Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance

by Grace Hugh

  "Jans, is something wrong?"

  "No, baby, every thing's fine. I got this. There's going to be some people here and they're going to help you."

  "I want to stay with you," she says, her voice barely a murmur as her eyes flutter, struggling to stay awake. I don't know what they gave her but it was strong. She needs to see a doctor.

  "I'm right here," I say. "It's all gonna be fine. When they come in here don't be afraid, okay?"

  "I'm never afraid with you," she says as a smile plays around her lips.

  I bend over and kiss her slack lips, then I hear them right outside the door. I lower her to the bed and stand up. Before they can enter I drop to my knees and interlace my fingers behind my head. I don't want to risk some gung-ho pig being trigger-happy. I know what the scene looks like and I know my reputation. Thanks to my work for Vinnie, I have a rap sheet and they're not gonna be nice about it. The first of them appears in the open door with his gun drawn waving from side to side until he zeroes in on me.

  "Get down, hands behind your head," he yells like I haven't already done that very thing.

  He trains his gun and me as three more of them rush into the room.

  "Holy fuck," one of them exclaims.

  They're wearing full riot gear, they came prepared. I don't know what they thought they might be walking in to but I doubt it was this. Two of them rush forward and I'm shoved roughly to the ground. I grunt as my arms are force behind me without concern for my wound. The cold metal snaps into place around my wrist before they pull me back to my knees.

  "We need backup and an EMS on scene now," one of the men yells into his radio.

  Dispatch crackles back that EMS and backup have been dispatched. One of them is with LeAnne and I hear him talking to her. She groans and rolls side to side causing the bed to squeak.

  "Stupid fucking kids," the cop with LeAnne mutters.

  One of them drags me to my feet and pushes me up against the wall holding me there with one hand while his other hand is on his gun. The third cop is checking the bodies that I dropped. When he gets to the second kid I downed he checks for a pulse and then looks up at the cop by LeAnne shaking his head.

  "Goddammit. What happened here?" the cop with LeAnne asks.

  The officer in front of me pushes hard against my chest, his hand not far from my wound. My shoulder burns like somebody is sticking hot pokers into it and when he presses on it the pain explodes.

  "You heard him, fuckwad, what happened here?" he asks leaning harder.

  "Fuck you, I want a lawyer," I say.

  I don't trust these guys. Maybe it's my upbringing with Vinnie, maybe it's just a smart move. I know they're not gonna believe me over the douche bag, well-to-do, asshole rich kids who tried to rape LeAnne. Maybe I should've gotten her out of here and let Vinnie handle it his way. I couldn't do that though. LeAnne is mine and I won't let Vinnie have any part of her. No matter what it cost me.

  I hear more sirens outside and at last paramedics arrive and check over LeAnne. One of them gives a cursory overview to my wound before slapping some gauze and tape over it. I'm hauled away and the last thing I see is LeAnne on a stretcher being loaded into the back of an ambulance. I sit in the back of a police car watching the doors close on her and even though this sucks, I'm thankful I was there in time to save her.

  The monkey suit they dress me up in itches and I'm positive it's never been washed. It's also a one size fits and fits like shit. The sleeves don’t reach my wrists and every time I move it feels like the shoulders are going to tear out. I lounge in my chair at the defense table as they bring forth a parade of assholes to testify against me. The number of idiots that are willing to lie under oath is impressive. I find it strange that there’s more honor and respect in the criminal underworld I'm used to than among these rich pricks trying to cover their ass from being charged with attempted rape. My trial goes on for several days. My lawyer’s good, I gotta give that to Vinnie. But after the long parade of people willing to testify that I entered like a madman and searched for LeAnne, which I did, the nail is pretty much in my coffin.

  At long last the final day arrives. Vinnie forbid LeAnne from attending the trial but yesterday she was called to testify and he couldn't stop that. Today when I enter the court she’s sitting in the front row behind my table. My heart beats faster seeing her. She smiles a tentative smile at me and I give her a big grin. I got this, a little bit of time served is going to be nothing. I’ll have her in my thoughts and in my heart to get me through it.

