by Marie York
“Let me know if you want me to whip you up something to settle it,” Lou said.
I waved my hand to Lou, and went to smile, but then pushed a hand to my mouth. After a second, I pulled it away and took a deep breath, pretending like I really was sick to my stomach. “I should be okay. Just need to sleep it off,” I said.
“Okay, see you two later,” Lou said, and we continued on. As soon as we were out of sight, Bronx snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me back to him. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around him, as I started to unbutton his shirt.
We stumbled through the door, clothes going in every which direction, when Bronx pulled his head back from me and said, “Lets slow down.”
Chapter 16
Bronx
The green in Kenzie’s eyes dulled, and she slid down my body. “I thought this is what you wanted.” She looked so unsure of herself, and I hated that she thought I didn’t want her.
I took her face in my hands, and urged her to look at me. “I don’t mean slow down because we’re moving too fast. I mean, slow down because I want to savor every single second that I’m with you. We have plenty of time to have rushed crazy sex, but, right now, I want to make love to you. I want to touch every inch of your body because you deserve to be worshipped.”
“Then, what are you waiting for?” she asked, and I crushed my mouth to hers, meeting her tongue thrust for thrust, slipping and sliding against each other.
I grabbed her ass, taking two handfuls, and hoisted her up onto me. Her arms wrapped back around my neck, and I dragged my mouth down her jaw line to her neck. A moan slipped from her lips, and my cock throbbed at the sexy as hell noise.
I brought her to the bed, and laid her down, kissing my way down to the swell of her tits and back up. I pushed the straps of her dress aside, pressing kisses on her bare shoulder as I went.
She arched into me, and I slipped my hand beneath her dress. I ran my finger along her panties, feeling the moisture against the soft material. I hooked my finger around the barrier, and ripped it aside, pushing inside her wetness.
I pumped in and out her, and yanked her dress out of the way so I could suck on those beautiful tits. I bent my head, taking her nipple between my teeth eliciting another load moan. I swirled my tongue around the taut bead, and massaged the other tit before dragging my tongue to the other.
I pushed another finger inside her, and she screamed out, her body curving up at me. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I growled against her skin.
Her hand reached down, unzipping my pants, and freed my cock. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, and I sucked in a breath at the intensity. It was almost too much to take.
I grabbed her wrists before I blew it and pinned them above her head. “No fair,” she moaned.
“You want me to come already?”
“No, I want you inside of me.” Her hands ran up my head, her fingers knotting in my hair, and pulling her body into me. “Please,” she begged.
“Take this off,” I said, pulling at her dress.
She shook her head.
“If you don’t take it off, I’m ripping it off.”
She was hesitant for a second, but then shimmied out of it. Her hand landed on her lower stomach, and I pushed it aside.
“C-section scar. It’s not exactly sexy,” she said.
I bent my head, and pressed my lips to the light pink line. “It’s sexy as hell. You say I’m a fighter, but this,” I kissed it again, and then kissed my way up her stomach. “Is proof that you are. It shows your strength and your braveness, and there is nothing sexier than a strong woman.”
Her hands grabbed my face, and she pulled my up to her. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. I could see the emotion in her eyes. She pressed her lips to mine: soft, sweet, and gentle. It set the pace, and I positioned myself between her legs, touching my cock to her slick entrance. I swiped it up, and down before slipping inside of her.
Her nails dug into my back, as I rocked into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to me. She spread her legs wide, and then linked them behind my back.
I put my hand under her ass, picked her up, and sat on the edge of the bed. Our bodies were wet and slick, and slid against each other as we found a rhythm, as if the music was playing in our heads.
She arched back, and I ran my hand between her tits down her stomach. Her hair swayed behind her, grazing my legs. I pushed her back up to me, taking her nipple in my mouth, swiping and nipping until she screamed my name.
I pumped into her then, drilling my cock deep into her dripping wet pussy.
She let out a sexy moan and I stood up, sliding her up and down my cock.
Her nails dug deeper into my back, and I trailed my tongue down her neck, then kissed my way back up.
I lay back onto the mattress, moving until I was lying down, and she was riding me. Her tits bounced as she worked my cock, swaying her hips and rocking into me.
I reached up, molding her tits, and pinching her nipples between my fingers. It caused her to rock into me harder and take me deeper.
I grabbed the back of her head, and held her forehead against mine. Our eyes locked, and it sparked the desire to an uncontrolled frenzy. I pumped into her, and she grinded her hips into me, taking every inch of me into her wetness.
My thumb rubbed circles across her clit, and her muscles tightened around my cock. She moaned, her head falling forward and backward.
“Come for me,” I said, and worked her clit harder.
She pushed into me over and over, until her head fell back, her muscles convulsed and she was holding onto me like she was on the best ride of her life. She shook against me as her orgasm took her.
Her body went limp against mine, so I threw her back on the bed, and thrust my cock deep inside her.
“Oh, my God!” she cried out, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
I pumped in and out of her, giving her all that I had until I came hard, spilling my seed inside her.
