The Ultimate Fight

by Harris, K

  “Great fight baby boy!” Thomas said. “Where do you want to go to celebrate?”

  “Home!”

  “HOME?!” Toby and Davey shouted gaining a growl from B.A. They held up their hands in surrender.

  “Home it is.” Thomas walked away with a knowing smile on his face. ‘Baby boy has been bitten by the love bug and don’t even realize it yet,’ Thomas thought as he booked four first class flights back home. The tickets were for Barron, him, and security. Ebony already had her plans, that only left the other bastards and they could figure it out.

  Chapter eleven

  Mya thoroughly enjoyed her week away even being six and half months pregnant. They enjoyed an array of different foods, lots of fun activities, and relaxing times on the beach. Even being big as a beached whale didn’t falter Mya’s attempts at being sexy in her one-piece maternity swimsuits. Damon had convinced her that she was beautifully pregnant, far from fat so that was all the encouragement she needed. Besides the nights when Damon would steal away to hang out in the night clubs or late night parties around town they spent all their time together. He never complained about her constant whining about Barron, wondering what he was doing while she was away. She started to feel bad that she didn’t accompany him to Miami but her plans with Damon seemed more important to her.

  Explaining to Damon about Barron’s demanding that she limit her time spent with him had intrigued him to know more about their conversation. Upon listening he came to the conclusion that Barron had a valid point about the amount of time they spent together. He too was having a hard time settling down with anyone and one reason was because he refused to discuss his relationship with Mya. True Mya was a platonic friend but others always doubted that it would remain that way. In truth, Mya really wasn’t his type by a long shot. She was and will always be his sister from another mister no matter how anyone tried to dissect their dealings with one another. He loved her more than anyone could understand and would slaughter anyone who hurt his girl. So overprotective, he could be that, but attracted to her on a deeper level, NEVER.

  “I understand where he is coming from Mya.”

  “You what?”

  “You are not deaf by a long shot so I won’t repeat myself but hear me out just the same. Deal?”

  “But…”

  “Deal?”

  “Fine, deal.”

  “Barron is fighting his feelings for you.” Mya went to cut him off and he simple gave her pointed look. “He has developed feelings for you on a deeper level than just ‘we are having a baby.’ It’s the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. You said it yourself, he elicits a certain passion behind his intimacy towards you. Intimacy is that special, humph, that every person in a serious relationship longs for. Holding of your hand, cuddling, soft caresses, and all this without looking for sex in the least bit. Not to mention that the sex is through the roof when it comes down to that but it’s so much more.”

  “When a male shares intimacy with a woman on high level, the sex between them is more on the lines of making love. I don’t mean just penetration. It’s the touches before, during, and after that causes those partners minds to explode not just their organs. Specialists seem to believe you have a total body orgasm which involves mind, body, soul, and spirit. Have you had such an encounter with Mr. Anderson?”

  “Wow…” Mya fanned herself and flagged down the waiter walking along the beach to bring her a new bottle of water. She drained that one in a minute flat listening to Damon’s excellent description of how she had started to feel about Barron.

  “That deep huh?”

  “Damon you have no idea how you just sent my mind on an adventure thinking of the possibilities. So far we haven’t reached that level yet and I am truly fearful of reaching that level. What if I’m there alone? Some of the intimacy is truly there though but I don’t know if I want to experience the rest yet. I don’t know if I can withstand that heart break. Seriously.”

  “Baby girl, you will never know the power of true love if you never allow it to come in. Welcome these new feelings and quit fighting.”

  “Damon I’ve fallen in love with just smelling his signature cologne. His natural scent after he’s had a shower, the aura of his presence when he walks into a room, his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t get enough. Every thought about him sends me into a nympho frenzy. At first I thought I was just hormonal and filled with lust but I slowly figured out that I was sadly mistaken.” Mya said all of this to release a frustrated breath. “Damon I love his sweaty funky self after an intense workout and even his damn morning breathe before he hits a toothbrush.”

  “DAMN, now that’s too damn much.” Damon cracked up laughing at her distraught face. “Morning breathe? Sweaty ass?”

  “His breath isn’t funky like most people have in the morning.” She tried to explain as Damon raised an eyebrow at her rambling. “And he doesn’t have a funky body odor, his hygiene is just immaculate.”

  “Mya… Mya… MYA!” Damon had to yell to get her attention. She had started to daydream, damn near drooling over the thought of Barron, he guessed. “Although it’s about time you found love like this and I am over the moon happy for you but you can keep some of the explanations. The candid details of B.A.’s ass I just don’t care to hear or ever know about. Hell the fact that I have to scrub my mind of what you already said is enough for me to not be able to look him in the eye for a little while.”

  “Ugh, I love you.” Mya said hugging him tight.

  “I love you too girl. Always…” He laid a simple kiss to her forehead.

