by Cooke, J. S.
Kane
J. S. Cooke
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Table of Contents
Description
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
About Me
Acknowledgement
Description:
Two brothers, one woman. Two fighters and one fight. The story of a first love, a lost love, and a family conflict that would tear them all apart.
Editing and Book Errors:
This book has been professionally edited but as we’re all humans, sometimes errors happen, so if you find any mistakes and would like to help me make this book a better experience for everyone, I’d be happy to hear from you at [email protected]
WARNING: This book contains graphic language, sex and violence. It is intended for Mature readers only.
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The names of characters, places and events are all products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, or to events, organizations and locations is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form (electronic, printed, recorded or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.
Copyright © 2015 J. S. Cooke
Published by J. S. Cooke Books
__ Chapter 1 __
KANE
“Mr. Diaz, is it true that your family has ties to a drug cartel in Michoacán?” The reporter smiled as she said it. She looked pretty satisfied with herself.
They rarely threw a question at me that I had difficulty answering. Jacob had warned me they would get more personal as I won more fights and became more recognizable. I wasn’t expecting that one. “No ma’am, that’s not true,” I lied, sort of. “Next please.” I pointed at a woman next to her from the Daily News.
“Kane, it took you six years to get where you are today, to your first title fight. Has it been worth the struggles?” It was one week before the biggest fight I’d ever had and I was in front of a microphone, giving a press conference. I remembered six years earlier how bad my English was and how the thought of speaking in front of so many people would have caused a full-blown panic attack. Now it was almost like second nature and my accent was barely there any longer. Has it been worth it? It had been fun and exciting and the hardest work I’d ever done in my life. I’d made friends who always had my back, but like anyone else, I’d given up some things to make it there. I’d never thought of it in that context before. I had been fighting with the MMA club in Las Vegas for almost three years. The three years before that I spent working out and training and fighting underground to get where I was. It would be my first title fight. I knew that I was ready. I knew that I had the best trainer in the country and I knew I had the support of my team. I was confident, bordering on cocky. Other than my father who had been there with me to witness the transition, this “Blanco Mexicano” would be barely recognizable to anyone back home. Was it worth it? I guess that would have to be measured in what I gave up to get there.
My mind traveled back to the beginning, back to remote folds of the Sierra Madre del Sur and Alicia…Home…The things I’d given up to follow my dream.
I spent a year trying to work up my nerve to ask Alicia out. When I finally did, she asked me what had taken me so long. She was always so direct and I loved that about her. I never had to guess where I stood with Alicia. Everything she said was spoken from her heart.
Her smile was gorgeous and just the sight of it brightened my day, no matter how badly the rest of it had gone. I never had any money so for our first date I took her on a picnic. We both had the day off work. When that happened mid-week, we were supposed to go to school, but neither of us had been for weeks so it didn’t seem to matter. School was an afterthought in Michoacán to just about everyone. We all had dreams, but most of us held no real belief that we’d ever get off the mountain.
For our second date, we actually got to see a movie. My brother Cruz arranged for one of his friends to take us from the mountain village we lived in, nearly ten thousand feet in the sky, down to town. He also gave me sixteen pesos which is the equivalent to about ten US dollars. It was a small fortune to me at the time. I worked in the opium fields like everyone else in the village. The money I earned went to my Papa who paid the bills and fed us with it. I never saw any of it, but that was our life. Cruz stopped working in the poppy fields when he was about fourteen. Instead he worked for the cartel. He ran drugs. They used him to smuggle them back and forth across the border. He didn’t keep it a secret and he and my father came to a point where they tired of arguing so instead they barely spoke. To my Papa, Armando Joaquin Leandro Diaz, cultivating the fields to feed the addictions of rich white Americans was a necessary evil to feed our family. People outside of our village had a hard time understanding a man sending his children in to do work like that, but it was indeed necessary. The opium fields were planted on steep grades of slippery clay and silt. It made standing upright difficult for a full-grown person. On occasion an adult would tumble down the hillside and get injured. Being small was a definite advantage come harvest time. By the time I was seventeen I was already much larger than most, but somewhere along the way I had developed an amazing sense of balance. The villagers said I moved like a ballet dancer. As a boy who wanted to be seen as tough. I wasn’t happy with that analogy. The fact was I was light on my feet, limber and energetic, so even though I was large I could keep working. Years later as I looked back on it and thought about the lives ruined by those fields, I was no longer proud of that. But then I didn’t know any better. The mosaic of color blankets on that hillside, the emerald green stalks with the pink, purple and white flowers was the prettiest thing in our village besides Alicia. Most days she was there working right alongside me.
