ROMANCE: MENAGE ROMANCE: Tapped and Taken by Two (Pregnancy Sports MMA UFC Fighter Romance) (Alpha Male Romance)

by Maxi MacNair

  “You don’t talk about her like that.” Lucas said, stepping a little closer to him.

  The guy laughed. “It’s Bristol’s biggest fan!” His friends looked a little worried though.

  As they should, because the next thing that happened was Lucas’s fist meeting frat bro’s jaw. It turned into a full on brawl, the two friends piling on Lucas. They didn’t have training, but when the first frat boy wobbled to his feet there were three of them. He held his own, for a while, but then someone waded in to break it up just as the first frat boy dropped Lucas to the ground with a pool cue to the knee. The other two of his opponents got two good punches in his gut before someone dragged him away and a few others stepped in front of the other guys.

  Without a word Lucas brushed himself off, paid his tab with a hell of a tip, and limped home.

  When he got home he looked in the mirror and saw that those last two punches had given him a black eye and a bit of a bloody nose. He opened up the medicine cabinet and immediately thought about what Bristol was doing right now. Given the time of night she was probably just about to go on stage, and Lucas could hardly stand not being there to protect her.

  * * *

  D.C. to Boston to four days and two shows in New York. Philadelphia, Virginia Beach, Charlotte. Three days in Atlanta, then Orlando, Tampa, a week in Miami. Bristol was busy with rehearsing, travelling, talking with her lawyer. The stress made her miss her period a month into the tour.

  She considered sleeping with someone else while she was on tour. Touring was always a whirlwind of parties, and she had always experienced it as someone in a relationship. Now she was single and on top of the world. Her lighting designer was fit and hot, she’d known him for years, and he’d broken up with his longtime girlfriend this summer. One night, she almost invited him back to her bus, but then she thought of Lucas, and suddenly the thought of her lighting designer didn’t seem as appealing. She had the same battery operated pleasure she’d been using for years instead of Ricky, though these days she couldn’t help but mostly fantasize about Lucas and his dragon tattoos. One night, she reminded herself, but what was the harm in thinking of him as she pleasured herself in her hotel room? Nothing.

  Miami marked six weeks on tour, only two more before she flew back to LA, back to her house which would feel empty without Ricky, though not in a bad way. She’d had a late night and even though it was almost eleven in the morning, she still lay in bed that morning. Heartburn and nausea…the night before hadn’t been that rough. She couldn’t figure why she felt so sick. She’d been so tired the past few weeks, she’d even forgone her swim last night in the hotel pool. So much for the wild tour parties as a single woman. She called for room service, thinking food might help, but the scent of the eggs, bacon, and toast sent her reeling to the bathroom. Ugh. Food poisoning? She hoped she didn’t need to cancel her show. She’d never done it before, and didn’t want to let her fans down.

  By mid afternoon she was feeling better, and that night, she played to a sold out arena by the beach. She went to bed early, for her, a little after midnight. She wasn’t feeling sick, but she had no energy left by the time she got to her dressing room.

  The next morning she woke up sick again, but this time she was on the bus, so her assistant Kelly heard her.

  The morning after went the same way as they headed toward the next city in the tour bus.

  It took Kelly to put two and two together. While Bristol was dressing for the night’s show, donning her first costume (a floor length gown in red sequins, low cut and with lots of boob padding) the girl came in.

  “Bris, I have to ask you. Are you pregnant?”

  Bristol laughed. “No way.”

  “Just checking. Have you seen a doctor, then? I’m worried about you with the throwing up.”

  “It’s nothing, I’m fine right after. Probably nerves about the divorce.” The press picked up on her not wearing her ring, and she’d been forced to make a statement, talking about how she and Ricky still cared very much for each other, and were both devastated they hadn’t been able to make the marriage work. In tandem with this were tabloid photos of Ricky and Samantha, all over the city of LA. Making out at a baseball game. Making out at night clubs. Making out in a fancy restaurant; Bristol needed to cut off the credit cards Ricky still had access to.

