Top Dog_A Mafia Romance

by Rye Hart

  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE : SAM WASHINGTON

  He is ready, pulsing. I reach down and grab it, jerking him off hard. I need him to give it to me. He snarls a little and I know he’s ready to finally give in. He’s inside me within seconds. I let out a cry of relief and pleasure.

  The water makes me weightless and Hugh moves me around however he likes, cupping my ass and sliding me up and down his cock. The warmth of the water and the heat of our bodies make me wonder if the whole lake will start to boil. What a way to go.

  He leans me back and sucks on my nipples, then pulls away to tease them with his tongue. Now that he’s inside of me I can already feel my climax building. It’s almost instant with this man. I dig my nails into his back and he lets out a groan, thrusting into me harder. My body quivers as my breath grows faster. I’ve already come once but now I feel my body beginning to seize up again in that wonderful agitation that can only come from another’s expert touch. A sensation too few people will ever know.

  “Hugh, oh my god, Hugh!”

  He pounds me harder, faster, determined to make me scream.

  I shout his name again as I come, all the while with him ramming me. He doesn’t stop or slow down and I continue to quake, now even harder. My body tightens even more as I let out a primal scream, coming a second time.

  “Yeah, baby,” he praises, “That’s my girl.”

  But Hugh doesn’t slow down. I expect him to come by now too, but he’s still revving hard. I can’t seem to open my eyes and I feel like I could vanish in this very moment. Hugh pounds away, his hands tight on my ass, and even though my eyes are closed, everything becomes extremely bright inside of my head as my body bucks, almost rejecting his cock, almost trying to escape him. I have no control over any of it, not even my scream, as I come a third time.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: HUGH MADDOX

  This woman is unbelievable. I love pushing her to her limits. And this is only the beginning. She quivers atop my cock, her entire body going limp as she catches her breath. She falls against my chest and for a moment I wonder if she’s gone unconscious until I hear her let out a tiny moan. I run my fingers up her spine and she gasps.

  “That looked amazing,” I say to my little rag doll.

  “Mmmm,” she replies, running her hands down my back. “What did you do to me?”

  “We’re not done yet,” I whisper hot and wet into her ear. It sends a chill up her spine yet she relaxes into me even more.

  “I don’t know if I can keep up,” she mumbles.

  Ever so slowly, I begin to move in and out of her again. She lets out another little moan that tells me she can indeed keep up. I cradle her ass in my hands, fucking her ever so gently as her grip on me tightens. She works her hands into my hair and begins kissing my ear. When I feel her tongue slip into my ear I know she’s ready for more. And I give it to her.

  Sam throws her head back and moans. She looks so good — beyond belief. I don’t know how much more I can take. It feels as though I’ll never be able to get enough of her. And based on her multiple orgasms, I think the feeling might be mutual.

  With my hands on her ass, I go deeper, and harder into her. I could let myself go easily and finish now. But she’s tightening around me in a way that suggests she could go again.

  And I want to give it to her.

  I whisper into her ear, “Come for me, baby.”

  She whimpers, her body making all of the decisions for her.

  I slip just the tip of my pinky into her ass and she tightens around all of me, letting out a gasp. I continue moving in and out of her as her body gives in. I slide just a little more of my finger into her and she lets out an entirely new moan.

  “Yesss,” she hisses into my ear. “Yesssss…”

  This woman is a masterpiece. She gasps and quivers and I know it’s coming. I get so aroused by her groaning that I’m dying for release. She cries out for more and I put my finger all the way inside of her. And that’s all it took.

  Sam bucks wildly, climaxing for the fourth time. And now it’s my turn too.

  I give it all to her, our screams mingling throughout the forest as we come together.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: SAM WASHINGTON

  I’m not sure how long we are there in the water, enmeshed, giving ourselves to each other, healing our pasts. But when we finish it feels almost like a post-coital resurrection. Hugh wraps his arms around me and squeezes me so tightly that any more would be uncomfortable.

  But it’s perfect.

  “You’re perfect,” I say, raising my head to look into his eyes.

  “We’re perfect,” he replies, kissing me gently and sighing. “But I have some bad news.”

  “Great. Okay, give it to me.”

  “It’s much colder getting out than it was getting in.”

  “Then let’s stay a little longer.” As I lay my head against his chest.

  “So, what did you mean about there being no going back.”

  “I knew that I was about to cross a line. You have such a strong hold on me — I never want to let you go.” Hugh reaches for my chin, pulling my head up to meet his gaze. “You’d have to cross a line of your own. Be with me, or go. Whatever you choose, I’d love you.”

  “It doesn’t feel like I have a choice,” I say.

  It was the best feeling in the world. It felt like all the stars were aligned this very moment. There was no way not to love Hugh Maddox.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX : HUGH MADDOX

  We spend the next two days jumping each other’s bones every chance we get while preparing for the move.

  Yep, that’s right. I’ve decided to go back to New York. When we got back from the hot springs I kind of lost it for a couple of hours in a flurry of activity. First of all, I shaved. Then I drove into town where I had cell service and called my agent. He could not believe it was me. We hadn’t spoken in years.

