by Alexa Davis
“He’s not going to mind.”
The place was almost completely emptied out before the fighters started to emerge. When I saw Kevin come out, I excused myself and went over to talk to him. It wasn’t like Michaela and Ethan would miss me. They seemed to have already hit it off.
“Hey, Kevin!” The poor kid was looking around at a few of the other fighters that had already come out. They were all three surrounded by scantily clad women clamoring for their autographs. No one but me seemed to notice Kevin come out. The loneliness I could see in his eyes was almost palpable in the air. Maybe it was a sibling thing. For his sake, I hoped not.
“Hey, Karli.”
“Great fight.”
He smiled. “You’re such a liar, but thank you.”
“I’m not lying. It was your first real fight, right?”
“Well, when I was fighting underground, I beat bigger guys than that one.”
“Ask my dad.” As soon as I said “my” dad, I hesitated. He shook his head.
“You don’t have to do that, Karli. He’s your dad, no matter what.”
“Anyways, I was going to say that size is only part of the reason a fighter wins a fight. I’m sure he’s gone over that with you and I’m sure you know it. You were distracted tonight. It happens. It won’t happen next time.”
“Thank you, Karli. Can I give you a hug?”
“Of course.” We hugged and while he was squeezing the life out of me, he said,
“Blood or not, I already feel like you’re my sister.”
“Good, I always wanted a dorky, little brother that I could beat up.” He laughed. I was happy to see him smile. I was even happier when a cute, petite girl approached him. She had blue hair and a nose ring and was wearing a tank-top with a flowy skirt. She looked like a pixie.
“Hi,” she said, shyly.
“Hello,” I said. When Kevin didn’t say anything, I elbowed him in the ribs. He cleared his throat and said,
“Hey.”
“My name is Elaine,” she said softly. “I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were amazing, Kevin.” I was glad I was wearing my sunglasses because he lit up like the sun. I smiled at Elaine and then at him and smacked him on the arm.
“See you at home later, bro.”
He laughed. “Yeah, see ya.”
By the time I got back over to where Michaela and Ethan were still flirting hot and heavy, Nick was coming out the door. Suddenly, there was a flurry of female activity and the big bodyguards flanked him and held them back slightly to keep them from jumping on him. I saw him smile and my heart sped up, and then his eyes met mine and it began to beat so hard in my chest that I thought it might explode.
He said something to one of the guards, but I couldn’t hear what it was. The guard stepped in front of him and made a path through the adoring fans for Nick to walk through. He was blowing off close to fifty women for me because he thought it was what I wanted. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how unfair I’d been to him.
“Hi, Karli. Did you see the fight?”
“I did. You did great.”
“Thanks.”
“It was hard to watch,” I admitted as I looked at the bandage on the side of his face. “How is the cut?”
“Sore, but I’ve had worse. I just hope it doesn’t take away from my astonishing good looks.”
I laughed. “Yeah, me, too. Hey, Ethan asked Michaela and I to join you guys for dinner tonight. Do you mind?”
“Absolutely not,” he said. “I’d like that.”
“Can I ask you a favor first?”
He grinned, almost seductively. I tried not to shiver. “Absolutely,” he said.
I smiled back and shook my head at him. “Not the kind of favor you’re thinking of.” He stuck out his bottom lip and I laughed. “Will you sign at least a few autographs before we go? Those poor girls look crushed.”
He looked over at the group of women still staring at him and glaring at me and then he looked back at me, confused. “Are you encouraging me to sign autographs because it doesn’t matter now that you decided not to be with me?”
I shook my head slowly and said, “No. I’m asking you to do it because I decided that I did. If I’m going to give this a shot…if you still want to…I’ll need to start by trusting you.”
“You won’t be sorry,” he said with a gorgeous smile. He turned back toward the women and then looked over his shoulder and said, “Oh and I still want to – badly.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
NICK
I was not sure what happened to change Karli’s mind, but I was thrilled enough that it didn’t matter. It was hard for me to concentrate on signing autographs and focus on the questions the women were asking me. All I could think about was Karli.
