by Lane Hart
“Fuck, yes,” Senn growls in approval before his mouth crashes frantically down on mine. Our kiss is hungry and desperate as we tongue fuck each other as good, if not better, than our lower bodies, moving in a perfect, effortless rhythm.
Senn’s enormous hand slips underneath my ass, lifting my hips to penetrate me deeper, grinding himself on my clit with each powerful thrust. My thighs squeeze the sides of his waist as my entire body starts to tense just before I’m catapulted higher into ecstasy than ever before. If my moans hadn’t been swallowed by Senn, the entire neighborhood would’ve woken up and needed a cigarette after hearing just how incredible this round was.
Senn’s hips slam home one last time before he surrenders to his own body rocking release.
“Wow,” I gasp when our mouths separate to suck in much needed oxygen. “That was intense.”
“Uh-huh,” he mutters before rolling off of me. Usually a cuddler after sex, I welcome the cool breeze on my overheated, sweat-soaked skin this time. “Good times, especially with no condoms. But tomorrow I’ll have to change my sheets,” he says.
“Like you don’t go through a few sets a week,” I reply.
“I don’t. You think I’m stupid enough to bring sluts here, so that they can randomly show back up whenever they want? Hell no.”
Well, that’s…surprising, but I guess it makes sense. Hard to be a player if stray pussies keep accumulating on your doorstep. The reminder of his history of hit it and quit it makes me wonder just how long he can go without fucking someone else. Sure, he says that’s fine now, but what about when I get sicker and no longer feel like giving it up several times a night?
Chapter Fourteen
Senn
For the next few weeks, I bust my ass at the gym. Most nights I’m too exhausted to haul myself from my truck inside my house; but on the nights Abby shows up, I somehow find enough energy to get my cock up so she can ride me. The first few times she protested being on top, but now that she’s realized she can come at least once, if not twice, in that particular position, she’s more inclined to hop on my cock. She hasn’t mentioned Luke and neither have I. Either she’s fucking him on the side or she’s not. One thing is for sure, my upcoming fight is too important to waste time seeing him fuck around with Abby and screw up my head.
Two days before my official weigh-in, I pack up my shit and head to the airport. Linc and Claire are of course making the trip, along with Jude, Sadie and a few Havoc coaches. Mace and Hailey are also flying up since she’s been released from the treatment facility and seems to be making progress with her body image issues. She definitely had a few screws loose if she thinks she’s anything but perfect, so it’s good to see her happy, even if it’s with her new husband and not me.
Although Abby told me she was gonna come, I didn’t really believe it until I get to the gate and see her sitting with the rest of the group. Her and Luke. And, see, I had been doing so well on the jealousy shit until I’m standing in front of them, his arm over the back of her seat, whispering in her ear. I want to hit him hard enough to knock the backward hat off his head and then fuck Abby in front of him. Clearly I have issues, but first things first, ignore the possessiveness until two nights from now when I hopefully win enough money to post my bail and hire an attorney if I accidentally kill that motherfucker just for looking at my girl. My girl? Where the fuck did that come from?
“You ready?” Linc asks when he steps in front of me.
“Yeah. Ready to get this over with,” I grumble. Most of the time I get hyped up for a fight, ready to ram my fist into an opponent’s face over and over again. But for this fight, I’ve been too distracted with thoughts of punching my best friend and other teammates in the face. Obviously I’m still pissed at Linc for not being more pro-Abby. It’s not that I don’t want her to have the baby, because I’ve gotten more attached to the unknown ET in her oven. But at the same time, I would do anything to keep Abby alive and healthy.
Heading in the opposite direction of her and the asswipe hanging all over her, I take the empty seat next to Mace.
“Number ten?” he asks, offering a fist bump that I hit.
“Fuck yeah.”
If I win this fight, I’ll go from thirteenth to tenth in the world light heavyweight IFC rankings. Mace just hit the twenty-fifth spot with his first official win. The way he’s been forcing submissions and swinging his fists like sledgehammers, I have a feeling he’ll be gaining on me fast, so I better make it to the top soon.
