by Jenika Snow
“Awesome fight, man.” He handed London the standard manila envelope and cut his eyes to Sunny. London moved her so she was behind him. He may like Ross, and trust him to an extent, but that didn’t mean he wanted Sunny anywhere near him. Really, he didn’t even want her at these underground fights, and would be asking her why she was here and how she had even found out about it. The spectators at these fights could get crazy, especially if things didn’t go their way, but he had a pretty good feeling even asking her not to come again wouldn’t go over well with her.
“Thanks.” He took the envelope and grabbed his duffle that he usually kept by Ross. Shoving the envelope inside of it he tilted his chin at Ross. He turned to head out, but he stopped right before he slammed into another guy. He instantly knew who the guy was in front of him, and London’s whole body tensed. Making sure Sunny was right behind him, he kept his expression neutral as he stared into the face of the guy he was to fight in just a few days’ time. “The Lion” was as big and tall as London, but he wore a mask of arrogance. “Problem?” For several long seconds the fucker didn’t say anything. If he thought he was going to intimidate London he hadn’t been studying him as closely as Ross let on.
“Nah, man. Just checking out the pussy I’m going to beat down.” He grinned, but London still kept his expression stoic. When he didn’t respond the motherfucker narrowed his eyes and curled his lip.
“Are you going to move, or do I have to move you?”
“Hey, man, come on.” Ross stepped forward and pulled London back. “Save it for the cage.” After a prolonged moment London breathed out, tightened his hand on Sunny’s, and pushed his way through, Her friend was following closely behind, and he kept glancing back to make sure both girls weren’t getting lost in the mix. His anger and annoyance over that asshole confronting him, trying to get a reaction from him, had his blood boiling. Once they were back outside the cool breeze dried some of the sweat that lined his flesh, and a miniscule amount of his aggression left him.
“Hey.” Sunny pulled on his arm until he turned and looked at her. “You okay?” The worried expression she wore had the rest of his anger slowly leaving him. No one had ever cared like that about him, wondered if he was okay, or made him feel calm when he was anything but.
“I’m good, baby.” He smiled, trying to reassure her everything was okay.
“Okay.” She didn’t look or sound convinced, but she didn’t press it. “Oh, this is Daria, a really good friend of mine.” He stared at her, knowing she looked familiar, but not really able to place her. Her eyes alone should have let him know who she was since they were like nothing he had ever seen. They had to be contacts.
“Dude, quit staring at my eyes. It’s rude.” She grinned, and he mumbled his apology through his own smile. She shrugged. “I’m used to people staring, and no, they are not contacts.” He nodded. “So, uh, I guess you’ll get a ride home with him?” Daria looked at Sunny and nudged her in the shoulder, smiling.
“I don’t want to desert you.”
Daria gave Sunny a bland look. “Girl, come on now.” She nudged her in the shoulder with hers again. They gave each other a hug, and London turned around to give them privacy when he heard Daria whisper something in Sunny’s ear. “Nice meeting you, London.” He turned back around and smiled.
“You, too.”
“Take care of my girl.” She gave him a stern look, and he nodded, looking just as serious.
“Always.” His answer was good enough for her because she started walking away. “Let me walk you to your car. This is a bad part of the city, and you two shouldn’t even have been down here.” He gave Sunny a hard look, but took her hand and the three of them walked to Daria’s car. After the girls hugged once more, Daria drove off. “I think I like that girl. She’s just as protective of you as I am.” He wrapped his arm around Sunny’s shoulder and pulled her close.
“London?”
He looked down at her. “Yeah, baby?”
“Do you fight like that all the time?” There was a bit of hesitance in her voice, but he also saw a flash of something else. Maybe arousal? No, that couldn’t be it, could it? He wasn’t about to lie to her, but he also didn’t want to freak her out.
“Yeah, I do, Sunny.” She looked down and nodded. “You know some of the guys at the center fight in the underground circuit.” She nodded. “I mean, we don’t go advertising it for obvious reasons.”
“I know, and it isn’t like I didn’t think you did stuff like that. It’s just, I haven’t ever been to one of those, and they were quite … intense.” He pulled her into his chest and pressed a kiss to her pulse right below her ear.
“I hope it doesn’t upset you too much, but it’s how I make my living.” She pulled away and looked into his face.
“I know, and I’m not asking you to change. I have been around this my whole life. I was just surprised to see you fight that ruthlessly, and without any kind of protection. I’m used to seeing guys fight in the UFC. I’ve never seen anything like what you did in there, London.” She said the last part a little breathlessly, and his cock instantly became hard. When he had seen her standing on the other side of the cage, staring at him with her wide blue eyes, he hadn’t known what to think at first. He was pissed she was there, around all the danger and violence, but then pride filled him that his girl had seen him be victorious.
“I didn’t know you wanted to see underground fights, but next time let me know so I can make sure you’re safe.”
“I didn’t know we were going to one. Daria kind of sprung it on me during the drive, but I would like to see you do this again.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean I hate to see you get hit, but it’s exhilarating and I won’t lie, kind of an arousing turn-on.”
