“You like this?” he asked.
I nodded, so he took his fingers out of my pussy, and then slid one into my ass. The fullness of just one finger made me gasp.
The moisture from my pussy on his fingers allowed him to slide two fingers inside my rosebud.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, and that made him smile.
He leaned down, and, with his fingers still in my ass, began licking my clit. The combination of the two sensations brought me close to orgasm. He stuck his tongue inside me, and began tongue fucking my pussy, and fingering my other hole at the same time.
“I’m so close!” I gasped, and he began to move even faster, which caused my orgasm to explode on his tongue.
He stood up, and mashed my mouth onto his. Our tongues danced furiously, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bare thigh.
Not removing his lips from mine, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, slamming his cock into me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he began to pound. My back scraped against the wall, but it felt good in a sadistic sort of way. There was nothing for me to grab onto behind me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, gripped his thick shoulders, and let him take me for a ride.
He lifted me higher and pushed deeper into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot.
“Oh, Dillon!” I screamed out.
That only made him go faster, pumping and fucking me harder and faster. Just as I was about to reach my second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out… again.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, just flipped me around so that my hands were braced against the wall this time, and slid back into me, tugging on my dark strands.
I bent all the way over and moved my hands down to my ankles, which forced him into me even deeper.
He groaned, and began a frenzied pump, slamming his cock into me over and over. I pulled one of my hands up from my ankle, and began rubbing my clit in tune with his cock.
He turned us around so that his back was against the brick, and so I could take over for a bit. I began slowly and agonizingly sliding him in and out of me, stopping just for a second with only his tip inside me.
“I give you control, and this is what you do?” he asked. “Fuck it.”
He picked me back up, and slammed into me, furiously pumping. I laid my hand on my clit, and fingered myself to the same rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building.
“Oh, shit!” I yelled, and came so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs for a good two minutes.
Dillon slammed into me twice more, and then I felt him spill himself inside me.
As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.
I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.
“What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.
He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”
“What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”
He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.
He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”
I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”
“No, he won’t be there.”
“Does he know you will be?”
He didn’t look happy having to answer my questions. Figured he probably didn’t answer to anyone.
“I haven’t made that decision yet. I’ve a lot of other shit going on that you don’t know about.”
I put my hands on my hips, taking a confident stance. “Like what?”
I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind as mixed emotions crossed his features, but he didn’t respond right away.
“You know what? I think this was a mistake. I’m used to being on my own, and better that way. You’re better off without me anyway.” He looked at me with disdain.
I had just had mind blowing hot sex with him not five minutes ago and he was brushing me off? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”
He gave me a steely glare. “It means that you should just go. And forget about tonight, just forget about me. I can make my own decisions, I don’t need someone else to dictate my life.”
I protested, “If that’s what you think I’m doing…”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. And I don’t need it.” He opened the metal door and extended his hand for me to go through it. Long gone was the mysterious fighter from the pizza shop, and in his place was a much more demanding, self-preserving man. He looked directly at me as I walked past him, completely unaffected by how he had hurt me. He didn’t care, that was clear. I would have to learn how to not care either.
TEN
DILLON
“Is this Georgie?”
I heard the man’s greasy, car salesman voice on the other end of the line. “Dillon, I’m so glad you reached out. I’m guessing we can expect you on Saturday then?”
“I’ll be there. Alone. No one at my gym can know.”
“Of course, of course! We’re all about the ultimate discretion around here. So you won’t be bringing anyone with you, then?”
“No. Just me.”
“Wonderful, we’ll see you around six. The fight’s at seven, purse remains the same. Best of luck to you.”
He hung up before I could even get in a thank you. My mom had taught me manners, even for creeps like Georgie. I’d given her the money from the last two fights. It had been enough for a down payment on a new car and she was happy as could be. But eight grand? That could change my life. Get me out of the crap apartment had been staying in for a little over a year. Or at least some nicer furniture. I could stay at a place that a girl like Berkley belonged in. Shit, Berkley. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since Thursday night. Fucking her was the best sex I had ever had. Why did she have to find my card? Why couldn’t she just leave it the hell alone? Nosy girls couldn’t stick around. They find out too much. I looked over at my bag. The item that I’d been hiding in my locker I’d moved back to my apartment, but I kept it locked up in the safety of my gym bag. Away from prying eyes, and away from me. I was my own worst enemy.
I couldn’t let a girl like Berkley get in my head. I was glad I’d called things off with her. As much as I wanted to screw the living daylights out of her every chance I got, I couldn’t be with her. Girls like that don’t stick around for guys like me. I’d seen it a million times at the gym. I wasn’t going to let a girl get in between me and my dreams. No matter how hot she was. No matter how much she could be good for me. It didn’t matter now anyway, because I’d never see her again.