I lean around Mace. “How you doing, Hailey?” I ask her.
“Better, thanks. My husband barely lets me outta his sight, but I’m not complainin’,” she says with her southern drawl, flashing a smile at Mace. “So, how are thangs with the baby?”
Glancing over at Abby and Luke, I tell her the truth, “Complicated.”
“I’ve heard,” she replies. “And the two of us are tryin’ to stay out of it.”
“Good call,” I say. “I wish I could stay out of it.”
“Well, we’re here if you need anything,” she tells me.
“Thanks. I appreciate that,” I tell her. “I’m gonna go get a coffee. Either of you want anything?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Mace says at the same time Hailey says, “No thanks.” Then the two of them grin at each other like they’re sharing some inside joke about airport coffee.
“Suit yourselves,” I say before I heft my carry-on backpack over my shoulder and use a coffee run as a way to ignore the pregnant elephant and her, whatever he is, in the room.
I put in my order for some coffee with a name longer than my own and pull out my phone to surf the web while I wait.
“Hi.”
Glancing up, I find a blonde flight attendant beaming at me, all prim and proper looking in her navy blue skirt, white dress shirt with a red scarf tied around her neck. Very patriotic.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I reply.
“Good. Are you heading to Atlantic City?” she asks, nodding over to the closest gate.
“I am,” I confirm.
She stands on the toes of her heels to get closer to me. “Well, we’ll just have to…bump you up to first class, so I can make sure you’re taken care of during the flight.”
“Already there…” I pause to read her name badge. And, yeah, okay, I check out her nice, perky rack. “Becky.”
Her eyes widen in surprise since I’m in khaki cargo shorts and a threadbare, navy blue Big Johnson’s Tequila tee that reads, “Lick, Suck and Swallow. Never mind the salty taste.” Just a guess, but I’m probably not wearing the usual getup of most of her first class patrons.
“Even better,” she finally responds, sounding out of breath as she continues to eye fuck the shit out of me. Another guess here, but I’m betting Becky’s mile high club roster is a long one; and if I wanted, I’m pretty sure she would be glad to have me join the team. She’s definitely hot, and while any other time I would be tempted, I can’t even get a twitch from my cock.
“See ya on board,” I tell her when I walk away with my coffee in hand.
I take a sip as I head back to the rest of the group and nearly spit it out when I see the look on Abby’s face. She’s feisty normally, but at this moment with her chocolate eyes narrowed, lips pursed and arms crossed over her full tits that I want to bury my face in, she looks capable of breathing fire. Jealous Abby is hot, and I think she deserves a little taste of her own green-eyed monster medicine.
“You in first class?” I ask, assuming she is because of her family’s money.
“Yeah,” she says, barely moving her lips.
“Great, ‘cause Becky said she would take real good care of me, I mean, us,” I tell her with a smirk that only widens the redder her face gets.
“Uh-huh,” she mutters.
I don’t even have a chance to sit down before they call for us to start boarding.
“After you,” I say to Abby since she’s a woman and pregnant and all. Once she gets a decent head start, I
slap a hand against Luke’s chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to stop him from following her.
“When was the last time you fucked her?” I ask him quietly so no one else can hear.
“Ah, well, um…” he stammers as his eyes search the ceiling like it holds the answer.
“When?” I snap.
“Couple weeks?” he says with a shrug.
“How many?” I ask.
“Three or four? Damn, I dunno. It’s not like I write it down in my diary,” he says, twisting out of my grasp. “Not since you told her I had to have your permission.”
“Oral?”
“Or Al? Who’s Al?” he asks with a confused crease between his eyebrows. God, he’s an idiot.
“Any oral sex?”
When he actually fucking blushes, I remember exactly how young he is. The last of our team are now the only ones in line to board so we need to hurry up.
“She didn’t say I couldn’t eat her out,” Luke finally answers. Okay, fine. I’ll give him that one.
