by Lana Lachlan
As she studied the action, her head went from one side to the other to follow the action. “It must hurt.”
Gage inwardly smiled at her interest. “The idea is to avoid getting hit in the first place.”
She frowned. “I saw you hit that man.”
“He didn’t keep his gloves up which cost him.”
The frown gave way to a grin. “Oh, I see. And you do this all the time?”
“I’m a trainer so yeah, I do this when I’m not at the club. We’re getting him ready for a major fight.”
Bullock landed another cross, sending the kid to the canvas. She squealed in delight. “Omigosh.”
“This isn’t suitable for you, princess. Let’s take it outside.”
“Pleeease can I watch?”
“Go on, Boss, let her watch,” Bullock laughed, beaming down at her like he’d won the lottery. “I’ll show her what a man can do.”
“She’s not interested in what you can do, blockhead. Now get back to work and go easy on your partner.”
The Bull grinned and pivoted, missed his step and fell into a lucky punch from the kid. With a glower at the youngster, he straightened and delivered a nasty left jab.
Gage had had enough of Bullock’s display. He pulled himself up on the ropes. “If you do that again, I’ll take your goddamned head off.”
The Bull grinned but Gage saw the wariness. Even the big heavyweight wouldn’t risk getting on the wrong side of a trainer who could still cut it in the ring.
“Yes, Boss.”
The girl stepped forward to get a better view. “This is fun, Mr. Gage.”
Yeah, watching Bullock beating the crap out of someone would be fun to a girl from the right side of town. Probably the only thing the fiancé ever punched was the air when his stocks went up.
Gage dropped back to the floor, took her arm and steered her toward the door. “Fun or not, you’re distracting the men.”
She was twisted around, trying to take it all in as he piloted her outside. The guys would be curious how he knew her. And envious. The girl might be a looker but that didn’t make her any less of an inconvenience.
He took her into an alcove off the alley that separated the gym from the neighboring building. For her to come all the way across town to see him meant something must have happened.
“First off, how’d you get here?”
Her green eyes were still shining. “Taxi.”
“And how did you know where to find me?”
“I called the Fortune Club and they told me.”
“So why the visit, princess?”
The emerald eyes flashed annoyance. “You know my name is Anna.”
“Okay, Anna, what are you doing here?”
She shifted around on her feet, fiddling with her bag. “I wanted to see you.”
Puzzled, he asked, “Why? Did you get another email?”
“No.”
“Has your fiancé found out?”
Suspicion narrowed her eyes. “How do you know about him?”
“I read the news. So has he?”
Her bottom lip trembled when she answered. “No and he must never know.”
“He won’t hear it from me. Now I’ve got work to do so I suggest you get a cab back to your part of town.”
He didn’t need to be so hard on the girl but there was no point in wasting time with her. Being Monday, he had the night off and as soon as he finished up here, he’d be at his favorite bar, enjoying a few beers with the guys and watching sports on the big screen. She might be a man’s wet dream but she didn’t belong with him.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Mr. Gage.”
She raised her eyes to meet his and right there, he saw her completely unmasked and he knew why she’d come. Good girls were drawn to bad men, he got that. And maybe good ole Julian Frankland the third couldn’t get it up or maybe she’d gotten bored with shopping or going to the opera and wanted a hobby. Or maybe she just liked plenty of hard cock. And yeah, it wouldn’t be any effort to back her up against the wall and relieve the tension on his zipper. Yet the voice in the back of his head told him to get his brain out of his pants and send her packing.
“You need to leave, Ms. Cabot. For all you know, the person who sent the email could’ve followed you so find a cab and go home.”
“I’m not leaving.”
The ache in his jeans and sheer frustration made his tone harsher than intended. “You should be at home, girl, fucking your stuffed shirt in his twenty-four-karat bed.”
On cue, her voice shot up in the familiar superior tone. “Don’t you talk about him like that. You don’t know anything about Julian. He’s refined and polite and considerate, everything you’re not.”
“Then why do you want stray cock?”
She curled her lip in disgust. “God, you’re crude.”
Plainly she intended to rile him into another round of what turned her on. It didn’t help the ache in his pants any. Desire rode him at the thought of her genteel white ass ripening under his hand, legs wide and cunt dripping. She wanted his badness, wanted what he could do for her, wanted what her idiot fiancé obviously couldn’t or wouldn’t give her.
Send her home, you fool. She’s trouble.
Placing his palms to the brick wall either side of her shoulders, he leaned in. “Go home, Anna, and tell your fiancé he’s a useless prick in bed. Tell him that his bride-to-be likes it rough. Tell him whatever the fuck you want as long as it’s the truth. Then maybe you and he can get busy so you’re not hanging around here looking to get your ass smacked.”
Her face turned scarlet. “I don’t like being smacked. I hate it, you gross man.”
“Yeah, I’m gross and coarse and every other word you can dream up in that pretty little head of yours. But when you roll around in the mud with lowlifes like me, that’s what you get. But you want to roll around in the mud and get dirty, don’t you princess?”
She went into denial just as he knew she would. “No.”
