Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance

by Michaela Scott

  “Just fucking wait until we get back to the hotel.”

  Outside our hotel window, the lights of downtown Portland shake up and down as Caleb fucks me from the back. He didn’t even say anything when we got in; he just posed me on the bed, pulled off my clothes piece by piece, and slid every inch of himself inside me.

  I never considered myself the type of girl to be loud during sex, but when I’m with Caleb…well, let’s just say it’s a good thing that the walls in here seem thick and sturdy. The feeling of Caleb’s huge cock pumping in and out of me is causing me to make noises I didn’t even know I could make. Of course, that’s not enough for Caleb. He told me in the elevator that he was going to make me pay for every erection I gave him while we were out in Portland, so I know he’s not about to show me any mercy any time soon. I bite my lip and let out a long breath as Caleb’s hands begin to travel up my body, sliding up my stomach until they reach my breasts and enveloping them with his huge hands. It’s so easy to think of him as my annoying stepbrother sometimes that I’m still surprised by just how big he feels when we’re naked and his body is pressed up against mine.

  Caleb’s hands manipulate my breasts like they weigh nothing at all, and then he grabs onto my shoulders, pulling me down hard on his cock as he begins to thrust faster. Before too long, I close my eyes and come, shuddering as the inked-up MMA fighter behind me takes out a whole day of sexual frustration on my bent-over, trembling body. The feeling of me coming up against him is too much even for him, though, and he follows right behind me, shuddering with a massive orgasm that almost sends me right back over the edge.

  Temporarily spent, Caleb collapses down on top of me, crushing me into the mattress.

  I tap Caleb a couple of times on the arm. “Get off, you’re heavy.”

  I can feel Caleb laughing on top of me. “Did you just tap out on me?”

  He rolls over, wrapping his massive arms around me and pulling me on top of him.

  “Yes.”

  Caleb smirks and squeezes me in his arms, sending a shiver up and down my spine. Lying on top of him shouldn’t feel this good, but it really, really does.

  I trace my finger along the contour of one of Caleb’s massive pecs, stopping when I feel a curved jagged ridge running along it.

  “What’s this from?”

  My whole body shakes as Caleb laughs. “I got that one about a year ago. I was fighting this dude who called himself Alligator, and his thing was that he had this mouthpiece that went over his teeth with blades on the top and the bottom.”

  “Oh no!”

  “So as soon as we get into the ring, this guy charges at me, and digs his stupid fake teeth into my chest. Look, there’s another scar down here.”

  Caleb grabs my finger and guides it to right above his nipple, where a deeper scar curves up like a smile. “So this guy bites me on the chest, and it fucking hurts, but now he’s got his head stuck to my body. Three punches and he went down. Not a very smart guy.”

  I run my fingers along both halves of the scar, starting to feel myself warming up again.

  “Want the grand tour?” Caleb asks, pointing to some of his other scars. I smile and nod, and Caleb takes me all around his body, putting my hands on all his hidden scars, most of them inflicted by some kind of crazy weapon wielded by one of his opponents.

  “So why does everyone you fight get to have crazy weapons and you don’t? How is that fair?”

  “I could if I wanted to, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s not MMA. In the underground leagues, people get gimmicks because that’s what the crowd wants to see, but I think it’s weak to bring a weapon in a ring. As soon as I see someone like that, I know I’m a better fighter than they are.”

  “Why didn’t you pick a better league, then?”

  “What, like be on TV, and have all the announcers talking about my rich dad, and how I probably got into fighting because of my mom? They’d put me on TV even if I sucked because I’d be great fucking TV just for my last name. No one in this league knows my name, and they don’t care. I had to earn this.”

  I rest my head on Caleb’s collarbone and look up into his eyes. “Are you going to keep fighting after this tournament?”

  Caleb is quiet for a few seconds, looking up at the hotel ceiling. “I thought I was, until this afternoon. Now, I’m not sure. Part of me just wants to win that prize money and use it for something better.”

