by Megan West
Emma felt her heart skip a beat. She smiled back at him, trying her best to ignore the cuts and dried up blood covering up his handsome face. Despite all that, his smile shined as bright as ever when he looked at her. She let out a sigh of relief. No matter how much she hated seeing him step into that ring and fight, watching him win was the best feeling in the world.
It wasn’t because he was the winner of the fight that made her heart fluttered. It was because as soon as the other man hit the canvas, knocked out, it meant Nathan was safe– at least for the time being. Nathan blew her a quick kiss with a wink. He gave a little wave and then ducked out of the ring, heading off to the locker room for a shower.
Emma turned around and set to work on paying off the winning bets with Laura by her side helping her to finish up as quickly as possible, all the while making sure everything was accurate. She ignored the disgruntled curses from the men who were angry for having bet on The Tank. She even ignored those enthusiastically discussing the way “The Comeback Kid,” always managed such a surprising and spectacular ending.
She hated hearing them talk about it so easily, as if it were no big deal that the man she loved could come so close to being beaten to a pulp before finally delivering the wining blow. All these men cared about was being entertained and winning money, although they didn’t suffer for any lack of income.
She hated the slithery men who eyed her with obvious hunger and spoke to her as if she were some easy piece of meat. They were the same men who tried to sneak a smack on the ass to the cocktail waitresses or assumed it was their job to provide afterhours entertainment if they requested it.
A lot of them thought she was just another woman they could try to coax into quick sex before dumping her off like it was no big deal. She hated those men. She disliked most of them really, they didn’t really treat her with any actual respect. But she knew that wasn’t unique to her– it was just their general attitude toward all women and any people who fell below their social status, no matter what they had done to get there in the first place.
“Go ahead,” Laura whispered in her ear with a grin. Emma smiled and nodded, handing the rest of the cash and envelopes to Laura before heading off to see Nathan.
Chapter Two
Emma easily weaved through the thinning crowd of people and slipped unnoticed into the locker room. Just as she sat on one of the cold, wooden benches she heard footsteps. Looking up, she saw Nathan emerge from the shower area. There were a few drops of water still sliding down his tan skin here and there. He had nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist, his perfect abs and all his muscles were on full display.
Emma swallowed hard. He looked at her and grinned, holding his arms open to beckon her over for an embrace. She stared at him for a moment longer. Even though she knew this might end and she was afraid of leaving him, there was no denying he was irresistible to her each and every time. Despite the cuts and bruises on his face, he was as handsome as ever. His body turned her on and knowing he knew how to push all her right buttons got her even more worked up. She stood up and walked up to him, leaning her face against his chest and enjoying the way his big, muscular arms wrapped around her smaller body.
He smelled like the body wash she had given him. His skin was smooth despite being slightly damp. She felt the cotton of his towel rub against her stomach that was exposed from her short tank top.
“Another one under my belt,” he muttered into her hair before taking a long sniff.
Emma shut her eyes. She wanted to congratulate him on another win and knew it would mean a lot to him to hear those words fall off her lips, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she turned her head and pressed her lips against his chest. She looked up at him lovingly, but there was something else in her eyes—desire. She knew he saw it too. His grin change into a knowing smirk.
She kissed his chest again and then another before standing on the tips of her toes to press her pretty, bow-shaped lips against his. Without another word, he leaned into her and kissed her slowly. It wasn’t long before his heavy hand ran up her back and drew her body all the closer to his, her large breasts pressed up against his exposed, damp body. He placed his other hand on her waist. Emma opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, relishing in the moment when his tongue slipped into her mouth and she could taste him.
The metallic taste of blood still lingered despite him having brushed his teeth but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she was used to that taste by now. Almost every time he had a fight, that was the way the kiss tasted for a couple days afterward. It was almost like an acquired taste to her by that point. She melted in his arms, her own lying limply over his shoulders, as she continued to kiss him. He was warm and sturdy.
Nathan pulled her in by the waist and Emma could feel his hardening bulge against her. She moaned softly into his mouth, immediately moving one of her hands from his shoulder. She ran it slowly down his body, enjoying the way every crevice of his define muscles felt under her fingertips before her hand landed on the soft cotton towel. She tugged it open and let it fall to the floor before walking her fingers down his defined and sexy pelvic muscle until she could feel the warmth of his cock against the palm of her hand.
His kissing slowed, as if he were waiting on bated breath for her to take hold of him. It was the same every time and it was honestly one of her favorite parts of the whole experience. There was something tender about the way he just waited for that first contact. And, as if right on cue, she loved the way he broke the kiss to draw in a rattled breath the moment she closed her hand around his manhood.
He wasn’t fully hard yet, but that wasn’t a problem; she quite enjoyed stroking him until he was fully erect. She liked the way he throbbed against her palm, the blood pumping through him until he was stiff. He groaned quietly with eyes shut as she jerked his now rock hard cock up and down.
