Extensive (A Single Dad Box Set)

by Claire Adams

  “Hey, Markie,” I called and looked back at Artie. He didn’t look pleased that Markie was there. I was just glad there was no one else around. I didn’t want too many people knowing about my business with Markie. I felt bad enough about getting into with him; the last thing I needed was for the wrong person to find out about it.

  Markie approached us, and I stepped out of the small ring Artie set up for practices. It wasn’t as big as the cages on fight nights, but it was enough to get the training and practice in. I could have stayed in the ring to talk to Markie, but I needed to show him that I wasn’t afraid of him. I did not need to show this guy any sign of weakness.

  I spotted one of his lackeys, the big one that was supposed to be his bodyguard, standing by the front door. I didn’t know why anyone wanted to hang out with him. If no one gave into him, he wouldn’t be as powerful as he was.

  “Saw your fight last night,” he said, giving me a snakey kind of smile. I wished I could smack it off his face.

  “So, you saw I won. Three more to go, and I’m clear.”

  Markie laughed. “Yeah, you need to get better if you want to win your next three fights and not owe me your life.”

  I hated the way he talked to me. I didn’t like the guy at all, and I couldn’t wait until I could be done with him once and for all. I vowed to never get involved with him, or anyone like him, ever again.

  “I won last night,” I repeated.

  He laughed, again. It was becoming harder for me to keep my cool around him. I clenched my jaw so I wouldn’t say anything stupid.

  “But you almost lost,” he said with childish delight. “I should count that as a fail and take my money.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “That’s crap. I won, and that’s all that matters. A win is a win.”

  “Not where I—” Markie starts to say, but Artie cut him off.

  “Get out of here. You aren’t welcome in here, Markie. I don’t care whether you have business with the members of my gym or not. You keep your business out of here, no matter what.”

  Markie nodded his head and turned to the door. When he had it halfway open, he turned and looked at me. “Your next fight is soon, and I’ll win either way.” He disappeared through the door.

  I looked at Artie. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he would ever come in here.” I was nervous. I didn’t know how upset Artie was going to be after that encounter.

  “We need to train you harder,” Artie said. I nodded in agreement. He was right. I couldn’t even come close to losing. It didn’t seem to make Markie happy, but I had a feeling it was hard to make him happy no matter what I did.

  I got back into the ring and worked on some of my best holds with Artie. He was a great teacher, and I had been lucky enough to have him take me under his wing. I needed to stay in good with him, or I would never get far with my fighting.

  For the next hour, we worked on my rear naked choke, straight armbar, triangle choke, and my personal favorite: the sleeve choke.

  “Your holds are getting stronger. That’s exactly what I’ve been looking for. Anytime you feel like you are getting close to losing, you need to find a way to get your opponent into a submission. If you can’t get a knockout, you need to aim for a tap out.”

  I took a long pull from my water bottle. Sweat was pouring down my face. I was tired and definitely going to need to make an appointment with Anna on Monday. I hoped she had something open for me. I had to push the thoughts of her out of my head to get through the rest of my training.

  “Good work today, Justin,” Artie said as we finished up. A few people came in and were lifting in the corner.

  “Thanks, Artie. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you. I know I upset you with the bets I’ve made, but I really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

  Artie patted me on the shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

  We said goodbye, and I stepped out into the warm afternoon sun. It was so hot in that gym, I couldn’t wait to get home and take a cold shower.

  I remembered that I wanted to make an appointment with Anna. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. She answered on the first ring, and I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips.

  “Hey. I’m sorry to bother you,” I said.

  “You are never a bother, Justin.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at that.

  “I just left practice and was wondering if I could make an appointment with you for a massage.”

  “Of course,” I could hear the smile in her voice.

  “Do you have any times open on Monday?”

  “Even if I didn’t, I would make time for you.”

  “Because of our deal?” I couldn’t help but ask.

  “Because of you,” she said without missing a beat. “Is three good?”

  “Yeah, three will work.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you at three on Monday for some afternoon delight.”

  I laughed. She was such a naughty girl, but it was hot. “Okay, sounds good to me.”

  “Margie is going with the babysitter then, right?” She asked.

  “Yeah, she’ll pick her up and watch her until after my appointment.” I said with a wink.

  We got off the phone, and it left me wondering whether she was serious. I hoped it would turn into sex again. It had been so fucking hot the first time we had sex. A massage turned sex had always been my fantasy, and she fulfilled it for me so well.

  I couldn’t believe how much I was starting to like this girl. I never thought it would happen again. I thought about the night before when she told me about the drunk guy. I had been ready to go find him and let him know what was up. But then she mentioned that she said my name, and he took off. That was pretty cool. I put fear in people, which could be used to my advantage.

  I got home and took a shower. Afterward, I watched a movie with Margie. She was telling me all about the fun things she did that day with her grandma.

  “And then we went to the library. I picked out three books, Daddy.” She was holding up three fingers, and I couldn’t help but smile at how smart she really was.