So he had been right when he thought he saw lust in her face. Interesting. He ran his hands down her body, feeling his cock grow even harder when he was met with her luscious curves. He needed to be with her, really needed to be with her now. Having her this close, winning the fight, having that prick confront him, and smelling her and feeling her pressed against him had the caveman inside of him roaring. The filthy things he imagined doing to her played through his mind. They were images of him and her in one of these dangerous dark alleys, her pressed against the wall, and him pounding into her so hard that she never would question who she belonged to. He may want to dominate her that way, but he wouldn’t. She was too good for that, and he would no doubt scare the fucking shit out of her and disgust her if he tried it. No, she deserved nice and sweet, with maybe a little roughness thrown in because he couldn’t help himself in that regard.
“Baby, you want to go back to my place?” He started kissing and licking at the sweet flesh of her throat, unable to help himself because he was addicted to the flavor of her. She pulled back, and he cupped her face. “Because I really want you pretty fucking badly right now.” The way her pupils dilated even though it was dark outside, and the fact he could practically smell her pussy become wet from his question, had a low rumble leaving him.
“I know, I can feel.” Sunny reached between them and gripped his erection. A low growl left him, and just as he dipped his head to take her mouth she placed a finger on his lips. She stared at him for a long second.
“What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t talked to my dad about us since you two spoke at the center, but he doesn’t really act like he is upset about the whole thing. I need to know how he took it, or if you even told him about us.” And just like that his hard-on vanished.
“I had every intention of doing that when I went to talk to him at the center, but then he stared going on about this big fight coming up with Mack, how a lot of money was on the line, and I could tell how stressed he was. I didn’t think that was the best time to tell him I was fucking his daughter.” She smacked him on the arm, and he grinned. “Well, and that I care about her a lot.” He looked around, feeling his skin tighten with apprehension. “I told him I�
�d stop by tomorrow to talk. Figured he’d be less inclined to kick my ass if we are on his turf. Or maybe more inclined? Hell, he’ll probably kick my ass regardless.”
Standing out in the open like this for a long period of time was dangerous. He would certainly fuck anyone up that thought to come near her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to get into a brawl in the middle of the shitty part of the city. He kissed her quickly and took her hand again. He led them to his Mustang and helped her inside. He had been so worried about getting her out of the warehouse that he hadn’t even put a shirt on. After grabbing one from his bag and putting it on, he was in his car and driving away a few minutes later. Having her so close, and in his car had his deflated arousal rearing up again. His dick became hard from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. He couldn’t get to his place fast enough, especially not when she reached over, pulled his cock free, and proceeded to give him road-head. Hell, his normally timid little Sunny was taking the reins.
“Sunny—” Her name came from him on a strangled groan, but was cut off as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him in deep. “Shit, baby,” he breathed out roughly, not able to think clearly let alone say what he wanted to.
She pulled away from long enough to say, “I’ve never done this before. Am I doing it okay?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re really fucking good at it.” She smiled and went back to moving her mouth up and down on his dick, and he tightened his hands so hard on the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white. How in the hell was he supposed to drive? “Sunny, baby.”
His words were cut off when she took as much of him as she could. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she fucking swallowed around him. The sound of her gagging shouldn’t have turned him on, but fucking holy fuck hell did it ever. Oh, Christ. It was so damn good. Her soft moans vibrated along his length, and he rested his head on the back of the seat. She bobbed up and down, and it got to the point that he had to pull over or he’d wreck the fucking car. Sunny pulled away from him, the sound of her wet mouth coming free from his shaft resounding in the car.
They stared at each other for a long moment, and then in a flurry of movement he was reaching for her. Their mouths crashed together, and he went for the button of her jeans. She pushed his hands away and undid them herself. It took some maneuvering on her part, but once she had her pants and panties down her thighs and off one leg she went positioned herself on top of him. He reached for her top, pulled the hem down, and freed her glorious breasts. They bounced from the movement, her nipples rock hard and his mouth watering. “Have you always used condoms?” Her words confused him at first, and only when he pulled his eyes off her breasts and looked in her face did they finally register.
“Yeah, baby, always. Why?” She licked her lips, and his gaze was once again trained on the sight.
“I’m on the pill. To regulate my period.” It clicked on why she asked him that and why she was now telling him about being on birth control. Swallowing roughly, he let her words sink in. His cock jerked between his thighs at what she was implying.
“Are you sure, Sunny?” She didn’t answer, just moved until she now rested right on his cock. He hadn’t penetrated her yet, but the hot, wet feel of her was enough to have pre-cum spilling from the tip of his dick. The fit was tight, but he liked it that way, liked the way her body molded to his. She reached between them, and his eyes rolled back in his head when her hand wrapped around his cock. She rose up enough that she could place the head of his erection at her entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So. Fucking. Wet.” He groaned out when she pressed down, her tight pussy engulfing just the crown of his erection. He placed his hands on her waist, curled his fingers around the curve of her hipbones, and pressed her down harder. Her hands were on his shoulders to brace herself. Air sawing between them, London took control. As he lifted his hips at the same time he pushed her further down on him, a strangled cry came from both of them when her pussy slipped all the way down his girth. He filled her completely, bottomed out so her ass touched his balls, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes. He tried to catch his breath, but he had never felt anything like this. He felt like he would burn alive from her.
