by York, Marie
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
Sneak Peek at Hooked On You
Chapter 2
About the Author
Imperfect Chaos
By Marie York
COPYRIGHT
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Printed in the United States of America.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission of the author except where permitted by law.
Published by Marie York
Copyright September 2016
Cover Photo by mvaligursky
Cover Design by Gotcha Covered
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Chapter 1
Nixon
The slut I’d been training wanted me to go out back with her, and who was I to deny a horny female my dick? She’d been subtly hinting at it for weeks now. I’d tell her to stretch, and she’d purposely turn around and bend over so her ass was practically in my face. It was a nice ass too, thanks to me. Before she walked into my gym, it was a sagging mess. Now, it was tight and perfectly round. I couldn’t wait to see how my hard work paid off.
Hayley got to her car beside the dumpster in the dark corner of the parking lot and sat on the hood, grabbing me by the neck of my t-shirt. It was after nine, and there weren’t many cars left in the lot. Her lips crushed onto mine, and I pulled her ponytail to show her who was in charge. A whimper muffled against our mouths, and her body went lax as she submitted to me.
“You want my cock inside you,” I said, pushing it into her center.
She went to kiss me again, and I wrapped her hair around my hand and gave it another tug. I wasn’t here to fucking make out.
“Don’t you?” I demanded, grabbing her hand and placing it on my throbbing erection. Her fingers cupped my balls through my shorts and moved up, stroking my dick.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, her eyes hooded with desire. All these girls were the same. Pay a little attention to them, and they’d drop to their knees and suck your dick with little to no questions asked.
I got plenty of blowjobs in this parking lot, but tonight, I needed more of a release, and I knew Hayley was game based on her reputation, and the way she practically undressed me with her eyes.
I dragged my tongue across her ear and then let my teeth graze her lobe. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” I reached into her shorts, and with one swipe of my finger across her clit, she was leaking like a goddamn Civ.
She took in a ragged breath, her body shaking with desperation. “I want you to fuck me, Viper. Right here.”
Not one to disappoint, I turned her away from me and bent her over the hood of her car. I didn’t want to look at her face, anyway. She got that look in her eyes that showed me she wanted this to mean something. It didn’t. She was a body and hole for me to stick my dick in. No reason to make it any more than that.
Her ass pushed into me, and I ripped her gym shorts down to her ankles. No underwear. She was a fucking slut. I reached for the condom I’d slipped into my pocket and put it on. I grabbed a handful of her toned flesh, admiring my work, pulled my hand back, and slapped her cheek.
She screamed out, and I wrapped my hand around her mouth, leaning toward her ear and whispered, “Shh.” With a nod, I let my hand fall from her lips, and slip under the tiny little sports bra she was wearing. I pinched her nipple between my forefingers and as her body arched into me, I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy, not giving her a chance to adjust to my size.
“Oh my God, you’re so big,” she moaned, and her hands splayed out on the car.
I grabbed her tits and pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. She whimpered like crazy, and I took hold of her hair again, pulling her back up to me. I didn’t want her slumped over the car like a fucking rag doll. I held her up with one arm, and my other traveled down her side. My finger slid to her clit, and I circled it. “You like that?”
“Oh yes.” She licked her lips and wrapped her hands around my forearm that was holding her up. Her head landed on my shoulder and her body convulsed. Damn, this bitch was easy.
I slammed into her then, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy over and over when I heard the jingle of keys. I looked up from the round ass I was pounding and spotted a girl with long brown curly hair coming our way. The girl was wearing a huge t-shirt, and I couldn’t tell if she had huge tits or was just fat. She was completely oblivious as she slipped her gym membership card onto her key ring. As long as we stayed quiet, she would never see us.
Just then, Hayley let out a moan, and the girl’s attention darted to us. The lights in the parking lot magically turned on, illuminating the girl. Her gray eyes that were the definition of fuck me eyes widened. Red crept up her cheeks as she took in Hayley’s bare tits beneath my hands and our naked bottom halves. She froze in place: her keys dangling from her hand, taking in our little fuck fest. Our eyes met, and I don’t know if I saw interest, embarrassment or disgust, but it didn’t matter, because it only made me want to fuck Hayley harder.
I winked at the girl, and her mouth dropped open in an O as I plunged in and out of Hayley. It must have unfrozen her because she jumped into her car and took off just as I came.
Chapter 2
Brooklyn
With a final glance to the backseat—you could never be too careful—I pressed my foot firmly on the pedal and took off out of that parking lot. I focused on the road in front of me and took a different route home than what I used to come here.