“Blowjobs?” I ask. As soon as his shoulders slump, I know the answer.
“No. You’re an evil bastard,” he grumbles, making me laugh before we head over to the waiting attendant and hand over our boarding passes.
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Abby
Pregnant or not, I want to slap the slut out of that little bitch.
The flirty flight attendant is trying her best to get in Senn’s shorts. And from three rows away, I have no choice but to sit back and watch. Watch and internally hurl insults at her while she thrusts her tits in his face. I may have had severe moments of jealousy when it comes to Claire now being married to Linc, but this takes it to a whole other level.
“Excuse me,” Luke speaks up from beside me and waves a hand at the whore.
“Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” the blonde bimbo walks up and asks, now looking at Luke like she wants to mount up and ride him too. That doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it does when she flirted with Senn. I’m sure that’s just because he’s the father of my child and all.
“Would it be possible for my friend here to take that empty seat up there next to her boyfriend?” Luke asks sweetly.
The slut’s eyes widen when she looks at me and then my belly before glancing over at the back of Senn’s head. So freaking funny. “Well, I, ah, don’t see why not,” she answers.
Leaning over the armrest, I give Luke a wet kiss right over his ear before I whisper to him, “You’re the best,” and make my way down the aisle. “Excuse me,” I say as I intentionally rub my ass against Senn’s legs on the way to the seat beside him, although there’s plenty of leg room, even for a giant. I don’t make it to my seat. Senn grabs me and gently pulls me down onto his lap. As soon as his lips brush against my neck, cold chill bumps race down my arms and legs, making me shiver.
“What are you doing up here?” he asks.
“Trading seats since this is your weekend and all. Someone should be available for your every beck and call,” I tell him. “Unless you would rather I stay away, so you can screw that fuck attendant.”
He laughs against my neck. “I don’t wanna screw the ‘fuck attendant,’” he says, rubbing a palm over my bump. “How’s our girl?”
“Good, I think,” I say. “She’s moving more.”
“And how are you? You get the results back on yesterday’s blood work yet?”
“Yeah, same,” I lie. There’s no reason to tell him the truth --- that my white blood cell count is rising quicker than the oncologist expected. He’ll only worry unnecessarily about it when he should be focused on his fight. Besides, I’ve made the decision not to go back to see the oncologist. Dr. Robertson is so pessimistic that seeing him only depresses me even more.
With the slight turn of my head, my and Senn’s mouths connect; and then it’s easy to forget everything else for a few minutes when we get caught up in our desire for each other. I run my fingers through his soft hair, and he presses my ass harder into his growing steel length, but the kiss is still sweet. It’s obviously not going to lead to sex right here on the plane, so it’s a “just because we can” kiss.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but you need to take your seat and buckle up for takeoff.” A woman’s voice interrupts our heavy make-out session.
Without standing up, Senn effortlessly lifts me over to my seat, so I can fasten my seatbelt. There’s probably only a slightly red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks. When his hand reaches for mine, intertwining our fingers, I’m almost as shocked as I was the morning I woke up with two men in my bed. Senn’s not exactly the show-affection-in public type of guy. In fact, I would’ve guessed it’s more likely for him to fuck me in public than simply hold my hand. But this softer side of him is nice. So I squeeze his hand to let him know. Exhausted, more than usual, I only intend to rest my head on his shoulder for a few minutes.
Chapter Fifteen
Senn
Abby sleeps the entire three-hour flight. I know that fatigue is part of being pregnant and all, but I can’t help but worry that this is something else. That she’s getting sicker. God knows her nose bleeds have been more frequent. Usually a few a night. The thought of her cancer getting worse is like an anvil to my chest. She’s got to hold on and make it to full term, fourteen more weeks. There’s no other option. Losing her…just imagining it makes me crazy. I haven’t been able to get much sleep having all these horrors swirling around my head. Never a cuddler, I can’t seem to let Abby go at night. If I fall asleep and wake up without her there next to me, I freak out thinking she’s gone and never coming back. I’ve never been this close with any other woman before, so the thought of losing her has sent me into a few full blown panic attacks. Deciding not to go down that road again, I start trying to rouse Abby.
