by York, Marie
But I couldn’t hold this inside me anymore. I snapped at poor Sassy this morning. All she wanted was her damn mouse that was stuck under the couch where she couldn’t reach it, but instead of getting it for her, I screamed at her to shut the fuck up and slammed my bedroom door in her face.
There were two girls in my life: Sassy and Tanya. I screamed at Sassy then beat the shit out of Tanya driving here. All because another girl weaseled herself into my life. How the fuck did that even happen, anyway? One minute, I was doing my job, and the next I was volunteering to teach her how to defend herself. I didn’t do shit like that… but the idea of someone threatening or hurting Brooklyn was making me crazy.
I ripped my gloves off and jumped out of the ring. I threw my gloves down on the bench and plopped down beside them.
Kevin sat down on the other side. “Like I said, bottle that up for your match and use it wisely. But don’t let it fuck with you and pull your head out of the fight.”
“Nothing can pull my head out of a fight.”
Kevin patted my shoulder as he stood. “I know, but everyone has a weak spot, and it looks like you finally found yours.” His words reminded me of Sal and his stupid warnings about Seth.
“Never. Just having a day,” I muttered.
“If you say so. I’m going to hit the showers. See you same time tomorrow?”
I nodded. “I’ll be here.”
I took out my phone and did the only thing that would make me happy. I sent a nasty text to my sister because even though I had morals, I was still an asshole.
Are you pregnant yet?
I slid my phone into my shorts pocket, grabbed the rest of my shit, and headed home to give Sassy a treat.
***
The day of my fight, I headed to work. I had to squeeze three clients in early in the morning so I wouldn’t lose out on any money. When I walked into the gym, I nodded to Randy who was smiling at his reflection in a metal water bottle.
“Ready for tonight?” he asked as I strode by.
“I was born ready.”
“Hell yeah!” he cheered. “I’ll be there tonight. Oh, and your first appointment is here. Over by the treadmills.”
“Thanks.”
“Good luck tonight,” he called out as I walked away.
Not like I needed any luck. I was fighting Lorenzo ‘The Rat’ Alvarez. His nickname was a fucking rodent that Sassy could take down. I wasn’t intimidated. Hell, I wasn’t even concerned. If I was, I wouldn’t have been spending my morning at work.
I got over to the treadmills and spotted Hayley. Fuck me. I didn’t even think to look at the lineup for today. She had been booking more and more personal sessions, and every time she got more and more aggressive in her advances. You’d think she’d take a fucking hint. Maybe I just had to tell her she was a dime a dozen and fucked like a corpse.
“Viper, you’re here,” she cooed, and I wanted to roll my eyes, but tried to refrain.
“I’m here. Let’s get this over with.”
“I’d like to drag it out for as long as we can.” She tapped my chest with her finger, letting it trail down before I grabbed it and shoved it away.
“You have an hour,” I stated. “Go over to the medicine balls.”
She skipped away like a fucking over caffeinated child. I ignored her and went to head in the same direction, when my gaze landed on Brooklyn. Her eyes met mine, and all the anger I was trying to contain brewed to the surface as I saw her working out with Melissa, the other trainer.
I switched directions and went right to Brooklyn. “What the fuck?” I demanded.
“Viper.” Melissa held her hand up, and I gave her the death stare.
“You’re my client,” I said, as my hands clenched and unclenched.
Brooklyn got up from the leg machine she was on, and stood in front of me, trying to keep her voice down. She wasn’t wearing her usual t-shirt. Instead, she was in a similar tank top to the one she had on the other night. Her curves were exploding out the top, and as angry as I was, it didn’t stop the hard on that was coming on.
“You’re the one that called me a lazy slob. I’m sorry, but that’s not exactly my idea of motivation,” she spat.
“And I thought you let that go after I saved your ass in the parking lot.”
I stepped toward her then realized how big of a mistake that was. Her scent surrounded me and the animal inside me was losing control.
“I feel more comfortable with Melissa.”