But down deep I needed to admit to myself that it killed me a little bit. Somehow she had put a spell over me in such a short amount of time. Her smile flashed through my mind again. The way she tasted, the smell of her hair.
But I couldn’t think about Berkley now. I had to focus on the upcoming fight. I had to win. If I didn’t win, I had lost her for nothing. And I’d risked my enti
re career on top of it. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. It felt heavier than it ever had. It was time to go to the gym, work out some of my pent up energy.
ELEVEN
BERKLEY
“Where are you going?”
I sighed as I pulled a shirt on standing in our joint closet. “I told you, I’m going to that fight.”
Naomi rolled her eyes at me, “And I told you that you’re not. That is a super dangerous part of town.”
I’d memorized the address on the card and it looked it up as soon as I got home. I was going to see Dillon fight, and I prayed with every fiber of my being that he wasn’t there. I’d googled what these underground fights looked like, even found a couple Facebook pages dedicated to them. These guys were beat to a pulp, only inches from death. There was no way I was going to let Dillon throw away his career, just for a little bit of money. I didn’t care if he didn’t want me around anymore. I had this incessant need to save him, just as he had saved me.
“I will be fine. I have my phone, and if I get into trouble I’ll call 911. I’ll even keep a cab running it makes you feel better. I just have to go and make sure he’s not there. Because if he is…”
She looked at me seriously. “What are you going to do if he is there? You can’t just stop the fight. Especially with these guys. You remember those dudes in the alleyway, Berkley? There’s going to be a hundred or more guys just like those assholes that this place.”
I had thought about that, but I’d brushed it off. I hadn’t been careful that night, but tonight I would be. I had to be.
“To be honest, I don’t really know. I guess I’m hoping he’ll let me talk him out of it. And then if he wants to be done with me, that’s fine.” I’d resigned myself to this, if he really wanted it to be over as fast as it had begun, fine. But I had to repay my debt. It was the right thing to do.
Naomi shook her head at me and left our room. I could tell that she was still pissed and worried, but she knew she couldn’t stop me. Once I had set my mind to something, I always made it happen, no matter how stupid it was.
***
I took a cab over to the other side of town and even the cabbie was worried about me. “You sure this is the right address, miss?”
I nodded slowly, looking down at the address I’d written on a notepad as soon as I got home from the gym the other night. “Yes, this is it.” I looked out the window at an old, almost abandoned warehouse. Most of the windows were boarded up, but there was life inside the building. Cars lined the streets, mostly old beaters but a few nicer vehicles as well. I knew I was in the right place.
I passed my cash up to the front when the cabbie asked, “You don’t want me to keep the meter running?”
I had lied to Naomi. If Dillon was determined to fight, I’d stay and watch him. “No. I’m fine, thanks.”
I got out of the cab and zipped up my jacket. It was chilly for a spring night. Almost like the atmosphere was trying to tell me how dark and dangerous this place was. That I should have just stayed in the cab. But as it sped off, I still felt like this was what I had to do. I walked past the bouncer at the front door and he just let me glide through, something I had already learned about the fighting world. Pretty girls meant free of charge. I found a spot along the back wall and stood with my arms crossed as I watched two men inside the cage go at it. They were both bloodied and battered, with one guy grabbing the side of his body like he had broken ribs. When he removed his hand to block a punch, I saw the bruise that was quickly spreading. He definitely had broken a few. I knew that this could happen at any fight, but this guy wasn’t conceding. When the other guy hit them hard enough that he was knocked to the ground, I heard him screaming in agony, but there was no referee to stop it here. They would fight until he was out cold. Luckily for him that was only a minute later. Two big guys in black came into the ring, and pulled him up by his arms, and carried him out while the victor had his arms above his head. He had a busted eyebrow and a shoulder that looked slightly out of place, but he was happy with his win.
I scanned the crowd for Dillon, shockingly seeing his bald head near the cage just a moment later. I tried to make my way to him through the throng of people, but I didn’t get there in time. They announced his name just as I called it myself.
“Dillon!” He didn’t turn to look at me, clearly not hearing me over the roar of the crowd.
“Dillon, it’s Berkley!” This time I caught his attention. He turned to look at me with his mouth in an ‘o’ shape. He was shocked to see me there, clearly having thought I had given up after he told me to leave. I wasn’t that easy.
He walked back down the stairs and met me at the bottom. “What the hell are you doing here? Couldn’t my saving your ass once be enough?”