I always used a different route to keep from being predictable. Predictability would get me in trouble, so I made my easy drive home a complicated mess of wrong turns and backward loops.
A car turned as I did, keeping its distance. I made another quick turn with no blinker, and the car did the same. Fear fluttered my heart and choked the air out of my lungs. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the inner voice in my head, telling me to break every rule of the road and get as far away from that car as possible.
A stop sign appeared, and I slowed, but didn’t fully stop, rolling through, afraid to come to a complete stop and make myself vulnerable. The loud thump of my heart filled my ears, and I swallowed down the terror clawing up my throat as the car grew closer to my bumper.
Panic would put me at a disadvantage, I needed to remain calm. At the next corner I slowed and this time the car flew around me and took off, leaving me behind.
My body collapsed agai
nst the seat as the fear left me. The tension in my shoulders eased, and I took a deep jagged breath, attempting to get air back in my lungs.
The car wasn’t following me. I was safe. I closed my eyes for a second, getting my wits about me and continued on my way home.
Once home, I checked my surroundings as I pulled into the parking lot. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I parked in a different spot than yesterday. Before getting out of the car, I glanced around me to make sure no one was lurking.
Feeling secure, I got out of the car and hurried to my apartment, keeping my attention on high alert. Nothing jumped out, or looked suspicious, but that didn’t get rid of the unease that tugged at my gut. Fumbling with my keys, I unlocked my door and when I was inside my apartment, the outside world out there where it belonged, I rested a little easier.
I locked the door, slid the deadbolt into place and hung the chain in place.
I was safe.
My apartment, with the three locks, was my safe space. The only place I wasn’t scared. Once that door was closed, all three locks in place, no one could get to me. Or at least I’d convinced myself as much, and I had to, or I’d go insane.
Now away from the outside world and the constant threat of danger, my mind drifted back to the gym parking lot. Back to what I had witnessed. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn’t. I was ashamed at myself.
As soon as my eyes caught the two figures beneath the streetlight, I knew exactly what was going on, but instead of looking away, I stood there frozen and… intrigued.
The woman’s face was twisted up in pleasure and not retched sadness or pain. She was enjoying everything that he was doing to her, taking pleasure in the act. It was something I knew nothing about.
Sex for my own pleasure was a foreign concept, and for a moment I was jealous of the woman who took so eagerly and carelessly.
She had no shame. A woman who knew what she wanted and took it. Her ass was bare to the world, her most intimate part exposed to the open air without a care, and there I stood in my oversized clothes, covering every curve of my body. Though not by choice. First my fashion choices were for protection, and now because the fear was embedded so far into me, I couldn’t shake the anxiety baring my skin caused. Besides, covering up helped keep me invisible, and being invisible was the only way I knew how to survive.
Well, not the only way. It was why I was at the gym in the first place. I wanted to get strong, build my confidence and learn how to fight. There was only one person who could help me. Teach me everything he knew, and train me for the battle of my life when that moment came. Because it would come. And this time I’d be prepared.
There was no going back for me, only forward, and there was only way I could do that.
Nixon Bennett, the pig who was fucking a girl openly over the hood of his car, was my only hope. My chance to start living again. To stop hiding behind my apartment door in fear of the outside world.
I wanted to feel the sun on my bare shoulders, hear the sound of my own laughter, and more than anything I wanted to feel safe.
In these parts, everyone knew Nixon ‘Viper’ Bennett. He was an animal in the cage, skilled in many different areas of fighting. He was ruthless and cutthroat when it came to his tactics. He didn’t show weakness and thrived on victory.
So while I should have been disgusted with him, I wasn’t. He was a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted, and he didn’t need to do it against someone else’s will. The woman’s face proved that. Having sex didn’t make him a pig. I actually admired his boldness. His give no shits persona that I’d heard so much about and got to witness firsthand when his eyes met mine in that parking lot.
What he did in private was none of my concern, anyway. It’s not what drew me to him. Or why I scheduled a session with him. I had to learn how to fight, and Nixon was my only hope.
I needed him.
Chapter 3
Nixon
Pain exploded in my face as my opponent got a blow right to my cheek. A smile tugged at my lips because, while he thought he finally got an in to take me down, he really was only getting me started. I thrived off pain. Took energy from each forming bruise and bloody cut. The harder he hit me, the more power surged through my veins.
I pushed him off of me and bounced back on my feet. Surprise lit his eyes, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. This asshole actually thought he would beat me? I was undefeated. I sent Brian ‘Brick’ Johnson to the hospital for fuck sakes. There was no beating me.
Thoughts of that fight made my mind wander to the fucking shitfest that happened that weekend. Finding my sister fucking my best friend.
