Boxer Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  There was just something about the character and strength of a man who lived by his own rules that was so damn exciting. She was bitten by the bug and she just didn’t care anymore. She doubted she would ever marry a guy like that, but she was in the prime of her life to have as much fun with them as possible.

  She grabbed her chili dog and began to scarf it down. She had forgotten to eat lunch earlier and she was famished. The beer washed it down perfectly. Aaron grinned at her enthusiasm over the junk food.

  “Don’t worry about my diet. What about yours? Aren’t you in training?” Kelly asked.

  Aaron smiled. “I wasn’t judging. I just love to see you enjoying real food, because most women I’ve dated won’t. It’s cool that you have a relaxed attitude about it. And my diet is fine. I’m allowed one cheat meal each week. It keeps me sane.”

  Kelly smiled back. She was aware that her attitude towards her weight and food were becoming much more relaxed lately. It wasn’t that she wasn’t concerned anymore, but recently she was feeling like she just didn’t need her size to define who she was. She knew it was because of her new relationships with Aaron and with John.

  She had not told Aaron about John and she didn’t plan too. Right now things were going so well with him that she didn’t want to upset him, especially when he had a big fight in two weeks. He needed his mind to be as laser sharp as it could be. He didn’t need the distraction. Besides, they had never said they were exclusive anyway. They had only been out a few times. She definitely had strong feelings for him and she loved being with him. She could see things getting serious down the road if it continued.

  There were four matches in all. Kelly thought the evening was going to be long and unexciting, but about halfway through the first match she found herself cheering along with the crowd. It was so interesting to see the level of skill and the mental fortitude these fighters had to have to do this. She admired their dedication to their craft and she had a whole new respect for what Aaron did. She knew that he was dedicated and passionate, but to know he was going to go in to that ring and battle in a few weeks made her both proud and scared for him. She wasn’t sure she could stand to watch him get hurt. She felt that she needed him now. She grabbed his hand and he gripped it back with a smile. She knew that he had no idea what she was thinking, but he knew that she was enjoying herself.

  After the evening was over they went back to her place. She invited Aaron in for a cup of coffee.

  They never made it to the coffee.

  Within minutes they were stripped of clothing and enjoying a hot shower together.

  It had been another good day.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aaron’s phone vibrated waking the both of them up. Kelly had been dreaming the most amazing dream, but upon hearing the familiar sound of a phone receiving a text message the dream’s memory had been wiped from her mind. She struggled to remember exactly what had happened, but the details were gone. Only the feelings remained. The feelings were of excitement, hope, and promise for the future. These were things she had not felt in a while.

  “Wow,” Aaron said.

  “Is that a good wow?” Kelly asked.

  “Well, depends.”

  Kelly sat up, aware that she was naked, letting the sheet fall away and exposing her large breasts, but not caring. She was still feeling frisky and she hoped that Aaron’s text did not alter his mood! Last night had been amazing.

  “My opponent for the fight has been injured during training so he won’t be able to fight.”

  “That sucks. So you have to wait until he heals? So you won’t get paid for this fight then I take it?”

  “No, I will. They are giving me a replacement fighter. It’s Jack. The brother of that guy in the bar, remember?”

  “Wait, you have to fight him again? Didn’t you just fight him?”

  “Well, not just, but he has accepted and he was next in line.”

  “Wow, how do you feel about it?”

  “I’m fine. I beat him once and I can beat him again. Besides, he hasn’t been training for a fight. He just got cleared to fight again because of medical issues he suffered in our last fight.”

  “Wow, how much of his ass did you kick?”

  Aaron laughed.

  “Well, he got a sprained wrist and a bruised collar bone, and a slight concussion.”

  “You did all that to him and they didn’t stop the fight before you got him to tap?”

  “Well, when you are fighting and the adrenaline is going sometimes neither fighter knows how badly they or the other fighter might be injured until after the fight and you get checked out at the hospital.”

  “Wow that must be bizarre. Were you hurt after the last one?”

  “I got off lucky. He didn’t get that many good shots in. I took him to the ground and used ground and pound on him. I pretty much dominated him for the whole fight, which is why it’s so ridiculous that he thinks I didn’t make him tap. He was hurt.”

  “Damn. You are a warrior, sexy,” Kelly said.

  Aaron smiled and began to kiss her taking notice of her exposed breasts and the nude body that lay beyond the covers. He began to caress her softly.

  Kelly wanted to get into the moment, but now she was slightly distracted by a disturbing thought; what if John was at the fight? What if he said something about their relationship—could you even call it that? They had gone out once and then had some kinky sex, but she had not heard from him in several days. Was he expecting her to chase him? Was that his game? Or did he see her as a one-time fling? Normally she probably would have felt bad about that and possibly a bit used, but she was having so much fun with Aaron that she didn’t care. And then she felt a bit bad about that. Did that make her loose or a female player? She was starting to confuse herself on the matter.

  With these thoughts dancing behind her eyes she tried to focus on the lovemaking with Aaron.

  She soon got her rhythm back.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “So, we meet again.”

