Takedown (Fight Factory Book 1)

by Lea Hart

  The familiar flood of heat told him he was on the verge of coming, and his brain didn’t shut down like it typically did. This was the point at which his focus usually zeroed in on getting off. But he wasn’t shutting anything down. He felt every overwhelming sensation that being wrapped up so intimately with this woman gave him. For the first time, he was connected to another person in a way that went beyond physical. It felt right and perfect, like she’d been made specifically for him and no one else.

  Groaning, he felt his release running down his spine as his desperate, wild hunger to mark her exploded in his head. She’d destroyed his self-control and when she moaned, he slid his hand between their bodies, rubbed her clit firmly, and felt her tremble as she came. She clenched and pulsed around him, which triggered his own orgasm. The climax ripped through him in the most heavenly bliss he’d ever experienced. His vision blurred as pleasure rolled through every part of his body.

  Once he was completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and took some much-needed breaths. Yeah, he’d been right. She was his dream girl. No way was he going to let her go. No matter what she said. It wasn’t one day for them. It was day one.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Saturday Afternoon

  Bree lay underneath Matt’s weight and decided that the world finally made sense. The last forty minutes had finally allowed her a glimpse of what heaven looked like. Running her hand over his damp back made her smile. Was it him, or the fact she had finally let herself go?

  Whatever it was, she was going to make damn sure to do it as often as she could. Why had she ignored that part of her life? Well, not ignored, exactly, but certainly never made it a priority.

  But then again, why would she? Her boyfriend in college certainly never gave her an experience like the one she’d just had, and Grayson, her fiancé, hadn’t either. Had she known the pleasure she’d just experienced was possible, she would’ve pursued it. Twenty-eight seemed a little late to discover that sex was damn fun. Before this, it had been pleasant, at best.

  Maybe she was on some sort of sex high to be thinking this way, but if that was true, she didn’t want it to stop. In fact, she wanted to try some things she’d been wondering about. Wild, dirty things.

  The first thing she needed to do, though, was get Matt off her, because she couldn’t really breathe. “Roll over, Matt. Before you crush me.” All she got was a murmur…and no movement. Pushing into his arm, she felt no give, just solid muscle. “Scooch.”

  She watched him lift his head and laughed at his smile. It was a cocky, self-satisfied one that suggested he had all kinds of things to be proud of. Which he sort of did, considering he’d given her a couple of orgasms. “I see you’re real proud of your performance.”

  Rolling off, he took her with him. Linking his arms together, he secured her against his body. “It’s not my performance that I’m thinking about. It’s the way we fit together. Goddamn, you fit me like a perfect glove.”

  Laying her head against his chest, she shivered. “Pull the covers up.” She felt the sheets and blanket cover her backside and felt him kiss her head. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” he asked with a laugh.

  “The covers, the orgasms, and showing up in Houston.” She lifted her head, propped it on her arms, and gave him a smile. “What are you doing in Houston, by the way?”

  “UFC brought all the title holders out for a Super Bowl weekend celebration. We’re staying at the Marriott across town and they’re hosting a dinner tonight at Perry’s. Supposedly it’s one of the best steak houses in Houston. We have to wear suits and use our good manners.”

  “That should be fun. My brother didn’t tell me he was coming when we spoke last week.”

  He ran his hand over her hair and then across her cheek, and her tummy did a little flip-flop at the sweet gesture. It was affection, not lust, that made him do that, and she wondered what place that had in a one-and-done situation. Having no real experience in the area, she had no idea what the rules were.

  “We got the invite Wednesday. We’re going to be doing a couple of promotional events and clinics in town. I’m here until Friday.”

  “Me too. I have a bunch of clients to meet with.” Wiggling, she tried to see if his hold would loosen. He was probably ready to get out of there and get on with his weekend. When he tightened his hold, she wondered what he was up to. “Thank you again. That was amazing.” The scowl that crossed his face wasn’t what she’d expected to see.

  “Are you trying to dismiss me?” He rolled her and caught her under his body. “We just got started.”

  “And we finished.” When she pushed against him, she noticed that maybe he wasn’t finished after all. His hips were cradled in hers and she felt exactly how unfinished he was.

  “Don’t move. I have to get rid of this condom.” He jumped off her and strode over to the bathroom. Seconds later, he returned and bounced on the bed. “Round two.”

  She sat up and felt her muscles protest. “I have to get ready for my date. There’s no time for round two.”

  “Bree, are you fucking kidding me?” He picked her up, plopped her in his lap, and wrapped his arms securely around her. “How can you say you have a date when we’re naked?”

  “It’s not a date date. You know that because I told you about my plans.”

  “I don’t know why you have to escort that dumb quarterback to the NFL Honors awards. Can’t he find a date and not make his attorney go?”

  Sliding her hand over his arm, she felt the tension in his muscles. Why he was getting himself worked up was a mystery. They were fooling around and nothing more, and he had no need to be giving her a hard time. Well, there was one hard thing he could give her. She snickered and noticed he remained stone-faced. “You should go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere until I meet this guy and explain the lay of the land.”