  Mya thought about making a detour after leaving the Bahamas to stop off in Miami to possibly surprise Barron. She really wanted to be there with him and for him during his fight. If not for anything but just to show him how much she supported his passion. Fully prepared to change her flight plans once they reached Florida a magazine cover caught her attention. On the cover, there was a picture of the model Barron was supposedly dating while he was away at the beginning of her pregnancy. Purchasing the gossip magazine from the news stand, she took a seat to read the details of the article.

  According to the article, Naomi was in Miami to support her man. The more the article went on the more she realized how stupid she must have been to actually think that he would want her when he had someone as glamorous as Naomi. Damon had stepped away to take an important phone call with his business manager so she was left with some serious questions. Insecurities that she didn’t know she had surfaced and did on number on her self-esteem.

  Somehow a lone tear had escaped her eye, splashing the page that displayed a beautiful Naomi talking animatedly about being cage side for the infamous B.A. That alone was enough to shatter the thoughts of surprising him with her presence instead she decided that he no longer wanted her there. He had his girlfriend, the baby-mama would only make things tense and she didn’t want him to feel that pressure going into the ring. Acknowledging how important his fights were to his career, she decided Atlanta was where she should be for everyone’s sake.

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  “Hey girl. How are you doing? How’s my niece?” Ebony asked a series of questions before she could get a word in.

  “Whoa…” Mya laughed. “We are both good. I just got back three nights ago.”

  “How was your trip?”

  “Great. Relaxing. Beautiful. Peaceful. Girl I could go on forever.”

  “I hear that. You didn’t overdo it did you?”

  “Never that. Not that overprotective Damon would have allowed that anyway.” Mya laughed and Ebony joined in.

  “You two are so close.”

  “Yeah we are. We go back to middle school.”

  “Can I ask you something on a more personal level? If it’s too personal you can just tell me to mind my own business.”

  “Sure go ahead.” Mya had an idea on where this was going and she was fully prepared to answer.

  “Why are you there and not here?”
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br />   “Huh?” That wasn’t what Mya thought she would hear.

  “I apologize. I swear I’m not trying to be messy but it just seems like since you are back from your trip, you would want to support Barron.”

  “There is no place I would rather be right now but I don’t think it would be helpful to be there. If anything it may add stress.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Ebony I know his… whatever the Naomi girl is to him, is there. Adding a man’s baby-mama to the mix would just be asking for drama. There are a billion camera’s waiting to catch some action. I don’t want to be the cause of adding tension. He needs to focus, I don’t want to be a distraction. You know?”

  “I swear I love you more after what you just said.”

  “Umm okay…” Mya laughed.

  “Our mom was right. You are different.”

  “Thanks I think.”

  “That was definitely a compliment.”

  “How is he doing?” Mya asked solemnly. She heard Ebony huff before she attempted to speak.

  “He’s intense. Don’t get me wrong, the fighter B.A. is always intense but Barron is like, missing right now. I don’t know if I’m explaining myself properly.”

  “I get what you’re getting at Eb. I have an idea.”

  “What is it?”

  “I am going to do something that I hope will lighten him up just a little. Or at least I hope so.” Mya went on to tell her what she planned on doing. Ebony was all ears and quite excited to gage his reaction.

  The night of the fight Mya was a nervous wreck and she wasn’t even the one fighting. Never in a million years did she think he would lose by far but she damn sure didn’t expect the intensity in which he tore into his adversary. Mya has been to lots of fights being on the sidelines for Damon but watching the father of her child fight was something entirely different. This explains why she didn’t know who he was.

  Damon and he are in different weight classes so she would never watch him otherwise. Plenty of snacks later, the fight had ended with him being crowned the winner. She was beyond elated, jumping up and down for her man was on his way. ‘Wait he wasn’t her man,’ she remembered when the camera zoomed in on Naomi sitting amongst the other celebrities in that area. She was the epitome of a happy significant other, being over the moon with excitement for Barron’s win.

  Mya turned the television off with a bitter sweet expression, she was both happy and sad. Happy for Barron for furthering his career and sad because she knew she wouldn’t be the one he celebrated with. Sending a quick congratulations text message to his phone, Mya stripped out of her clothes to take a shower. Finally she got the glitter removed from her stomach but she was having a horrible time getting rid of the pain in her heart. Figuring it would be a while before Barron returned from his trip, she padded to his room to get one of his button down shirts from his closet. ‘He will never know it was missing,’ she thought. To feel closer to him she climbed into the middle of his huge bed settling under the covers inhaling the faint scent that lingered on his pillow.

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  Barron tipped in sometime in the middle of the night with the determination to get some answers from Mya. He didn’t give a damn if it was two in the morning he at least had to lay eyes on her. Being extra quiet he opened the door to her bedroom to find it completely empty with the bed made up. Checking the bathroom and then family room to be sure she didn’t fall asleep in there, he didn’t find her. He thought about texting or calling her cell to see where she was but quickly changed his mind. It was late, maybe she didn’t want to be alone and went to a girlfriend’s house.