  "The defendant will rise to hear the verdict," the judge intones.

  "We find the defendant, Jans Manarchy, guilty as charged," the head juror says to the judge.

  Half of the courtroom erupts into applause and the other half boos. You can guess which half is supporting me. I hear LeAnne crying over all of it. I turn around to her and shake my head.

  "Don't worry, LeAnne," I say. "I got this."

  "Defendant will pay attention to the proceedings," the judge says banging her gavel.

  The judge thanks the jury for their service and more proceedings happen until at last we’re down to the sentencing. I'm convicted of involuntary manslaughter, a reduction in charges since the prosecution wanted to nail me for premeditated murder. They had a hard time proving their case since I didn't premeditate it but whatever.

  "The defendant is remanded to a medium security federal penitentiary for a period not to exceed five years and not to be less than two years. This trial is closed," the judge says and slams her gavel with all the tonality of a door being closed on my life.

  The bailiff comes over and takes me, fastening handcuffs to my wrists and ankles. The cuffs are not big but they have weight. When I look over to see LeAnne, Vinnie is standing next to her nodding at me. He smiles, a rare thing for Vinnie, and I swear he looks proud of me. I glance at LeAnne then I'm dragged out of court.

  TWO YEARS LATER (PRESENT)

  There's a soft knock at my door, so I sit up and wipe away my tears.

  "Who is it?"

  "Me," Jans says through my door.

  "Come in."

  Jans walks in and brings his air of confidence with him. The tension in my shoulders drains away as he crosses the room and takes me in his arms. I'm engulfed in his love and I feel safe.

  "What are we gonna do?" I mumble into his chest.

  "Don't worry, I've got a plan."

  "You don't understand," I say.

  "Shhh," he shushes me. "Don't worry, I've got this."

  “I’m scared,” I say.

  He hooks his fingers under my chin and pulls up until I’m looking into his eyes. His lips find mine and we kiss. His tongue moves across the barrier of my teeth tracing the lines of my lips. I melt into his arms. How is it he can always make me feel like everything will be all right no matter how bleak it looks?

  He rests one hand on my neck and the other on my ass. He pulls me tight and I feel his desire, there's no stopping him, the world could end and it wouldn't change his love or need for me. Almost of their own volition, my fingers twine into his hair as our kiss goes on.

  "Jans," I say breaking our kiss. "I need to tell you something."

  "It doesn't matter," he says.

  He kisses me again and it takes my breath away. His heart beats against my chest, slow and steady, like him. Jans is my rock. The one thing that has kept me sane living in this house and seeing the things that I've seen. None of it sticks to him. He moves through it but it doesn't affect him. My heart swells in my chest until it feels like it will burst. I squeeze my arms around his back pulling myself tighter to him as he breaks our kiss and rests his head on top of mine. One arm is around the middle of my back and the other is around my neck, his hand resting on top of my head holding me close and tight. We stand together and my nostrils are filled with the scent of him. A manly musk with just a hint of sweat.

  "All comers, Vinnie said. You don’t know what they’ll bring against you."

  "It's nothing,"
he says. "I'm the best."

  "But he wants you to throw the fight," I say. "If you don't, he'll kill you."

  "Don't worry about it, I've got a plan."

  "What is it? Why won't you tell me," I say, frustration overwhelming me.

  "Because if it goes wrong and he finds out you had anything to do with it, even knew about it, I don't know what he would do to you. I can't have that, LeAnne. Let me deal with it, please."

  It's not in his voice, there’s no tremble, no waver, nothing that would indicate anything but his utmost confidence. It's only because I know him so well that I would call this begging. He's pleading with me so he can protect me. Jans never cares about his own safety, only mine. I shake my head and bite my lower lip uncertain how to proceed. At last I nod into his chest.

  "Okay," I say giving in.

  "I love you, baby," he says.