“It’s so good, London. I feel so full and stretched.” Moving his hands from her hips when she started to lift herself off of him and push back down, London allowed himself the visual pleasure of watching her tits bounce between them. He felt every inch of her surround him, and even felt the back of her pussy press against the crown of his dick when she slammed down on him again and again. Pressing her pelvis all the way down on his, she rocked back and forth, and he knew by her little cries of pleasure her clit was getting a workout as well. Fuck, he would never get enough of her, and it wasn’t just because he had never felt so good with another female. He cared about her to the point he felt like he was obsessed. It was ludicrous to feel so territorial and possessive of another person, but there it was. He would break arms and legs if any other guy thought he could place some kind of claim on her.
“You’re mine, Sunny.” A mewl left her, and he lifted his hips up in a powerful surge, slamming all of his cock into her pussy. “Say it, Sunny. Say you’re mine and no one else’s.” She gripped his shoulders and continued to bounce on top of him. Fuck, he was so close to coming, but he wanted her to get off first. London wanted to feel her cunt clenching around him, milking his dick until they were both falling into oblivion.
“I’m yours, London.” He placed his palms right over her breasts, squeezed the mounds and pinched her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until she writhed on top of him. “I’ve always been yours.”
She said it with such conviction that his balls drew up tight, and his orgasm tore threw him. He couldn’t stop it, but he didn’t need to try because she was coming right along with him. Her inner muscles clenched around his length, and then they were both moaning their orgasms out. It only lasted a few blissful moments, but when it was all said and done, and when he had filled her with his cum and his scent, a surge of contentment filled him. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest, he just held her. It felt so good to have her close, to feel her body heat mix with his, and to listen to her breathing regulate as she calmed down from the aftereffects of what they had just done. She smelled like clean linen. It was then, as his heartbeat settled to a normal rhythm, as his breathing became slow and steady, and as he held his girl in his arms, that London realized he didn’t just care for Sunny, he loved her. It was such a powerful realization, like an epiphany that slammed into him and would have made him fall to the floor if not for the fact he was already sitting down. He opened his mouth to tell her those three words, not knowing if he would freak her the fuck out, or if she felt the same, but before he could say them red and blue flashing lights suddenly appeared in his rearview mirror. Of course the cops would show up at this exact moment.
“Fuck.” Sunny lifted her head, saw the same thing he did, and scrambled off of him. She had her pants back on and her seatbelt strapped around her in record time. He was chuckling by the time the police officer tapped on his window. How was he supposed to explain what in the hell he was doing on the side of the road in the middle of the night? This should be interesting.
Chapter Nine
Sunny was a nervous wreck. Her hands were shaking, her palms sweaty, and her heart raced like it was trying to jump out of her chest. London was due at her house any minute, and all she could think about was how her father would react once they told him that they were seeing each other. Last night had been frightening, exciting, and breathtaking. After she had watched all the rawness that had been London Stein, and after they had sex in his car, she had known right then that she loved him. She had been on the verge of telling him, of confessing something that scared a lot of guys away, but before she could the cops had shown up. Sunny had thought for sure they would have gotten some kind of ticket, especially since she couldn’t lie worth a shit and wasn’t abo
ut to admit to the police she had been fucking her boyfriend in his car on the side of the road when he glanced her way, but none of that had been needed. Seems London had known the cop, had even gone to high school with him. They had bullshitted for ten minutes, and Manny, the police officer, had flashed her a knowing smile. Thank goodness it had been dark because she had felt her face get hot as hell.
They hadn’t made it to his house, obviously, and after he dropped her off she had been trying to think of a good way to tell him she loved him. Blurting it out didn’t seem very sentimental, but she certainly didn’t want to keep it bottled up any longer. For as long as she had wanted him, she had felt these deep-rooted emotions for him, but had never put the pieces together. Now that they were together, she knew that it had been those initial emotions that had her love for him growing until she knew it couldn’t be contained much longer.
Sunny paced the length of the living room and worried her bottom lip. Stopping in front of the bay window she didn’t hear her dad come up until he touched her on the shoulder, causing her to jump.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He looked down at her, a frown marring the space between his eyes. “You seem anxious.” Before she could answer the sound of London’s Mustang could be heard. They both looked out the window. Her father went to the front door, and she stayed behind, looking out the window and watching him climb out of the car and make his way toward her house. He looked good with his loose distressed jeans and black t-shirt. His colorful sleeves of tattoos that lined his thickly corded arms had a tingle of feminine appreciation running up her spine. The sound of the door opening, of her father and London speaking in their baritone voices, had her nerves skyrocketing. She had been anxious before, but now she was downright shaky with nervousness. They walked into the living room, and she was frozen in space. Sunny really needed to calm down. This was her father, and she was going to tell him that she loved London. Mack may have promised not to start a fight with him, but her father was a whole other story. They were equal in size and muscle mass, but her dad had over twenty years of fighting and training experience than London. He’d also taught London everything he knew. He wouldn’t promise not to hurt the man she loved, because before she could ask him not to do anything to London, he’d already be kicking his ass.