THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN

by Misha Anderson

  Maggie dodges, but I don’t... Pipo El Diablo hit a series of punches and kicks, that take me some time to recover. I hear the deafening sound of fear from my fans, as if the blows were on their flesh.

  Mad Garcia, Garcia and Frank yell for me to get up.

  The guy looks Maggie, who stares at me and then he looks at me.

  He whispers something and she ignores him.

  I want to know what’s going on, I need to end this shit, quit playing around.

  I dodge a kick from Pipo and grab his leg tight in less than 5 seconds he asks for mercy.

  I won, I’m back, but that wrinkle of worry won’t quit.

  I look at the second row and I see even late, Kayden and Connie saw my victory. They applaud and scream: Sickle, Sickle, Vaugh.

  They are my brothers, they cheer for me like no one else, I point the finger to them and Kay gets pale.

  I look towards the audience and Maggie is not in the front row, where is she?

  The guy also disappeared... No!

  Not again, she wouldn’t do that with me! Baby is not like that bitch Pamela, but where is she?

  I get out of the ring and go to the locker room, before the room I was getting ready, I hear Maggie’s voice getting louder, the guy wearing a tie is near, too near.

  The son of the bitch’s arm goes to Maggie’s fragile wrist, twisting them back, in a angle that she moans in pain.

  I hear Maggie talking to him and in seconds I understand the scene that’s going on in front of me.

  “What are you doing here Fred?”

  He intimidates Maggie and growls louder.

  “Stupid Tiffany told me you where you were going to be, come with me, we are going to talk now.”

  I still have time to think, in the arm wrestling between the man and the wolf, I don’t always win. I jump on him in a single movement and my eyes get blurry.

  I hear voices from far away and I growl inhumanly.

  “Let her go now. She’s mine. Mine. You miserable thing.”

  My hand is on his neck and every second my hair goes up and my gums burn with the proximity of elongating my fangs, I’m far from the man, from control...

  He drools and he’s eyes are wide open, my stiff arms take his feet off the floor and he grunts words and disconnect sounds.

  His lungs start to collapse and I know that in a few seconds he’ll be inert, dead in my hands.

  Almost taken by the wolf that lives in me, I roar without being discreet, anonymously.

  Fred narrows his eyes and I hear Kayden and Connie talking to me:

  “Hunt, you’re killing him, let him go, drop the man.”

  A soft hand slide on my abdomen and my chest.

  Maggie leans on my back and her soft voice, little by little my ears start to make some sense.

  “Big Guy! Let him go, please. For me. You’re crushing his throat, let him go. It’s me, Maggie, can you hear me?”

  I nod, she kisses my back and my hands let them go slowly, from that Fred’s neck.

  He slides down the wall pale and staggering. Coughing and coughing till he gets the air back to his lungs.

  I kneel and we are face to face.

  He needs to understand that he survived for a miracle, next time, he may not be so lucky.

  “Never lay your filthy fingers on Maggie, she’s mine, do you understand?”

  He nods and drags himself on the floor, being helped by two guys that look like security guards.

  Maggie stare at me scared in panic and I desperately enter the locker room, I almost killed a man in front of her.

  My baby doesn’t deserve to see this ugly side I have, she doesn’t need this darkness, this wildness in her life, I run trying to hide from everyone, what a fucked up thing I did?

  I get in the shower wearing my shorts. I hear the door closing, and Maggie enters slowly, as if she was trying to figure out if I’m still out of myself.

  I’m so embarrassed, what kind of woman wants someone like this, a beast out of control.

  She locks the door behind her and without me waiting for it, she takes off her dress and gets inside the shower, wearing her panties and bra, hugging me by the waist, while she whispers calming me down:

  “Hey! It’s alright, I’m here, it’s going to be alright, don’t be like that, please.”

  I don’t make a sound, I wrap my arms around her waist and we slide to the floor, she’s wrapped on my legs, caressing my back, caressing my ears.

  While the man return and take command of my conscience again.

  CHAPTER 6

  MAGGIE

  Hunter’s breathing slowly gets back to normal, I’m still wrapped around his neck, the cold water soaking our stiff bodies.