  My chest feels like a hand is constricting it. It's hard to breathe so I bury myself deeper into him hoping to lose myself. Push away all the stress and doubt. His strong arms wrap around making me feel safe. The warmth of his chest, the pressure of his arms, and his chin on my head all form a cage of safety. An island in his arms.

  I lean my head back and find his lips. I kiss him hungrily, needing him. This is dangerous and I know it. Doing this here, in Vinnie's house, is stupid. I take his lower lip between my teeth and nibble. His tongue licks my upper lip and his hands grip my ass tighter pulling me close. His erection presses into my leg like a steel rod waiting to be used. I claw at his back desperately needing more. I can't even put it into words, it's an overwhelming desire, a pounding need to meld with him. It's more than our bodies interlocking it's an affirmation of life. The life inside of me that we created and the life that we could have if we escape Vinnie.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me easily to lay me down on the bed as his hands roam down my sides then up under my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands and the rough calluses of his palms tease my nipples to hard points. He kisses across my cheek into the hollow of my shoulder. I find the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. His hard abs are revealed like the greatest of Christmas presents. He pulls his hands out from inside my shirt and grasps it at the top, ripping down and popping the buttons with reckless abandon. A tremble runs through me, a mixture of desire and fear. What if we get caught? It's almost enough to stop me but he kisses my lips and desire wins the day.

  "Take me, Jans," I breathe. "I need you."

  Our hips move together, grinding against each other, his hard-on digs into my leg and then my middle. Thin pieces of cloth separate us from what I want, no—what I need. He kisses down my chest and buries his face between my breasts. His rough hands grasp them and push them together. The roughness of his face creates pleasing sensations that explode through me. He licks up and down between the hollow dragging along my delicate skin. His right hand dives under the hem of my pants and his hand cups my sex.

  I moan loudly, the warmth and pressure of him there pleases me. He pulls up with his entire hand putting pressure on my delicate pearl. One finger slides inside me through my soft folds to find my wetness. He takes my left nipple in his mouth and rolls it around with his tongue. His left hand grips my hair pulling. It only takes me a moment to undo the fastener of his pants and his cock springs free. I take his girth in one hand and stroke it while my other hand traces the lines of his new dragon tattoo.

  "You're so fucking beautiful," he says.

  "I love you," I moan as he curls his finger inside me and finds that spot that drives me wild.

  My desire and need ignites into a roaring fire. I buck against his hands gripping his cock tighter and pulling hard. He groans and nibbles on my nipple. I need this, need to know we’re alive, to feel whole. I need him inside me.

  "Fuck me, Jans. Fuck me like you never have before."

  He doesn't hesitate or delay. His hand flies out of my pants and he moves to position himself between my legs. He grabs my jeans on either side of my hips and rips down taking my panties with them. His nails dig into my skin in his hurry and it excites me even more. He pulls a condom from his jeans before jerking them down, letting his mighty cock free of its cage. Like him, it's a warrior ready to conquer and I'm a willing victim.

  Faster than I would think possible, the condom is on and he thrusts into me. My thighs go lax and weak. I cry out and have to bite my lip to muffle the sound. This is dangerous, I can't forget. I bite down hard enough to taste blood as he thrusts into me bottoming out. His huge cock stretches my walls to their limit. He pulls completely out and I moan for the loss of him then he thrusts in again, full and hard, my wetness accommodating him easily.

  He grabs my right leg and lifts as he leans back rolling me over to my side without losing his penetration of me. I'm impaled on his massive cock and I don't ever want to leave. He presses my legs together keeping himself positioned inside me. He hooks just below my knees and pushes them up towards my chest so I'm curled into a ball. Then he begins pistoning in and out. The sound of our skin slapping together fills my ears as the scent of our love engulfs me. He groans as I moan, it’s so fucking good.

  "Oh god, fuck me, Jans. Give me your big cock."

  "Fuck, you’re tight. I love your tight fucking pussy."

  He pounds into me over and over, taking me, claiming me as his. I am. I’m his.

  He doesn't stop, he's a machine driving for his goal without distraction or fail and I’m carried over the edge.