  “Are you going to read them to me?”

  “You know I can’t read yet. I want you to read them,” she said.

  I laughed at how serious she had taken my question. She was full of so much life, and I was thankful for that. I wanted nothing more than to take care of her and make her mom proud.

  She ran to her room and brought me back the books. She snuggled into my lap, and I read them to her. She pointed at pictures and asked questions like she normally did, and I happily answered them. These were the moments I loved the most.

  All negative thoughts of Markie, all the stress from the fights, everything melted away when I spent time with Margie.

  I took another shower that night. It was late, and I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get Anna out of my head. I thought about her hot body and how perfectly it went together with mine. I had gotten so turned on that I couldn’t hold back.

  Masturbating to her wasn’t as good as sex with her, but it would do. She continuously blew my mind, and I wasn’t sure what that meant or where things were going. I just knew I really liked to be around her and inside of her.

  I slept peacefully after I finished.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Anna

  It was Monday. Justin had scheduled another appointment with me. He called me Saturday afternoon after the gym. When he asked if I had any time available I hadn’t been kidding when I told him I would make time. I canceled my evening appointments on Monday so I could guarantee some free time in case the massage turned into sex again, which, let’s be honest, I knew it would.

  I was excited to see him, but I was also worried. I hadn’t stopped worrying about him since Friday night when he told me about the bet he made against himself. It made no sense. Why would he make a second bet? I get that he didn’t think he had any other options, but this time it could end up being so much worse. No
t just for him, but for everyone he was close to.

  I was organizing papers, just trying to pass the time waiting for Justin’s appointment, when my phone rang. It was my mom. I thought about letting it go to voicemail but changed my mind at the last second.

  “Hey, mom,” I said into the phone when I answered it. I was nervous about seeing them again, and I hoped that didn’t show in my voice.

  “Hey, sweetheart. Your dad is here too; I have you on speaker,” she said.

  “Hey, dad,” I added.

  “Hey Annabear,” he said. The nickname made me smile. It was the name he gave me when I was little. In high school, it bothered me. I found it a little embarrassing, but as I got older, I found it more endearing.

  “How are you?” my mom’s voice rang through the phone.

  “I’m good. How are you? Ally says you guys will be coming by soon?”

  “I’m good,” my dad said.

  “I’m fine, darling. Ally is right. We are driving in and will be there in a few days! We cannot wait to see you and catch up!”

  “I’m so excited,” I said, though I wasn’t as excited as I should have been. I was growing more and more worried about Justin. I couldn’t seem to calm my nerves regarding him. “You guys will have to meet my new boyfriend,” I said. I figured it was either now or never.

  “Your new boyfriend?” Both of my parents asked, clearly shocked.

  “Yes, his name is Justin. I haven’t mentioned him before?” I hoped they would believe me. I was trying hard not to sound like I was lying. Ally always told me I was a bad liar growing up. I wasn’t sure if she was just messing with me or if she was being serious.

  “Will we get to meet him while we are in town?” my mom asked. I couldn’t tell if she was happy for me or if she was testing me.

  “Of course. How about you guys come over for dinner on Monday night? I’ll have him come with his daughter.”

  “His daughter?” my dad asked. He sounded thrown off. I felt bad that I was springing this information on him.

  “Yes. He has a four-year-old daughter. She is the most delightful little girl. His wife passed away during childbirth.”

  “Oh my. That poor girl,” I heard my mom’s voice say. “We are very excited to meet this Justin and his daughter.”

  “They are excited to meet you guys too,” I said. Even though I wasn’t sure if “excited” was the word I should use to describe Justin meeting them. I wasn’t sure how he even felt about this whole thing, and it was making me a little more nervous.

  We talked for a few more minutes. The conversation had quickly gotten uncomfortable for me, so I was glad when they had to go. I got off the phone and just as I hit “end call,” the front door opened, and Justin walked in.

  “Hey,” I said, brightly.

  “Hey you,” Justin said.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked him. I wanted to let him know that I cared about him and I didn’t want him to feel weird about what he had told me. I didn’t want him to think I judged him or thought of him any less. We hadn’t really spoken since.

  “I’m fine. Thank you,” he said with a smile, and I led him back into the massage room. I told him to get ready for his massage, and I slipped out of the room. I grabbed a condom from my purse and locked the front door to the studio. Then I went back into the room where he was undressed and lying in the massage chair for me.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Oh, you know I am,” he said almost seductively.

  I bit my lip and poured some of the hot oil on his back. I hadn’t even begun the massage yet, and I was already feeling so turned on.

  He let out a soft moan as I began to work on his shoulder blades. I worked my way down his back along his spine. I could feel him relax a little more with each inch I moved down. I still couldn’t get enough of how hot his muscles were.

  It had only been a few minutes. Maybe three, but I couldn’t take how much this was turning me on. “Turn over,” I said.

  “Already?” he asked. The tone of his voice told me that he was just as turned on as I was. And when he turned over, I could see just how turned on he was through his boxers.