  John walked out of his shop, shirtless, his ripped and tanned muscles coated in spots by black grease. Even with the grease he still looked like a stud out of a sexy biker calendar. Kelly had to forcefully overt her eyes to keep from drooling.

  John’s shop was basically a converted garage that was attached to his house. He appeared to be the only person who ran his business. It was a nice little setup. It struck Kelly as being the type of environment she would expect to see John thrive in; he was a self-employed man who worked alone with his hands all day.

  “Hey, there. I haven’t heard from you lately,” Kelly said. She tried to keep her words from sounding too eager. She felt enough like a tool coming to meet him on his turf when she hadn’t heard from him in a week.

  “I’ve been kind of busy. My little brother’s in training again, so I got to help get his ass into shape.”

  “You work in his corner? So, you’re like his trainer?”

  “Something like that. I got to keep the boy focused. He tends to get distracted with partying too much. So I got to put my boot in his ass every now and then.”

  “I wanted to talk to you about the fight, actually.”

  “Oh, yeah? Your boy ain’t getting nervous now is he?”

  “No, he is training hard. I wanted to talk about us, actually. Aaron and I have gotten pretty close and he needs to stay focused, so if you could make sure and not tell him about us, then I would appreciate it.”

  “What? You think I would do something like that?” John smiled. His smile was wicked and sexy all at once. She found herself lusting after his sexy swagger. The way he carried himself was just so unapologetically masculine and dominant that she just couldn’t help but be overwhelmingly turned on by him.

  “This isn’t funny. He could get really hurt if he isn’t focused on this. Besides, do you want your brother to fight a man who is at a disadvantage? If his mind isn’t sharp then it’s going to be a lousy fight.”

  “My brot
her doesn’t need that kind of help. Your boy is at a disadvantage because he thinks he won that last fight and he thinks he is a better fighter than Jack. That is what’s going to get him hurt. He doesn’t need my help for that.”

  “Then you have nothing to gain by telling him. It would just hurt me,” Kelly said.

  John walked around behind her, getting close, and taking a big sniff of her hair. His breath on the back of her neck and his dominant position behind her sent small goosebumps up and down her back. She wanted him to rip her damn dress off and do her right there. The same thought was running through his mind also.

  He grabbed her hand and led her through the garage and into his house. Leading her through the kitchen and into the living room he threw her down on the couch. In an instant he had pulled her panties from her body, and pulled himself free from his pants.

  He rammed deep inside of her and their bodies began to sync up in perfect harmony.

  Kelly thought about Aaron and how much this might hurt him if he were to know about this. She was so confused. She knew that she should choose one or the other, but it was impossible to know which one to choose. Which one would make her happy? Did she even have a choice? John was not a man to be tied to any woman, but did that make her want him more? In the back of her mind was she secretly thinking about how many other women he was probably having casual liaisons with on a daily basis? She would have been stupid to think it was just her, but he was so damn good. The way he touched her and dominated her was what she needed sometimes. But she also needed a more tender touch like she had with Aaron and someone who respected her and listened to her. She saw a future with him, but the thing with John was like a drug that she lusted for daily. Once she had sampled it, she had to have more and more.

  She left John’s shop feeling both exhilarated and dirty. It was almost a blur and she found herself almost wondering what had just happened. She had gone there to ask the man a simple question, and had ended up naked on his couch. She needed a good hot shower, to wash away the dirt—both physical and emotional. She could feel patches of grease on her body and she found this somehow turned her on. The man was able to just at the drop of a hat have her submit to his every need.

  She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to stop this thing, but she knew that if she were in that situation again she would allow it to happen. A part of her needed it, but she couldn’t continue to have both. Could she?

  The night of the fight came faster than she anticipated and somehow she suddenly found herself at ringside watching the fight. Her friend Amy had decided to come along and surprisingly she had ditched her poor excuse for a boyfriend, so it was just a girl’s night out which they had not had in quite a while.

  She had waited through two other fights, before the main event, which was Aaron and Jack. She heard his entrance music, “The Sickness” by Disturbed blasting through the speakers and the crowd was suddenly on its feet. Aaron came into the ring and removed his robe. He looked great and the look on his face showed the kind of determination and raw aggression that Kelly had seen in him when they first met.

  Jack entered a few minutes later. John was trailing right behind him working his corner. John spotted her in the front row and smiled at her. She really hoped that he didn’t do anything stupid, but with that man you couldn’t tell.

  The fight started off with a bang. Jack ran right at Aaron releasing a flurry of kicks and punches. Aaron was ready for him and he easily side stepped it all. He went for a takedown tackling Jack’s legs and pulling him down. In an instant Jack was back on his feet. He grabbed Aaron in a clench and began to use knees and elbows to his ribs and chest. Aaron took a few hits, pushed Jack back releasing the clench. Then Aaron let loose a hard kick to Jack’s leg. Jack’s face clenched in pain as his leg buckled.