  Caleb looks back to me, with a devilish look in his eyes. “But if I start thinking like that, I’m going to get my ass beat in the first round. You’re not a fucking spy for one of my opponents, are you?”

  I stick my tongue out at Caleb. “Maybe.”

  “Shit, I didn’t even think about that. They knew I was going to fucking demolish them at the tournament, so they sent me a sexy-ass curvy stepsister to get inside my head and make me think about quitting.”

  With one hand, Caleb spreads my legs, pushing my hips down into his abs with his other hand and turning the heat between my legs from mild to scorching hot.

  “I guess I’ve got no choice but to fuck you until you’re on my side, then.”

  Caleb pulls me down his body, and I can feel the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance, ready to slide back inside me and make me his again…

  But there’s a knock at the door. A loud one. I roll off of Caleb with a disappointed groan.

  “That better not be Gina.”

  The knock comes again, faster and angrier. I throw my clothes on, hop into my jeans, and crack the door open.

  As soon as I start to open the door, a strong hand pushes it all the way open, and three police officers storm into the room.

  “Police! Hands in the air, no sudden moves!”

  I squint against the light of an officer’s flashlight as Agent Woods steps into the room. Then, I feel someone take my raised hands and cuff them together behind my back, while the cop in the back starts reading Caleb his rights.

  “I was hoping you’d do it the easy way,” says Agent Woods, “But you left me no choice.”

  “Hold on, wait, hold on!” I turn around, and see a short, overweight cop trying to pull Caleb out of bed. It’d almost be funny if we weren’t in such serious trouble.

  “I’m fucking naked under here, give me a second!”

  Uh oh. I didn’t even think about how this looks. Agent Woods knows Caleb and I are stepbrother and stepsister, he’s naked in bed, and I’ve got sex hair going in seven different directions. I’m pretty sure we just got busted.

  I can see the headline now: Local Girl Caught with Sexy Stepbrother. I’ll never be able to live it down.

  But really, my problems could be much worse than just getting exposed. I mean, we just got caught lying to an FBI agent! We could go to jail!

  Agent Woods looks over my shoulder at the cop trying to get Caleb out of bed. “Is he wearing clothes yet?”

  “Kind of.”

  “Close enough. Let’s get them to the station.”

  When they finally get Caleb out of the room, he’s dressed in nothing but a pair of ridiculously tight boxer briefs. We make eye contact, and he shrugs.

  “Let’s give some people a show.”

  He seems pretty calm for somebody who just got arrested. As the police lead us on a long, awkward walk from our room to the elevator to the squad car parked out front, Caleb looks mildly annoyed at worst. I’m a little less put together, but since I know totally freaking out would be a really bad idea, I manage to keep it together until the car starts to pull away from the hotel.

  I turn to Caleb. “Do you remember everything you said yesterday morning?”

  “Yeah. Don’t worry, we got this.”

  I wish I had his confidence. I’m not so sure we do.

  Chapter 21: Emma

  I yawn. It’s got to be four in the morning by now, and counting the dots on the interrogation room ceiling is getting seriously old. Caleb’s been offering to let me use him as a pillow so I can take a nap before Agent Wood
s gets here, but I’m definitely not giving her any more incriminating evidence that we’re fucking than she already has.

  Besides, touching Caleb is not a good idea right now. He’s almost completely naked, and my body’s still thinking about what he was about to do with it before the police knocked. Forget prison. I can’t imagine a worse punishment than being stuck in a tiny room with a mostly-naked Caleb and a camera recording everything we do.

  “So how many felonies do you think they’ll charge us with?”

  Caleb shrugs. “I’m not worried, and you definitely shouldn’t be worried. If they try and give you a hard time, I’ll take full responsibility.”

  “Even if it means more charges for you?”

  “It’s only fair.”

  I think he’s trying to make me feel better, which is really sweet, but it’s not exactly working. I don’t want to go to jail, but I don’t want Caleb to talk himself into jail either. Who’d be my annoying stepbrother if he wasn’t around?