  I gently massaged his biceps. His arm muscles were so hot. It was the biggest turn on for me. I massaged his arms and then moved to his pecs. This was more of a warm up for me to have sex with him than it was for him, but he didn’t have to know that.

  After a few minutes of massaging his front, I couldn’t handle it anymore.

  “Remove them,” I said pointing to his boxers.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said and eagerly removed his boxers.

  I quickly got undressed and undid the condom. I put it on him and climbed on top of him like I had done the first time we had sex.

  “Mmm, someone was wanting this,” he said as I lowered myself onto him. He gripped my hips, and I loved the way he touched me. It drove me wild.

  “What can I say? You just feel amazing,” I said. And I proceeded to move my body up and down the length of him. I went slowly at first, making sure to pause at the tip. I was trying to drive him wild. Make him beg for me to go faster, harder. I wanted to drive him wild. I wasn’t sure where this was coming from as I never usually took the lead, but it felt like a sexy, bold move. And the power of taking charge was turning me on even more.

  Justin grabbed my hips. “Harder, baby,” he said as he helped move my body up and down in a faster motion.

  I stopped moving and asked him, “Bend me over?”

  “Absolutely,” he said.

  I climbed off the table, much like the first time we had sex. But before I bent over to have him fuck me doggy-style, I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as I began to move my mouth up and down on him.

  I took him all the way into my mouth and was so glad I didn’t have a gag-reflex. I pulled back and brought my hands to him. I twisted my hand while I moved him in and out of my mouth. I had never loved giving head as much as I did then.

  He grabbed my head, taking my hair in his hand and moving himself in and out of my mouth. My face felt hot. Then he stopped. “If we don’t stop, I might cum.”

  I stood up and bent over the chair.

  “I love your ass,” he said as he squeezed it.

  He put the tip of himself inside of me and pulled it out. He did this a few times, and I wiggled my ass. I wanted to feel all of him so badly. He was driving me wild.

  He pushed himself all the way inside of me and began to move in and out harder and harder. He leaned forward and put a hand on my clit and started rubbing it just as hard as he was fucking me. That was my undoing. I came hard and fast.

  My body started convulsing on his dick. “I love when you cum,” he said just before he gripped my hips and started pounding me harder.

  It felt so amazing, and I started to come again just as he found his release.

  When we were done, we got dressed, and Justin kissed me gently on my lips.

  “Thanks for that massage,” he said and then squeezed my ass.

  I laughed. “You’re welcome.”

  “Did I make you come a second time?”

  “You always do,” I said. I still couldn’t believe how he was able to do that. I had never had multiple orgasms before, and now I was able to have them every single time. I was sure it had something to do with the chemistry between us.

  He gave me a smile like I had just made his day, his week, his month.

  “So I talked to my parents,” I said when we were finished fixing ourselves.

  “Do you know when they will be here?” he asked.

  “They said in a few days. But I was thinking next Monday night at 6:00 we could do the dinner with you and Margie?”

  He smiled. “Sounds good to me. Do they know about her?”

  “Yeah, I made sure to mention her. That might have been weird if I hadn’t and then you showed up with a little girl.”

  Justin laughed. “Yeah, that would have been.
We’ll be there. But will you do something for me?”

  “What’s that?” I asked. wondering what he would ask.

  “Will you come to my next fight? It’s on Friday night.”

  I thought about it for a moment, and then I remembered how unusually packed my Friday was.

  “I can’t. I’m so sorry. I have back to back clients that night. It usually doesn’t happen, but I’ve gotten quite popular lately.”

  Justin held up his hand. “I understand completely. You don’t need to explain.”

  But I couldn’t help but notice the semi-hurt tone in his voice. The disappointment. I felt awful, but I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t keep cancelling on my clients. Three times was too much, and yet, what the hell was I supposed to do? The last time had been a client for a while and was a great tipper. I canceled on him on Monday to make room for sex with Justin. There was no way I could cancel on him again.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling a little bad.

  “It’s okay, Anna,” he said and gave me a kiss. “I’ll see you on Monday, then?”

  I nodded my head. “Monday it is.”

  I watched him leave and couldn’t keep the guilt from sinking in. I could hear the disappointment in his voice, but I knew I couldn’t mess up my career for a guy who may or may not be my future. I finished cleaning up, and Ally walked in.

  “Hey, sis.”

  “Hey,” I said.

  “No more clients today? I thought I would have to wait,” she said.

  “Nope. Justin was my last one.”

  She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Oh really?”

  I hoped I was hiding the fact that I was blushing. “I talked to mom and dad today. We will be doing dinner next Monday.”

  “Oh man, are you and Justin ready for your first dinner with mom and dad as a couple?”

  “It’s just pretend, Ally,” I said.

  “I think it’s more than that, but you can call it whatever you want to.”

  She was starting to get on my nerves now, but I decided to let it go. It wasn’t like she was wrong anyway. Things between Justin and I were growing more intense.