BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1)

by L. Grubb

  His arms cage me in as he places his hand on the wall on either side of my head. Gulping, I stare into his eyes, mesmerised by how magnificently blue they are with specks of gold around the edges. The smirk that lifts the side of his face and crinkles his eyes has my blood sizzling with heat. God, he’s hot, even if he is an arrogant twat. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Whoa, hold up there, big boy. What the hell?” I place my hands on his chest, pushing to get him to back up. But he doesn’t even budge and the wall of muscle underneath my palms has me panting for breath. Fuck my life. “Please.”

  “Please what, Carlotta. Tell me what you want.” His face disappears into the crook of my neck and I tilt my head…and I have no idea why, but it’s like he’s put a spell on me.

  “Get away.” I hardly sound convincing and he chuckles as his lips trail a line softly to my mouth. “I don’t like you.”

  “I don’t like you either.” His mouth smashes down onto mine and I’m powerless to stop it as an overwhelming amount of lust spreads through my system. My fingers curl into his shirt, not knowing whether to push him away of pull him closer. Deepening the kiss, Beast’s tongue invades mine and the kiss soon gets rough, inviting and totally intoxicating. My eyes flutter closed as his hands tangle in my hair.

  But all good things must come to an end, and he pulls away. I see a war brewing in his eyes and regret with a hint of lust is showing in his eyes. Pulling myself together, I say, “That should not have happened, Beast. I don’t know you, or like you, and I’m not the kinda girl to have a one night stand or casual sex when a man clicks his fingers. You need to leave.”

  “You’re right, that shouldn’t have happened.” He pulls his shades down onto his eyes and turns on his heel. Reaching the front door, he glances back over his shoulder. “It’s true, you’re not a bitch and you deserve better than me.”

  Not understanding what he’s implying, I go to reply but the door is shut as he leaves the room. Coldness seeps into my bones and my lips are swollen and sore from the passionate, yet desperate, kiss he plastered on me. Scolding myself in my mind, my mood turns sour. I was about ready to drop my robe and ride his cock. But thank god common sense came over him, I don’t think I would have stopped him. Lust took over and clouded my brain, my body coming alive beneath the lips of a man I have no chance of being with.

  “Car?” Gemma is in front of me, staring at my face. “You’re really pale. Are you okay?”

  “Fine. I’m fine. I…I need to lay down for five minutes.” I dodge passed her, the questions she wants to ask me are written all over her face and I’m not ready to answer any one of them.

  Safe inside the confines of my bedroom, I lock my door and turn, collapsing face first to the bed with a bounce. Why the hell did I let that happen?

  I’ve had sex with one person in my whole life, it was such a bad experience that I didn’t want it to ever happen again. The bruises left on my thighs and the blood loss had me absolutely terrified of experiencing sex again. I was fifteen, still young and living my life, partying was what led me to trouble. I remember being so drunk that I was acting like a total moron and ended up with a boy from my class, a boy that every female in the school wanted. I’m still not sure how we got from the room that party was in, to the bedroom at the end of the hall. All I remember is the excruciating pain between my legs and vision being blurry. I woke up the next morning in the same position, the throbbing between my legs so intense that I screamed into the empty room. The last thing I remember before passing out was paramedics entering the room. After that, everything was dark until I woke up in the hospital. The memories slay me, they control me.

  Not wanting to reminisce about those shitty times, I get on my feet and get ready for a night out, get pissed, anything to rid the images from my brain.

  I punch the dashboard in my car, frustrated and infuriated with myself for doing what I just did. Before going up to her apartment, I vowed to myself that I would pass her the phone and leave without saying anything. But seeing her in that robe, knowing she was naked underneath had my cock rock hard within seconds. Of course, as usual, I was thinking with the wrong fucking head.

  Her lips were so smooth, soft and tasted fucking divine and the imprint left on me has me wanting more. More of something I can’t fucking have. Growling with frustration, I turn the key in the ignition and high tail it away from her apartment before I go back up there and release this pent up sexual frustration that she’s stirred up in me. My dick is still standing to attention and it’s distracting me from driving. I’m speeding but I don’t give a fuck about being pulled over, I can worm my way out of anything.