I expected it from my sister. Kennedy couldn’t let me have anything. She wanted all the attention, the praise, so of course she would go after the one person who held me in higher esteem than her.
But Beckham? That lying, sister fucking asshole was supposed to be my best friend. I relied on him to watch over my sister, not to fuck her.
Anger built, and I used it to my advantage, punching my opponent in the jaw. He stumbled back, and I continued to draw strength from my anger.
My entire plan had backfired. Kennedy and Beckham thought I was looking out for my sister’s best interest, asking Beckham to look after her on campus. Isn’t that cute? Little did they know, I was trying to set her up for failure. Destroy her perfect little life and prove to my parents once and for all that she deserved to be drop-kicked off the fucking pedestal they kept her on. She could sit in the dirt and see the world form where I always viewed it while our parents glared down at her as they always did me.
A few minor infractions when I was younger and they never looked at me the same. While Kennedy could do no wrong, I was the black sheep who they couldn’t wait to see gone.
The fact that she chose the college to attend that Beckham had recently transferred to was convenient, but now I wondered if I was the one being played all along. If they’d been sleeping together long before that.
I dodged a fist and threw an uppercut to my opponent’s side. He grunted and sweat dripped off his forehead, landing on my forearm.
I didn’t need Beckham. I didn’t care that he was once the closest thing to a brother I had. If he wanted to jump ship and climb into my sister’s bed then fine. I could take her down without him. Except Kennedy wouldn’t answer my texts, and my parents still thought she was the golden child. But fuck her. And fuck him. All I cared about was the fight.
In the cage, I always won.
It was time to claim my victory. My opponent went to kick me, and I grabbed his leg, twisting it behind him and dropping him to the mat with a single leg drop. I tucked my leg inside his and tightened it around his thigh, rendering his bottom half useless. He went to punch me, and I ducked out of the way. He hugged me to him, my head stuck in his sweaty chest, but not for long. He was gasping for air, and I wasn’t even breathing heavy. I pushed up and took a swing at him, knocking him dead in the eyebrow.
Blood spewed from the nice cut I managed and dripped into his eye. The ref came close as I mounted him, landing blow after blow. He put his hands up in defense, blocking most of my hits, but I couldn’t defuse the anger inside of me, and this guy was now my punching bag.
I finally got one good one in, and his head fell back. The ref came in and pulled me off of my opponent. I threw my arms up and listened to the crowd scream their praise.
This was the ultimate high. Who needed family when I had this?
***
The next morning, I headed into work. I had a new client and liked to get there a little early to get a workout in first. Randy was at the front desk and he looked up from checking his reflection in the picture frame that held the martial arts team champion photo. I gave him a nod.
“Heard you won last night,” he called out, and I stopped, turning to give him a fist bump.
“Guy didn’t have a chance in hell,” I said with a cocky grin.
“They don’t call you ‘The Viper
’ for no reason. When’s your next fight? Maybe I’ll be able to make it.”
“Tuesday after next.”
“I’ll check my schedule and let you know.”
Randy made it to most of my fights, and afterwards, always swore he would start training. But when he worked out, he spent more time looking at himself in the mirror than he did lifting weights. He talked out of his ass a lot, but who was I to tell him he didn’t have what it took?
If he ever decided to get in the cage, he’d find out real fast that vanity didn’t equal strength.
“Your first appointment is already here,” he said, as I went to head to the weight bench.
I looked at my phone. It wasn’t even eight yet. My first client was scheduled in for nine. “Not me. My first isn’t for another hour.”
“Nope, it’s right here in the book. Looks like Cindy rescheduled someone so she can squeeze a Hayley in for the nine o’clock time slot.”
I rolled my eyes at the name. I didn’t expect that girl to be clingy, but I hadn’t really been thinking with the right head then. I was hoping after I fucked her, I’d be done with her. Apparently not. If she was a good lay, I wouldn’t mind taking her for round two, but it was like fucking a corpse. She just lay there on the hood of the car, didn’t even cup my balls, or dig her nails into my sides. Whatever. “Where is this new person?”
“She was wandering.” He stood up and scanned the place before pointing toward the leg press. “There she is. Brunette, big tits. Name’s Brooklyn.”
“Thanks.” I headed over to the girl. She was bent over the machine, looking at the weights, and by the complexed tilt of her head I had a feeling she’d never stepped into a gym before. Baggy sweatpants covered her ass, and it was hard to tell if she had shape beneath them.
“Hey there.” I walked toward her. “You ready to get started?” I put a smile on my face because girls were always intimidated by me and I wanted to get past the shy bullshit right out the gate.