Josh sighs heavily. “I got into fighting when I turned 18. I had always worked out and trained with Zander at that point, but I didn’t start taking it seriously until he got put into a few fights. Nothing major, but enough to start generating a buzz around his name. I thought I was cut out for it and wanted to give it a try. A few trainers talked me into trying it out saying I showed promise.”
“So, you trained and then what? Got your big shot too?”
“I got my first big fight when I was 21. Up until then it was little fights here and there. It helped that Zander was working his way up the MMA ladder, so to speak. That’s the main reason they let me in and signed me as a fighter. I owe Zander a lot.”
“I’ve never seen you fight but I can guarantee that he didn’t fight for you. There aren’t tag team partners in MMA.”
He smiles and looks me in the eye. “No tag teams. But he was the reason I got a foot in the door. So, for two years I had steady fights and started working my way up the ranks. I’m in a different class than Z. He’s the Light Heavyweight Champion and I fight as a Middleweight.”
He looks around getting nervous. When he looks down at his hands and rubs them together I start to get nervous too. What the hell happened?
“The night I fought Matty was the biggest fight of my career. I had been making a name for myself and people finally knew who I was. Getting in the ring with the former Middleweight Champion was a huge deal. That night I was in the zone and it should have been a cakewalk. Matty’s a great fighter, just not as good as me. I was cocky and let my guard down for a second and he caught me in a kimura. Giving up isn’t in my nature so I wouldn’t tap… until he ripped my arm apart.”
“What the hell’s a kimura?” The extent of my MMA knowledge is the sexy men I used to stalk.
He reluctantly reaches his hand in his jeans pocket and pulls out his phone. I’m not expecting it when he pulls up YouTube and plays the end of his fight. I cringe. Holy hell that looks like it hurt.
“You want to know the worst part? We were only two minutes into the fight. I tapped out a couple minutes into the biggest fight of my life. It was embarrassing and I couldn’t live it down. That’s why it was so easy for me to move up here. I couldn’t walk down the street back home in Texas without someone making a stupid little remark.”
“Josh, it was one fight, people lose fights all the time. I know it was probably horrible, but how come you haven’t scheduled a fight since?”
He stands up and starts pacing the room. “My arm was really fucked up after the fight. Really fucked up. I had surgery, then went through months of PT. The doctor already told me I’m as good as new but…something always stopped me. Believe me, I’ve wanted to dominate Kingsley in the ring to redeem myself. I just wasn’t ready yet… I am now.”
I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s serious. “So how long will it take you to get back in shape? The fight’s in what, four months? Is that even enough time?”
“A little less, but I’m good to go. I never stopped training. Physically, I’m in great shape and I’m going to push myself to be the best.”
I grab his hand before he can walk to the other side of the room and pull him to sit next to me. Jumping in his lap I place my head on his chest. We sit there in silence for a few moments before he starts rubbing my back. I let out a yawn and laugh. If I’m not hungry I’m tired.
“Are you nervous?” I whisper.
“Hell no.”
His answer makes me smile. I get up off his lap and pull him by his hand. “Dance with me.”
“I don’t think so.”
I walk over and turn on my music. Paris by The Chainsmoker’s comes on as I shimmy my way over to a laughing Josh.
“If there were ever a moment that needed to be danced out, it’s now.” I grab his arms and try to move him but he won’t budge.
“Don’t tell me you’re too manly to dance. This may change things Mr. Cage.” I laugh.
Josh steps up to me leaving a breath between us. He wraps an arm around my hips and pulls me close. As his hips begin moving to the beat, my pussy clenches at the seductiveness of the moment. This was a bad idea.
“Oh, I’m the dancing type. Just when I have the right woman with me.”
He leans down and places his mouth against mine. His tongue skims the curve of my bottom lip and I open up, eagerly anticipating. When his tongue slips inside I groan. I have to do something.
I pull back and sink to my knees. I’m eye level with Josh’s impressive bulge that’s clearly visible through his jeans. I pop the top button and slowly lower his zipper as I look up into his eyes and lick my lips. As I reach in and free his cock he closes his eyes, pure ecstasy on his face.
“Ash, you don’t need to do this…the baby.”
“This isn’t about me or the baby, this is all you. Let me make you feel good babe.”
I pull his pants down to his knees and start to stroke his cock up and down. Nice even strokes. I lean forward and lick the length of him and circle the tip.
“Ash…” he groans.
I haven’t heard him say my name like that in far too long. My only mission right now is to possess him and make him lose control. Leaning down I take him in my mouth. Josh tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls slightly. Fuck, the stinging pain urges me on.
As my mouth is working his dick I move my hands down to fondle his balls. I use just the right amount of pressure then start to work my mouth a little faster.
“Ash…faster.”
I speed up driving him closer and closer to the edge. My fingers continue massaging between his legs and I feel empowered to go further. On a downward move I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. As I look up at him we make eye contact. Seeing him like this is everything. The fact that I can bring this man to his knees is everything.
“I’m so close.” Josh growls.