  Agent Woods walks into the interrogation room, breaking me out of my reverie. The short, overweight police officer who arrested Caleb shuffles in behind her. Agent Woods shoots him a look. “Actually, I’d prefer to talk to these two alone, if you don’t mind.”

  The policeman looks a little disappointed, nods, and closes the door behind us. Almost immediately, Agent Woods’s demeanor changes. She shakes her head, rolls her eyes, and undoes her bun, letting her black hair fall down to her shoulders. “I hate Portland.”

  I shrug. “It’s nice to visit.”

  There’s an uncomfortable silence between us as Agent Woods drops a manila folder down onto the interrogation table. “First of all, don’t try to deny that you’re Beast. If you open up that folder, you’ll find our entire file on you, and you’ll see that we have more than enough evidence to prove your identity.”

  Caleb opens up the folder, and a smirk appears on his face as he casually flips through it. “Alright, fine. I never really tried to hide it from anyone but my dad.”

  This isn’t going how I wanted it to go. Shouldn’t we have a lawyer here or something?

  Agent Woods lets out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you. Now we can actually talk.”

  She sits down across from us. “Before we go any further, you should know that personally, I don’t really doesn’t care about prosecuting fighters. In my ideal scenario, we all win.”

  Caleb looks up from his folder. “So you want me to fucking snitch.”

  Agent Woods laughs. “Let me tell you what I want. You’re a member of the California Kings Underground MMA league, correct?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And you’re going to be competing in their championship tournament two weeks from now, aren’t you?”

  Caleb sets his mouth into a hard line. “I was, until I got arrested.”

  Agent Woods leans back in her chair and smiles. “Don’t think of it as getting arrested. Think of it as getting hired.”

  A vein throbs in Caleb’s forehead, and I’m worried he’s about to say something inappropriate to Agent Woods. Then, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

  “Hired to do what?”

  “Win the championship. Do you know what happens if you do?”

  “I win a lot of money?”

  “Yes, but you also get invited to an afterparty, and that party is the real reason we’re interested in California Kings. Your league has some very high profile fans: mobsters, corrupt businessman, shady politicians, you name it. They gamble on your fights, and at the end of every season, they gather together for a very exclusive gala.”

  Agent Woods pulls a phone out of her pocket and sets it on the table. “So here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to win the tournament, get invited to the gala, and bring Mrs. Grant with you as your date. Once you’re inside, you’re going to use this phone to take pictures of her, making sure to get as many people in the background as possible. Once you have at least twenty clearly visible partygoers on camera, you’re going to leave, turn the phone over to us, and we’ll drop all the charges against you.”

  “But only if I win.”

  Agent Woods nods. “If you lose, we might still be able to drop your charges, but it would require a more…long-term relationship with us.”

  Caleb leans over the table, looking Agent Woods dead in the eye. “I’m not going to lose.”

  “Um…” Agent Woods turns to look at me. “If this party is full of mobsters…won’t it be dangerous to walk around with a phone taking pictures?”

  Agent Woods shrugs. “That’s where you come in. We think the party’s going to give Caleb the benefit of the doubt because they’re huge fans of the fighters, but it’s going to be your job to make it look natural. The more you act like Caleb’s date, the easier it’ll be to get those pictures taken. If you do get into trouble, there’s a number loaded onto the phone you can call, and we’ll send someone up to help you.”

  I’m not exactly excited about this offer, but it could definitely get a lot worse. As far as I’m concerned, saying yes is pretty much a no-brainer. Luckily, Caleb feels the same way.

  “Alright. As long as I don’t have to snitch on any of the other fighters, we got a fucking deal.”

  Agent Woods extends her hand across the table, and Caleb shakes it. Then, she shakes mine.

  “Pleasure doing business with you. We’ll be in touch.”

  And just like that, she’s gone.