Emma looked at him with wanting eyes before leaning up again, on the tips of her toes, to capture his lips in a fiery kiss. Nathan reciprocated that energy, his lips mashing against hers with passion. She moaned ever so slightly against his mouth to spur him on before finally letting go of his cock and placing her hand on his firm ass cheek. She gave it a squeeze and giggled into his mouth. Nathan smiled against her kiss as he slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt. He pulled away just enough to tear it clear over her head and fling it across the room.
She heard it hit one of the lockers before falling on the floor. He turned her around and took off her bra before pressing his lips against nape of her neck. Both his hands ran up her smooth, flat stomach before cupping her large, exposed breasts. She leaned her head back against his shoulder when his lips landed against the side of her neck and he started sucking gently, his hands busy massaging her breasts slowly. He always loved to play with her this way and it never failed to drive her wild.
Emma’s eyes clenched shut as she enjoyed the feeling of his hot, wet mouth on her neck and his fingers running over her hard nipples, sometimes teasingly giving a little pinch. She started grinding her ass against his bare cock, chest heaving with every deep breath she took. She let out a little moan when she felt one of his hands wander from her breasts down her stomach and start to unbutton her tight denim shorts.
He unzipped them and in an instant she felt the tips of his thick fingers running down until he slipped his hand under the waistband of her thong. She drew in a loud breath before whimpering when his index finger started running up and down her slit, now already soaking wet. She had started getting turned on the moment she saw him step out of the shower, and now with the kissing and bit of foreplay she was more than good to go.
Emma shuddered against him and bit back a loud moan when he pushed his finger inside her, hooking it upward slightly. He started easing it in and out of her before adding a second finger and speeding up his pace. He knew just how much to hook his fingers to tease that sweet spot inside her. He did it just enough to rile her up, but not enough to bring her to orgasm right
away– he loved building her up just enough so that she would explode when the time was right.
He started to walk back slowly and she stumbled about, leaning back against him for balance. She felt him start to sink his knees and she knew he was sitting down on one of the benches. He stopped her from sitting in order to take off her shorts and thong.
She felt his lips kiss along the top of one of her ass cheeks before he guided her down onto his lap. She opened her legs so she was straddling him backward and he took charge from there. Grabbing hold of her waist, he moved her down slowly until she felt the tip of his hard cock rub against her soaking wet slit. Emma reached down on instinct and wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a quick little rub before lowering herself down. He eased inside her at once, forcing a breathy moan to escape her lips.
Immediately, he placed one of his hands over her mouth to stifle the sound. She started moving her body, easing herself up and down his long shaft. Although the first few thrusts were slow and built up the sexual excitement they both felt, it wasn’t long before she started bouncing away faster. She was hungry for his cock and she wanted the intense feeling of orgasm to run through her entire body as soon as possible.
Nathan moved his other hand from the curve of her small waist up to play with her breasts, which were bouncing about with the rocking of her body. She moaned more into his hand and started riding his cock even faster. It only took a couple minutes for her to feel the orgasm hit. Her muscles squeezed around his cock, contracting like crazy, as her whole body shook and trembled. Tiny tingles fluttered up the back of her neck as she drew a sharp breath in.
When she finished and her body went slightly limp for a few moments, Nathan took advantage to guide her into a new position. He helped her stand up and get off his lap, turning her around so she bent over and rested her hands on the wooden bench. The spot he had just been sitting on was warm, but she had no time to think about it. She curled her fingers around the edge of the bench and held on tight just in time for him to ram his cock into her from behind.
He let out a loud grunt that echoed off the cement walls as he grabbed onto her hips and started fucking her, alternating between fast and slow. She felt his body against her back as he leaned over to play with her breasts. She clawed at the wooden bench as he gave one of her breasts a playful slap. The cool air of the locker room kissed her naked back as he stood back up and started pounding into her, his groans coming faster and faster.
“Fuck,” he grunted just before smacking her ass. Emma moaned out, but was careful not to be too loud. She didn’t want lurkers to overhear the two of them, much less come in to have a quick peek at the action.
Nathan slowed down his thrusts for a bit and she could feel his body shifting positions before he entered her again, this time at the perfect angle to hit her sweet spot. She shut her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together because, soon enough, her moans would be uncontrollable. He thrust against her with long, slow strokes to space out when he hit that sweet spot.
Once he picked up the pace, Emma felt once of his hands move from her waist, down her stomach, until his thumb pressed against her swollen clit. She could have screamed right there from the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body. It was almost too much to handle, but he started pounding into her again and her body tensed up with her second orgasm, which was more intense than the first.