My brother Cruz was too big for the fields by the time he was fourteen. That was when he chose to work for the men who sold the drugs we harvested instead. My father found that unacceptable. Mostly because of the violence that went along with all of that, but also because as long as we were only working in the fields he could pretend it was no different than sending us to harvest any other crop. Cruz called him a hypocrite, among other things. Cruz and my father never got along so it was just one more thing my brother could use against him. Cruz is only a year older than me. Until he was six he lived with his mother. When she died he came to live with us. I didn’t get the concept of my father having two families until I was a lot older. For years it was hard for me to understand why Cruz hated him so much. They fought constantly, sometimes with their fists, until Papa kicked him out of the house. Cruz didn’t give a shit. He moved in with his street rat friends and his life became a series of parties and violence. He was still my big brother however, and even with all he was involved in, he did his best to stay in touch and take care of me when he could. I was simultaneously in awe of and intimidated by him.
That day Cruz gave me the pesos and said, “Hey Pappy, Toque de que antes de que alguien más lo haga,” as he ran his dark, lustful eyes over my girl. He’d called me Pappy since I was a baby. Loosely translated the rest of what he said meant, “Tap that before someon
e else does.”
I didn’t tap it as Cruz had so vulgarly put it that day, but two months into our relationship, she invited me to her home for lunch and my hopes were high. Her parents were at work and would be until the sun went down. Her brothers and sisters were either at school or in the fields. We had the house and the day to ourselves. She’d made me tapas and refried beans. It was delicious, but I think anything would have been, as long as I got to look at her while I ate it. I remember she was wearing a yellow dress that day. Her light caramel colored skin contrasted beautifully with it and her jet black hair shone in the light and bounced around her shoulders each time she moved her head. Her eyes were light deep pools of chocolate and I had the feeling I could get lost in them for days.
After an hour long meal and talking about what we wanted to do when we finally made it out of the village, I had worked up the nerve to slip up behind her as she stood at the sink washing dishes. I didn’t give myself time to think about it and let the doubts creep in. I put my hands on her tiny waist and pressed my lips into her soft, fragrant neck. She froze as I did so, but made no move to escape as I planted short gentle kisses all over it. She leaned back into me and I was suddenly afraid she’d be angry or disappointed when she felt my erection. I’d never been with a woman before. All I knew about it came from my brother who was never gentle in his discussion of the birds and the bees.
The more she arched into me and moaned, the braver I got. I slid my hands up and cupped the sides of her breasts. I fondled them through her dress and bra. I thought I was in heaven. My inexperienced cock was pressing so hard against the front of my pants I was afraid it was going to rip them wide open. I was amazed at the way her nipples seemed to harden underneath my touch. It only fed my desire to touch her. Cruz had told me that girls liked it when you played with them. I hoped that was accurate because I sure as hell didn’t want to let them go. The harder her nipples got, the harder she pushed back into me. She was actually rubbing her backside against my hard cock and making it ache that much more.
Growing braver still, I left my left hand on a breast and my right hand slid down to rub across the front of her flat belly. I rubbed up and down while still palming that hard nipple, getting bolder and going lower with each rub. I was pulling the skirt of her dress up inch by inch as I did. Her moaning was getting louder and her breaths shorter by the time I had it up around her waist. I quickly brushed my hand across her mound.
“Oh! Eso se siente tan bien!” It felt good, so I went even lower. I let my fingers sweep across the wet crotch of her cotton panties. I let them trace the outline of her swollen lips. I was the one moaning and rubbing my crotch shamelessly into her. I felt her soft hand cover the back of mine and for a second I feared she wanted me to stop. She didn’t. She used that hand to guide me. She wanted more, and I was so ready to give it to her. I rubbed her harder and faster. I was so into it that it took me half a second to realize she’d reached her left hand back and found the hard bulge in the front of my pants. I gasped loudly as she began rubbing it in time with my attack on her sweet, wet pussy.
“Llévame a la cama,” she said. Music to my ears. She wanted me to take her to her room. I would have taken her anywhere at that moment. I spun her around to face me and she smiled. Everything inside of me liquefied. She took my hand. I led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. I wasn’t sure where her room was, but the house wasn’t that big. As we passed the sofa I felt her stop. I turned to look at her and she gave me a mischievous grin before dropping down onto it. She patted the space next to her and I sat down, immediately leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips. She melded into me as we kissed. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that I wanted to taste her. I teased her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth. I slid my tongue in and probed around until I found hers. Neither of us had ever experienced an open mouthed kiss. I felt like rocket ships were exploding inside my head.