He holds my head in place and starts fucking my mouth. It’s hard, but I manage to keep up with his thrusts and I make sure to hollow out my cheeks and add pressure with my tongue. I know he’s close when his thrusts become erratic and hurried. He goes to pull out but I sink my fingers into both sides of his ass and hold him in my mouth as hot jets of cum slide down my throat.
His hips start to slow down before pulling himself out of my mouth. I wipe my mouth and look up at him. Josh’s eyes are closed and he’s breathing heavy.
When I go to stand up I feel pressure on my elbow as he helps me. This is why I love this man. Well, among other things.
“That was…wow Ash.”
I wink at him then head for my bedroom with him close behind me. Soon. Soon I’ll be able to have him in the way that I crave.
Josh starts laughing. “I want you with me always Ash. You’re the only one that matters. I wouldn’t fight unless I knew you could be there. Do you think it’s going to be too much on you?”
“We’ll deal with it as it comes. I don’t know what’s coming at us… Wait, I was just going to say something cheesy and that’s not happening. You know I’ll be there unless I’m told otherwise.”
I place my hand on my belly. I’m not scared shitless anymore. For the first time in months, I’m ready for whatever life throws at us. Of course, I’m nervous about Josh’s fight. I need to find out more information about his MMA career and the fight that apparently changed his whole outlook. One step at a time.
CHAPTER 12
Josh
“Look at this mural I found on Pinterest!” Ashlyn exclaims from the other room.
I should be annoyed that I know what Pinterest is, she even downloaded the App on my phone. At 18 weeks pregnant, she has every detail down to the very last stuffed animal planned out for the baby’s nursery. Her excitement is infectious and I find myself smiling way more than being annoyed.
“You’re not a painter Ash.” I say trying to follow the sound of her voice.
“It gives you step by step directions. It would take a real idiot to mess this up.”
As soon as I find her and look over her shoulder I find myself looking at a picture of a jungle scene. Various animals ranging from lions and birds, lots of trees and a water scene off to the side. She must be off her circus kick.
“How are you so sure that it’s a boy?” I question. She swears her mother’s intuition is telling her that it’s going to be a boy.
“Mothers just know Josh. Don’t question me.”
I hold my hands up in surrender and pull her up from her seat and arrange us so she’s in my lap.
“What’s the plan for today? Do you want to get some lunch?” The girl can pack it in. I have no idea where she puts it. The only thing visible is a little bump that is starting to form in her mid-section.
“We can go after the appointment.” She gets up and grabs he purse. “What are you going to do if it’s a girl?”
“Then I’ll double up my gun collection.” I smile and pull her to me for a kiss.
I move my hand to her growing bump and begin to massage her belly. Ash felt the baby kick for the first time yesterday. I’ve put my hand on her stomach every chance I get to ensure the chance that I’ll feel it kick soon. It makes sense in my head.
“Let’s get this show on the road then! Baby’s ready for his gender reveal.”
Thirty minutes later, we find ourselves in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. My foot takes on a life of its own as it bobs up and down, no slowing in sight.
“Why the hell are you so nervous? We’re only finding out the gender.”
“The gender has never mattered to me, until right now. What if it’s a boy and he’s a horny shit knocking up some poor girl when he’s 15 and ends up on some crazy reality show? Like that one you make me watch. Or what if our daughter ends up on that show because she was the one knocked up? Condoms and chastity belts, possibly a nunnery, that’s what I have to save my money for.”
Ash bends over as she bursts out laughing. There is nothing funny about anything I just said. I don’t get it. My fingers lift her chin and I pull her face in my direction.
“Do you think I’m funny Hellcat? I can’t wait until the doctor lifts this sex hiatus today. When she does, you better hold on tight.” I growl.
Her cheeks flush as her eyes get wide. I know she wants it just as bad as I do. Since we were in the hospital in Vegas, she has lightly bled off and on, but finally stopped at the beginning of last week. Ash is confident that we’ll be “cleared for access” so to speak.
“You can’t say stuff like that to me! Being pregnant and horny 24/7 with no way to relieve it… it’s torture. I should be telling you to hold on tight babe.”
Just as I’m running my tongue along the seam of her lips, her name is called.
“Ashlyn Cox.”
“Let’s do this!” Ashlyn exclaims.
She refuses my help up as usual and then we make our way to the ultrasound room. I help her up on the table not leaving any room for refusal and decide to stand next to Ash instead of sitting in a nearby chair.
“Please pull your pants down your hips and lift up your shirt little mama.”
A few moments later our baby is on the monitor. This feeling of seeing my baby never gets old. I feel Ash’s hand searching for mine so I intertwine our fingers together. After doing all the technical stuff, it’s finally show time.
“Are we finding out the gender today?” The nurse asks.
“Hell yes!” I smile at Ashlyn’s enthusiasm.
“Let’s see what we have here...congratulations, you’re having a girl!”
“I need more guns.” I mutter.
“Are you sure there isn’t a penis? I was so sure it was a boy.” Ash pouts.
I bend over and kiss her forehead. “Ash, that’s our little girl right there. She’s going to be perfect, just like her mother.”
She starts sobbing. Loud, uncontrollable gasps of air pass her lips as she scrunches up her face and tears pour from her eyes.