He slid his hand between her legs, felt her widen her stance like she couldn’t help herself. “Yes, ma’am, you want me to spank your butt and fuck your pussy right now. Am I right?”
She looked shocked by the words and but even as he stroked her, he saw her face struggling to hide the obvious.
“Am I right, girl?”
She swallowed. Turned her head from him. Finally whispered, “Yes.”
He almost felt sorry for her. “Playing with fire will get you burned, Anna. You really want to do this?”
Her answer was to push up on her toes, trying to reach his mouth with her own. He gave up. He couldn’t stop her desire any more than he could ignore his own. The princess had him so hard, he could come in his pants.
Curving his hands over her butt, he lifted her off the ground to hold her to his groin while he claimed her in a kiss. He could feel her sex rubbing against his erection, her breasts crushed against his chest and her breath hot against his as she mated her tongue with his. When he finally tore away from her mouth, they were both panting and he was done arguing over whether this was the right thing to do. This madness had to play out to its inevitable end. One night, that’s all it would be. One night. No regrets. Finished.
Putting her down, he grabbed her hand and towed her down the alley to his Harley where he held out his bike coat and spare helmet.
“Put these on.”
“Um… I’m not sure…”
“Don’t you say a damn word.”
Taking the coat between thumb and forefinger as if it had fleas, she slipped it on. He helped her with the helmet. As cute as a button all covered up in his gear but still a threat to a man’s common sense. She was trouble, no doubt about it. But trouble had dogged him his whole life and it had yet to kill him.
Climbing on the Harley, he gestured for her to get on the back.
“Where are we going?” she asked against his jacket as he kicked up the side stand and roared the engine into life.
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She clung to him for dear life as he accelerated hard down the road, keeping his eye on the rearview mirror for following vehicles. If they were being tailed, he lost them in any one of the narrow lanes he always used as shortcuts.
Pulling up in the parking lot of a motel he’d once stayed at after his prison release, he got her to wait by the bike while he went in the office. The motel wasn’t much—a minus on the rating system if truth be told—but he knew the owner could be counted on not to blab about his clientele. And except for one vehicle parked at the far end of the motel, the place was deserted.
Returning with the room keys, he grabbed his bike saddlebag and took Anna inside. She frowned at the stained, rumpled bedspread, mottled full-length mirror and scratched bedside cabinet.
“This room isn’t very nice,” she said, pulling a face. “I bet the guests don’t stay long.”
Gage chuckled. “No they don’t. They rent by the hour.”
“Oh, I see.”
She removed her coat and laid it over a chair before sitting on the end of the bed and smoothing the wrinkled bedspread within reach of her fingers. This had suddenly become real for her, he realized. She couldn’t blame the drug or explain this away as an impulsive out-of-character thing. This was straight out cheating. The poor little rich girl with a need for rough handling had put her future in a risky place. And with her sitting there all prim and proper, she made a sexy contradiction to the girl in the alley. It also told him that no matter how much she wanted his brand of sex, her opinion of him hadn’t changed any. He represented everything she disliked yet he sensed she disliked herself more. He’d never come close to a real relationship but cheating on a fiancé seemed like a case of buyer’s remorse to him. So why not get rid of him and move on? Something else had to be going on with the heiress to want this walk on the wild side.
Her gaze roamed his jeans and leather jacket. “I thought you… you’d want to get started.”
If the girl thought he’d pleasure her like a stud, she was in for a rude surprise. And while he wanted nothing more than to teach her, take her, get her off with a hard fuck, he’d decide the where, why and how of the pleasuring tonight, not this nymph with her big green eyes looking at him expectantly.
“Do you want me to undress, Mr. Gage?”
Her soft, submissive tone held challenge. On second thought, if she wanted a stud, he could do stud… with a twist.
Removing his jacket, he positioned himself in the middle of the room, folded his arms. “I want you to stand in front of the mirror.”
She looked at the mirror then at him. “Why not here?”
“Mirror.”
With a frown, she obeyed.
“Lift your dress.”
She wore a tiny lace thong, so tiny he could barely see the floss between her plump cheeks, still bearing the marks from his previous discipline.
“You been using the arnica?”
“Yes.”
“What did you tell the fiancé?”
“Mind your own business.”
The girl hadn’t lost any of her feistiness. “I guess you found some excuse about slipping on the tiles around the swimming pool and landing on your ass.”
“It was… it doesn’t matter what I told him. Anyway, do I have to stand in front of the mirror? It’s silly.”
“You do. Now take off your dress.”
Still watching him in the reflection, she untied the shoulder straps and let her dress pool at her feet.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Now the thong.”
Hooking her thumbs in her thong, she slid it down her legs and over her high heels. Gage didn’t notice where they went, he was so preoccupied by the sight of her pink slit tucked enticingly between her slim thighs. The girl knew she was beautiful, but he hadn’t expected her to be so comfortable in stripping. No shyness, no coyness, nothing but her desire for the thing she couldn’t get at home.
“Put your hair to one side so I can see you.”