I suddenly had to touch her again. I moved my hand up to her breast and resumed fondling and massaging and caressing it. I slowly began pulling at the buttons on the front of her dress. She let me struggle with it momentarily before her soft hands came up and joined mine. She deftly unbuttoned them with one hand and I felt like the clumsiest, not quite a man in the world. I didn’t let that stop me from going after the bra as soon as the dress was out of the way. It was thick and cotton, but one layer closer to the flesh I was aching to touch. Her nipples were so hard that they looked like they might punch through the cotton of the bra. I was having a ball running my fingers over them and feeling them pucker as I did. I was so excited I was afraid I might come in my pants, so I tried to pick up the pace. I let my fingers slide down underneath the cup of her bra. Her skin was firm and smooth and when my fingers came into contact with her nipple my cock physically hurt. Her fingers were unbuttoning my shirt as I explored underneath her bra, tweaking and twirling that nipple. She stripped my shirt off me and began to run her fingers across my naked chest. I was having a hard time breathing. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.
We kissed again. As we kissed, Alicia slid one hand behind her back and popped the clasp loose, letting the first live pair of breasts I’d ever seen fall out. They would stay burned into my memory, maybe forever. I was almost too mesmerized to touch them.
“Put your mouth on them, Kane.” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. I looked up at her face and she smiled. “Suck them, Kane. Kiss them.” I wasn’t sure how to do it exactly, but I did what she asked and I realized that I loved it. I was soon licking and sucking her huge, dark, hard nipples as if it was something I did every day. She was running her hands through my hair and making noises that let me know I was doing it right, or at least okay.
“¡Sí! Oh! ¡Se siente tan bien!” She told me it felt good. I kept going for it and upped the ante by letting my right hand wander back down to the sweet, wet spot between her legs. I rubbed my fingers up and down across her crotch and fed off her soft, sexy moans. She sat back further into the couch, opening her legs wider, encouraging me to take it further. I slid my other hand down and used it to move her panties to the side. My right hand got the pleasure of feeling its first pussy. Jesus, she felt so good.
“Oh shit!” Her hands were back on the front of my pants. She was circling my erection with her fingers and stroking up and down. It felt so incredible that I didn’t want her to stop, but I’d never been so afraid of coming in my life. I masturbated like any other teenage boy on a regular basis. Some days I could make it last for a long time. That day I was sure it wasn’t going to be the case. Partly to distract her and partly because I was practically dying to touch her, I slid two fingers into her wetness.
“¡Oh Dios mío!” She screamed out. I was grateful there were no close neighbors. Alicia was not a quiet lover. Once again I wasn’t sure what to do. As I massaged the inner folds of her vagina she moved her hips and moaned loudly, alternatively calling out my name and calling for God. I assumed I was doing it right. I kept up a gentle, steady rhythm, diving in and out of her. I could feel resistance and I knew enough to know that she was a virgin. I hadn’t doubted it, but at that moment I was struck with what an honor the gorgeous girl was bestowing on me. She was breathing deeply and writhing about against my fingers. I couldn’t tell any longer if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling.
“Am I hurting you, Alicia?”
“Oh no! No Kane! Don’t stop! Go faster.”
I did as she asked and it wasn’t long before she was shaking and quivering and fluids were rushing over my fingers. I slid my fingers out and looked at her pretty face. She was flushed and her long hair was sticking to the sweat that lined her brow. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. When I pulled my face back she smiled.
__ Chapter 2 __
KANE
Alicia was panting hard. I knew that she’d come. I wasn’t sure what move to make next. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to feel what it was like to be inside a woman.
/> “I don’t know how to describe that. It was beautiful. You make me feel so special, Kane.”
“You are special, Alicia. You’re the most special person I’ve ever known.” She smiled again and then she took me by the hand and stood up. I put my arms around her from behind and felt her gorgeous tits again as she walked us down the hall and to her bedroom. She shared her bedroom with both of her younger sisters. It was painted pink and there were two small beds and a crib. She led me to the bed closest to the wall and we both quietly finished stripping off the rest of our clothes. She looked shy all of a sudden and her eyes widened when I dropped my shorts and my hard cock sprang out.
“Can I touch it?” she asked.
I grinned. “As much and as often as you want.”
She took it in both of her hands and slid them up and down the erect shaft. She used her fingers to feel and stroke the head. I felt it throbbing and twitching in her hands. I was begging it inside my head not to come yet. I was going to be crushed if I couldn’t be inside of her. I was moaning. She smiled and said, “I like the way it feels.”
In a voice that barely had enough oxygen to speak I said, “So do I.”
I let her play with it until I couldn’t stand it for a second longer and then I gently laid her back on the bed and lay down next to her. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply as her breasts crushed into my chest. I rubbed my pelvis into hers, letting my hard cock tease against her wet lips. Her eyes were closed as I took it in my hand and slid the head of it into her. I rolled slightly so she was on her back and I began to move back and forth slowly and gently advancing a little more each time. Finally I felt the resistance and her eyes flew open.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Yes, but don’t stop.”
“Alicia…”
She reached around and grabbed the cheeks of my butt and pushed me down. I felt something pop. She cried out. I froze. I didn’t want to hurt her.