  Walking up the concrete steps to the Victorian townhouse that looms in front of me, I ring the bell and wait with impatience. I’m not one to express patience, I’d rather have shit done straight away or not all. After thirty seconds and no answer, I press my finger to the bell and keep it there.

  Finally, the door swings open and an annoyed looking Jase answers, a towel around his waist and scowl on his face. “What’s with the incessant ringing of the bell, mate?”

  “You didn’t answer, so I pressed it until you did. It worked didn’t it?” I say gruffly, pushing my way past him into his home. His house is the kind you read about, all rustic chic décor, blacks and brown, and his furniture a contradiction to the wall colours. A white eight seater corner sofa faces a view of this three-acre garden, the wall mounted, flat screen TV is playing music quietly and the white fur rug is what makes up his living room. The open plan kitchen with its faux wooden walls and white appliances glistening under the overhead light, stands proud, no dirty object in sight and no smudges or smears are atop the counters. Jase takes care of his home and is proud of his bachelor pad, as he calls it. It’s the complete opposite of my apartment but this place is welcoming in its own way, even with all the dark colours on the walls and floors.

  “Is there something you wanted or are you going to stare around my house a little longer like you’ve never been here before?” Jase chuckles as he walks by, sweeping the remote control of the handmade bass drum coffee table and turning the TV off.

  “Carlotta.” My jaw flexes as I say her name, loving the way it sounds coming from my mouth.

  “What about her?” Jase eyes me speculatively from across the room, folding his arms across his chest. “What have you done, Beast?”

  “I kissed her!” I throw my hands in the air before scrubbing them down my face. “I don’t know what the fuck came over me. You know as well as I do that I can’t bring her into my mess of a life. Carlos would eat her alive and spit her out for his dogs.” The thought of Carlos getting a sniff of this has my chest constricting with panic.

  “Beast.” Jase shakes his head from side to side, muttering curses. “You’re a fucking bellend. A complete and utter tosser.”

  “Don’t you think I already know that?” It’s funny when Jase calls names because he’s not originally British, he’s from America. Yet, even though he’s been here since when we started secondary school together, he still has a strong Yankee accent. He loves the British lingo though and uses it wherever he can and it’s fucking hilarious to hear.

  “How, dude? Seriously, you only saw her last night and she fucking hated you.” That makes him giggle, because let’s face it, no woman hates me.

  “She left her phone in my Ma’s restaurant, I got her address from the system at the warehouse and went to give it to her. I didn’t expect her to have just showered and in nothing but a robe. Those legs….” I trail off when he holds his hands up and a pained expression on his face.

  “Please…I don’t need a visual. I love the girl to pieces, a good friend. I guess you really have no control over your dick.”

  “If that were the case, Jase, I wouldn’t have stopped at just a kiss.” Come to think of it, I wasn’t the one that wanted that to end. Or was it me? I can’t remember now. “Okay, you have a point. But come on, she’s fucking hot, mate.”

 
“Maybe, but you still can’t.” Jase says looking apologetically at me. “I know it pains you not to have what you want but think with the head on top of your shoulders for once.” Jase and Roofie are the only people in the world that know the predicament I’m in. The clusterfuck I’m in would be more accurate. They know I need to get out of MMA for my sanity. But they know it’s impossible. Need and want are different things. I want to stay in it for the money and until I reach the fucking top, make shit more legalised, but until then I have to grit my teeth and bare the fucking bullshit that Carlos reigns down on me. He knows I’m going to take his place one day and that idea fucks with his head. It will fucking happen though, I’m the best there is and he knows it.

  “I know, buddy, I know. I just need to avoid her like the plague.” I don’t want to but I have to. Her safety is paramount after all.

  “You can have any ring girl or bar fly you want, Beast. Don’t go for the good ones.” Jase turns and heads to the fridge. “Beer?”