  Kelly’s question stuck a burr in Bristol’s mind, though. Was she pregnant? The condom did break. But she and Ricky tried for years, with Bristol timing her cycles and trying the positions they said would get her pregnant. She cut out alcohol, tried prenatal vitamins, eased up on her workouts. Nothing. Ricky wasn’t heartbroken at her inability to conceive, but she certainly was. Bristol couldn’t be too sad though, the energy she wanted to put into being a mom she put into writing music and resurrecting her career.

  Bristol felt like an idiot.

  She needed a pregnancy test. She needed a doctor. She tried to keep stock of all the drinks she’d had over the past six weeks. Not a lot compared to most of the other performers on tour with her, but you weren’t supposed to drink anything when you were a mama.

  After the show, she put on dark glasses, tucked a scarf over her red hair, and snuck out to a CVS, where she bought two pregnancy tests. The clerk gave her a weird look, but didn’t say anything as she paid with cash.

  Back in the bus, locked in the bathroom, she peed on both sticks.

  Both gave her the same answer.

  Congratulations, Mama.

  * * *

  She picked up the phone to call Lucas. Decided to text him instead. Got as far as hey you, then decided she should sleep on it. Accidentally though she pressed send.

  His text back was almost immediate. Hi what’s up?

  Bristol was a bundle of nerves. She wasn’t ready to talk about this with Lucas; she could barely comprehend it herself.

  Had a really good show tonight. Tired but looking forward to getting home again.

  Ya I bet, everything okay with you?

  Ya, I honestly couldn’t be happier. When I get back I need to you lend me a few new books though.

  Sound great

  It was true, she thought as she put her phone away. She was really happy. And not just because of the good show. She touched her stomach. She’d wanted a baby so badly in her twenties, but in recent years decided it was something of a blessing she and Ricky hadn’t conceived. She was in a pretty good spot. She had resurrected her career and done more than anyone expected her to. Now she could be a single mama. She had the money, that was for sure. She hoped for a little girl.

  Goodnight, she texted Lucas before rolling over and going to sleep in her bed on the tour bus.

  5

  Bristol’s flight came in at 2:25. Lucas checked his watch a hundred times, got to LAX at one, and spent an hour and a half pacing the airport on the boring side of security. Flight was on time, no delays. She flew first class, so she’d be one of the first passengers off. He’d driven himself instead of using her driver. Even though it had just been the one night, he was excited to see her. He’d thought about her a lot over the past two months, and found he missed her. Nothing would happen, though. He’d see her, they’d talk books, and he’d leave her be until she needed him to work as a bodyguard again. Given the situation though he wouldn’t be surprised if she requested that his company assign someone else to the detail.

  While Kevin was off with Bristol, Lucas had been guarding Maxine, a seventeen year old one hit wonder who wanted to screw, snort, drink, or smoke everything she set her eyes on. It was his job to keep her safe, but not from herself. He’d seen more in the last month than he’d seen in years, certainly nothing like this ever happened with Bristol. Made him realize how lucky he had it, employment-wise. It was a fine line he walked with Maxine, making sure the guy pawing her at any given time was someone she wanted. He’d had to throw off a kid who was on top of her, wouldn’t leave her alone. He was longing to get back to nice boring routine of psychotic stalkers with Bristol.
/>   He tried to tell himself to calm down. To get over it. But it didn’t work.

  The flight landed and his heart fluttered up in his throat. Jesus, he was acting like a kid. He didn’t even know if he could do this, if she was going to make things awkward for them to work together. If she even wanted him as an employee. Maxine’s people were impressed with him, so he at least had another job lined up. The thought stabbed at him, though.

  A few first class passengers filtered off, and there she was, in painted on jeans, and a ruffly off-the-shoulder top. Oversize sunglasses and the red hair that drove him wild pulled up in a messy bun she wore sometime around the house. Her heels matched her shirt, and her toenails were painted the same red as her hair. He wanted her here and now.

  Instead, he raised a hand and waved.

  She did the same, her painted lips breaking into a wide smile.