  It was then he remembered what Davey said about her talking bad to her friend’s so he knew she wasn’t there. The only other place would be for her is Damon’s. That thought alone almost sent him into a frenzy. Storming into his room he was startled to find none other than Mya in the center of his bed with the illuminating light from the fragrance lamp on the nightstand casting a soft glow on her features.

  His room smelling of sweet cookies and exotic vanilla with neo-soul music softly playing love ballads. He was so consumed with things he had heard from other’s he immediately thought the worst of Mya all the time. Never even thinking to check his own room to see if she was in here, he automatically thought about her out doing dirt.

  Removing his jacket and shoes, Barron lightly removed the covers from her body. He recognized the shirt she wore instantly bringing a smile to his face. Zeroing in her growing stomach, he released button after button on the shirt to get a closer look. Trying his best not to put all of the focus on the fact that she didn’t have on any bottoms, panty-less. He laid butterfly kisses in the center of her stomach. All the while whispering, how much he couldn’t wait to meet his little princess.

  “Hey.” Barron heard Mya croak before he felt her hand over his waves.

  “Hey.”

  “Congratulations on your fight.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. You were awesome out there.”

  “You watched it?”

  “Of course I did.”

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  “This shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me. And you in my bed without me having to ask.”

  “Oops sorry. I just…”

  “It’s cool, I’m just teasing.” She smiled.

  “I know I didn’t sleep a whole day and some so… what are you doing here so soon? You should be out celebrating your win. Living it up in MIA!”

  “I hopped on the first flight after leaving the arena.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I wanted to celebrate like this.” Barron came face to face with Mya. She had an unreadable expression on her face.

  Just like a romantic movie, the scene unfolded in slow motion. They leaned into one another like magnets connecting. One peck, two peck, three peck, four until they were sharing a passionate kiss full of electricity. Relishing in the closeness that they both had been craving over the past two weeks of being apart. Missing each other’s touch, smell, and feel caused them both to sigh grateful to be together in this moment. Nothing mattered outside of that bedroom. The rumors, the pictures of what they’ve done while in other’s presence, insecurities, and most of all doubt of what’s to come between them was forgotten. All that mattered was them in the moment even if it only lasted for a short period of time.

  “Barron, I missed you.” Mya whispered with so much emotion, she felt tears tickle the back of her throat.

  “Show me.”

  “As you wish.” Mya helped him shed the layers of clothing that restricted skin to skin contact.

  Forcing Barron onto his back, Mya started at his neck lavishing kisses and plenty of tongue action venturing lower ever so often. Enjoying the attention she was spending around his torso, he was fantasizing on how it would feel for her to go lower. From past sexual encounters with Mya, she had never hinted that she would give oral stimulation. He figured she was an oral virgin and couldn’t visualize himself asking her to try it out. When she was face to face with his hardened extremity, he then knew she was considering it. He could practically see her drooling at the up close and personal viewpoint as she stroked it lightly.

  “I’ve never done this before.” She said glancing up at him.

  “I know.”

  “I have an idea but…”

  “But?”

  “I don’t want to make a mistake or make you feel uncomfortable.”

  “You don’t have to, you know?”

  “I know… But I want to.”

  “Just do what you feel is natural. Take it slow.”

  “If I do something wrong will you tell me?”

  “Yes.”

  Mya paused for a second as she took the head into her mouth releasing it with ease and repeating the step a few times before she was comfortable enough to add more of his length. Barron’s breath hitched in his throat at
the glorious feel of her warm mouth surrounding his dick. She may be new to giving oral pleasure but from the feel of the pressure her mouth was applying at all the right times could have fooled him. He was speechless watching her start a slow, sensual bob and weave up, down, and then around. Just the right amount of moisture, none escaping her mouth except for a clear sheen to lubricate her hand that was at the base.

  Relaxing the back of her throat remembering the blow by blow details that she studied. She has wanted to try this out on Barron for some time now and the moment just felt right to give it a go. Before long she was full out deep throating his joint, gently squeezing his balls with her free hand. From the sounds coming from Barron, she glanced up afraid she was hurting him in any way but saw his eyes shut. Continuing the torture while still looking at him, she saw him tilt his head back and grip the sheets in a death grip. ‘Obviously she was doing a better job than she thought,’ she smiled to herself.

  “Shit Mya… Damn baby…”

  “Mmmmmm…” Hearing her name come from his mouth in the throes of passion made her moan in satisfaction not knowing it was sending him over the edge.

  “Dammit!” Barron began releasing another string of explicit words. “Just like that baby.”

  “Okay daddy.” She purred. That did it for Barron he used all of his strength to transfer his release again so didn’t unload in her mouth. Even though the feel of a warm throat swallowing every drop is electric, he didn’t feel right at the moment with her being pregnant and all. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked him with concern etched on her face.

  “Hell nah, you did everything more than right. First time my ass.” He joked.