Chapter 17
Kenzie
Bronx had his first fight since his comeback, and I wanted so desperately to be there, but I couldn’t get anyone to cover my shift. Frieda was with her sister, Lou was working the kitchen, and bringing a two year old to a place where guys beat the ever-living shit out of each other just seemed like the worst idea ever. There would be no fighting for my daughter, only princesses and popcorn.
I dropped off table four’s order and moved on to table five to see if they knew what they wanted yet. They placed their order, and I gave it to Lou before turning to the baby monitor and checking on Joy.
I wished I could have had a baby monitor at the fight. I was dying to know how it was going, and if he was winning. If he was on the right track to his comeback. Knox hadn’t responded to the social media attacks I provoked, but I knew it was only a matter of time. He could only take someone calling him out for so long before he went all in. Not to mention, the money that fight would rake in was enough for him to say yes. We just had to wait. But, I knew, deep down in my gut, that Bronx would get his chance to win it all.
I had all the confidence in the world, but, as the time passed, I started to worry. Scared that Bronx’s beautiful face was getting beat in, and would be left scarred and broken.
I delivered the rest of my orders, and waited for my shift to end. Finally, when it felt like ten years passed in the matter of two hours, I was free. Unfortunately, instead of sitting in the diner, I was now sitting on my couch staring at the door, waiting for Bronx to barge through the door.
I selected a movie off of Netflix, and tried to get consumed into it, but my mind was elsewhere. I glanced over to the bed, causing instant tingles to rush through my body. Every time I thought about Bronx inside of me, rocking his cock deeper and deeper, I could feel the desperation between my legs, wanting so badly to have him there again.
The movie ended, and Bronx still wasn’t home. I checked the time and sighed. His fight should have ended thre
e hours ago. He didn’t have a phone, so it’s not like I could call or text him. I couldn’t leave because of Joy. I was starting to worry. Afraid that he wound up in the hospital, and was beaten to a bloody pulp.
A knot formed in my stomach. I hated not knowing. Hated being stuck to my own imaginings. My mind was way too damn creative, and I was thinking of way too many horrible things. I checked on Joy, and then went to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water when the door eased open.
I turned, so excited to see Bronx and find out what happened. But, then, he stumbled through the door, and had to use the wall to hold him up and the excitement vanished.
“Hey,” he slurred, and I swallowed down the angry bile.
“Are you drunk?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice down, so as not to wake Joy.
He had a bruise forming on his face and a split lip. “I won!” he declared, sloppily throwing his arms up.
My teeth ground together. I had four rules and, really, when you thought about it, there was only one. The others were silly, but this one wasn’t. I didn’t want my daughter around a drunk. She didn’t deserve that.
“Get out,” I said, pointing to the door.
“What?” Bronx asked. “I won.”
“I don’t give a shit if you knocked the guy out in the first thirty seconds. I had one big rule. One! And you broke out. Now get out!” Anger surged through me, and I tried to keep from yelling or crying. I had so many emotions running through me that, if I let one out, it would explode into a messy emotional disaster.
“Kenz,” he said, and stumbled toward me, trying to take my face in his hands. His breath reeked of tequila and cheap beer, and I shoved my hands into his chest.
“I’m not going to say it again. Get out!”
“I just had a few drinks to celebrate. Why are you kicking me out?”
“Because, while you were out turning into a belligerent idiot, I was here worrying and thinking the worst. If I were you, and I won, I would have ran home to tell you. I would have wanted to celebrate with you. I wouldn’t want to get drunk because I wouldn’t want there to be the slightest possibility for me to forget how good that victory felt. I thought you changed. I thought you wanted to be on top again. I thought you wanted me.”
“I do want you.” He pawed at me, and I slapped his hand away.
“Don’t!” I walked to wear his duffle bag was, picked it up, and threw it at him. “Goodbye, Bronx.”
“This is ridiculous,” he said, and the reality of the situation seemed to have sobered him up, but it was too damn late.
“No, it’s not.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come home. I’m sorry I got drunk. Just please don’t kick me out. I thought my life was over, and then I met you and it came back. Don’t take it away from me again. Please. I love you,” he said, and I could see the desperation in his eyes, but I was a good actor, too, and I wasn’t falling for it.
“Goodbye, Bronx,” I said, and shut the door in his face.
Chapter 18
Bronx
The sun shone in the window, and I went to pull the blanket to cover my face when I realized I didn’t have one. The reason I couldn’t get comfortable was because I was in my car again. I had almost forgotten about last night’s events and, before I opened my eyes, I had prayed that it didn’t really happen. That it was all a stupid dream. But it wasn’t. I was back to living in my car. Back to being alone.
Kenzie totally overreacted. I won my fight, and I had a few drinks, okay six, to celebrate. There was nothing wrong with that. It’s what people did.