  “Yeah. I sure as fuck need one.” I mutter the last bit and he doesn’t show any indication of hearing me. Not that I give a shit to be honest.

  “Pub tonight?” Jase hands me the beer with the cap already tossed away and I swig back half of it and sigh as the cold liquid sinks to my stomach.

  “Stupid question.” We spend an hour going over our fight schedules for the next two weeks before I leave to get a shower at home.

  The thought of the kiss with Beast from earlier still ricochets through my brain as we make our way to the pub. It was definitely one of those unforgettable kisses, and a kiss that makes my thighs squeeze shut just thinking about. I have no business going near a man like him, his reputation is enough for me to know there’s nothing good about going there with him. Anyway, after the way he flew from the apartment was enough indication that the kiss was never going to happen again. Fuck, I’m so damn glad it stopped at just a kiss. How stupid am I?

  Gemma babbles on about the night ahead as I stare blankly out the window of the black taxi cab, watching the grunge of the city go by. The sky is dark with no hint of stars showing through the polluted air of the city. Blocks of graffiti covered flats come and go, lights shining through the windows. I hate London with a passion which is why I refused to live within the city limits and chose the outskirts instead. Yeah, it costs a bomb to get a taxi to the pub and to fights but with the money we make, it doesn’t matter. London is sort of like New York, it doesn’t fully sleep. The traffic into the city is just as bad as that coming out which seems ridiculous considering it’s nine at night and people still roam the streets in the business suits and iPhones pressed to their ears, babbling a mile a minute about crap I’d never understand.

  Another twenty boring minutes go by and Gemma is sat quietly, scrolling through Facebook with her tongue poked out at the corner in concentration. Every now and then she’ll show me the screen at something she finds amusing, but other than that we’re silent as we turn down side roads to miss the ever growing traffic.

  Pulling up outside the pub another ten minutes later, we pay the fair, climb out and nod to the bouncer on the door before he opens the door for us. It’s packed out tonight, all the booths are occupied and there’s hardly a lick of space at the bar. Being known in the circuit is great because people part ways to let us get to the bar.

  Brett is working the bar tonight and his smile when he sees us is infectious. He’s as gay as they come and absolutely hilarious. I’m always jealous of his perfect tan because I burn like a bitch and end up looking like a cherry tomato.

  “Girls! I was wondering when I’d see you!” He exclaims, leaning over the bar top to kiss mine and Gemma’s cheeks. “Vodka?”

  “Do you even need to ask?” I laugh, placing my clutch bag on the sticky bar. “Where have you been Brett? You haven’t been here for well over a week”

  He raises a perfectly shaped brow and his arms sweep over his body. “Can’t you tell? Holiday, baby. Caribbean with Sean.”

  “Oh! Did you have fun?” I ask, leaning my head on my elbow. I wish I could get away for a few weeks for a holiday, but fight schedules change and the tattoo shop stops me from going.

  “If you’d looked on Facebook, honey, you would have seen that it was a blast and we had such great fun.” He hands us our drinks and says, “On the house, baby girls. I missed ya.”

  “Aww, thanks, Brett. You’re so good to us.” I wink and take a sip of my drink. I moan in delight; damn I need this after what happened this afternoon.

  He waves a hand at us, laughing, as he rushes off to serve the other patrons that wave money in the air to get noticed. I’d hate to have his job; I’d end up punching people. A lot.

  Not being able to move, we remain at the bar. I swear the next dude that ‘accidentally’ touches my arse, I’m going to swing for them. There’s no ‘accident’ about copping a feel with squeezing involved.

  Gemma notices the scowl on my face and my clenched fist, she fights the laughter I know she wants to release.

  “Something funny, Gem?” I hiss at her, my lip curling back. God, why am I taking my issues out on the one friend I have. “Sorry, shit day, as you know.”

  “I hardly call necking Beast a shit day. I’d happily trade places with you.” She throws her head back, laughing into the air. My scowl deepens and my eyes narrow at her in warning but she doesn’t pay attention.

  Gripping my glass tighter, I take some slow breaths to calm the anger building in me. Today is not a good day. Fuck Beast for putting me in a shitty mood. If he just stayed away, that kiss would never have happened.

