by Lana Hartley
"Coming!" I shout. I'm not expecting anyone. Who the hell is it?
The knocking continues in rapid succession.
I unlock the door, swing it open, and to my surprise, it's Natalie.
"What are you doing here?"
She seems out of breath.
"I'm so glad you're home," she says, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "I need to tell you something. It's important. You can't fight Hunter."
"It's too late for that. The fight is happening."
"No," she says, shaking her head. "You don't understand."
"What's there to understand?"
"Can I come in? This is going to take a few minutes."
"Of course," I say, leading her into my apartment.
Clearly, there's something bothering her, but at this point, I have no idea what. She's usually so calm and composed. This is out of character for her.
Before I can close the door, Natalie is spilling the news to me.
"It's Fat Ed," she says.
"What about him?"
"He blackmailed me. He's the reason this fight is even happening. He found a recording that I made of our interviews and he listened to them. And in those recordings was documented everything that happened during that night. He never should've had access to that. I threw it away, and he went through my trash and dug it out behind my back. But he thought since I've grown close to both of you that I'd go along with this. However, he's wrong. I can't. I'd never. But now that we know the truth, you and Hunter can't go forward with this fight."
I watch her, completely taken aback. Emotion is surging in her eyes, and she's on the verge of tears.
"There's nothing we can do," I say, and it's true. "Hunter isn't willing to talk to either of us, and unfortunately, the deal has been signed. This fight is going to happen."
A tear zigzags down her cheek and she wipes is away. I can tell this is not the news she came to hear.
"It's my fault; if it wasn't for my recording, we wouldn't be in this situation. I should've properly destroyed the recordings. I wasn't thinking," she says.
"Shhh, it's okay," I say, embracing her. "Don't beat yourself up over this. It's not your fault."
She looks up at me, and I'm overwhelmed by the sincerity in her eyes. With the back of my hand, I rub her cheek tenderly, and as our eyes are locked on one another I say, "I love you."
I wasn't expecting those words to tumble out of my mouth. It wasn't something I planned, but they emerged from a place of honesty. For a minute, my heart beats fast with the vulnerability I'm now feeling.
What if she doesn't feel the same way? I've just served my heart on a platter. What if she sticks a knife in it?
But that's not what happens. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, stands up on her tiptoes, and presses her lips to mine.
Then, holding my gaze she says, "I love you too."
Her reciprocation causes a cocktail of emotions to course through my veins, but it's now mostly a mixture of desire and need.
I'm angry at Fat Ed—there's no doubt about that—but with Natalie here in my arms, I also feel lucky, like I've won something bigger than any of this.
And my cock is throbbing.
I want Natalie, and I want her now.
“Let's forget about Ed,” I say, my eyes locked on hers. I place my hands on her hips, the dress she's wearing bunching around her waist as I pull her into me. I breathe in her scent—rose and vanilla. And then I place two fingers under her chin, bringing her mouth closer to mine. She doesn't resist. I press my mouth to hers. The contact makes my cock twitch. A jolt of pleasure surges in me, and I pin her against the wall, pressing my body into hers.
"You feel so good," she breathes out.
I move my hands from her waist down to her ass and I give it a firm squeeze. An animalistic need surges through me.
"Let's take this off," I growl, grabbing her dress and pulling it over her head. She helps by raising her arms, allowing it to come off easily. Once off, she unclasps her bra and I watch as it falls to the floor.
Now she's standing in front of me, completely naked and exposed. Her breasts are the best I've ever seen—two perfect scoops of vanilla.
"You're perfect," I growl. I've never been so hungry for a woman in all my life. I pull her to me and lift her into my arms. As I do this, she laces her legs around my hips. Her skin is so soft as we kiss again. She nibbles my lower lip playfully, her teeth pulling on it gently.
Then she rakes her nails through my hair and the way she does this sends a shiver down my spine. I move my lips move from her mouth down to her neck, savoring every inch of her skin. Without letting her go, we walk to the leather couch and I place her on it.