Nathan had to hold up her trembling body so she didn’t collapse and he managed to do so while still pounding into her until he finally let out a shaky grunt. His thrusting stilled as he pushed deep inside her. She could feel his manhood pump and twitch inside her, sending more tremors down her legs. He turned her around and gave her a quick peck on the lips before lying her down on the bench. He took the towel that had been around his waist and wiped her clean as she tried to catch her breath.
Emma was just about to zip up and button her denim shorts when the locker room door swung open. Her heart sank in near panic.
It was Nick and a few of his men.
Chapter Three
She quickly did up her shorts and shot a glance over at Nathan, who still had his button-down shirt completely open. It was obvious what the two of them had just done. Nick glared at her, then Nathan, then back to her. Although it had been a long time since her relationship with Nick had ended, he still didn’t like to see her with other men.
She suspected it had something to do with pride and disgusting, male chauvinistic reasons rather than him still being hung up on her. She hoped Nathan wouldn’t catch on to the way Nick was looking at them or the fact most of his anger was focused on her.
Nick cleared his throat and announced, “Well, we came in here to congratulate the winner.” He talked as if he were declaring some sort of major honor being bestowed on Nathan. “You’ve had a lot of great wins, but this one was spectacular.”
He looked at Nathan with a smirk. Emma could tell he was purposely ignoring her. She stood in the same spot with her arms crossed and she tried her best to look as disinterested as possible. The last thing she wanted was for Nick to think he actually got to her in any way.
Nathan nodded, but then his grin broke out. Something about Nick walking in personally and using the word “spectacular” to describe his victory held a lot of weight. It either meant that he now really had his eye on Nathan or there was someone in the crowd that night of importance that had noticed him. Nick snapped his fingers and pointed at the exit for his men to walk out before him.
“Have a good night,” he said as he turned on his heel. Emma felt relief wash over her now that he was finally leaving but then he stopped and looked over his shoulder, directly at her.
“I’d say go celebrate but it seems you already have.” He sneered. “You had a good time celebrating that victory with what used to be mine,” he muttered. “Now she’s just whoring around. Seems she’s ready to fuck pretty much anywhere now,” he said with venom on his tongue before finally striding out.
Emma turned to see Nathan staring at the door in a mixture of anger and shock. “Nathan,” she said weakly.
He spun around on her immediately. “What the fuck was he talking about?” His voice was demanding and sharp.
Emma shrunk down, taking a step back away from him. It was a sort of involuntary reaction even though she knew deep down that Nathan would never do anything to hurt her. He would never lay a hand on her. He pointed at the door and demanded, “The fuck is he doing calling you a whore?”
She felt her face grow hot and her heart beat faster.
“He’s bitter,” she admitted.
He glared at her and then raised an eyebrow. She knew it was his way of wordlessly demanding some sort of explanation. She could tell he was livid. Nick had just spoken about her that way, but it wasn’t prudent to seek out a fight with him. He wasn’t only the person responsible for Nathan’s career and livelihood; he was a dangerous man whose bad side should definitely be avoided. Being on Nick’s shit list could be, quite literally, fatal. Emma knew Nathan was angry about being so confused. He was completely in the dark about her past with Nick, at least he had been up until that point.
“Nathan,” she started with a shaky voice. She cleared her throat and continued, “I used to be with Nick.”
“What?” His face was scrunched with shock and anger. She wasn’t entirely sure of everything he was feeling. She didn’t even want to think about whatever was passing through his mind.
“It wasn’t anything serious,” she explained. She felt like she was desperately reaching for explanations and trying to hold onto anything to stop the situation from escalating. But it was already too late; Nathan’s face told her everything she needed to know. He was angry and he was hurt. And everything he had held back from telling Nick when he called Emma a whore would, no doubt, feed into this discussion as well. It was going to be rough, but there was nothing she could do to brace herself for it.
“I was just his arm candy! It really didn’t mean anything and
it was–”
Nathan held up his hand and shook his head. “You think that fucking matters? Come on, Emma! Wake up! Get it together! That fucker owns this place and you know what that means? He practically owns me. How the fuck could you not tell me something like this?”
“What difference would it have made?” she cried out. The hot tears were already threating to spill out from the corners of her eyes, but she wanted to hold them back as long as possible and stay strong.
“Shit!” he slammed his open hand against one of the locker doors and it sprung open. Emma took another step back away from him.
“I can’t fucking believe this. here I am wanting to be the best fighter down here and little do I know,” he motioned toward her dismissively with his hand, “that you used to date the big boss. There goes everything I’ve fucking worked for.”
“What? What?” she cried out, this time the tears sliding down her cheeks. His words hurt. All she had ever done was be supportive of his dreams even if she hated watching him in action. “I just want to get out of here and I want you by my side but, look, here I am every time you step into the ring. Why? Because I love you.”