  But, just as I find my resolve and my inner calmness, the fucker himself walks through the door. Girls swarm to him and it’s pretty disgusting to watch. No wonder women don’t get a good reputation. All of us are based on basic sluts like them.

  Shaking my head, I turn to get Brett’s attention. More alcohol is needed if I am going to be in same vicinity as him.

  “Just ignore him and pretend he doesn’t exist…works for me.” Gemma winks at me as she joins me in getting another drink. “I’m sure he’s realised he can’t have you, hon. Don’t sweat it.”

  Another drink in hand, we make our way through the crowd to the make shift dance floor. Time to dance this frustration out of me, have a good time and forget he’s only on the other side of the room to me.

  Track three and me and Gemma are still dancing away, long finished with our drinks. Hands slide around my waist, landing on my stomach and pulling me against a rock hard chest. I don’t know who it is and I don’t care. I grind my arse against his crotch, his erection pressing into me as he grips my waist. He’s not moving, dancing or anything but I don’t care.

  Looking at Gemma with a twinkle in my eye, I notice the look of horror on her face and I stop, intrigued as to why she has that look. Turning slowly, I tilt my head back to get a better look at him as he’s tall as fuck.

  No. For fuck sake, why? Of all the men here why did Beast have to the one I was grinding like a slut against. “You have got to be shitting me.”

  His lips come to my ear and he says in a gravelly voice, “Keep grinding, baby, and you’ll find yourself against the nearest wall with my dick so far up your cunt that you’ll be ruined for any other man.”

  Gulping, I clamp my legs together and my pussy instantly ignites and my knickers soak. Fucking hot damn. “No. Please, go away. I can’t do this.”

  “We’re just dancing, baby. What’s the problem?” The sinful smirk on his face tells me I’m not getting away that easy and I groan in frustration. Why him?

  “Dancing. Yeah, whatever. I need another drink. Please remove you fucking hands before my fist meets your groin and I’ll ensure you don’t have future kids.” I glare at him until he removes his paws form my body. I feel the coldness seep in as his touch disappears and that pisses me off all the more.

  Grabbing Gemma’s wrist, I drag her back to the bar and lay into her as we wait for Brett to reach us. “What the actual fuck
, Gem? You could have said something! Now I look like all the other sluts that throw themselves at him!”

  “Whoa, slow down, Car.” She holds her hands up to shut me up and continues, “One, the music is too fucking loud over there for you to hear me. Two, I ain’t up for messing with Beast. And three, the way he was looking at you was like he won the fuckin’ lottery.”

  “No he wasn’t. I’m just another woman he wants to add to the notches on his bedpost. No thanks. You know I’m not like that, Gem.” I hang my head, solemnly.

  “You’re wrong.” Beast’s voice booms from behind me. My back stiffens and my defences come up. “You’re not another notch. Whatever you may think of me, I actually think you’re hot.”

  Turning around to face him, I throw a death glare at him before saying, “Right. I’ve said this once and I’ll say it once more so you can get it through your big head. I can’t go there with you.”

  “And I shouldn’t either! Doesn’t mean I can’t stop thinking about your sweet arse bent over while I’m spanking the shit out of it for your attitude.” His lip curls back slightly, anger twinkling in his eyes, turning them a darker shade of blue. “I have reasons not to pursue you. But I can’t help it.”

  Looking to my left, I notice Gemma has wondered off, leaving me with a man I can’t get out of my head no matter how much I try.

  His hands lean on the bar on either side of me, effectively caging me in. I lean back as far as I can, my back pressed hard against the bar top. “What are you doing?”

  “I can’t get the kiss out of my head. Even though I tell myself I can’t bring you into my mess…your sass is intoxicating, as well as the taste of your lips. Jase has warned me to stay away but I just fucking can’t. Every time I see you, my dick does the thinking.” His head rests against mine and his smell of musk and man is delicious. This shouldn’t be happening, but my brain seems to be malfunctioning. Badly.