  He was on the verge of a nervous break down, it was scary.

  The way he suspended Fred by the neck, as if another man lived inside him, primitive, uncontrollable. I know that if I was some other kind of woman, I would be miles away after seeing him almost killing a man.

  But I’m not any kind of woman, and Hunter, definitely isn’t one of the guys I dated, or the coward Fred.

  He just wanted to protect me, to get Fred’s hands off me, but a wrath came out, a dark obscure feeling came up... And then, Hunter comes back to himself, to be the man I know, it was hard, but he’s back, for me, to me!

  I kiss his forehead and he avoids my eyes, he raises his eye full of tears and says in an embarrassed whisper:

  “Forgive me, I didn’t want to scare you baby.”

  “You don’t have to say anything else, Big Guy, I’m here with you, I won’t let go, okay?”

  Hunter nods, he looks still lost, his hands grabs my waist and I want to calm him down, to say everything is alright, but I’m too scared for that, the only thing I want is to hold him tight and keep him with me. I don’t know the consequences of this confrontation, I don’t trust Fred and unfortunately, even though it hurts me to admit it, I trust my father even less.

  His mouth searches mine and I let him find peace on my lips, the anchor he needs. I move to his lap and feel his powerful erection between my legs, waking up, an indecent desire, but so intense I can barely disguise it.

  I don’t know what’s happening to me, if it was the adrenaline of the moment before or if after meeting Hunter I’m always horny. But I want him and I stare at him, his eyes narrow and full of seedier they reveal that he also needs my love, my pleasure, my cum.

  Hunter lays me on the wet shower carefully, free my breasts from the bra and slides my panties through my hips. Kneels between my open thighs and looks, looks with admiration and a raw desire and perverted to my vagina, my exposed pussy. I try to raise my hand to my sex, but he denies it with his head, without taking his eyes from my vagina, all exposed, to my admiration, to my pleasure.

  “I want to taste you, baby, so pretty, my Maggie.”

  I run my tongue through my lips and Hunter scrapes his experienced fingers on my folds, up and down. I watch him focus look and before I can embarrass myself I feel my vagina getting wet, ah! I’m very... very wet, and Hunter laughs his libertine laugh that I love when he notices how his touch is capable of doing.

  His fingers masturbate me slowly, circling my clitoris, and I bend my hips against his hand. He licks two fingers, wetting them with saliva and slowly slides in me, rubbing my pussy internal walls, I won’t last long... God! It’s a delicious felling, indescribable, his raw look, viril, proud, while he teases me, his fingers coming and going, while he firmly rubs my fingers so he can penetrate me harder. I try to muffle my moans and an insane pleasure builds up in me hornier and hornier and fear covered with the erotic fetiche of being caught while Hunter fucks me is so good.

  “Ah! Big Guy, fuck me like that, you’re so good.”

  I squeeze his fingers inside me and I cum biting my hand, trying to muffle and cover up the intense orgasm Hunter just gave me.

  He takes off his shorts and before he can take another initiative, I mount on his hips and go down on his chest, be
tween his nipples, going through his hard abs and his delicious packs. And I kiss, lick and nibble him till I get to his absurdly erect cock, with the piercing stiff on his glande. I get his cock to my mouth and Hunter makes fists with his hand along his body, moaning low. His penis is too big, there’s no way I can suck it all, but I take it to where I can, feeling it hit the back of my throat. He moves his hips up and down and fills my mouth with his hard flesh, warm, velvet in steel. His penis drips and more and more pre cum comes out as I’m sucking him, holding the base of his cock and chasing the veins that jump and pulsing through his delicious cock.

  “Ah, baby, you want to kill me, what a delicious mouth.”

  He pulls me to his lap, lifts my hips and penetrates me, burying himself slowly and sweetly to his balls, hitting me deep and hard inside my pussy.

  “You’re going to cum on my cock, baby.”

  “I will, fuck me harder, I want more, Hunter.”

