by Marie York
I plunged my tongue against hers with a vengeance. It was greedy and desperate and beginning to be exactly how I liked it. Who knew kissing a girl could make me feel the same way punching a bag did?
My phone stopped ringing, but quickly started again. I pulled away from Brooklyn, cursing Sal, as I rested my forehead against hers. ‘I’ll see you inside,” I said.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said with a smile.
“I have to get this under control first,” I pointed down to my raging hard on that looked like it was trying to escape the confines of my shorts.
She laughed and pushed through the doors, wiggling her ass as she went.
“What, Sal?” I said as I answered, staring after Brooklyn’s ass until I couldn’t see it anymore.
“Bad news,” he stated.
“You know I don’t like to hear that shit.”
“I know. But your fight coming up.”
“With Biggs. The one I have to lose weight for, and already started. What about it?”
“He has to either forfeit or reschedule. Broke his hand surfing.”
“What a fucking idiot.”
“You want to reschedule?”
“Of course I want to reschedule.” My goal as a fighter was to win as many matches as I could with my strength and abilities, not by default.
“I’ll see what I can do, then.”
“Is that it?” I asked, wanting to get back to Brooklyn.
“Mark tells me you got yourself a lady friend.”
“A lady friend? What are you, eighty?”
“You know what I mean. You seeing someone?”
“Yeah so. What’s it to you?”
“Just want to make sure it’s nothing Seth can use against you.”
“What do I keep fucking telling you? Don’t worry about the Seth shit. I got it handled.”
“Handled?” Sal exclaimed. “Does that mean he’s done stuff?”
I adjusted my junk in my pants, happy it finally started to go down. “Like I said, don’t worry about it.”
“What has he done?” Worry tinged Sal’s voice and I wasn’t about to fuel his anxieties.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Don’t you hang up on me,” Sal demanded just as I swiped to end the call.
With a laugh, I headed into the gym, and spotted Brooklyn on the treadmill. Her tits bounced with each motion, and, my God, I couldn’t wait to get her back home. If I could even wait that long.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I slid it out, knowing it was probably Sal since I hung up on him. I swiped the screen and my jaw ticked, fists clenched, and red-hot anger boiled through my veins.
Your girl looks hot bouncing like that. Maybe I’ll try a turn at her myself.
-S
Chapter 35
Nixon
B curled into my side, pressing her naked body against me and kissed the bare skin of my chest. She sighed in contentment, and I tightened my arm around her. Morning sex was beginning to be my new favorite thing.
“If every morning started like this, I could live a happy life,” I said, kissing her forehead and smiling when she looked up at me.
“I think I can make that possible,” she said, and continued kissing a path up my chest to my neck.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warned, but she only laughed, and kept on the path up my neck to right below my ear. That spot was like a button that caused my dick to shoot up. I grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her back on top of me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I slammed my cock into her still wet pussy.
A scream rose in her throat, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I plunged in and out of her like a ravenous beast that had been deprived for days. My hands roamed her body, grabbing and kneading her soft skin. She no longer flinched, or froze, instead she melted into my touch.
“Sit up. I want you to ride my cock,” I whispered against her ear, as I lightly bit her lobe.
She did as I asked, and I leaned back to watch those glorious tits bounce. Her hips rocked against me, and it amazed me that the only sex she ever had before me was missionary. She was a fucking pro at working my dick and milking it dry.
I loved the show, but I wanted more. I needed to feel her pressed against me, our bodies slick, and sliding against each other. I sat up and wrapped her legs around my waist, scooting to the edge of the bed. I placed my feet on the ground, and rocked into her as she grabbed my shoulders, and held on for the ride.
Her head fell back, pushing her tits into my face. I bent down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, and swirling my tongue until it was a tight bud. I moved to the next, and Brooklyn’s hands clamped onto my head.
“Oh my God, Nix.”
Her muscles tighten around my cock, and I rocked into her harder, holding her tight against me until she was screaming out my name. I never waited for a girl to come. I never fucking cared if they got off, but with Brooklyn, I always made sure she came first. And once she did, I exploded inside her.
We both showered, which turned into round three of sex. “If you keep it up, I’m not going to get anything done today,” I said as I pulled my shorts up.
“Me?” she feigned innocence.
“You’re the one who jumped my bones in the shower.”
“Was it or was it not your hand that started rubbing me?”
“Hey, you asked me to wash you.”
“Yes, and I don’t think my vagina has ever been so clean,” she joked.
I pulled a shirt on, and grabbed my mail key. “I’m going to get the mail and then I have to head to work. Did you want to come workout?”
“Actually, I think I’m going to go back to the diner, and see if they’ll take me back. I miss working, and I hate that you’ve been paying for everything. I was thinking maybe it was time to get a place of my own and get out of your hair.”
All physical movement stopped as I stared at her in disbelief. “You want to move out?”
“Technically, I don’t live here. You were just giving me a place to stay, so I figured it was time I start looking.”
“Fuck that!” I shouted.