She was going to give me a chance. She was going to actually date me, and for the first time in my life, instead of feeling suffocated by the idea of a girlfriend, I felt ecstatic. I signed about twenty autographs and finally begged off, telling the rest of them to leave their names and addresses with the security staff and I would make sure they all got some kind of autographed souvenir, and then I went over to where my brother, Michaela, and my girlfriend were waiting. I smiled at the thought of it: Nick Storelli with a girlfriend. Imagine that.
“Geez, are you finally ready?” Ethan asked. “I’m so hungry I’m about to chew off my arm over here.”
I casually draped my arm around Karli’s shoulders. She didn’t move away. Instead, she stepped in closer to my side. Michaela looked shocked. Ethan looked amused. “I’m ready. But you know, bro,” I told him as we walked toward the car he had waiting, “it wouldn’t hurt you to miss a meal or two.”
“Fucker,” he said with a laugh. “I bet you outweigh me by fifty pounds.”
I reluctantly took my arm off of Karli’s shoulders and pulled open the car door. Ethan waited for Michaela to get in and started in behind her as I said, “Fifty pounds of solid muscle.”
Ethan just laughed and shook his head. I took Karli’s hand but instead of helping her in, I pulled her into my chest and kissed her. It was a quick kiss, but it was hot and passionate. She was shaking when I let her go. She visibly pulled it together as well as she could and slid into the car. I went in after.
“Is this a bad time to ask…what the hell?” Michaela said.
We both laughed. “She’s going to give me a chance; let’s not speculate on the why. We don’t want her reconsidering.”
Karli smiled and said, “I just realized that I was letting the past dictate my future and it was a bad idea.” I was overwhelmed with feelings that I’d never had before and all I could think was, “Please, God, don’t let me screw this up.”
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Dinner was fun, but I wanted to be alone with Karli so fucking bad that it seemed to drag on and on. Michaela and my brother did most of the talking. I hadn’t seen Ethan so animated in a long time and surprisingly, to an outsider looking in, they seemed to have a lot in common.
I say surprisingly because Michaela was a far cry from the women my brother normally dated. He usually went for the quiet, brainy types…women like Karli. I loved him more than ever for not going for it with her. I looked at her now as the limousine pulled up in front of the parking garage at the event center and had another epiphany. As much as I wanted her, I craved her, if we didn’t end up having sex tonight, I would be perfectly okay with that. Well, maybe not perfectly.
I stepped out of the car and helped her out. Ethan and Michaela stepped out after us. They said goodnight and Ethan walked her to her car. I walked Karli to hers and when we got there, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to kiss me. I dipped my head down and this time, we shared a long, sizzling hot kiss that would sustain me for months, or maybe even years if it had to.
“I’d invite you home with me,” she said, “but Dad probably wouldn’t let you sleep in my room.”
I laughed. “My Dad is way over in Henderso
n, if you want to come back to my place with me.”
“My car or yours?” she asked with a smile.
“Yours is closer.”
I think she drove to my place faster than I ever have. I kissed her in my driveway and again at my front door. I unlocked the door and we fell in kissing before I picked her up and carried her down the hall to my bedroom.
This was going to be the first time that any woman had ever been in there, other than my cleaning lady. I sat her down on her feet and she looked around at the posters of fighters I had hanging on the walls, and the one of me in my first, televised fight above the bed. My right eye was cut and swollen nearly shut and I had an ugly, red welt in the center of my chest from a well-placed kick. My mouth guard was still in place and because of that, I had a big green smile on my face. It was my first, “official” win and it didn’t matter how beat up I was, I was on cloud nine for a week afterwards. I didn’t think I’d been that happy since…until tonight.
