn’t this your gym?” I try to blow off his obvious slip on the me moving here part.

  “No… I volunteer here just to help the kids. I want a space that’s strictly for them. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now.”

  “That sounds awesome. You’d be great at it… these kids love you.”

  “So you’ll move here?” He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor while he waits for my response.

  “Don’t you think we’re moving really fast?” The lump in my throat barely allows my voice to be heard. I don’t want to upset him, but I’m just not sure about how quickly we seem to be tangled in each other’s lives. I have family in Denver and a life outside of what I’ve done this week.

  “I’m not thinking about that at all. I’m thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed your company the past week and how much I don’t want you to leave.” His voice gets deeper and lower as he continues to talk. “I love going to bed with you every night and waking up to you every morning.” He sits back against the wall and looks at me, sending the weight of his words over my shoulders.

  “I’ve loved it too.” I don’t continue and give him my reasoning for not being able to just uproot my life. I physically can’t say the words he’s obviously afraid I’m going to say.

  “I want to go home with you and meet your family. I’d have you meet mine if there were any left.” He surprises me with his request and for a minute I just look at him and take in that he’s reaching for a reason to not let me go.

  “Why do you want to meet my family?”

  “Because I need to decide if I’m moving to Denver or not. I’d love it if you’d move here and help me with the gym… but truthfully I can build my gym anywhere. There are kids all over that need a place like this.” He’s clearly thought long and hard about this.