  Hunter and I let ourselves be taken by a delicious rhythm, he licked a finger getting it soaked with saliva, circling my anus. Slowly, making me even more lit, wanting it even more. I want it, I never tried, but everything with him is so good... His finger is still trying to figure me out and I move my ass showing him I what I want, how much I want it. He slowly slides his finger inside me, in my ass, his fingers gets in and out of my anus. And I get lost bitting his shoulders, screaming and moaning like an animal in heat, up and down, making his finger go back and front. I twist and hit my hips, I twist and moan more and more, him and I, taken by a transe, in a pleasure that I never ever thought I could feel. Perverted, delicious, carnal and intense.

  He looks me and whispers, so soft I can barely hear him, but I do, my ears, my body, my heart receives and listens.

  “I love you, I love you Maggie, stay with me, baby.”

  I kiss his lips and before we both cum again, I glue myself to his lips and whisper too:

  “I’ll stay. I love you too, Big Guy, my, my Big Guy.”

  After we made love, Hunter dressed me in an extra sweater shirt and pants he had. We got out of the locker room by the exit of the stadium, Hunter’s brothers and his coach were waiting for us, laughing.

  “You took your time talking, right?”

  With the widest smile in the world Hunter entangles his fingers on mine, kisses my hand and confirmed the provocation of his coach Garret.

  “Yeah! There is a lot to catch up, now she knows everything about MMA. Let’s go, baby, we still have a lot to talk.”

  “If you keep exercising like this, you’re not even going to need practice, Sickle.”

  I smile embarrassed and Hunter introduces me to his brothers, before we say good-bye to everyone else.

  Three days after almost being killed by a caveman, I enter Geffrey’s office and he greets me. He shakes my hand firmly and invites me to sit, visibly surprised with my sudden visit.

  “How are you, Frederic, I assume you met Maggie, are you two settle?”

  I removed the scarf I’m wearing on a ridiculously hot morning in California and he takes two steps back, he certainly sees the damage on my neck that Maggie’s ungrateful lover did.

  “This was the settle we had. Fuck, look! Look what happen.”

  Geffrey gets near and flabbergasted, he asks:

  “Was it Maggie that did that to your neck?”

  I deny it and explain in a rage.

  “It was her lover, a thug your little princess is fucking, he had the nerve to do this to me. Now tell me, Geffrey, how I’m going to believe I can count on your support? And after everything I did for you.”

  Geffrey doesn’t know what to say to me, he throws himself on his expensive chair and stutters:

  “I, I...”

  Do you want to know a thing, I’m going to stop being nice and I’m going to be more incisive, but decisive, he needs to know who he’s dealing with, I won’t be made a fool of in front of all our friends, who Maggie thinks she is to break up with me before the Boston Conference, no, Senator Geffrey, I know a lot and if I start to talk, it’s not going to be good to anyone.

  “I... I... Fuck that, Geffrey, either you fix that little daughter of yours and she comes back to me quiet and good, or I’ll have to blabber. What you think your daughter will think when she finds out your real interest in her assets, mainly the land your damn wife gave it to her before she passed away. Does she know the truth about her inherence, Geffy? Well, then, I suggest you use a little more of your persuading power and bring Maggie’s ass back to me.”

  “Take it easy, Fred, I’ll talk to her and...”

  “I’ll make myself understand by the son of a bitch fucking her, start to find out who is this guy, what he does, where he lives, tell me everything you find out, these marks on my neck will get revenge from that asshole. It’s a pity, I have to get into dirt, but Maggie will have to say good-bye to that little piece of shit thug.

  CHAPTER 7

  HUNTER

  I even get worried with everything so perfect in my life, call me a pessimist if you want, I know it’s not about thinking I don’t deserve a slice of the so boasted happiness. Everything is about a clearly simple statement: I’m not used to gentleness, cuddling, never, from nothing and no one.

