The Blind Date

by Alice Ward

  I disliked seeing her in pain even more than I disliked seeing someone punch at her.

  The doctor asked her a question, and she shook her head fiercely then groaned at the sensation.

  “Take it easy the next few days. You have to rest to heal.”

  “Okey dokey artichokey.” She giggled, a sound I’d never heard her make. When her eyes locked with mine, then traveled down my body, I could see she was thinking of jumping my bones for celebration. I snorted. She’d only had her brain jiggled a little. Besides, once the adrenaline was totally gone, all she’d be able to think about was an ice pack.

  With every passing moment, my worry eased as she returned to her normal self, only glowing. She was happy at what she had accomplished, thrilled even, that much was obvious. Triumph looked very good on her, even if that victory had come in the form of a loss.

  When she was all patched up, still grinning despite her purpling lips, she carefully stood and put her hands on her hips. “Thank you. Andre, I’ll see you tomorrow for our next session?”

  He pointed a long finger at her, his face stern even though his eyes were shining with pride. “Girl, you’ve earned yourself the weekend off. Go recover, and if I find out you’re exercising, I’ll hang you up by your ears.”

  “Yes, sir. I think I can roll with taking it easy.” She looked to me with those shimmering eyes, and the grin she gave me made me feel like I could do anything. “I’ve gotta grab my bag from the dressing room. Want to come with me to make sure I don’t fall over?”

  “Of course. I’ll even carry your bag for you.”

  “How gentlemanly.” She gave Andre a quick hug.

  A flash of jealousy ripped through me. That was ridiculous because he was her coach and married with a child on the way. And even if he wasn’t, she was free to be with whoever she wanted to. Besides, I’d had her, though as time went by, it seemed like that one time just made me want her more.

  She didn’t give me time to dwell on that, already moving out to the dressing room far too quickly for someone who had just been unconscious for more than ten seconds.

  I followed, amazed at this courageous, tough, yet softhearted woman, and escorted her to the car after she picked up her things.

  If her pre-career was this promising, I couldn’t help but wonder what her professional life would bring.

  And I also couldn’t help wondering if it would bring more encounters between us too.

  I looked over at Cherry for probably the fiftieth time on our return trip. She’d been practically bouncing in her seat, asking me question after question about the fight.

  I had never seen her so happy, so full of satisfaction. While I wouldn’t say she was a melancholy person, there was a certain sort of hunger in her everyday drive that always made her seem… restless.

  “Oh man, I just can’t explain it,” she exclaimed as I pulled into the gym lot, making a pit stop to pick up some papers I’d left behind that I needed at work in the morning. “I’ve been in tons of fights before but nothing like that! Even my big throw down against Andrew wasn’t like that.” She fidgeted in her seat, as if she wanted to get out and dance. Adorable. “It was just so amazing. I can’t wait for my next fight!”

  “It’s going to be a bit,” I answered, smiling at her enthusiasm. “You have recovery time and still another few months of training.”

  She punched my arm in a fake jab. “Boo. Don’t bring your logic into my high.”

  I parked in my usual spot in the lot. But instead of pulling the keys out and heading inside, I sat there a moment, not wanting my time with the loosened up Cherry to come to an end for even a moment.

  “I don’t like the punch-drunk feeling though, feeling so disconnected from my brain. It’s confusing, and like I’m not in total control.”

  I saw an opening, and by god, I took it. Turning to her slightly, I raised my eyebrow and fixed her with an ascertaining stare. “And is that something you value?”

  “Yeah, of course. Who wouldn’t want to be in control?”

  “I don’t know. As I recall, you like someone else taking the reins just as much.” It was the first time I had mentioned our little tryst since it happened, and I knew it was a gamble.

  But instead of shrinking back or acting offended, Cherry’s face flushed, and she licked her swollen lips.

  Was it strange to think she was beautiful even so battered? Even her wounds couldn’t detract from the gorgeous woman that she was. I didn’t think I had ever met anyone like her, and I had met many women, from one side of the globe to the other.

  “That was an exception.”

  “Was it? I wouldn’t know, given the breath of evidence I was given.”

  Her cheeks puffed out comically, and then she was removing her seatbelt and clambering over the console.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to withhold a laugh.

  I had never seen Cherry so loosened up before. Was this what she was normally like when she wasn’t on the job, around me? I found myself resenting the idea that I was missing out on such a fun part of her. Or was it the punches?

  “Taking control,” she answered, planting herself in my lap so she was facing me. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, then pulled back immediately, wincing. “Oh right, no kissing. Let’s start over.”

  She was hot, her muscled thighs resting on my own. She’d changed into clean clothes before leaving the match and the tank she now wore revealed the tops of her breasts, tempting me. As much as I wanted to wrap my arms around her and show her what control really was, she’d just received a head injury, and I liked my partner to be both completely aware and consenting.

  “As much as I appreciate the view here, maybe I should go in, get what I came for then take you home.”

  “Don’t you get it?” I was surprised by the urgency of her response and sat still for a moment. “I just went five rounds with a professional and walked out of that place of my own volition. I’ve got to do something with all of this energy that’s churning in me.”