  Some random fan figured out who she was, and paused for a photo with her. Kevin stood behind her, watching the people in the terminal. He led Bristol to Lucas, they shook hands, and Kevin headed off for a few much needed days off.

  Lucas led her out to the car. They were only stopped three more time by fans.

  He opened the door for her on the Hummer, and made sure she was safely inside.

  In the car they talked about a new sci-fi novel they’d both read. Manned missions to Mars going poorly, astronauts stranded and encountering alien life forms. She kept her sunglasses on, was friendly, but nothing more. Good. This was what he wanted. Maybe things would just get back to normal?

  * * *

  During the ride she tried to find the right time to tell him she was pregnant, but it never came. Better to do it at home, where if he needed to he could storm off. The mansion gates slid open for them, and he pulled inside.

  He came around to get her door in the broad driveway of the mansion, just like he always did. She’d told him a hundred times he didn’t have to, but she’d long ago given up. She felt like a diva princess just waiting for him to come around, but in truth she kind of liked it. When he did, his face was awfully close to hers. The scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils and she reached out, ran her fingers across his face. He paused for a beat, and in that moment she was certain he would tell her it was over, but instead he kissed her, guiding her out of her seat and pressing her body against the car. God, she had wanted him so long.

  He slid strong hands up her loose blouse and she leaned into him.

  Instead of the guest house, she led him into her home. Her staff completely redid the master suite in her absence, getting rid of everything Ricky and making it all Bristol. Everything was purple, and her new king-sized bed demanded to be broken in. The blouse came off as soon as they crossed the threshold, revealing a black lace bra she’d put on that morning hoping Lucas would see. He undid the buttons on her jeans.

  Bristol’s panties matched the bra: black lace, and very, very skimpy.

  She pulled his shirt off. Undressing a man, somehow, was new territory for her. Mmmm, she’d missed his tattoos and his muscles. She undid his belt, and pulled his jeans down. He stepped out of them. Black boxers.

  “Take your’s off,” he said.

  Being commanded to do something thrilled her. She complied. “Now pleasure me.”

  So hot. She actually looked forward to taking him in her mouth.

  “You can tap out any time,” he said.

  She consumed him, smearing lipstick on his shaft. He wove his hands in her hair and thrust into her mouth, but the pressure only aroused her, because she knew he’d stop if she told him to. She’d never enjoyed this act before, but it drove her crazy to work on Lucas. She felt like the most beautiful woman in the world as his breathing quickened, his hips started to buck, and he filled her mouth with the evidence of his enjoyment.

  Then he kissed her, something Ricky never, ever did. He threw her down and rolled her over. Told her to get on her hands and knees. He pushed the lace panties aside.

  Lucas spent a moment pleasuring her with his mouth as he got hard again, then he rubbed himself against her cleft. She’d never done it like this before, and she gasped as his massiveness filled her. The angle let him get deeper inside her, and she stifled a moan of pleasure. He held her hips, moving easily at first as they acclimated to one another.

  He reached around her and massaged her clit, sending lightning bolts through her. Sensory overload, everything felt so good she couldn’t focus, found it hard to stay up on her hands and knees. He thrust harder and harder, now gripping her hips so tight she knew it was going to leave bruises.

  They both came together as he mounted her from behind, flopping together into a pile on the sheets. She’d been so tired from the travel she’d fallen asleep shortly thereafter. While almost half asleep though she mumbled to him. “We really need to talk about something.”

  Lucas just hummed in acknowledgment, and the two of them drifted off.

  He stayed the night in her room, in her bed, holding her while she slept. Everything was perfect until the next morning.

  6

  Lucas lay in the massive bed, listening to the sounds of Bristol retching in the bathroom. Weird. She’d said she was okay, told him to stay put. So he checked his phone. A text from Kevin.

  What the hell are you doing?!?!?!?

  Then a link to the Daily Sun, which showed a grainy, telephoto picture of his body pressing Bristol’s body into the side of his Hummer, her arms around him, his hands up her shirt, their mouths mashed together. Her red hair stood out against the black of the truck like a beacon. The caption read “Over Ricky already, Bristol Maitland moves on to handsome bodyguard.”