  His fingers ran down her spine, and the tingles she experienced as he leisurely traced each bump were surprising. It wasn’t a sexual touch in any way, but it felt erotic nonetheless. Maybe she was just turned on and anything he did would light her up. For all she knew, he could start playing the banjo and she would be a puddle of desire and hormones. “You are crazy if you think I’m going to let you hang around and give the company’s biggest client the lay of any land.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t care who he is. He needs to understand that there is a hands-off policy when it comes to you.”

  Groaning, she wiggled enough so that he let her go. “That is true of all our clients. You don’t need to beat your chest like a caveman and yell ‘mine, mine, mine.’ Scott is a good guy and I’m not concerned with him getting the wrong idea.”

  “Well, then it shouldn’t be a problem for us to meet.”

  “This is a one-and-done anyway. Why are you still here?”

  “That’s it, Bree.” He got off the bed in one quick, smooth motion and lifted her up and over his shoulder. “This is no one-and-done, so get that idea out of your head.”

  Pushing her hands into his shoulder, she tried to get free. All she got for her fussing was a light smack on her ass. Why he thought any of this was going to work was mind-boggling. He’d snapped, and she had no idea how long it would take for him to snap back. “You better be praying for mercy because when you let me down, I’m going to have my revenge.” Laughter, that’s all she got.

  “I bet you’re going to let go of that revenge idea the minute I put my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours. I’m going to eat you up and then I’m going to let you ride me until the only name you can say is mine.”

  The damn nerve of saying something like that was freaking crazy. Except…she felt her body respond to his dirty words. No one had ever spoken to her in such a frank manner. And she couldn’t decide how offended she should be. Right after he did what he said, she’d figure it out. “You’re very sure of yourself.” As he loosened his grip, she slid down his body and noticed how accurate her words were. He was at full
mast with beads of come dripping off his tip. The urge to bend down and lick him clean was unbelievable.

  “I am sure about how good we are together and how good you feel, so, yeah…I’m confident.” After throwing the shower curtain open, he turned on the shower and then shook his head. “It’s too small for what I have in mind.”

  Pushing at his chest, she tried to get him to move. No more letting him get his way. “Wasn’t going to happen anyway.”

  “Bree, Bree, Bree.” His hand moved down the center of her body and he grinned evilly. “I’m gonna find out how big of a liar you are.”

  The moment he parted her swollen folds, she involuntarily moaned. She was sensitized to his touch and felt a sigh escape as he pressed his thumb to her bud. It was too much.

  “That rush of honey you coated my fingers with tells me that you’re ready.” He stepped into the tub and lifted her up so her back was against the wall. He flipped the curtain closed, and they were enveloped in the steamy space. “Let this be the last argument we have about what we are to each other.”

  A response formed in her head and then flew out when he positioned himself at her entrance. Teasing her, he just gave her the tip for a second before slowly thrusting in and out shallowly.

  “Look at us, Bree. I want you to see what we look like.”

  Holding tightly to his shoulders, she looked down and saw his massive length and felt her body respond immediately. A small contraction fluttered at the erotic sight. “Matt…”

  “You want me?”

  “Yes!”

  Taking her mouth possessively, he gave her a full thrust and buried himself deep within her body. After that, it was hard to say who lost control first. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that seemed to be years in the making. Not minutes. The angle of their bodies created a friction that had Bree surrendering within minutes, and when Matt joined her, she felt his release. No condom.

  How in the hell had she let that happen? How in the hell had he?

  ***

  By far the best experience of his life. Hands down. Breathing heavily, he tried to make sense of it. His damn brain got rearranged the moment he entered her. By the time he figured out it was because he didn’t have a condom on, it was too late. At least that was the story he told himself. Truth was, he wouldn’t have pulled out without a gun to his head. He was clean. He knew that because he never went without. Until Bree.

  Maybe a little corner of his brain was operating because he’d noticed the patch on her hip when he’d taken her clothes off earlier.

  When he finally could pry his eyes open, he looked down into Bree’s face and realized a gun might be safer than the woman in his arms. She was pissed. Sexually satisfied, but pissed. “Seems we forgot something.”

  The moment she unhooked her legs from around his waist, he lifted her off his very happy cock and tried to look like he regretted it. When her feet hit the shower floor, she punched him in the arm. Yeah, no way around it, she wasn’t happy with their slip up.

  “I expect you to show me a clean bill of health.”

  Taking her hands, he lifted them to his mouth and kissed them gently. “I’m clean, Bree, and I will be happy to give you whatever proof you need. I would never put you in danger. You have to believe that.”

  “Not really sure about what I believe or don’t. What I do know is that it won’t happen again.”

  The determined look on her face told him he would be smart to leave it be for now. And while he wasn’t as smart as her, he was intelligent enough to know when to back down. “Want me to soap your back?”

  “No. You get out and let me have my shower. I need to start getting ready.”