  Aaron seized the opportunity and tackled Jack again, this time gaining a half guard position on top of him. Jack struggled to get loose, but Aaron kept his position. From there he began to let loose on Jack, raining down punches upon him. Jack managed to block a few but some hard shots were getting through. There was blood spewing from Jack’s nose now and Aaron showed no signs of letting up on his attack.

  Jack struggled and managed to get a leg up across Aaron’s chest and he quickly went for the arm bar. He had it about halfway sunk in when Aaron stepped against Jack and twisted away from him pulling his arm out of danger. Jack tried to quickly get to his feet, but he no sooner stood on his feet then he caught a round house kick from Aaron right to the jaw.

  The blow was devastating and dropped Jack to the ground.

  “Go Aaron!” Kelly yelled.

  John turned and looked at her. His face was stone for a moment, but then he smirked at her and turned his attention back to the fight.

  Aaron leapt on Jack, pounding punch upon punch down upon him. Jack quickly turned his back, grabbing Aaron’s leg and pulling him off balance, offering relief from the onslaught of vicious blows pouring on Jack’s head and face.

  Aaron steadied himself and pulled his leg free. He instantly hit Jack hard on the shoulder blades, causing him to drop his guard from his face. Aaron wrapped him up, with both arms wrapped tightly around Jack’s neck, cutting off the air. He jerked and pulled harder, locking the rear naked choke tighter. Jack was in trouble. He was passing out. After a few seconds of being unresponsive the ref called the fight.

  Aaron had won.

  “Yes!” Kelly screamed. Amy gave her a hug and high five.

  Aaron stood in the ring victorious as crowds from both parties began to invade the ring and the announcers all clamored to interview the winner.

  Kelly smiled. She knew what her choice was.

  It had been clear all along.

  The End

  Part III

  Double Rebound

  Menage Romance

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jessie Holbrook looked down at the papers in her hand once more and hit the dial button on her phone. She finally had her freedom and it was time to celebrate. Her first call was to her best friend, Megan. They’d been waiting for this day for two longs years and it was finally here!

  “Hey, it’s me; give me a call when you get this. Big news! Love you, bye!” Jessie hated talking on the phone so she was happy the voicemail on Megan’s phone picked up but she hated leaving messages just as much so she rushed through it.

  Putting her phone down she went to her closet, pulling out the dress wrapped in plastic that she’d been waiting to wear for over a year now. Her “I’m free” dress. A concoction of black silk that hugged every curve nicely and flared where it needed to. The dress looked simple enough but when Jessie put it on the dress made her feel beautiful, desirable, and confident, even if she was a little bigger in the waistline than some of her friends.

  Jessie looked in the mirror after a shower and applied makeup. Her blue eyes popped with the expert application of black mascara, her lips were a subtle, seductive, shade of light pink that made her full lips appear to be wet from her tongue, while her high cheekbones and straight thin nose were decorated only with a slight dollop of powder to keep her skin from shining. Jessie was naturally pretty; she didn’t need much to accentuate her looks. Besides, she found her confidence in her ability to hold a conversation, her intelligence, and the way she could make others laugh and enjoy themselves. She didn’t have to look like a painted trollop to attract attention.

  She did reconsider for a moment as she adjusted the bust-line of the very low top. A little cleavage didn’t hurt, though. And she had a lot of cleavage with her large breasts. Grinning at herself once more before putting on black heels and a lace shawl Jessie picked up her phone and read the message Megan sent her.

  “Be there at 8, bringing the girls. I’m so excited, tell me now!”

  “No, see you in a few then.” Jessie sent the response and couldn’t suppress the urge to wink at the phone. Tonight was going to be incredible!

  It was Friday night and Exotica, the club Jessie was me
eting Megan at, was proof of it. She produced her license for the doorman, proving her age was 24, and walked into the busy club. People filled the club, some dancing under flashing colored lights; others were sitting at tables in dark corners, trying to get away with as much as they could. Then there was Megan and “the girls” as they called each other. Four other women, two blondes, a brunette, and one with purple hair, surrounded the petite black and pink streak-haired Megan.

  Jessie slid in to the booth, her long black hair a curtain hiding the intricate work of her lace shawl. She grinned at the ladies as they jumbled up to greet her, doing half-stands to kiss her cheek in greeting. They knew what was coming and Jessie could almost feel their excitement coming off of them in waves.

  “Well?” Megan finally demanded as Jessie just sat quietly, grinning at her closest friends. “Is it that day?”

  Jessie squealed but still didn’t answer. Instead she pulled the papers from her bag and set them before the waiting women. Megan snatched them up and read them out loudly over the din of other people and pulsing electronic music. The other ladies assembled, a mix of short and tall, thin and thick, listened to Megan with rapt attention until the end when they all cheered.

  “You’re free! Your divorce is final!” Another round of hugs and kisses started up then and Jessie felt a moment of tearful joy. These truly were caring women and they rejoiced in Jessie’s divorce because they knew the hell her now ex-husband had put her through to have it. From dragging his feet signing papers, to contesting how much money would be split between the pair, Michael had been a complete douchebag over the whole thing.