  My cock swelled when I realized what she wanted was to fuck me right here in my seat. But she was injured, and not thinking straight. And I’d never take advantage of a woman not in complete control of her facilities.

  When I hesitated too long, she sat back with a sigh, deflating. “I mean, if you don’t want to, I get it. I know I didn’t react… very well to last time. You’ve just got to understand that it’s complicated.”

  Sometimes I wished I wasn’t so damn logical. “Complicated how?”

  “Well, we’re working together. And without your backing I’d be back in an abandoned garage to fight. You’re from this important family. We don’t even know each other, our worlds are completely different.”

  I could understand her line of thought. “I would never remove your backing based on anything that happened or didn’t happen between us. Considering that my father is still upset at me for opening my own company after six years, and my sister is lost to the streets, I’d say your family situation is probably much better than mine.”

  Her fingers toyed with the buttons on my polo shirt, then dipped inside to run along my skin.

  “I don’t think I’m better than you, Cherry.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sure, I’ve never had to experience some of the things you have or know what it’s like day to day for you, but that doesn’t mean I’m judging you. I can’t deny that you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Tonight, you took my breath up there.” I reached up and gently stroked the side of her face.

  My cock was screaming for me to move against her. To take her up on her offer and bury it inside of her warm, velvety softness.

  But I needed to be more concerned with making sure that she was all right, and that she wasn’t going to do anything she would regret. I wanted what was best for her, even if it left me taking cold showers for a week.

  God, when had I gotten so sappy? Life was so much more convenient when it was business first, then my base
r wants satisfied with a woman who knew from the start there wouldn’t be anything beyond sex. Who knew a simple woman with a badass right hook could change that?

  “I… I don’t know what to say,” she murmured. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

  “That’s alright,” I answered with a shrug. “I just think it’s important that you know.” I pulled my hand away from her face and reached for the door handle, but she caught my wrist and moved my hand to her breast.

  “I want you,” she rasped, voice full of tension.

  “Are you sure?” It took all my control to ask, my hand rigid over her warm mound, my cock straining against my pants.

  “Absolutely.”

  The last of my reserves broke, and I pressed her down into my lap, grinding against her heat as my lips found her neck, her shoulders, the cleavage peeking so attractively from the top of her shirt.

  Perched over me, she responded enthusiastically, running her hands over my chest, under my shirt, tugging at my waistband. God, I loved it. Every sigh and mewl coming out of her mouth was like a symphony written just for me, and it bolstered my ego like nothing else.

  Her hands were all over me, scratching at my shoulders and back. Mine traveled a much calmer path, kneading at the firm cheeks of her backside and the muscles of her lower back.

  I was almost always the dominant one in bed, so I didn’t mind sitting back and letting her try her hand at taking over. For now. She was an absolute spitfire, and I wanted to play with the blaze a little.

  She practically ripped my shirt over my head, tossing it into the passenger’s seat. She ground against me, and I could feel the warmth of her core even through the fabric of my pants and her athletic shorts. I hissed against the sensation, and she moaned, her enjoyment of the moment evident.

  I gripped the bottom of her top and hauled it over her head, revealing her breasts. I didn’t waste a single second taking one of the dusky peaks into my mouth, letting my tongue tease the sensitive point.

  She leaned back, moaning, and I took the opportunity to slide my hand down between us, into her shorts. I groaned into the soft skin of her breast as my hand met warm and wet, my fingers slipping into her tightness.

  Cherry tilted her head back, letting a moan out that made my entire body erupt with primal energy. All of my car’s windows were completely fogged over, but I didn’t care. Nothing could distract me from the perfect woman on top of me.

  I curled my fingers within her, watching hungrily as she rode my hand. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes drowsy with desire. The only thing that mattered was hearing her call my name as she came undone. The muscles around my fingers fluttered, then clamped down on me as cries tumbled from her mouth. I didn’t remove my hand until she was slumped over, breathing heavily.

  I sat there a moment, rubbing my hands across her back, giving her a chance to recover. And to change her mind. I wasn’t going to rush her, but my body was so in tune with hers that I felt the instant she was ready for more.

  Her hand went to my belt. She struggled with it and I joined my hands with hers and we ripped the thing off. Then her fingers found my zipper.

  I put my seat back a little, just enough to give her better access, and within seconds she thrust her hand into my pants and gripped me. My body reacted instantly, muscles tensing and my length jumping to even greater attention.

  I fumbled for the latch on the console, popped it open and dug for a condom. She snatched it out of my hand and pressed the button to lower the back of my seat a little more, then opened it and rolled it over my throbbing erection. She pulled one of the legs of her silky shorts to the side and slid right down on me.

  I nearly snarled at the sensation as she enveloped me, my hands gripping her hips to contain myself. It took every bit of willpower not to thrust up into her like a wild animal, instead, waiting as she set the pace.

  She moved with quick rocking motions, tense, her body wound tight from the adrenaline and physical exertion. But as the seconds passed, she relaxed, until she was grinding against me with slow abandon.

  “God, you feel good,” she hissed between parted lips.