  His phone buzzed again, another from Kevin.

  Also, high five.

  Jesus, he had to cut this thing short before it went any farther. There couldn’t be any more pictures like this out there.

  She stepped out of the bathroom wearing his t-shirt, which hung huge on her, and the skimpy black panties from the night before. Now the bun she’d tucked her hair into really was messy and spur of the moment, but still incredibly beautiful.

  He knew they couldn’t keep doing this. He couldn’t bear the idea of her leaving him someday, and what did he have to offer a girl like her? Big fat nothing. The novelty would wear off, and she’d want someone in her own class.

  “I have to tell you something.” She started saying while Lucas was lost in his own worries.

  “Well, I just got a text—”

  “Stop.”

  He stopped and put down his phone.

  “Lucas.” He liked the way his name sounded on her lips. Damn, he had to get out of here. Call this thing off. He didn’t think he could be around her. He wanted her so badly. Already his gaze played over the way the t-shirt hung on her thighs. He knew it was all going to end badly for him.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  He blinked at her, took a moment to process the words.

  Well, this certainly explained the throwing up.

  It was like a science fiction novel where the hull of the ship was breached and all the breathable air went rushing from the room.

  “You said you couldn’t.” He almost asked if she was sure it was his, but bit his tongue. If she was telling him, it was probably his.

  “I guess I can.” She paused. “I decided to keep it.”

  If there had been any air left, now that was sucked out into space too. Lucas Block: Dad. No way. He realized he was shaking his head.

  “It’s okay. I don’t want or need anything from. You know I’m obviously set for money. I just…thought you should know.”

  He had to get out of here. He forgot all about the media storm he was part of now. Had to leave the room with no air. He found his boxers, tugged them on. Got out of bed. Yanked on his jeans, gave the t-shirt up for lost.

  “I need to think this over. Need some time. Sorry.” He headed for the door. He stopped. He was being a dick. He knew it, but he didn’t care.

  Better than being a fath
er. What kind of father would he be given the example he had growing up?

  He didn’t look back.

  * * *

  Bristol stood in the bathroom doorway, listening to the sound of Lucas rushing down the stairs.

  Okay. She wasn’t in any worse position than she’d been in yesterday.

  Still, she had held on to the hope that maybe he’d decided he wanted to try being more than one night.

  She was fine. She was happy, healthy. Her career was going gangbusters. The baby didn’t have to hurt that, and if it did, it just meant she was about to open a new chapter in her life. She was okay.

  Bristol burst into tears. She didn’t feel okay. She’d fallen for more than her bodyguard’s rock hard abs and bedroom moves. He liked to read. She thought back to the night two months ago when they’d lain in one another’s arms talking about spaceships and faster than light travel and alien worlds. Stories and characters beloved to both of them. They hadn’t slept, too excited to talk the whole night away.

  Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. Nineteen missed messages, blurry though her tears.

  All from Ricky.

  HOW COULD U

  TRAMP

  WHORE

  HOW LONG WERE U FUCKING HIM BEHIND MY BACK?????

  On and on the messages went. How could he know? And how could he think she would cheat on him? And why wouldn’t she cheat on him?

  But how could he know? If he was watching her, she needed to know, and that meant talking to…Lucas.

  She kicked off the uncomfortable panties (sexy, but they rode up her ass like crazy) put on a pair of plain white cotton underwear, some yoga pants, and swapped out the shirt that smelled like Lucas for a sports bra and tank top. She headed downstairs, half expecting to find his Hummer gone. Then what would she do? He wouldn’t have just deserted her…

  The car sat where they’d left it the day before. She crossed the driveway, the pavement already hot under her bare feet. She came to the guest house door. Glanced over at her beloved pool, where she hadn’t been for months.

  She knocked on his door.

  He threw it open. He hadn’t put a shirt on yet, and his dragons and skulls stood out vividly against his skin. “I’m not doing this right now.”