  I told him I was coming home and it was time for him to find a new fight for me.

  Not surprisingly, given that this would be the biggest comeback story in mixed martial arts history, he was overjoyed.

  Sam loves the idea even more than he does. She knows I have all the money we’ll ever need, but she’s a city girl. I know she would stay out here if I asked, but I’m not going to ask. She has awakened something in me and I’ve got the urge to go back and take what’s mine. I never lost that title, I just gave it up.

  Oh, and she’s going to write it up as the climax of the whole story. This might be a career maker for her.

  She says her place is big enough for us both, but we can look for somewhere new if we want. I honestly don’t care about any of that shit. I’m just happy that I get to be with her.

  Someone said once that if the people you love love you back, then you’re a success. That made sense to me then, and it makes way more sense to me now.

  There really wasn’t too much to do to get out of the cabin. I was going to hold onto it, and leaving didn’t mean much more than locking the doors and driving away, which is exactly what we did.

  Now we’re on an airplane headed back to New York.

  “Everyone knows who you are,” says Sam. “You should have shaved that beard ages ago.”

  “Why? For the deer?”

  She’s right, though. I’ve been away, but I might still be the most recognizable fighter in the world. But the attention I’m getting—most of it meant to be subtle, most of it actually turning out to be anything but subtle, particularly from women—feels weird now. I’m not used to it anymore and in all honesty my cup is full with Sam, and knowing that she’s all mine.

  “Oh my God, I love the way women are looking at you,” she says when we hit cruising altitude.

  “What? Why?”

  She squeezes my arm and leans her head on my shoulder. “Because I know they can’t have you and I’ve got you all to myself. Is that bitchy of me?”

  “Yes. You’re absolutely awful. Never change, little monster.”

  That night
we crash at her place, exhausted, but not too exhausted for thirty minutes in the shower and another hour in her bed, which is just a little too small for me. I worried that the noises of the city might bug me after my years of solitude, but they’re surprisingly comforting. I needed to leave for a while, but it looks like I didn’t need to leave for good.

  I feel like I’m home - in my town and with Sam.

  They are both my home now.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: SAM WASHINGTON

  The week we get back is a blur. Hugh spends a lot of time meeting with the upper brass at fighting headquarters and setting up a new training camp. He says he only needs about fourteen weeks to get through a full fighting camp. Apparently they’re going to let him challenge for the title right away.

  I can’t wait to see him back on top. I almost forget about my own job. Trinity is absolutely bonkers for this story. She’s wants me to write it all long form, from the first meeting we had about it, to searching for the missing fighter, to finding him, to the sex, to the falling in love, to the return to New York and the road to the title fight.

  If you ask me, The Inner Eye has already made too much of a mark on the world, and I’m no longer so concerned about pleasing my boss. I reject the idea of a full story that reveals the one on one moments I had with Hugh; instead I tell Trinity I will only write it if our private moments are left out. I was still holding my end of the bargain and I wanted to keep those beautiful memories between Hugh and I just that – between us. Trinity has no choice but to accept my ultimatum because Hugh won’t allow anyone to write his story but the person who knows him the most - me.

  After the first week, things settle down a little. I take some time off from the office to write from home. Hugh puts in two training sessions a day at the gym and is otherwise at home. Sometimes we cuddle. Sometimes we treat each other’s bodies like jungle gyms. Sometimes we sit and work in companionable silence and it all feels perfect.

  One night he says he’s got a big surprise for me. “Dress up, kiddo,” he says. “I’ve got something that’s going to blow your mind.”

  I put on my nicest dress—one of the perks of having Hugh around is that I have someone to model for, and now. I don’t even have a guess as to what the big surprise might be.

  The reality turns out to be far more surprising than anything I could have imagined, however. We take a cab to an address that sounds like nothing to me. When we get out, Hugh gestures at an ugly warehouse and says, “Voilà!”

  There’s a sign out front that says “Coin Convention. Numismatists only.”

  I start laughing so hard I almost fall out of my high heels. “Stay upright,” he says. “If you mess up that dress you’re going to miss the chance to blow these guys’ minds.”

  I don’t know what he’s up to. I don’t even care. Every moment with him is surprising, and I know how rare that is.

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: HUGH MADDOX

  Earlier that morning, I couldn’t believe it when I saw an advert for the coin convention outside the gym. It was on one of those terrible circular pamphlets, tacked to a telephone pole next to ads for missing cats and vegan meetups.

  My only plan tonight is to make her laugh, and that’s already going swimmingly. But I don’t want to make anyone feel stupid, so when we step onto the coin expo floor, I do my best to look respectful. We all need our obsessions. We all need something to keep us off the streets. These guys … need coins.

  Then Sam grabs my arm and hisses. “Oh my God! That’s Owen!”

  It’s too perfect.

  “Where?” I say.

  “He’s over in the corner at the table with the blue awning. Look! Not so fast! Be subtle!”

  Being subtle isn’t working. Even in this crowd, it’s obvious that everyone knows who I am. My face is plastered all over building-sized billboards all over the city. The upcoming fight is getting even more press that my agent had predicted. It’s going to be huge.

