“Where else would you be?”
“Decent point.”
She puts her fingers on the envelope and slides it a little closer to me to change the subject. “So, you kept these.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Hardcore masochism.”
Her lips twitch. “Box.”
“It…” I give a half shrug. “It never really occurred to me to destroy them.”
She stares at me and I see her running the words through every bullshit detector she has. “Is that true?”
“It’s half-true,” I say. “I don’t know. I guess it was the only thing I had that reminded me of our marriage — as brief and tumultuous as it was. We didn’t exactly exchange rings.”
Caleb stares back at me in silent pause and for the first time, I can’t figure out what direction the wheels are turning in her head. “Boxcar…” She wets her lips, hesitating on her words. “I—”
“Wait—” I hold up a hand and rise off the stool. “Before you do that thing I know you’re about to do, I need to say something first.” She goes quiet and I shift a little closer to her. “I’ve spent the last two years running from you because I didn’t want to lose you — and yes, I know that makes absolutely no logical sense, but that’s the truth. That wasn’t fair to you and what you wanted and I’m sorry.” I push the envelope over to her. “No more wargames, Caleb Fawn. I love you. I always have — ever since the moment I saw you and it didn’t have anything to do with the wild hallucinations brought on by extreme dehydration and heat exposure.” She chuckles softly and my heart swells. “You’re it for me… but I get it if that doesn’t go both ways and I’m prepared to let you go if that’s what you want.”
Her eyes fall to the envelope for a brief moment. “Is that all?” she asks, red flooding her cheeks.
“Yeah,” I smile and shift a half step back. “Go ahead then. Lay it on me.”
She pauses as her lips curl. “Well… before that sudden interruption, I was going to say…” She swipes the envelope off the counter, sliding it fast out from under my fingers. “I love you.”
Fire shoots down my spine. The L-word. Caleb Fawn just said the actual L-word and she said it to me. “But…?”
She smiles wider. “I love you, Boxcar, and it has nothing to do with how badass you looked holding my revolver, though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on a little bit.”
I laugh. “Okay…” I take an unsteady breath. “So, what does that mean?”
“It means that you went really above and beyond for me. You could easily have ignored that call they made and ditched me but you didn’t. The man that does that deserves a heck of a lot more than a second chance.”
“You might be right.”
“But…”
I deflate. “So close…”
She chuckles. “But the ball — ultimately — lies in your court, Box. It’s up to you to decide whether or not a woman like me deserves a second or a third or even a fourth chance.”
There’s a lack of confidence in her voice as if I’m about to reject her outright and kick her to the proverbial curb. It keeps a laugh permanently bouncing at the back of my throat. To even think that I’m capable of rejecting her is downright ludicrous. “Is that even a question?”
“I could rephrase it as one.”
“Don’t bother. I wouldn’t be here now if every high and low with you wasn’t worth it, Cal.”
“You’re quite the glutton for punishment, Box.”
“Your bite has always tickled a little,” I joke. “Well, you know where I stand. What say you, Caleb Fawn? Will you stay my wife?”
Her fingers grip the envelope a little tighter as she scans the floor. She bends down and grabs the garbage bag full of shitty cameras by my feet and tosses the papers inside. “I think I will.”
“Yeah?” I grip the counter behind me to keep from falling over.
“Yeah.”
I force a nonchalant shrug through my shoulders. “Cool.”
Caleb laughs and leans forward, filling my nose with that oh-so-familiar flowery scent of her. As her lips press softly against mine, she lays her palms on my chest and she smiles as my heart bashes wildly against my ribs.
I cup her adorable face and steal another firm kiss off her perfect, pink lips before I glance down at the garbage bag again. “But we should probably shred those.”
“I know,” she chuckles. “It was more of a symbolic gesture.”
“Gotcha.”
I pull her back in and her fingers crawl around my back as I crush my lips against hers. My senses ignite, breathing a heavy fire through my lungs with every soft caress of her mouth on mine.
Caleb Fawn. My beautiful wife — for real this time.
“Ah, jeez…”
We pull away from each other and Fox shakes his head from the doorway. Dani lingers behind him with bright, red cheeks.
“Sorry, Fox,” Caleb laughs, wiping her mouth.
He steps in and makes his way towards the refrigerator. “No — it’s okay,” he sighs. “It’s like being back in Afghanistan again. In fact…” He pulls it open and fishes out three bottles of beer from the door. “This is the first time since then that the three of us have been in the same room together and I think that deserves a moment.”
Fox pops the bottles open and slides two across the counter towards us, taking the third one for himself.
Caleb spins towards the refrigerator and grabs a fourth bottle. “With honorable mention to Dani, of course…”
Dani shakes her head from the doorway. “I wasn’t even there.”
Caleb gestures her over. “With the amount Fox talked about you — yes, you were.”
“I’ll agree with that,” I laugh.