I sit down beside her and she smiles, "My turn." As she says this, she climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. She's grinding her pussy on my cock, and I can feel it swell and harden beneath her.
"Someone's eager," she purrs, grinding harder on my cock. Then she leans down and bites my neck playfully before moving her fingers to the buttons on my shirt.
"Let's take this off," she smiles.
I can't help but look at her tits s she does this. My eyes survey her body and I reach over, giving both of her tits a squeeze in my hands.
“I need you right now,” I growl. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. You're the only woman in the fucking world that I want.”
“Take me,” she whispers, and the way the words fall from her lips like a gentle breeze brings out my animalistic hunger for her. My brain is completely submerged under primal desires.
She slides my shirt off, and then drags her fingers up the nape of my neck, and through my hair. I do the same, reaching my hand through her hair, but this time, I yank it, forcing her head back.
“How bad do you want me, Natalie? How bad do you want my cock buried inside of you?” I growl. "Tell me."
“I'm here, aren't I?” she says, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile. I yank harder on her hair and she gasps.
I slowly let go of her hair, my fingers sliding down her neck, and I lift her from my lap and push her down on the leather of the couch. I place my body over hers, and the dominance I'm exerting makes me cock even harder. With my shirt off, I watch her eyes wander down my chest and abs … and further down to the bulging shape of my cock. A cock that I can't wait to bury in her.
I hook my fingers in her black thong and I pull it down her smooth legs. With the thong off, her pussy is now in plain view.
I’m so wet … oh God I'm wet for you," she moans.
“Good girl,” I say, but I barely manage to get the words out because my cock is throbbing. Her nipples harden in anticipation of my touch, and I bring my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth. She squirms beneath me, her hips grinding into the couch. She gasps, and I have one, blinding need right now, and it's her pussy.
I place my mouth on her collarbone and she shivers under my touch. She's rocking her hips from side to side, trying to taunt my cock from my pants.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” I say.
“Yes…now, please," she whispers, her desire reduced to a few words.
“Take my belt off,” I growl. I grab her hands and place them on the buckle. Her fingers tremble as she slowly removes the leather from the loops. Once my belt is unbuckled, she moves to my pants, unbuckling them and pulling my zipper down with a one quick, metallic zing. She places her fingers on the waistband of my boxer briefs and then tugs them down my waist and hips.
My hard cock jumps into sight and without hesitation, she curls her fingers around my pulsing shaft.
"Oh fuck," I groan.
She doesn't waste any time, and moves her fingers down my hard shaft, tracing it from root to tip. As she reaches the tip, a hint of pre-cum leaks from my throbbing head. Can one woman have a better touch than Natalie? It seems impossible.
“I want your mouth," I say, and I don't need to say it twice.
She parts her
lips and slowly rolls them down my cock until I feel my tip push against the back of her throat. I close my eyes as she slides my shaft deep inside her mouth. She has to open her mouth wide, just to accommodate my cock.
"Oh fuck," I moan, "yes." My cock is pulsing inside of her mouth.
She pushes her mouth down until her lips meet the base of my cock, and then she pulls back, taking in much-needed air.
She dives back in, moving up and down my shaft, bobbing her head back and forth as she twirls her tongue around my tip. She's making slow, deliberate movements, teasing my cock with her mouth. Then, with one hand, she grabs my balls, rolling them between her fingers.
She kisses my shaft until her mouth reaches my balls. She sucks one in, rolling it around her mouth.
“I want your fucking pussy,” I growl.
"If you want it, take it," she says, as if it's a dare.
I push her down on the couch, one hand sliding down her stomach and landing between her thighs. She spreads her legs, revealing her pussy to me.
I place one hand against her pussy, and she opens her mouth as a soft moan escapes her lips.