I sat her down on the bed and stood looking down at her. I was actually shaking. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone so fucking bad and I was afraid that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. One of these days…soon…I wanted to spend all night making sweet, gentle love to her, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to fuck her, but I didn’t want to scare her away. In the interest of gaining her trust, I said,
“So, would you be disappointed if this wasn’t slow and gentle?”
A slow, sexy smile spread across her gorgeous face and she said, “I might be disappointed if it was.”
I reached down to pull off the shirt she was wearing and tossed it over against the wall. I licked my lips at the thought of getting my mouth on those hard, sweet nipples. I took off her pants next. Her panties matched her little, white-lace bra. My mouth was watering.
I pulled her up so that she was sitting eye level with my hard cock trying to break free of the prison it was currently trapped in. I reached around and unhooked her bra. She let it slide down off her arms. So fucking hot. I pushed her back and ripped off her panties and tossed what was left of them aside. I hoped they didn’t have any sentimental value. She was lying on my bed now, completely naked.
I’d imagined this probably a hundred different times since I met her. It was almost surreal. My cock was throbbing and straining so hard that it hurt. I stood up straight and pulled off my t-shirt and then my jeans. I watched her pretty eyes widen as she looked at my thick cock when I slid down my boxers.
I climbed up on top of her, and she reached up and put her hands on my biceps to squeeze them as I kissed her with a ferociousness that might have scared away a lesser woman. I finally had to breathe, so I slid my lips down the side of her face to her neck. I roughly sucked and bit my way across the sensitive skin, and she made sexy noises. In response, I felt a primal growl rising up in my chest.
I kept nipping and licking my way down, between her breasts, and then first one nipple and then the other, and then I grabbed a handful of that firm flesh and squeezed. She cried out, but arched her back up to encourage me. I had to assume that she was enjoying her walk along the fine line between pain and pleasure. I sucked and licked and bit and squeezed and pinched until she seemed almost delirious. She was making incoherent noises, and it was sexy as fuck.
I licked my way across her muscular stomach with big, wet swipes of my tongue. When I reached the top of her mound, she lifted up her hips, silently begging me to taste her. Little did she know nothing was going to stop me from doing just that.
I pushed her thighs open and buried my face between them. I felt her shudder and shake as my tongue touched her slit. I loved knowing I was making her feel good. I gripped onto her hips and dug my fingers into her tight ass and held her there while I ate her pussy like a starving man. I shoved my tongue into her as deeply as it would go, over and over again. I sucked on her clit and bit down on it.
She was moaning, whimpering, and crying out my name. Her hands were in my hair, pulling at it and almost ripping it out by the roots. She alternated between pushing my face harder into that sweet pussy and trying to wriggle away. I wasn’t about to let her go.
With every shake, shudder, and whimper, my cock got harder and my need for her got stronger. I pressed my tongue into her clit hard and moved my face back and forth as I slid a finger up inside of her. Her silky, wet muscles gripped onto me as I fingered her while I sucked until she let out an almost blood-curdling scream and I felt the warm rush of her orgasm all over my fingers. I pulled them out and replaced them with my tongue, not letting a drop of her pleasure go to waste.
When my face was completely soaked with her juices, I moved back up to her pretty face and leaned down for a kiss. She surprised me by licking my lips instead, and then my face around it before sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. When she finished cleaning me off, I covered her tongue with my lips and sucked it into my mouth.
She seemed to be getting more turned on as she tasted herself on me, and I liked it. I pulled out of the kiss and smiled at her. She looked at me through hooded eyes, sexy, bedroom eyes, and smiled back while she tried to catch her breath.
I stood up and she opened her eyes a little wider. “Turn over, Karli.” She didn’t question the request. She flipped over onto her stomach, and I reached down and put my lips against one of her firm, round cheeks. I kissed it and then moved over and did the same to the other, and then I smacked her ass firmly before using my hand again to pleasure her pussy.