Her words sucker punched me in the gut. More comfortable with Melissa? There were a million things I could have done to make her uncomfortable yet I didn’t do any of them. I caught her gaze, wanting her to look me in the eye to see her true thoughts. “Because I’m some monster that’s going to attack you, right?” She didn’t as much as blink, holding her gaze steady and fueling the raging inferno inside me. I leaned in close to her and whispered against her ear. “You wouldn’t even be my second choice.”
I pulled back, and her eyes darkened to black pools of anger. We stared off, neither one of us saying anything. Until I couldn’t look at her for another second. I stormed away and grabbed Hayley’s hand, dragging her out the building.
Hayley giggled. “Where are we going?”
“Parking lot,” I growled. As soon as we got outside, I rounded the building and went behind the dumpster. I dropped my shorts and stroked my cock.
She licked her lips, a slutty glint in her eyes.
“Get on your knees,” I demanded, and she obeyed, loving being dominated. She parted her lips like a good little girl. I shoved my cock into her waiting mouth, and she took it like a champ. Sucking hard and twirling her tongue up and down my shaft. At least she was better at giving head than she was at sex.
She cupped my balls, and I shoved into her harder until she was choking and drooling. She moaned, and I knew the dirty slut liked to be treated like a piece of shit. She reached into her spandex and began rubbing her clit as she voluntarily took me in all the way. Her lips tightened around my base and she pulled up, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“That’s right, suck it nice and good.” I wrapped my hand around her ponytail and controlled her movements. She moaned her approval.
I reached down and grabbed her tit, rubbing and kneading the small mounds only wishing there was more to grab.
Brooklyn popped into my mind. The way that tank top cut low across her big juicy tits. How I wanted to stick my head between them and lick and suck my way out. Her gray fuck me eyes heavy with pleasure.
I tightened my grip on Hayley’s hair and pumped in and out of her. Pressure built, and I leaned my back against the dumpster. “Oh God, Brooklyn.”
Her lips halted and she slid my cock out of her mouth. “Who the fuck is Brooklyn?” Hayley demanded as spit drooled down her chin. She swiped at it angrily, and fire raged in her eyes.
Shit. There was no way I was letting her walk away without finishing. The last thing I wanted to deal with was a fucking case of blue balls.
“Is she that girl who was inside?”
I rested my hand under her chin and looked into her eyes. “Does it matter? I’m out here with you.” I stroked my thumb across her cheek because girls loved that shit. “I chose you, didn’t I?”
She nodded.
“And I know you love my cock in your mouth.” I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked up and down. “You know you want it.”
Her tongue dabbed at her bottom lip and she gave me what I assumed were her sexy eyes, but looked more like a slightly demented pug.
“Tell me you want it,” I demanded, not taking my eyes off hers. “Tell me you want my cock in your mouth.”
She reached out, wrapping her hand around me just above my hand. “I want your cock in my mouth.” She dropped back to her knees and took all of me in. She moaned, and the vibrations had me rock hard again.
Her tongue swirled around my tip then trailed down my shaft as she continued to stroke me. Her lips tig
htened as she followed her hand up and down. She cupped my balls and gently massaged them. The pressure built up again, and I gripped her hair, urging her to move faster.
She went faster, taking me deeper. “Fuck,” I groaned as I came with a fucking vengeance.
Hayley swallowed and licked her lips. “My turn,” she said, as she stood up.
“Who said anything about your turn?” I asked, and stepped out of the dumpster, adjusting my dick.
She gasped. “You’re such an asshole!” Hayley stormed up behind me, but her words turned to fuzz as my eyes landed on Brooklyn.
She froze in place. I took my hand out of my pants, and even though I didn’t finger Hayley, I sniffed my finger to be the fucking asshole everyone thought I was.
Disgust splattered across Brooklyn’s face as she huffed and jumped in her car.
Hayley was still telling me how much of an asshole I was, but I ignored her, and went back to work.