  Chapter 22: Emma

  What’s gotten into me? Caleb hasn’t even come out of the locker room and I’m already on the edge of my seat. Shouldn’t I be a little more concerned about the fact that Caleb’s about to fight four incredibly dangerous knockout matches in a ring with no refs, with the best case scenario being that we have to go to a party full of criminals and conduct a sting operation?

  Maybe it has something to do with the surprisingly professional vibe of this event. I was expecting the worst when we drove out into the middle of nowhere and pulled up at a big, abandoned-looking warehouse 45 minutes outside of town, but the crowd here is almost weirdly classy. Yeah, there are still a bunch of pierced, mohawked bad boys like there were at Sinners, but they’re mixed in with powerful-looking guys with suits and supermodel-looking girls. The vibe is kind of like a Vegas boxing match, except without the cameras everywhere.

  Or maybe it’s because every time my mind starts to wander and I think about the hundreds of ways this could all go wrong, I shift in my seat and remember that I’m not wearing panties underneath my dress, thanks to Caleb. He told me he would fight better if he knew I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my dress, and even though I’m pretty sure that’s just an excuse to make it easier for him to fuck me later, I don’t want to take any chances. Anything to give Caleb an edge.

  The fighters come out, and the crowd starts going crazy. Apparently, just because this crowd has more money doesn’t make them any less intense than the crowd at Sinners.

  Caleb’s opponent comes out first, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief when I see that he doesn’t have any weapons on him. He’s a lumberjack-looking guy who’s almost exactly the same height and weight as Caleb. From the neck down, he could almost be Caleb’s body double—provided he spend thousands of dollars on tattoos. He’s probably the first guy I’ve seen at one of these fights with a completely bare torso.

  Whoever he is, the crowd loves him; they go crazy when he steps into the octagon.

  By comparison, when Caleb starts walking down the aisle, the clapping is much quieter. It feels like no one knows who he is.

  Caleb doesn’t seem to mind the lukewarm reception, though. He climbs into the ring like he always has: eyes blazing, smooth and graceful, every muscle coiled and ready to pounce.

  Instead of an announcer, a voice comes over the warehouse loudspeakers, introducing both fighters by their pseudonyms: Beast vs. Montana…although I guess Montana could be that guy’s real name. I bite my lip as the countdown gets to one, waiting for Beast to push himsel
f off the ring and charge at his opponent and hoping that he can catch him off guard.

  But when the count hits zero, both fighters charge, smacking into each other in the center of the octagon and forcing Caleb to take a step back. Sensing a moment of weakness, his opponent charges at him with a flurry of punches that come so fast that his body looks like a blur. My heart jumps up to my throat, and if feels like the whole room goes into slow motion. This guy hits hard, and even though most of his blows hit Caleb in the chest, a couple of them hit him in the head. Just when it looks like Caleb is about to fall over, Montana aims a kick at Caleb, and Caleb jumps at Montana, grabbing his kicking heel in one hand and his wrist in another. Then, with a roar, he pulls Montana off the ground like he’s made of marshmallows and slams him to the ground. The crowd goes insane, jumping to their feet and cheering like it’s the Super Bowl.

  Montana starts coughing, clearly winded and having a hard time getting back up, and Caleb pounces on him, putting him into the exact same hold he put me into back at the house this morning. Unlike me, Montana isn’t enjoying it at all, but since he hasn’t even gotten his breath back yet, there’s nothing he can do but tap out and give the match to Caleb. Whew. That wasn’t so bad. Now that just needs to happen…three more times.

  ***

  “13 fucking seconds!”

  Caleb is standing on my bed, giving me a mouthwatering view of the oversized bulge in his tight black shorts.

  “That bearded motherfucker thought he had me right where he wanted me, and I was like—” Caleb jumps down to the floor, picks me up, and tosses me on the mattress.

  “Okay, it was a pretty good fight. Can I have my panties back now?”

  Caleb smirks. “Sis, I just knocked a guy out in 13 seconds. I’m never letting you wear panties again.”