I had a pounding headache, and my eye was fucking throbbing. I checked the mirror and, just as I suspected, a nice bruise was forming. I slammed the visor shut, and noticed a ticket on my windshield. For fuck sakes. Seriously, when it rained, it poured. I grabbed the ticket, and tossed it into the car before heading back to Lou’s. I just needed to talk to Kenzie and reason with her. We could have this all straightened out in no time.
I pushed through the doors, taking in the scent of pancakes and bacon. It made my stomach growl, and I wished I were upstairs, sitting down with Joy, about to eat our breakfast. I didn’t see Kenzie, so she was probably still upstairs.
I went to the staircase, and was stopped by Lou. “Hey, Lou,” I said. “I’m just going up.” I went to step around him, but the man wouldn’t get out of my fucking way.
“Sorry, I can’t let that happen,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“She had four rules, and you broke the biggest. She doesn’t want to see you, Bronx.”
“But I just need to talk to her!” I went to go around him again, but the man was like a fucking wall that I couldn’t break through.
“I’m sorry. She told me she didn’t want to see you. I have to respect that, and you should too.”
“But…”
“Sorry,” Lou said, cutting me off. “Just give her space.” He patted my back, and turned me toward the door. Not wanting to disrespect Lou, I left.
I sat outside, waiting for her to come out, hoping that today would be a day that she took Joy to the beach. But, by the time night fell, any hope I had was squashed.
I went back to my car, and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and moved my car right in front of Lou’s. I had a few days off before I went back into training, and I would spend every waking second sitting outside this damn diner until I saw her.
By day three, she finally came out. I jumped out of the car as she hurried down the street with Joy. “Kenzie!” I yelled, but she kept going. Joy heard me, and turned around, breaking free of her mother. She ran toward me and, when she got to me, she wrapped her tiny body around my leg.
“Hey, short stack, I missed you.”
“I miss you, too. Momma said you were a bad boy.”
“I was, and I’m so sorry, but you’re mommy doesn’t want to hear it.”
“Did you say it nicely?”
“I’m trying,” I said, looking up and catching Kenzie’s eyes. She snapped her gaze away from mine, and grabbed Joy’s arm.
“Come on, baby, let’s go.”
“I don’t want to go! I want to stay with Bronx.” Joy’s grip on my leg tightened as Kenzie tried to pull her off.
“Kenz, please talk to me.”
She completely ignored me, acting like I wasn’t there, as she tried to unwrap her daughter from my leg.
“Please. I’m sorry. I miss you.”
She managed to unwrap Joy from my leg, but Joy cried out her disapproval, kicking and screaming, reaching back to me.
“Kenz!” I tried one last time, but it was pointless. It was as if she didn’t see me. She stormed off, Joy crying in her arms, and never once looking back.
Chapter 19
Kenzie
It was bad enough that Joy constantly asked me where Bronx was. Did he really have to park himself outside of Lou’s? It was obnoxious, that’s what it was. I couldn’t leave without seeing him. Ever since our last run in, I did everything in my power to avoid him. Luckily, he left every morning, probably to go to the gym, so I was able to leave and do what I had to do before he came back.
Still, I wish he’d just leave. Looking out and seeing his car, and, sometimes, seeing him broke my heart. I had to fight the desire to go to him every single second. But, I forced myself to stay brave. He broke a rule, and maybe it wasn’t a big deal to everyone else. Frieda thought I was being crazy, but she didn’t get it.
Pauly walked all over me. I let him do whatever he wanted, even if it bothered me, and when I wound up pregnant and alone, I swore to myself that I would never be with a man that didn’t respect my wishes. Bronx might not have meant to hurt me, but he did. He chose booze over me, and it hurt.
He was just one of the many who always chose something else. My sister chose Knox. My parents and brother chose death. Nobody ever chose me.
“Momma,” Joy said, and tugged on my shirt.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can we go see Bronx?” she said, pointing out the door to where he was leaning against his car.
“No, baby. We can’t.”
Chapter 20
Bronx
Two weeks had past, but I refused to leave. I stayed there every day. I didn’t care that I had a glove box full of tickets. I wasn’t moving my car until Kenzie talked to me. I still went to the gym every day, training my ass off.
Hendrix and I got into a good thing, and he pushed me in a way that I needed. I was feeling ready again. Ready for the ultimate fight. The fight that would put me on top again. But, like everything else in my life right now, it had me waiting.
Knox was shooting a movie, and the chances of him getting back in the cage any time soon was slim to none. Still, I trained because, when and if he decided to step into the cage with me, I was going to be ready for him.
Chapter 21
Kenzie
I sat at my computer, trying to keep myself busy, and not think about Bronx camping out outside. You’d think, after almost three weeks, that he would leave, but he was still there. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t wearing me down, because every day I felt my resolve slipping further and further away.
My email dinged and dinged again. It was like a flood of emails popping up before my eyes: a million notifications from all the social media sites. I clicked into one, and my eyes practically popped out of my head.
Knox “Knockout” McArthur agreed to fight Bronx “The Boss” Boston. I leapt from my desk, and threw my arms in the air. A scream came out of my mouth, and I jumped up and down.