I slide one finger inside of her pussy, moving it in and hooking it upward until I'm knuckle deep. I move my fingers back and forth, pressing my thumb against her clit and moving it in quick circles. With my other hand, I reach up and squeeze one of her breasts.
I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger as my other hand keeps ravaging her pussy.
She arches her back, wriggling under my touch, and she curls her toes and grabs at the leather of the couch. A whirlwind of desire clouds my mind. I slide a second finger into her pussy and press down on her clit with a newfound energy.
She pushes her hips upward and her muscles begin to twitch and then, in a blink, it's as if a dam has broken and she's moaning uncontrollably. Her muscles contract in ecstasy.
“I hope you know I'm just getting started,” I smile. As she rocks her hips from side to side, I can feel her drenched pussy beneath me.
“Who said I was done?” she grins. As soon as she says this, she reaches up with her fingertips and brushes them against my skin, tracing the ridges of my muscles.
It's been difficult to wrap my head around this whole situation … what started out as a chance encounter with a journalist has led to … this.
“I need you,” she says, sliding her fingers down my abs and once again curling them around my shaft.
“Good,” I say, grinning. Moving fast, I grab both of her wrists and pin her to the couch, climbing on top of her. My cock is craving her pussy, as if it's the only thing that matters. My entire body tells me it's the only thing it needs—more than food, air, or water.
Releasing one of her wrists, I grab my cock and angle it at her pussy. And then, using a slow, steady pressure, I push it inside of her, inch by inch. She opens her legs wider and thrusts her hips toward me, begging me to go deeper.
“You want this so fucking bad,” I whisper against her ear, rubbing the tip of my cock against her pussy.
"Yes," she manages to say, the faint whisper of the word barely escaping her lips. With my body above hers, she reaches her hands around my waist and grabs my ass, pulling me into her. “This,” she moans, "I need you … and this."
I love the power I have over her right now, and in a moment, I give a hard thrust, and bury my cock so deep she must feel it in her stomach.
She squirms and moans as I continue to piston into her, filling her like no other man has ever done before. Even though I know my cock pushes her to her limits, I know the pleasure of it is flooding her senses. She moves her fingers to my ass, raking her nails across it. I grit my teeth.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” I growl into her ear. Lust has taken over our rational minds. I open my mouth and she does the same until our tongues are pressed together as one. I thrust my tongue back, and as I do this, I squeeze her breasts with force and she squirms again.
Her pussy tightens, and I piston my cock into her even faster. I'm thrusting with enough force to make her tits bounce.
“Come for me," I moan, fucking her so fast and hard that there’s no other option but for her to obey me. And in a split second she does. Her entire body convulses as her pussy tightens around my shaft. And I don't stop. I keep fucking her. Then I grab her by the waist and turn her around, forcing her to lie face down on her stomach. Now I have a perfect view of her ass and she wiggles it at me, taunting me with her movements. Her breasts are pressed firmly against the couch's leather.
I push her legs apart as lie down on top of her. My hips are pressed into her ass, and in a heartbeat, the tip of my cock is pressed against her pussy.
I give a few, hard thrusts and with one open hand, slap her ass cheek. Her face is pressed against the couch and her mouth is open in a moan that I can barely hear because it gets buried in the leather cushions. I continue to piston against her, grabbing the flesh of her ass cheeks.
“Fuck me harder,” she moans. “Harder! Harder!”
She angles her ass so that I can penetrate her deeper. I reach down and rub her clit as I continue to piston in and out of her. Pleasure builds within me and before I know it, I feel an orgasm rocking my cock. I grab her hips and with one hard thrust, I bury my cock deep into her pussy and hold it there and streams of hot cum shoot out. I feel my cock convulsing in ecstasy, spasming in her pussy.
I cum so much that it fills her pussy and then spills down the inside of her thighs. We remain in that position as I continue to come, filling her to the brim...and then some. Then I slowly remove my cock and thick strands of cum spill out of her pussy, wetting the leather of the couch.