  Sam takes my arm and starts walking towards Owen’s table. He looks like a smart guy. A little rumpled. A little…little. Definitely smooth-handed, callus free, and probably decent, but I can’t forget that this guy made Sam question her worth and run all the way out to Washington to get away from her thoughts. Still, that led her to meeting me, so I owed him in that respect, I guess.

  Sam surprises me when she strides right up to him. “Owen!” she says, putting a little snarl in her voice.

  He looks up quickly.

  “Sam, what are you doing here?”

  I stop walking and observe. I don’t like the tone this dweeb is taking.

  “I just, um,” Sam stammers.

  “We’re not getting back together. You need to give me my space. That was always your problem.” Owen continues, “Well, one of your problems. Honestly, I don’t know where to begin…”

  “That’s enough,” I say, stepping in between him and Sam.

  His eyes dart to me and his mouth drops open. It’s like something you only see in comic strips. His jaw practically hits the floor.

  “Hugh,” he mutters. He looks at Sam. “Did you bring him here to hurt me?”

  Sam doesn’t know what to say. She’s baffled by the entire exchange.

  “No, Owen. Of course not. I’m not mad at you,” she says.

  “Owen,” I begin, “I don’t want to kick your ass. I want to thank you. I would never have met the most amazing woman in the world without you,” I say with a big grin plastered on my face. “I honestly didn’t think a woman like Sam could exist,” I add, pulling her to me.

  Owen’s mouth is still hanging open as he looks from me to Sam and back to me.

  “Uh, sure,” he stammers.

  And with that, Sam and I make our exit.

  “I love you. That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “I’ll show you something sweeter when I get you home,” I say.

  CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: SAM WASHINGTON

  When we get home I drag Hugh into the bedroom.

  “Do you want to see the greatest thing?” I say.

  “Sure, show me what you’ve got there little lady,” he says with a mischievous grin.

  “Mhmmm...there will be plenty of time for that after- first I want to show you something I’ve got locked away.” I get out of bed and go to the hallway closet. I take out the box with Owen 2.0. I tiptoe back to the doorway. “Close your eyes,” I say.

  “They’re already closed.”

  “Keep them closed, then.” I silently stalk across the floor until I’m at his side. When he opens his eyes I wave Owen 2.0 wildly in his face.

  “What the hell?” He sits up and puts a pillow over his face. “Keep that thing away from me!”

  I feel like if I start laughing I’ll never be able to stop, so instead I swat him across the thighs with Lacey’s gift.

  He doesn’t even try not to laugh. He throws the pillow away, grabs the vibrator out of my hands, goes to the window, and dangles it outside. He’s laughing so hard that I’m worried he’s going to fall out. “Get away from the window!” I scream. “You’re going to die!”

  He looks at the vibrator. “You really want it that bad?”

  “No! I just don’t want you to die, you oaf!”

  “Then come clean, quick. Why did I open my eyes to find you wielding this thing at me?”

  “Come back to bed. I’ll tell you. You can leave him there.”

  “Him?” Hugh smiles, drops the vibrator on the bedroom floor, and comes back to bed. He pulls the covers up to his chin. “I’m just protecting myself, in case you have any more surprises in store for me.”

  “No, but I’ll give you the story. Right after I dumped Owen, I had drinks with Lacey.”

  “You don’t say.”

  “I do. And Lacey, to help me get over my problems, caring soul that she is, gave me a little present.”

  “And that’s it, I presume?”

  “Oh yeah. Want to hear its name?”

  “I assumed it was named Hug
h.”

  “Close. That was the gadget formerly known as Owen 2.0.”

  Hugh snorts. “I bet Owen would love to hear that. We should have taken it tonight. You could have waved it in his face like you did in mine.”

  “But that’s not the real story,” I say. I love it that Hugh can joke this easily. There is nothing like a man who is so secure that he doesn’t need to flaunt or exaggerate his own masculinity.

  “Do tell.”

  “I’m getting there.” I lean over and give him a kiss. He sighs and burrows deeper into his pillow. “So, you know that night at the cabin when you were out hitting the bag? The first time when I was there?”

  “I remember it well. I was out there because there was a woman in my bed upstairs. I wanted to sneak in and do something savage to her.”

  “Oh, I could tell. What you might not know is that I was feeling the same way. I watched you from that window for a long time while you were out there.”

  “Okay. And what was it that you saw, fair maiden?”

  “I saw a lot. I saw everything you did to that bag, and then I saw you touching yourself.”

  “Ha! You little pervert. You enjoyed the show, then?”

  “Oh, very much. And not only that, I masturbated the whole time I watched you. I couldn’t believe it was happening. That was the hardest orgasm I had ever had, until…you know...”

  He raises himself up on one elbow and opens his eyes. “No, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

  “Well,” I say, mimicking his posture and lowering my voice. “It just so happens that shortly after that, I ran into a big dicked freak in the basement who cured me of all my innocent ways.”

  “He sounds amazing.”

  “Oh, he is. And he was. That was a good lesson for me to learn that night.”

  “And now you know it all?” he says, putting his hand on my thigh and sliding it upwards. I’m getting wet instantly.