  He picked up the soap and handed it to her. “Okay, you can soap mine.” Turning around, he took a step under the spray of the shower and let it rain down on his head. His body was buzzing despite their little snafu. Bree was his match, and being inside her made him realize where he belonged. When her small hands moved over his back, he bit back a smile. No matter how ruffled her feathers were, she still wanted him. He knew that by how much attention she was paying to his package. Yes indeed, Bree was making sure he was clean all over.

  ***

  Lying on the bed, Matt kept one eye on the television and one eye on the bathroom. Bree was in the process of getting ready and it was fascinating. She had tried closing the door a couple of times and had finally given up when he kept going in to see what she was doing. The only thing that was keeping him sane was the fact that she looked well fucked. It was a crude description, but he didn’t really care. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and he planned on kissing her a couple more times just to make sure Scott got the message about who Bree belonged to. Not that she would agree. But those were details for another day.

  When Bree walked out of the bathroom in her robe, he whistled. Her hair was pinned up and her face was fully made up. A definite knockout. Not that she wasn’t when she was standing in the shower with a clean face and slicked-back hair. In fact, that’s the girl he preferred. “What time are you meeting Scott?”

  “He’s coming by at three-thirty so we can get there in time for the red carpet. He’s expected to make a good show because he’s up for the Offensive Player of the Year.”

  “Good for him,” he replied without enthusiasm. What were the chances that the woman you were interested in happened to hang out with a football player who made over twenty-four million a year? He knew the damn answer—less than a half percent. On top of that, the son of a bitch was good-looking. Fuck.

  “Are you watching MythBusters?” she asked as she sat down next to him.

  “Yeah, so what?” It was one of his favorite shows, and the last thing he needed was for Bree to make fun of him.

  “I love this show,” Bree exclaimed.

  Lifting his arm, he waited for her to settle next to him. When she rested her head against his chest, he felt like it might explode. Bree, sex, and MythBusters. Yeah, he could die a happy man.

  “Did you see the one when they tried to crash a giant tanker car by creating a vacuum?”

  “Yeah, that one was pretty good. I can’t believe they’re done, though. Did you know this is the farewell season?”

  “I know, but we have lots of seasons that we can watch over and over again.”

  “Guess so. I think they could’ve kept going,” Matt answered as he ran his hand along her arm.

  “Me too.”

  The fact that he was talking about one of his favorite shows with a beautiful smart woman who blew his mind told him he had to hold on. No matter what she said. “What other shows do you like?”

  “You won’t be surprised to find out that I like a lot of geeky science shows. I find them very relaxing. I like Modern Marvels too.”

  “Yep, we’re definitely made for each other.” When she looked up at him and laughed, he knew deep in his gut that she was the one he’d been waiting for.

  There was a knock on the door and Bree started to get up, but he jumped up and stopped her. “Honey, I’ll get it. No one needs to see you in your robe.” He made his point by dragging his eyes over her and shaking his head. “Unless you want to start a riot.”

  Looking down, she laughed. “May have a point there.”

  He dropped a quick kiss on her head, then shut the bedroom doors and he walked into the little living room. The fact that he had only his jeans on and his hair was wet would let whoever was on the other side of that door know there was a man in residence.

  A second knock told him that whoever it was had no patience. He flipped the lock, opened the door, and saw Scott Clemins standing before him in a damn custom-made suit. He knew it was custom because Scott was an inch taller than him and probably had thirty pounds on him. There was no off-the-rack suit that would fit either one of them. “Hi, Scott.” The quizzical look he got let him know that Bree had not talked about him. Which made sense, considering she hadn’t been expecting him.

  “Do I have the right room?” Scott
asked as he stood in the doorway. Leaning back, he checked the number on the wall. “I’m supposed to picking up my attorney, but instead there is the freaking middleweight champion answering her door.” Throwing his hand out, he started to pump Matt’s as he grinned. “Your last fight was fucking amazing.”

  Okay, maybe not such a bad guy. “Come on in. You have the right room.” He stepped back and let Scott enter. “I surprised my girl and she’s just about ready.”

  Scott ran his hand through his hair and grimaced. “Bree didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend when she agreed to go with me. Hope this is okay, man.”

  The fact that the guy looked uncomfortable made him feel about a thousand times better. This wasn’t a date, just like Bree had said. It was a business thing. Well, he could now take a regular breath. “Yeah, sure. We’re kind of new and I never want to stand in the way of Bree’s business. I totally trust her because there is no better woman than her.” The fact that he was making up shit as he went along didn’t bother him in the least. Bree wasn’t his…yet, so he had no claim on her. But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for anyone who happened to stop by. Assume victory and act accordingly.

  Scott walked in, collapsed on one of the couches, and grinned. “Can’t believe I’m sitting here with fricking Matt Hall, MMA champion. How heavy is that belt, anyway?”

  “Heavy,” Matt responded. “Hey, you want something to drink before you do the red-carpet thing?”