  I'm trembling beneath him, my body quaking as I come down from an earth shattering height. He stays inside me until the shudders pass. His dick doesn’t soften, still ready to go. Slowly he slides out and slips the condom off. I see my wetness glistening on the hair at the base of his steel hard cock which ignites a fresh flame of desire. I roll over onto my knees grasping his massive rod. I start at the base of his shaft and slowly lick up to the head. He tastes like love. His dick jumps under the attention from my tongue.

  "God, LeAnne," he groans loudly.

  I smile to myself, pleased that I'm pleasing him. I circle the head, following the ridge with my tongue, then trace down the other side. Then I take him in my mouth. I take him into my cheek swirling the head with my tongue. I stroke up and down the shaft with my hand and he starts rolling his hips to move in and out of my mouth. I moan and my free hand works its way down to my sex. My fingers dig through my wet folds until I find my hard nub. I rub it with my middle three fingers pressing in on it like the doorbell to my pleasure. Jans thrusts in and out of my throat pushing my cheeks out with each forward motion. As his speed increases, I match it with my fingers.

  "Yes," Jans moans.

  His eyes roll back and he raises his arms up clasping them behind his head as he rolls his hips in and out of my mouth. The way his muscles ripple as he moves is delicious. I stroke his shaft faster and he responds. I feel him grow larger in my mouth and I pull off taking his load on my chest as it explodes out of him in a cascading wave. He groans loudly calling my name and I slow my pace as his orgasm passes. He opens his eyes and looks down at me with his half smile.

  "I love you," he says.

  He grabs my hips and flips me over like I'm nothing. Amazingly his cock is still hard. There’s the sound of tearing plastic and he pierces me once more from behind. He shoves in hard and fast driving me down into the bed. It causes me to clench making him feel even bigger inside. I cry out in surprise and pleasure as he pierces me to my deepest part. He slams into me over and over, the sound of our skin slapping together transports me to another place. I'm reaching a plateau I didn't know existed. There's nothing but the two of us together, pleasure surrounds me, I'm filled with him not just physically but spiritually and emotionally we are one.

  My orgasm rips through me and he climaxes at the same time. We find our plateaus and collapse into each other. At last spent, he nestles against my neck.

  "You’re mine," he says.

  We lay coiled with each other. I could drift off to sleep
but the danger is too real. I haven't told Jans yet that I'm pregnant. I open my mouth and start to but then I remember he has to fight. This would distract him. When he fights, he has to be focused.

  My life has been a series of hard choices but this is my hardest. I decide not to tell him, not yet. It's the best thing I can do for all three of us.

  Tonight the observation box feels more like a prison than ever. The smell of sweaty men, cigars, and stale alcohol makes me nauseous. I'm having morning sickness and smells like this do nothing to help. Lou guards the door along with two other men in black suits who are almost as big as he is. None of them bother to hide the guns under their suits. The ones with Lou have a gun on each side and I notice one of them has a third one tucked into the back of his pants.

  The security is tighter than ever before. Vinnie has guaranteed the biggest pot in underground fighting history. Fifteen million dollars. I didn't know he had that kind of money. Of course since he's planning for Jans to throw the fight he might not.

  I didn't get to see Jans today. Vinnie sent for him early and has kept him locked away. If that's for his protection or to make sure he follows the plan I've no idea. I begged Lou to tell me but he just shrugged. I don't even know if Jans is alive, an idea that scares me more than it should. Who has to think things like that?

  I shift in my seat uncomfortably. The crowd below is also bigger than ever before. I'm pretty sure this building is way past capacity. A low buzz fills the air creating a vibration that becomes background noise. Directly below us, with giant floodlights shining on it, is the octagon. The arena where Jans will fight for our future. Where he'll fight for his unborn child that he doesn't even know about yet.

  "Sure hope you know what you're doing, Vinnie," Big Tony says, rolling a cigar between his sausage-like fingers. He points at Vinnie with it when he continues. "Awful lot of money in that pot."