She pushed that sexy ass up off the bed and held it there as I worked my fingers in and out of her. She was groaning and saying my name over and over. I waited until she was begging for my cock, and then I pulled my hand back and went around to stand in front of her full, sexy lips and I gave it to her.
CHAPTER TWENTY
KARLI
He was trying to kill me.
I was not sure I was strong enough to handle any more than he’d already given me and as the head of that thick, beautiful cock pressed into my lips and I imagined it pressing up inside of me, I was afraid my head was going to explode. He smiled and winked, and then gripped onto my hair and pushed himself in between my parted lips. I sucked in the head and rolled it against my tongue.
He used his hold on my hair to guide me as he began moving his hips in and out, feeding his cock to me an inch at a time. My lips were stretched as wide as they would go by the time I felt him throbbing against the back of my throat. I sucked harder and moved my tongue faster and he groaned and cursed and whispered my name. At one point, I thought he might pull my hair out by the roots, but I didn’t care…he was so fucking sexy.
He didn’t let me suck on him for long before he pulled out with a loud groan, reached down, flipped me over onto my back, and climbed up on me. He used his knee to push my thighs open wider, and I teetered on the edge of letting him enter me. I almost ached to feel him skin to skin, and that’s where I thought he was going.
I realized how dangerous it was to be thinking that way just about the time he pressed his heavy body into mine and reached over to the nightstand. He dug through it, cursed, and then reached for his pants. I watched him pull out his wallet, dig out a condom, and open it. He lifted up one of my hands and pressed the package into it. He didn’t have to tell me what he wanted me to do. I used my mouth to open the foil wrapper and took out the Magnum condom. It was blue, almost the color of his eyes. I almost laughed at the thought, but since I was sheathing his cock, I realized it might not be a good idea.
Once he was covered, he didn’t waste any time shoving it into my dripping-wet pussy. I cried out when he hit bottom. He pulled back and shoved it in again. It took several seconds for my muscles to stretch and adjust to his size, but once they did, a fireworks display began to take place in my head.
My body was experiencing pleasure unlike any that I had ever known, and judging from the sounds he was making, his was feeling damned good, too. Nick was an expert lover, and by the time he grunted, shuddered, shook, and filled the cond
om with his massive orgasm, I’d had two more. Jesus, I had never known it could be this good.
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It took me a long time to calm down after Nick and I made love. I lay in his arms, shaking while he kissed me softly, held me, and even rocked me against his chest.
He was an enigma. On the one hand, he was dominant and so fucking hot, and on the other, he could be the sweetest, gentlest man on earth. His big, tattooed arms made me feel safe and secure, and the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled me to sleep.
I was not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, I could feel his big body looming over me. He was up on his elbow looking down at me, watching me sleep. “Hey, aren’t you tired? You had one hell of a day.”
He smiled. “I’m exhausted, but I’d rather watch you sleep than sleep myself.”
“Thanks; that’s sweet.” He reached down and pressed his fingers to my lips.
“Don’t ever say that in front of anyone else. I have a reputation to keep here.”
I laughed. “My lips are sealed,” I said against his fingers. I rolled back into him and snuggled in tight. He put his arm over me and rested his big hand on the small of my back. “How did you get so big?”
I felt his body shake as he chuckled. “Deep thoughts at two a.m.?”
I shrugged. “I guess. Ethan’s average sized and your dad is average sized. You are huge.”
“Well, thank you,” he said in an exaggeratedly proud voice.
I laughed again. “You’re welcome, but I was talking about all of you. I mean, your dad and brother are under six feet tall and you’re like six…ten?”
“I like that, spread that around, will you? I’ll win the title because they’ll be so scared they won’t show up.”
“You know what I mean,” I giggled. “Was your mom a tall lady?”
He went silent and I was afraid that I shouldn’t have brought her up. At last he said, “No. I mean, I don’t remember much about her, but in pictures she is about a head shorter than my dad, and she was usually wearing heels.”