“I can’t keep living here. This is your place. Other than a few pieces of clothing, I don’t have anything here. And I can see you getting all pissy, so knock it off, and understand me. Karl took away my identity, and I can’t let that happen again.”
As much as I hated to admit it, I understood, but the thought of not waking up to her every morning actually scared me. It was all new territory for me and the only thing I knew was that I didn’t want to lose what we had. For the first time in my life, I was—dare I say—happy.
“Then, we’ll go shopping. If you want to decorate the kitchen with chickens, then we’ll buy every chicken towel and floor mat they have. If you want vases that serve absolutely no purpose, other than to collect dust, well then we will buy you as many as you want.”
She laughed and her smile was big and genuine. “Anything?”
“I draw the line at pink and frilly.”
“Good because so do I,” she said.
“So, you’ll stay then?”
She nodded. “I’ll stay.”
“If you ever want me to leave.”
I put my finger over her lips then kissed her. “Never.” She smiled against my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around her, and picked her up from the bed. Her legs linked around my waist, and I started carrying her through the apartment. “I still have to get the mail. You want to stay like this?”
“No, I want to look around, and get some ideas.”
“Should I be scared?” I asked, thinking of my nice, clean, sleek, manly apartment.
“Maybe,” she said with a kiss to my cheek before jumping down. Sassy emerged from wherever she was, and started rubbing against Brooklyn’s legs.
“Have we been ignoring you?” Brooklyn said, as she scooped Sassy up and kissed Sassy’s nose.
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p; “I see how it is. Kiss me and then move on to my cat.’
“Jealous?”
“Maybe,” I joked, then swatted her ass before going to get the mail. It was the usual shit. A few bills and credit card offers, but an envelope stood out. I brought it to the front, and immediately recognized my mother’s handwriting. What the fuck would she be sending me?
I ripped it open, and the happy cloud I was just floating in turned black. My blood ran hot until it boiled. I clenched and unclenched my fists, but it didn’t help with the anger. My jaw ticked and I rammed my hand into my closed mailbox, leaving a nice dent in the metal.
“Fucking assholes!” I yelled.
I paced back and forth, trying to calm the rage inside me. Brooklyn didn’t need to see me like this. But it was too late.
“Are you okay? I thought I heard you screaming,” she asked as she came up to me.
My fist tightened on the paper in my hand, crumpling it into a ball.
“What is it?” she asked, running a calming finger down my face before taking my hand in hers. Her touch soothed my soul, making me forget the anger that was rising.
She unraveled my fingers, and took the paper in her hand. “What is this?”
“What does it look like?”
“A bill?” she guessed.
“Ding, ding, ding, we got a winner.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” she spat.
I ran my hands through my hair. “Sorry. It’s a bill. From my parents. They’re pissed I dropped out of college.”
B’s eyes widened as she looked back at the paper. “They want you to pay them thirty thousand dollars! Can they do that?”
“It appears so. It’s signed by their lawyers.” I swiped the paper out of her hand, not wanting to see it for a second longer.
“Why?”
“I don’t exactly have the best relationship with my parents. I wouldn’t even call what we have a relationship.”
She took my hand back in hers and kissed my knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. They’re a bunch of assholes, and once I pay off this debt, they’re out of my life for good.”
“Is that what you really want? I mean.” She bit her lip, and a sadness crossed her eyes. “I liked my family. A lot. I didn’t just love them because they were blood and I had to. I genuinely liked them. But I haven’t spoken to them since I got married. I miss my dad and my brother. My mom died when I was younger, and it was always the three of us. I wish I didn’t cut them off. So, I just want to make sure you don’t make the same mistake as me.”
“That’s the difference between me and you. I never liked my family.”
She nodded in understanding, and I hooked my arm around her waist pulling her into me. As soon as her body pressed against mine, I felt a calm rush over me. “Looks like we’ll have to wait on the redecorating.”
Her arms linked around my waist. “Who cares about the redecorating? I kind of like the apartment the way it is anyway. We’ll figure this out.”
“I’ll figure it out,” I rebutted.
Brooklyn stepped back, and looked straight into my eyes. “We’re a team. Equals. It’s the only way this will work. Whatever shit you’re going through, I’m going through it too, and vice versa. Deal?” She held her hand out like it was a business transaction, and I couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Deal.” I took her hand and yanked her back into me.
Chapter 36
Nixon
It was a week until my fight with Seth. The text messages hadn’t stopped and seemed to be coming more frequently. I tried to ignore them, but it still bothered the fuck out of me that he knew what Brooklyn was doing and wearing. If he wasn’t lurking in the shadows, then he had someone doing his dirty work for him. I just had to figure out who. Once I did, they were going to fucking wish they never crossed my path.
I got in the ring with Kevin, and he held his hands out as I took one jab after the other to the pads. Mark stood outside the ropes, and did what he did best; kept quiet, because I knew exactly what I was doing. There was a time when I needed his direction. Needed him to be the coach that he was, but now I was my own coach. I knew my opponent better than he knew himself, and there was nothing a coach could tell me that I didn’t already know. But Mark had been with me from the very beginning, and I liked him being there. Not that I’d ever fucking admit to that.