“Ash what’s the matter?” I bend down so I can look into her eyes.
“You can’t say stuff like that to me! Dog the Bounty Hunter makes me cry!”
She’s not lying. The other day I walked in on her sitting on the couch, wadded up tissues all over the place. I thought she was watching the Hallmark channel, but no. Dog the fucking Bounty Hunter was on. Ash said the motivational speeches he gives the criminals to do better in their lives really got to her.
“Get used to it.” I whisper in her ear.
*****
Ashlyn
A girl! It’s not that I’m disappointed, I just can’t believe my intuition was off. I was so sure it was a boy. Oh well, guess I’ll be returning all the blue and green for pink tutu’s and hair bows. Savvy’s going to have a field day shopping for this little one.
Moments later we’re sitting in the doctor’s exam room. I’m ready to get the okay to fornicate, hit the bone zone, do the horizontal mambo. I’ve had a hard time and I can only imagine what Josh is going through. I’ve taken care of him a few times, but most of the time he refused. He said that if I had to wait, so could he. I may have called him a girl and got down to business anyway. When I think about sucking him off it turns me on to no end. I just can’t wait until I can finally get off. Josh should prepare to be locked away for a few days until I’m done with him. The thought of him tied to my bed comes to mind making me hot all over.
“What are you thinking about?” Josh questions me.
“Nothing, just thinking about tying you to the bed tonight.”
I smile when he adjusts his pants, it’s the reaction I was hoping for. I reach over and place my hand on his growing erection. “Soon big boy.”
There’s a knock on the door and Josh turns around quickly as the doctor enters the room.
“Hello there. The tech told me the good news, a baby girl! How exciting! Congratulations mom and dad.”
“Thank you, we’re beyond excited.” I can’t keep the smile from my face.
After checking the baby’s heartbeat and examining me the appointment’s almost over.
“Alright doc, give it to me straight. Can I be penetrated?”
“Christ…” Josh mutters.
“So, we can leave without asking? Okay hope the next month is good to you Josh.” I jump off the table and Josh halts me with a hand on my shoulder.
“Now let’s not talk crazy. Doc, can she be penetrated?”
The doctor laughs out loud and I don’t blame her.
“Since the bleeding stopped over a week ago, and nothing out of the ordinary showed up on your ultrasound, yes. Penetrate away!” The doctor continues to laugh as she exits the room.
“We’re leaving.” Josh says pulling on my hand to get me out of there.
“Where’s the fire?” I damn well know the answer to this question.
“Hellcat, the fire is currently in my pants. Now I didn’t complain for the past month and a half, but my dick fucking hurts. I’m constantly hard around you and I thought it was going to break off a few times.” He turns towards me and pushes me up against the wall. His mouth devours mine and he pulls back far too quick.
“I’m barely keeping it together here Ash. I promise I’ll take you to eat when we’re done.” His growl does something deep within me. I squirm and know we need to find somewhere private five minutes ago.
I push him back and grab his hand. We head for the exit as I try to rack my brain. Where do we go?
“Going home is too far. Josh I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’ve got you.”
He pulls me towards his Jeep and opens the door. Josh gets in and turns it on heading towards the back of the doctor’s office to a deserted area of the parking lot. We’re parked under the trees in the back corner as he cuts the engine. I’m thinking he’s going to pull his seat back to get down to business but surprises me when he gets out. Within seconds my door opens and he pulls me out of the Jeep. We pass the back doors and he has me wondering where the hell we’re going.
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bsp; He opens the trunk and all but shoves me in. Hell yes, we can definitely make this work.
“Stay on your knees and hold onto the seat.” He commands.
I make my way to the seat and I can already feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I’m holding onto the seat when I feel his warmth along the length of my back. As he brushes my hair to the side and begins kissing my neck I shiver in anticipation.
“Don’t move your hands.” He whispers in my ear as he lifts my shirt over my head. When it reaches my wrists, he takes the sleeves and ties my wrists together.
“Yes sir.” I breathily moan.
“Fuck!” he grits out before I feel my pants being ripped down my legs.
He makes quick work of his pants and then I feel him. His erection hits me right in the crack of my ass when he grinds it into me. I whine when I feel his warmth leave me.
“You’re killing me Ash. Don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel good.”
“Then do it!” I yell.
He pulls my hips back and his tongue starts working me.
“Oh shit!” Close to coming already, I push back trying to ride his tongue.
He holds my hips in place as he expertly devours my pussy. Within seconds I’m screaming out his name as my orgasm hits me with such power, I feel like I’d fall to the ground if I wasn’t holding on. His warmth returns to my back as he bends down lining up his dick.
“Ash…” he grits out. I know he’s asking for permission.
“Fuck me Josh. NOW!”
“Ash, you’re so tight.” His voice is feral.
He’s slowly trembling with restraint as he slowly moves his hips. It feels fantastic but I know he can do so much more when he lets go. He needs to know I’m not a china doll, that I can handle, no, that I need his wild side. I push my hips backwards and grind my pussy on his lap. He’s not the only one that can control the tempo.
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