Dani’s grin spreads across her face and Fox’s head falls. “Is that so?” She steps forward and takes the bottle from Caleb.
Fox sighs. “I admit nothing.” Dani nudges his ribs and he slides one arm around her petite shoulders before planting a quick peck on her forehead.
My eyes shift between the three of them and my memories take me back to the place I never wanted to go again.
“I fucking hate sand,” I say.
Fox and Caleb give nods of agreement as the three of us bring our bottles together, clinking them once before we each take a drink.
“Does that mean you won’t be sticking around the golden coast?” he asks me.
I shrug. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that just yet. There’s still plenty of work to do out here.”
“Like what?”
I glare at Caleb. “For starters, I’m going to upgrade that atrocious security system you have in your shop.”
She scoffs. “If I even have a shop anymore…”
“I’m going to fix that problem with your bank, too.”
Her eyes narrow. “Boxcar…”
I shake my head. “Don’t argue with me, honey. My money is your money—”
“And your money isn’t even yours,” she quips.
“Eh, what’s a few numbers in a computer?” I shrug. “Besides, I still owe you for losing that arm wrestling match.”
“But I cheated.”
“Oh!” I set my bottle down. “So, you actually admit it?”
“Guys.” Fox raises his voice, silencing the two of us with little effort. He grins and shakes his head. “Nevermind.”
I clap my hands together. “All right — I have a security system to rebuild.”
“Yes, please,” Fox says. “Fix my house.”
I curl my fingers around Caleb’s hand. “We just need to run upstairs and check something real quick…”
He squints. “Boxcar.”
“It’s just a quick check of the upstairs rooms,” I say, pulling her with me towards the hall. “Location scouting for cameras and wires and all—”
“You don’t need Caleb for that.”
I gasp. “I’ll have you know, this woman is highly skilled in many things. Her expertise will
come in handy bringing this place back online.”
“Uh, yeah,” Caleb says, following my lead. “I got loads of knowledge.”
Fox heaves a defeated sigh and Dani giggles as Caleb and I round the corner and rush up the tall stairwell.
I pause at the top, suddenly torn by the multiple choices of doors but Caleb shoves me towards the second on the left. She pushes it open, revealing an ample-sized guest room with a king-sized bed.
“This will do,” I nod.
I close the door and push Caleb against it, finding her lips again as her fingers tug quickly at my belt. She wastes no time taking what she wants and I feel her fingers grip tightly around me. A quiet groan teases my throat as my cock springs to life, growing harder with each stroking touch she makes.
I drop my kisses to her neck and I feel her quiver against the door, easing closer to me as a moan starts on her tongue.
“Shh,” I chuckle. “We should probably be quiet—”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
I pull her off the door and guide her towards the bed. She falls down onto it and she raises her arms as I pull her shirt over her head. My lips find hers again before it even touches the floor. She lays back to present herself to me and I unzip her jeans with one hand, fishing my fingers into her panties while my tongue tastes her sweet lips.
Caleb sighs with pleasure as my fingers split her pink folds and I draw circles around her throbbing bud. Her hips twitch, rubbing against my hand a little harder, taking the joy she deserves. My wife writhes beneath me, inhaling quick, shallow breaths, gripping the bedspread under us with both hands and I look upon her like the goddess she is.
“Don’t stop…” she moans.
My lips curl against her perfect skin. “Like I ever could.”
I push a finger inside of her and she moans, twitching elegantly as more pleasure rocks her center. Her muscles grasp me from the inside and I imagine what it’ll feel like when my cock is finally inside of her again.
I push off and stand over her, watching her mewl as I pull her jeans off her perfect legs. She sits up and tugs on my open pants, drawing me closer to her as she slides my briefs down to expose my hard cock. I lean over her, forcing her down onto her back, sliding in place between her thighs as I crush my lips against hers.
She reaches down and grips my shaft and I groan above her as her tight fist positions me between her folds. Another moan steals her away while she rubs the hard tip on herself. I balance on my arms above her and I admire the pleasure washing over her face as she gets herself off. She bites her lip to hold back her moans and I chuckle softly at her, enjoying every splendid moment of her taking what she wants.
Her eyes sparkle with climax and she guides me inside just in time for me to feel her tightness surge along my shaft. I thrust deeper and she smiles, bucking her hips to meet me with a fast, steady rhythm.
I lean in closer and she drags her nails up my body, forcing my shirt over my head. I wince, forgetting about my wounds and she cringes.
“Sorry!” she cries.
I chuck the shirt across the room and shake my head, lowering my lips to hers again without a care in the world. Pain blends with pleasure. Desire overwhelms everything. My dick swells, throbbing wildly inside of her with each hard thrust. Inside of Caleb Fawn, the stone-cold warrior woman who never wanted anything to do with me but I couldn’t get enough of her. But now, I’ve done the impossible.
I made her fall in love with me.