I shook my head, “This time it is about me saving you. You can’t do this. They could kill you!”
He puffed out his chest, “Honey, I’m Dillon Jackson. I’m unbeatable.”
A man tapped Dillon on the shoulder pointed up into the cage. He turned away and began walking back. He looked over his shoulder one more time at me before ascending the stairs. People cheered unanimously, waving their cash in the air as bookies grabbed it and asked them who they were betting on. And that’s when I heard it: “Dillon Jackson or Montegro Ramirez and Lucas Boyo?”
I grabbed a bookie by the shoulder and turned him around, “I’m sorry, what did you just say? How many guys is Dillon going against?”
The bookie smiled up at me, missing a few teeth. “Two, of course. No one man could beat him, so we’re going to find out if the double team can.”
Fuck.
I watched with terrified eyes as Dillon and two other guys entered the cage. I saw the shock written all over Dillon’s face. Clearly he didn’t know what was going on either. They descended on him like wolves. He tried to fight his way through, blocking one guy’s punches while he was on the offense of the other. But they double teamed him every chance they got, one kicking him in the back while the other assaulted his face. He finally got a good swift kick at the one in front of him which landed with his back against the metal of the cage and turned to face the other. But that just pissed off the first guy. He ran back at Jackson and hopped on his back pulling him down onto the ground with him. Jackson flailed like a bug on its back. He tried to protect his face, but the guy underneath them had him in a headlock and the one that was still standing kicked Dillon in the stomach repeatedly. The crowd went wild. I saw Dillon’s face start to go blue as the guy who had him in a headlock was squeezing too tight.
I started screaming at them, “He can’t breathe! He can’t breathe!”
But no one was listening. I did the only thing that I thought would help. I tried to climb over the ropes to get to the stairs. I would have to help him myself. Just as I was about to swing my leg over the rope, a man not much older than Dillon himself in a crisp looking suit stopped me.
“What do you think you’re doing honey? Nobody but fighters over the rope.”
I pointed at Dillon, “Those guys are going to kill him!”
He smiled at me. “Well that’s kind of the point isn’t it? Somebody has to take out the best fighter, so why not me?”
I looked at him in amazement. This had all been the plan. They didn’t just want to beat Dillon, they wanted to kill him. Just then I heard a woman’s scream from the crowd. “He ain’t moving! You killed him!”
More shouts from the crowd and I noticed as a group of people started stampeding their way to the exit. The other two fighters were nursing their wounds and walking out of the cage while Dillon lay lifelessly on the floor. The man who had been talking to me smiled and patted his guys on the back before saying, “We should get out of here. One of these people is going to call the cops.”
They moved out of my way and I sprinted up the stairs and into the cage. Dillon was a mess, blood rushing out of his nose, and it looked like his eye socket might’ve been broken. I watched helplessly for the rise and fall of h
is chest. He had to be alive, he just had to be.
TWELVE
BERKLEY
I cradled the phone in my hands, holding onto it like a lifeline. “It was awful! The police and the ambulance were en route for like five minutes. I did CPR the whole time, but I’m not sure I did it right. By the time they got him in here they said he been deprived of oxygen and then his heart had stopped beating. I don’t even know if he’s going to make it!”
I heard Naomi sigh on the other end of the line, “I’m sorry I told you not to go. He’s so damn lucky you were there. But I don’t get it. Why would they want to kill him?”
That was something that had plagued my mind ever since the man in the suit had escaped. I described him to the police officers, but they didn’t seem to have any leads. The place on a business card wasn’t even a real gym; it was just the address for the warehouse that they were using for that fight. Apparently lots of illegal gambling had been going on there. There was evidence of dogfights in the back as well. It made me sick. The whole place had been shut down for investigation and the actual owner of the warehouse had been called. But it wasn’t like he rented the place or anything—they had just seen it empty, and used it as an opportunity to make money and hurt Dillon. “I guess they just thought that he was someone to be afraid of. His career was really taking off, and I just think that they didn’t want their guys to get beat anymore. And Dillon was really the only one who could beat them. He was losing this guy money, and money makes people do crazy things.” Like go into an underground fighting ring and almost get yourself killed.
“Do you want me to come get you? I mean I’m surprised that they even let you ride with him.”
I shook my head, still pacing back and forth under the fluorescent waiting room lights. “That took some convincing. I was a blubbering mess though, so I think that the EMT just thought I was in shock. I think they took me more for observation than because I wanted to go. But once I got to the hospital, it was like playing a million questions with the cops. I haven’t even been able to see him yet.”
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