“Wake up, mama bear. We’re here,” I tell her with a kiss to the top of her head and a shake to her arm.
“Mmm?” she mumbles.
“Time for us to get off the plane. Do you need me to carry you?” I ask, only half teasing.
Abby raises up and stretches her arms over her head, blinking her eyes more awake. “No, I don’t need to be carried,” she sasses. I stand up to grab my carry-on, and she gets to her feet. “I’m fine, just sleepy. More than fine.”
Her arms go around my neck, and then she’s rubbing herself up on me and kissing my neck. Like usual, she woke up ready to fuck.
“Let’s get checked in, and you can rest in the room while I go do all the promo appearances,” I tell her.
“I’m not sure if I can wait that long,” she answers, reaching for my waistband and trailing her fingers underneath it to try and drive me insane.
“I don’t want to wait either, but I don’t think we have any choice,” I tell her.
“We could go in the bathroom,” she says, nodding toward the back.
“Although fucking you where people shit sounds incredibly arousing, I’m gonna have to pass since, you know, those bathrooms are tiny as fuck and I’m not,” I explain.
“Please,” she begs, and actually grabs my cock through my jeans. “I want you so bad.”
This isn’t like Abby to be so persistent. Even the morning horndog Abby has her limits and pride that she carefully protects. Something else is going on with her.
“Come on,” I tell her, removing her hand from my cock. “We’ll be at the hotel in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, but then I’ll be sleepy again,” she says, sounding almost drunk. I tilt her chin up, so that I can see her face. Her eyes are drooping like she can’t hold them open, and she’s swaying on her feet. That’s it. I pick her up and cradle her in my arms.
“You got her bag?” I yell over to Luke, who’s watching us from a few rows back.
“Yeah. She okay?” he asks with a frown, looking worried.
“Sleepy,” I reply.
“Didn’t she sleep the whole way?” he asks, and I nod before carrying her off the plane. I only sit her down when we get to the chairs next to the lugga
ge claim. When I start back with our bags, I find Abby crying on Luke’s shoulder. He looks up at me and shrugs like he has no clue what’s going on with her.
“Abby?” I ask, squatting down in front of her. “Abby, what’s wrong?”
“Too tired,” is all she says, those few words muffled by her face being in Luke’s shirt.
“That’s why we’re going straight to the hotel. Are you up for the walk to the shuttle?” I ask.
Abby scoffs and finally pulls away from Luke to wipe briskly at her face. “Yes. I’m not an invalid,” she says before getting to her feet.
Luke and I glance at each other in disagreement; but when she starts for the exit, we have no choice but to follow. She gets halfway there before she stumbles. I drop the luggage and grab her around her waist before she hits the floor.
“You’re not okay. Do you need to go to the hospital?” I ask her once she’s cradled in my arms again.
“No,” she says, burying her face in my shirt. “You smell nice, like sandalwood. I’m gonna miss the way you smell.”
“What are you taking about, Abby?” I ask, swallowing past the knot in my throat, but she ignores me. Nodding to Luke, he grabs our luggage too; and we find the hotel van waiting outside with the rest of the team already on it.
I sit Abby in one of the empty rows and take the seat next to her. She starts to look more awake, only she stays quiet, her eyes watching Atlantic City pass by the window the entire fifteen minute ride. She even stands in the hotel check-in line without wobbling, her arms crossed over her chest sullenly. I rack my brain trying to figure out what the fuck happened or if I did something to piss her off.
On the plane she seemed fine, especially when she was on my lap and we were making out like teenagers. Then, she fell asleep and woke up horny and…sad? It doesn’t make sense. Being in the dark, not knowing what’s going on with her makes me irrationally angry. So does the fucker standing next to her.