She throws her head back and moans my name. “Boxcar…”
I adjust the movement, thrusting upward because I know what it does to her. Like a damn magician, I give the most subtle flick of my wand and miracles dance in front of her eyes. She digs her nails into my back, driving my passions for her. I kiss her again, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth, and she breaks beneath me, coming so hard even I see stars.
I grip her body and fuck her a little harder until she brings me down. I come inside of her, embraced in her warmth and she covers my face and neck with soft kisses to keep me from falling apart.
My exhausted body collapses onto the bed beside her and she rolls over to face me. I study her eyes, just waiting for that moment when panic rises up and overwhelms her. Any second now, she’ll sit up, her fingers will twitch, and guilt will drive her to find her panties as fast as humanly possible.
“Caleb?” I whisper.
She blinks slowly and heaves a thick breath. “Boxcar?” A smile trembles across her lips. Her eyes never leave mine, seemingly content and satisfied.
Any moment now…
Caleb shifts up and my heart sinks as the horrible prophecy takes shape in my mind. I close my eyes, preparing for the worst, then I feel her head settle against my shoulder and her soft touch lands on my chest.
“I love you, Mr. Boxcar.”
I laugh so hard it hurts.
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UNTOUCHED:
A BAD BOY MMA ROMANCE
MIDWEST ALPHAS | BOOK 1
TABATHA KISS
Copyright © 2015 by Tabatha Kiss
All Rights Reserved.
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without written permission from the author.
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All characters detailed within are eighteen years of age or older.
No characters engaging in sexual acts are blood-related.
All sex scenes take place after the protagonist
has reached legal age (18) and all sexual activity
detailed within is consensual.
WARNING: This novel contains explicit descriptions of
erotic and sexual acts that some may find offensive,
including perverse adult language.
Reader discretion advised.
UNTOUCHED:
A BAD BOY MMA ROMANCE
MIDWEST ALPHAS | BOOK 1
BY TABATHA KISS
I thought I wanted my stepbrother, but then I met his cousin.
I’ve been banished for bad behavior.
Exiled away to some farmhouse out in the middle of Hickville, Missouri to be set straight by my ex-cop step-uncle, Charlie.
I miss Chicago. I miss my friends. Above all, I miss my bad boy stepbrother, Rick. The only person in the world that wants me around.
Charlie has three rules:
1. Put everything back where you found it.
2. Don’t leave the house without supervision.
3. Stay away from his son, Tobias.
He’s untouchable.
In more ways than one.
I walked in on Tobias changing.
It was a total accident, but I didn’t cover my eyes.
It wasn’t his perfect body that kept me from looking away.
It was the bruises.
They were everywhere, like red and blue paint splattered across his ribs and arms.
He’s hiding something but he’s not telling.
Luckily, I’m not too keen on living by the rules.
I follow him underground — literally — and catch him going head to head with some of the most vicious fighters in the country.
The Midwest Alphas. An illegal MMA fighting tournament.
Tobias is the local favorite to win it all.
But there’s something he wants more than to be the Alpha champion…
And he’s looking right at me.
Chapter 1
Who Are You?
My stepfather turns the wheel and we travel off the highway onto a dirt road. The car rocks back and forth along the unstable drive and the contents of my stomach shift from moti
on sickness I never knew I had.
Six hours. It’s been six hours in this hot, muggy car, driving farther south than I’ve ever wanted to be in my entire life. Chicago is my home and I miss it more and more with every mile we travel. The last thing I want to do is spend the summer down in Bumfuck, Missouri, but like they said, I have no choice in the matter.
The farm comes into view as the fluorescent headlights illuminate it in the darkness. I cringe. It looks exactly as I expected it to, with a big, white house and an ugly, red barn at the far end of the driveway. Ugh, it even smells like it looks. Like dirt, mold, and dead things.
The car stops and my mother and stepfather exchange a quick glance in the front seat. She’s barely looked at me in days, even when I begged her to speak to me. She’s weak, always has been. I know that this was all my stepfather’s idea, and like the submissive, doting wife she is, she never questioned it for a second.
My stepfather steps outside the car and slams his door before wandering back to the trunk. I lean forward, taking the only opportunity I have left.
“Mom, please,” I beg her. “You don’t have to do this. Just give me one more chance and I—”
The door next to me opens and I look up into the dark eyes of my stepfather, Thomas. He holds my suitcase in one hand. “Get out, Claire.”
I turn back to my mother. Her eyes are down, on the brink of tears. “Mom, say something,” I tell her.
“Claire, get out of the car.”
I ignore him and reach out to my mother. “Mom—” His hand grips my arm to pull me out. I snatch my purse off the seat beside me. “Mom!”
She covers her face with her hands as I’m forced out on to the gravel driveway. Thomas closes the door behind us, casting her face into total darkness.
“Come on,” he growls. He keeps his grip on me and tugs me along with him towards the dark, white house. A dim lamp lights the porch above the scratched front door, painted red to match the eyesore of a barn across the gravel driveway.
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