Chapter 9
Brooklyn
I don’t know why it hurt so bad. Why I even cared who Nixon fucked. We weren’t together, hell we were barely acquaintances, but seeing the anger in his eyes when he spotted me with Melissa, the betrayal beneath the anger, it broke my heart.
Silly me was going to apologize until I saw him with that same girl. For all I knew that was his girlfriend, it’s not like I ever asked. He was my trainer, not my friend, or anything else for that matter. He owed me nothing yet here I was a crying mess, locked inside my apartment, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
Despite his harsh persona, I enjoyed our sessions. He made me feel safe and beyond that he made me think I could be strong. It was all I ever wanted and I honestly thought he could get me to a good place, but after I panicked… I was ashamed, embarrassed. We were getting too close. He would eventually find out my secret and I had gone to enough trouble to keep it hidden. I couldn’t let that happen. I could let him get closer to me and drag him into the mess that was my life.
It was better this way. He had someone who liked to fuck where and whenever he wanted and I could go back to my isolation. It was safer that way anyway. I’d allowed myself to get too brave. I could’ve easily made a mistake and gave my location away.
I went into the kitchen and opened the cabinets, searching for something sweet to drown my sorrows in. I’d forgotten I’d given all the good stuff away and all that I had left was frozen vegetables, lean meats and stevia.
Tonight, at my shift, I was eating two pieces of pie damn it. The hell with Nixon’s meal plan. He could take all his health-conscious food and shove it up his ass for all I cared. I didn’t want it anymore.
I slammed the cabinet, annoyed with everything and headed to my bedroom. I had a couple hours before my shift started, so I climbed beneath the comforter and closed my eyes. Nixon’s face popped into my mind. The last few nights he’d been a welcome sight, but right now, he was the last person I wanted to see. His eyes didn’t make me feel worthy anymore. They made me feel anger and hurt. I didn’t want to be reminded that they would never belong to me. Or that I was a fool to think that I could leave my past behind and move on with someone who was completely out of my league.
Still, despite my insecurities, there was something between us, an electric current that couldn’t be ignored. Or maybe it was only me who felt it… No. I saw the way he looked at me when he took my hand. Felt the intense heat in his gaze as his eyes drifted over my body.
He was fighting it as much as I was.
I forced him out of my thoughts and shut out the world until all I saw was blackness. Then I let myself to slip into the only place where I could escape the hardships of my reality; my dreams.
***
Nixon
All I could think about was the look of disgust on Brooklyn’s face. In that moment, it was exactly what I wanted, but ever since, it had been tearing my guts to shreds. Since when did I give a shit about what a girl thought of me?
I pushed my glove into my eyes to get my focus. Brooklyn was the last thing I needed to be thinking about. I needed my head in the cage.
The ref came out to the middle of the ring, and I took my spot in the center with The Rat as the ref ran down the usual spiel. I knocked gloves with Lorenzo and headed back to my side.
I grabbed onto the cage and took a deep breath, channeling my energy. I focused on the anger that I’d been harboring. I thought about my sister, the spoiled brat, and how she stole everything from me. I thought about Beckham and his betrayal. About my parents and their constant disappointment. Then, I recalled Brooklyn and the hot raw anger I felt when she thought I was capable of attacking her.
I let go of the cage, letting that anger control me. I turned my head from side to side, cracking my neck.
The ref signaled the start of the fight, and I bounced in, ready to find my release. I went in quick, not giving Lorenzo a second to plan. I jabbed getting him right in the jaw. He went to jab back, and I swatted his hand away. I moved forward, kneeing him in the stomach, as he grabbed my hands, and held them down.
I pulled away and swung again. Lorenzo tucked under, trying to take me down. Above everything, he was a wrestler, and I knew he was trying to get me on the mat. But if he wanted me on the ground, he would have to try a hell of a lot harder than that. He hugged me to him, and I took it as my opportunity to knee him again.