  The beatings I got from life started early from my first years of life: my parents used to say I was a child with delicate health, my bones were too weak and no doctor could explain it. I barely walked, I didn’t play with my brothers. Till the day there was a fight between Adam and some boys from the other pack, he tried to face them all alone and of course, he got the worse of it. As he is my older brother, the role model I always admired and followed, without me even waiting to, I got in the middle of all the confusion. I was weedy, and as the most vulnerable they got me as an example. You know how it is, the weaker gets beaten the most. But I don’t know what happen, I was overtaken by an inexplicable strength that no one could understand, like an uncontrollable beast, I beat the boys so much, one of them left, like a good little puppy, literally with its tail between its legs.

  Everything in my life I had to acquire by force otherwise I was defeated, buried by life. It never gave me a break, always treated me like a punching bag. My difficulty in adapting at school and collage for being so big and clumsy, how many chairs did I break because they didn’t support my body? An infinity of them. And with girls, even though they thought I was interesting, good looking, nice, I was always a clunky guy, sort of a weird guy that growled, grunted, was dangerous, unstable.

  They like fucking me, in the male intense way I fucked them, the pleasure of my endowed cock gave them. But it was never more than that, they all kept a safe distance, looking apprehensive to the emergency exit, never gave me a chance to get involved, when I stared to get attached, they had ran already legues from me, swapping me for a more acceptable guy, a much normal one.

  That’s why I still cuddle, always after I make love to Maggie, waking up in the middle of the night. As if I wanted to be certain of the love, the coziness that my baby gives me, it’s a real fact. it’s not something I imagined.

  As is I needed to recognize that she’s really mine, even me being that clumsy, despise my size and extreme force.

  I still draw back in bed, trying to do everything right so she won’t wake from her after fuck sleep, from her frail certainties about me. I try to close my eyes and I can’t, thinking and thinking how Maggie would react if she saw my dark side, the beast that lives in me.

  How do I want this woman for me if I can’t even be a regular man she expects of me? I can’t rip the animal inside of me, I was born like this, I’m a Lycan by the blood that run through my veins.

  The beast cohabits in the man, as the man lives inside the beast, and what’s left me is too co-inhabit, tame it, so I won’t totally lose control.

  Maggie entangles herself in me like bindweed, throwing her soft thighs, by the color of the creamiest chocolate, on top of mine. Her hand goes to the left of my chest and is as if she could capture, h
old in her little hands, in fact, my heart. It’s two in the morning, she slowly opens her eyes and faces mine staring at them, delighting me with her shape. Maggie gives me one of her naughty girl smiles and brings her face toward mine, kissing me in a delicious way, so engaging only she can give me.

  “Not sleepy, Hunt?”

  I nod and confim sort of embarrassed that she caught me admiring her sleeping.

  “After I fight, I always get agitated, it takes a while for me to relax, sleep, baby, I didn’t want to wake you.”

  Maggie caught me by surprise, mounting me, with that girly playful look.

  “I know a delicious way of making you relax, you just have to stay quiet and enjoy.”

  I raised an eyebrow, curious, asking:

  “What are you going to do with me, Maggie.”

  She leaned over me and whispered in my ear all the dirty things she would do to me.

  “First, I’m going to kiss and lick your naked body, your plump lips, suck your hard nipples, get down with my tongue through your chest, your packs and then I’ll put your huge and thick cock in my mouth and I’ll suck you till to beg me to stop, Big Guy.”

  Maggie said those crazy things, while she provokes me, caressingly my cock with her little soft hands, up and down and like a woman that honors her word, she kissed me, bit me, sucked me, making me wriggle my toes, till I begged for her little pussy.

  “Stop teasing me, baby, sit on my face and gives me what I want.”

  We woke up at nine in the morning, never more relaxed.

  I was late to the gym, to practice with Mad Gary. I was so silly, with such a loose and relaxed body for having fucking to exhaustion that I even let the kid whom I was practicing with hit me a few blows.

  “What the fuck, Sickle, where the fuck is your mind?”

  My mind is on Maggie’s plump soft lips, or is it on her little round tits, the legs wrapped around my waist, my delicious pussy, my warm and cosy house, squeezing my cock, getting the last drop of sperm. My head was in a place I could never say... Ah! Between Maggie’s legs, it’s there I’m now, Mad Gary you fucking boring man.