When she did, he took his time to study her in detail—from her long slender neck down the graceful line of her back to her narrow waist and the gentle flare of her hips. She reminded him of one of those marble statues he’d seen in one of his great-uncle’s books. Pale and smooth and kind of aloof. She’d look sensational in a bikini with those lean curves and long, softly muscled legs. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so consumed by a woman’s body, so filled with desire to have it bared, in his hands and yeah, his to own.
“Shoes?” she asked casually, head cocked.
Before he could answer, she bent to loosen the strap of one shoe, presenting more slit to enjoy. “Leave them on,” he said hoarsely.
She straightened, hands at her sides, expression calm. He moved closer. “Open your legs.”
Wariness crept into her expression. “Shouldn’t we do this on the bed?”
He hardened his order. “Do as I say.”
Maintaining a careful eye on him, she inched her feet apart. She’d be wondering what he intended but that was part of the sexual high of submitting to a man she believed had no boundaries.
“Wider, girl.”
Awkwardly she widened her stance, struggling to hold herself upright on the stilettos.
“Lean forward and put your hands on the glass.”
“You’re obscene.”
She’d argue to the bitter end, this one would. “And you’re in need of a spanking.”
No argument to that. Only a shudder.
Satisfied she was in position for his purposes, he stripped, acutely aware of his size and strength compared to her small defenseless frame. But feeling helpless and vulnerable was part of the submissive’s pleasure and while it would be a shame to hurt that pretty little butt, he wouldn’t deny the princess her high.
Without giving her any warning, he smacked her with his open palm. Her hips jerked to the sting yet she held position for her first taste of the discipline. As a fighter and as a trainer, Gage knew exactly how the pain would be affecting her. Her body would have already flooded with adrenaline. She would instinctively want to protect herself but it wouldn’t be enough to override the euphoria she craved like a drug.
Adjusting his stance, he palmed her ass again, this time harder. She dropped her head between her outstretched arms, panting and cursing him.
“You big bully.”
He gave her a full thwack across the top of both buttocks. “Yep, that’s me.”
“I hate you doing this,” she protested forcefully.
He rubbed the scorched skin. “You hate it because it makes you feel naughty. And naughty pain feels good, doesn’t it, Anna?”
A shake of her head. “It’s horrible and cruel.”
“Be honest with yourself.”
In the mirror he saw her eyes flare with defiance.
“There’s no shame in wanting what you like, girl.”
He doubted the cultivated Ms. Cabot had ever done anything naughty in her life, except utter the occasional curse word. A good daughter, a good fiancée and soon to be a good wife. God knows how she filled her days but it sure wouldn’t be anything remotely violent unless it involved whacking a tennis ball at the country club. And she’d never confess to the upright boyfriend that she liked kink. Gage didn’t blame her for needing more than vanilla even if she couldn’t admit it to herself.
With another full-on smack to the top of her butt which brought her up with a yelp, he reached between her legs, grunting his satisfaction at the flood of juices.
Showtime.
“You ever watch dirty videos, girl?”
He might as well have asked her if she robbed banks, she looked so appalled. “Of course not. It’s indecent.”
“I’m gonna show you one now.”
Wide-eyed, she stared at his reflection in the mirror. “There’s no television.”
“Not necessary.”
“So what are you going to do?”
She sounded petulant but he also heard
her impatience to find out. He felt impatient right along with her, yet he didn’t intend to rush this, not for her sake and fuck, not for his. She had his blood boiling with lust, but he had all night and he’d need every minute of it to get her out of his system.
Securing her waist in the circle of his arm, he lifted her clear of the floor to press himself against her entrance, groaning at the feel of her sex lubricating his cockhead. Sliding in an inch, he used shallow pumps to open her ahead of his shaft while she writhed and gasped, trying to accommodate him.
“Relax for me. I’m not going to hurt your pussy.”
“You’re too big,” she complained on a huff.
“I won’t drop you and my cock’s just fine. Try.”
When he felt her body slacken, pussy muscles ease, he slid home. “Good girl.”
From the second she’d walked into the gym, his brain had been gearing up for this and she didn’t disappoint. The feel of her snug core had him aching to push. Not yet, though.
Adjusting her for the best view in the mirror, he held her on his cock with her legs dangling.
“Look at yourself, Anna.”
Her eyes fastened on his dick buried between her lips. “That is so filthy,” she whispered, two spots of color appearing high on her cheeks as though the whole thing embarrassed her. Yet she didn’t look away, not for a second.
He rasped a laugh. “Real filthy.”
Holding her steady, he withdrew all the way. The sight of his wet cock jutting out from between her legs turned her eyes to saucers. And while she stared, mesmerized by her own erotic movie, he guided himself in again. He fucked her slowly, exiting right out so she could eyeball his shaft forcing her open on each reentry. And as he cupped a breast, enjoying the weight of it in his hand, the princess’ eyes never once left the action going on between her legs. When he felt her getting close to orgasm, he got more serious with his thrusts. Holding her secure in his arm, he used his free hand to tilt her pelvis forward for the view, jerking his hips rhythmically while she panted, legs swinging to the movements. Gage watched her breasts joggling, watched his dick going in and out, but mostly he watched her watching herself being fucked by her stud.