  I tightened my grip on her hips and gave an experimental thrust, and she cried out as I hilted deep within her.

  “Do that again,” she ordered breathlessly, holding on to my shoulders.

  “Ask nicely,” I said, dropping my voice to a rumble.

  She stopped and stared at me for a moment, clearly not into handing over the control of the situation, but I could be patient in this case. Her hips wiggling of their own accord, the need in her eyes evident.

  “Please, do that again,” she breathed finally, grinding against me.

  “This?” I growled, thrusting up into her with everything I had.

  I could feel myself already hurtling toward my end, but I refused to give in just yet. I wanted to feel her clamp down on me, tighten all around me.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Cherry

  I gasped as Caleb’s cock went so deep he hit a spot that I didn’t even think possible, that had to be the very deepest part of me.

  I gripped his shoulders and drove my hips down, grinding my pubic bone against his. I must’ve been insane to deny myself this for so long.

  He changed his angle within me, pulling a string of low moans from my mouth. I sounded like a porn star, but it only made me laugh and meet his thrust again. I was still so pumped full of adrenaline, I felt like I was going to burst. Every nerve in my body was on fire, lit up like the suburbs at Christmas. And it seemed like I was in complete tune with Caleb as I rode him, my internal muscles beginning to tighten.

  I hadn’t intended to crawl into Caleb’s lap and screw him in the damn parking lot, but the way he looked at me… Like he was looking at me now, all intense, blue eyes full of a warmth that only entered them when he looked at me.

  He spoke my name, and the velvet of his low voice touched the deepest parts of me, making me go wetter around him, to which he groaned.

  I rode him, hard, my pleasure amplified by having lasted so long with an experienced professional, who I had bloodied. I was power. Unstoppable, brimming with sexual energy.

  I didn’t need to contain myself with Caleb. I’d known that deep down. It had been my insecurities coming out — he didn’t see himself as better. I’d never heard him lie or even exaggerate. If Caleb said something, he meant it, and suddenly, all of the energy I’d used trying to resist him seemed incredibly stupid. But that was me, always making things more complicated than they had to be.

  His mouth found my taut nipple, and my mind centered on him only, his skin under my fingertips, the muscles in his arms I clenched as he bit down on my nipple, pulling pain and pleasure at the same time. I resolved to stop bottling things so much, to let them out and go after what I wanted. And right now, that was the blinding wave of pleasure rapidly approaching, twining my insides within its swirls to follow its command.

  Caleb let out a groan and I felt him begin to throb within me. Twisting my hips, I barely resisted the urge to kiss him, but I found a new angle, pressing the tip of him into my G-spot. My climax hit like a brick wall, my entire core locking around him. I gasped, but the air was hot and I didn’t need it anyway. A white haze settled over my vision, and a loud cry was ripped from me.

  The orgasm lasted impossibly long, keeping me aloft in mind-numbing pleasure. When I did start to return, Caleb let out a roar and as I stared into his eyes, watched him find his release within me. All I could think was, completion.

  I slumped against Caleb, breathing hard, a sweating mess. We stayed like that for several moments, our chests pressing together. His heart beat hard against my breasts, and I found it comforting.

  But eventually, the reality of the situation sank in as a cramp screamed into my leg. Laughing, I clambered off his lap and plopped myself back in the passenger seat.

  “I think this is yours,” he said, handing me my sports top before removing and tying off the condom.
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br />   “Thanks,” I laughed, “I have something of yours here too.”

  He took the shirt I handed him, looking hot as sin as I regretfully watched him cover himself back up. Although Caleb was endlessly confident and a gorgeous specimen of a man, he wasn’t cocky, which was surprising given his sculpted, godlike physique. I could stare at him for ages and never be bored.

  “I guess I should take you home now?”

  My stomach dropped at that, and I said nothing for several moments. “Um…”

  He frowned. “What is it?”

  “It’s just, I…”

  Caleb waited for my response. He had this infuriating ability to just sit there and let me soak in my awkwardness until I eventually blurted whatever it was I didn’t want to say. It was uncanny, and I needed to develop some sort of resistance to it.

  “I need a separation from my everyday life and the fighting world, so I don’t want to go there right now. My home is where I can get away from it all. There are no expectations, no requirements, no one I’ve got to impress. I think I’ll go in the gym for a little while, come down from the fight.”

  To my absolute surprise, Caleb nodded. “I understand.” He paused for a moment, thinking. “Would you like to come to my place?”

  I stared at him. “Your place?”

  “My place. You can shower, change, I’ll order some food, then I can have my driver take you home.”

  I could use a shower. Showing up at home smelling of sex would invite a line of questioning that I wasn’t particularly looking forward to. Most of all, I would like to have a glimpse into the private world of Caleb, a peek at what he surrounded himself with. When my stomach let out a loud growl, that was the decision maker.

  He laughed. “That settles it. I’m taking you to my place. I need to feed my Cherry Bomb, who just exploded all over me. Maybe see if I can light her fuse again.”

  I felt my face heat, and we both grinned at how corny he’d just sounded. “Yes, please,” I said, settling down in my seat. “Your place sounds like a place I want to be.”