Lorenzo pressed toward me, looking for the takedown. I gave him a short elbow to the side, but it didn’t deter him. He pushed me up against the cage, and I kneed him again. I caught his strong arm with mine, locking it in place.
He landed an uppercut to my side, but it felt more like a tickle than a punch. He continued going for my middle, wrapping his arms around me, and trying to get me on the mat.
I lifted my knee into him, knowing that eventually the blows would wear on him. I was hoping this would be a quick match. He’d come at me, and I’d take him down with a few punches. But, as much as I hated to admit it, I wasn’t completely on my game. I was trying to feed on the anger inside me, but Brooklyn’s damn face kept popping into my head. Instead of anger, I was feeling guilt.
Never in my life had I ever felt guilty, or regretful, for any of my actions. I revealed Beckham’s biggest secret to my sister, and I found pleasure in it. I thrived off of destroying people. Of making them feel like shit. I could make a girl suck my dick, leave her behind a fucking dumpster, and not feel an ounce of remorse. But I saw that look of disgust on Brooklyn’s face, and I couldn’t let it go.
Get out of my fucking head!
Lorenzo went in, grabbing me around the midsection, and took me down. Fuck! He pushed my head into the cage, but I wouldn’t just lie on my back, and take it. His forearm pushed into my throat, reminding me of Brooklyn’s freak out. The anger surged through me and I fought back with all that I had. Grabbing his arms every time he went at me and holding him off until I got my chance to get out of it.
I managed to jump out and get a few jabs and kicks in before the end of round one.
I went to my corner and sat down. Mark, my coach, came up to me and handed me a bottle of water. “What’s going on? You should’ve had more hits this round,” he said, as if I needed him to tell me. I was fucking there, and I was more than aware of what should’ve happened and what didn’t.
Kevin placed bags of ice on me to cool me down. Sal came up to the cage and started screaming nonsense into my ear. I tuned them all out. I didn’t give a fuck what they had to say. I was the goddamned fighter and I knew how to win a fight.
“Dress up those kicks,” Mark said, as I finally let the noise back in. “Get a few hard ones in there and this match is yours.”
I nodded and took another swig of water before heading back to the center. The second round was better than the first. Lorenzo didn’t get me on the ground, but he did get a nice blow to my face. I could feel the swelling starting, and the bruise forming, but the pain was my driving force. I kicked his ass, and the round would have been the end of it all if I h
ad thirty more seconds. Unfortunately, I didn’t and had to wait till round three.
I slumped into my chair, my body buzzing to get back out there, and finish this damn thing.
Mark grabbed my shoulders. “Keep doing what you’re doing. He’s wearing down. Just take him down when he least expects it. They don’t call you Viper for nothing.” He patted my cheek. “Got it?”
I nodded to Mark, and Kevin pressed a bag of ice to my chest. “You’re doing good,” Kevin said. “Whatever was on your mind earlier seems to finally be gone.”
It was… until he fucking said something. Dammit to hell. I smacked myself in the head as if that would get Brooklyn and her stupid fucking look of disgust to disappear. Who the fuck did she think she was anyway? She actually had the nerve to judge me? She was the one who was fucked up. Losing her shit on me like she did. I did nothing but try to help her. I wasn’t the ass wipe who fucked her up in the first place. Though, I would like to get my hands on whoever that was. Just thinking about someone causing Brooklyn harm set me off. I felt an overwhelming need to protect her and beat whoever caused her fear and sadness to a bloody pulp.
A burning rage exploded inside of me. It was different than the usual rage I had grown accustomed too. This was uglier and a thousand times more ferocious than anything I had ever experienced. Unable to focus on anything else, my surroundings faded to the fury in my mind. All I saw was red, dark bloody red, and I wasn’t going to be happy until it was pouring from Lorenzo’s face.
“Hey, you in there?” Mark asked, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. “You need to focus!”
I was focused all right. Focused on unleashing whatever this was brewing inside me. It was ripping me apart, and I needed to release it before it consumed me.