“You think you’re ready for the fight?” Kevin asked, as I landed a spinning back-kick.
“I’m always ready.”
“The King is pretty tough competition,” he said, and I threw a hammer fist, almost wishing I actually hit him instead of the pad. Was he fucking kidding me right now?
“Not tough enough,” I growled.
Kevin laughed. “I know. I just like to see you get pissed off.”
“You’re an asshole,” I said and drilled my hand into the pad. When I pulled back, he took his hand out of the pad and shook it. “Too hard on you?” I asked.
“No,” he stated, and slid the pad back on, holding it in the ready position.
“Now that is too much pretty to be in a place like this,” Mark called out, and I stopped kicking the shit out of the pads.
I turned and watched, as Brooklyn waved and made her way to the ropes. “Hey beautiful.” I leaned over to give her a kiss. She finally got rid of those damn baggy clothes and was wearing things that showed off her gorgeous curves. I was wondering if encouraging her do so was a good idea because every time she walked into a room dressed all sexy like that, I lost my concentration.
“You almost ready to head to dinner? Or do you want me to hang out for a little bit?” she asked.
“She can hang out in my office,” Mark teased, and I grabbed one of Kevin’s pads, and flung it at him.
He ducked, then laughed as he jumped down from the ropes. “Just showing my manners,” he said. “Hit the showers, Vipe. Don’t leave this pretty lady waiting too long.”
Kevin retrieved the pad I threw and headed off to the locker room. “Thanks, Kev,” I said as he passed. He held his hand up and kept walking.
I jumped down and reached out to grab Brooklyn, but she swatted my hand away. “You’re all gross.”
“You like me sweaty,” I replied with a wink. “How about I don’t shower, and I get you nice and sweaty with me.”
“Tempting, but you promised me dinner. And I’m hungry. But I’ll have you for dessert.” She leaned over, keeping enough distance between the two of us so I wouldn’t get sweat on her pretty outfit. I reached my hand up her skirt, and she jumped away. “Later,” she said, shaking her finger at me.
“I’m warning you. I’m going to want seconds.”
“Don’t you always.”
I scooped up my phone, and headed to the locker room. “I’ll be out soon. Do me a favor, and stay away from Mark,” I teased.
I walked into the locker room, and Kevin had his back to me. My phone vibrated then, and I looked down at the text.
A skirt for easy access. Don’t mind if I do.
-S
Anger reared its ugly head as I looked at the text, then at Kevin, who was sliding his phone into his backpack.
I stormed over to him, grabbing his arm, and twisting it behind his back. “What the fuck, Viper?”
“Give me your fucking phone. Now!”
“What is your problem?”
I shoved him away from me, and didn’t wait for him. I snatched his phone out of his bag, and went to his messages, and found a long list of messages to The King, detailing what Brooklyn was wearing and where she was.
I didn’t even see red this time. All I saw was black and death. I didn’t really do friends other than Beckham, so I wouldn’t consider Kevin one, but I sure as hell wouldn’t expect him to stab me in the fucking back. We were on the same team. I even would say I liked him.
“You’re a dead man,” I growled through clenched teeth as I punched him in the face.
He spit blood onto the floor. “What t
he fuck, Vipe? I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” he stammered.
I held the phone up and shoved it into his face. “Don’t play fucking stupid with me, shithead. The proof is right fucking here.” I pushed my hand and the phone into his face, knocking his head into the locker. “Did you not think I’d find out?”
He didn’t say anything. Red marked his neck and cheeks, and I wanted nothing more than to add black and blues to it. I slammed his phone against the locker, shattering it to pieces.
“I trusted you.” I moved closer to him until I was mere inches from his disgusting face. “Why the fuck would you do this to me?”
I punched him in the gut and he bent over, hugging his stomach in pain. After a few moments, he straightened up, as if he somehow found a bout of confidence. “I’m moving to New Orleans. Seth said he’d train me. I’m no longer your gopher. You think you’re so fucking big. No one can take you down, but you just wait.”
I kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fall forward again. “You’re a real fucking moron, you know that?” I bent down to his level and grabbed his neck, turning him to look at me. “You just went from being one gopher to another. Seth is never going to train you. He was using you. Any idiot can figure that out.” I shoved him away from me not wanting to look at him for another second.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kevin spit back at me, with so much arrogance it made him look stupid.
I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him up against the locker. Blood dripped down his chin and I smiled at the sight. “Unfortunately for you, I do.”
“Seth’s going to kick your ass, and then he’ll teach me, and I’ll be back for you,” he sputtered out, and I tightened my grip on his neck. He made the dumbass move of trying to pull my hands off of him. “You will never have what it takes. You can’t even get me off you.”
He tried again, making rookie mistake after rookie mistake, and I laughed at his incompetence. I finally let him go. It was like fighting an injured puppy, pathetic and sad.
“You’re already going soft,” Kevin muttered. “Who knew all it would take was some chick to spread her legs?”