“That was incredible,” I whisper into her ear, and even though she smiles, I know that there's one thing that could've made this moment perfect.
Hunter.
We both know that things just aren't the same without Hunter.
Natalie
Five months.
Time flies, doesn’t it? I’d say that time flies when you’re having fun, but that hasn’t exactly been the case. Sure, I had Logan by my side during all these months but, without Hunter, I feel like a puzzle with a missing piece.
I’m closer than ever to Logan, and I love him with all my heart … but I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I've forgotten about Hunter. It’s just impossible. Somehow, the connection the three of us forged is too strong to break off.
Twenty phone calls.
Probably a lot more, but these were the ones I remember. I’ve tried to reach Hunter over and over again, but I never managed to get through to him. He instructed everyone around him, from his agent to his lawyer, to shut us out, and that’s exactly what they did.
As a last resort, I even sent word to Hunter’s lawyers about the way things unfolded, and about Ed’s involvement with the leak. As they told us, they would relay the message, but that we shouldn’t expect Hunter to believe such nonsense. Apparently, there’s a huge penalty if one of them backs out of the fight… And so, by trying to convince Hunter that he doesn’t have to fight, I must be playing right into his assumption that Logan and I have bandied up together to crush him.
Seven press conferences.
That’s how many of them I’ve accompanied Logan to. I don’t know if it was appropriate of me to go with him, but he insisted he wanted me by his side. And how could I refuse? When the man you love asks you for your support, ‘no’ is the last word you want to say.
The journalists always go crazy when they see us, and I’ve lost count of how many times my face has appeared on articles about Logan. Our relationship is no longer hidden from the world; it’s in the open now. I’m just afraid of that making Hunter even angrier than he already must be.
Two face-offs.
The contract obliged them to it, and even though that was the last thing they wanted to do, they had to meet. Those are awkward events, but there was no way around it. And so I accompanied Logan to both of them, and I sat in the front rows as th
ey marched onto a stage in front of thousands of people and were forced to do their fighting poses just a few inches away from each other.
While most events of the kind involve trash-talking and are akin to a circus, it was completely different with Hunter and Logan. They refused to do any kind of trash talking, and they barely acknowledged each other.
Okay, I’m not being completely fair; Logan tried to talk with Hunter the first time he saw him, but he just pretended he wasn’t listening to any of his words. Just like I had predicted, Hunter has his heels dug in, and he won’t listen to anything that comes out of Logan’s mouth, or mine, for that matter.
You’d think that two face-offs as cold as as these ones would disappoint the fans but, somehow, it has only made the interest in the fight grow. With everyone aware of their past, they know that this isn’t a fictional grudge; no, it’s all very real, too real.
Five sparring sessions.
Logan has been training like a maniac and, despite not embarking on a training camp that cuts him off from the rest of the world, his focus is laser sharp. I’ve seen him spar five times with different opponents, all of them former heavyweight champions, and he cut through all of them easily.
Still, every time he steps inside the ring, I feel anxiety gripping me tight. And those were only sparring sessions. Once it’s only Hunter and Logan inside the ring, I’m going to be a complete wreck. After all, Hunter isn’t just a champion; he’s the champion of champions.
Hundreds.
Logan and I, we’ve been together hundreds of times now, and you know exactly what I mean by that. You’d think that, with all his training, there wouldn’t be much time for us to be together, but that’s exactly the opposite. I don’t know how much I believe him, but Logan insists on telling me that he needs me by his side to keep focused.
And, well, I couldn’t be any happier to oblige. We’ve been fucking every single day now, sometimes more than once, and every time we do it we seem to grow closer.
Still, there’s that damned hole inside my heart…
I can’t make it go away and, oh, I tried.
Twenty four hours.
That’s right, twenty fours to go. After five months of training, anxiety, and tearing my hair out… Fight day is finally upon us. Tomorrow, Logan’s going to step inside that ring, and there’ll be no way out for me; I’ll have to watch the two men I love pummel each other to death.