Reckless: A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Romance (Warrior Zone Fighters Book 3)

by Tia Lewis

  He leaned down and captured my lips with his, sending my thoughts scattering as his lips worked on mine, nibbling and teasing until I sighed and his tongue took over, sweeping into my mouth and starting the dangerous tango that left me breathless with anticipation. I moaned into his mouth and reached out blindly, finding the front of his shirt and crushing my hands against it, pulling him against me as he kissed the hell out of me. At this moment, there was nothing wrong, nothing to think about or worry about even. There was just this.

  He leaned in and kissed my lips gently as his hands slid around my waist, his tongue ran up the side of my neck as his hands found the zipper on my jeans, flicking the button open as I tried to catch my breath. This was really happening. I should be embarrassed, out in the open like this, but I wasn’t. I felt wanton, the type of woman that I was sure Paul was used to.

  “What do you want, Sarah?” he whispered against my neck, sending goose bumps along my sensitive skin.

  “I-I want you,” I breathed, feeling a bit more confident in my words.

  “Not good enough,” he answered, nipping at my neck. I gasped as his hands roamed up to my breasts, cupping them through the material of my shirt, my nipples hard as rocks under his touch.

  “I want you to touch me.” I had never really been a talker when it came to sex, not much of a risk taker overall. But I would spout the declaration of independence word for word if it meant that he was going to keep touching me like that.

  “That’s better,” he said, one of his hands wandering down to caress my stomach. I fought the urge to suck it in, self-conscious about that area on my body. When his hand slipped lower, I thought I was going to pass out, biting my lip to keep from moaning. Right before his hand brushed my center, he stepped back, and I whimpered. No, he couldn’t quit now.

  “Take it off.”

  I reached down and pulled at the waistband of my jeans, sliding them down my legs awkward as the cool metal touched my skin. I was glad I had been selective with my underwear tonight for the look on Paul’s face said it all. Feeling bold now, I slid my shirt over my head, throwing it onto the mat. If he wanted to see me, the true me, then he was going to see it all.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  My entire body flushed with anticipation and excitement, no longer caring about what my body looked like. By the look on Paul’s face, it didn’t matter. “Your turn.”

  His grin was slow as he worked on the buttons of his shirt as more and more of his toned torso came into view. I wet my lips as he stripped off his shirt, his muscles working in sync, rippling with each movement. He was wrong. I wasn’t the one who was gorgeous. This man would be the perfect model for sculpting the human body.

  He stopped there, much to my disappointment and covered my body with his, his hands everywhere as his mouth devoured mine. I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts through my bra, tweaking my nipples until I moaned into his mouth, the electric sensation causing my knees to buckle. He was killing me slowly, and we hadn’t even gotten started.

  17

  Paul

  I was going to die a slow death, either because of Sarah or because I was doing this in the fucking cage. But those throaty little moans were overriding my good sense, and I was rock hard, never wanting someone as much as wanted her right at this moment. My hand slid lazily down her side before I cupped her, feeling her wetness between my fingers. Damn. This was going to be quick for the both of us. My cock was already heavy with need but knowing that she was wet and ready, I nearly lost it right then and there. When my finger slid up between the wet folds, she let out a louder moan, positioning her body until I was touching her hard clit with my finger. “Right there?” I asked against her breast, flicking my finger upward.

  “Y-yes,” she said, her body jerking at the movement. “Please don’t stop.”

  I had no intentions of doing so. Pressing against the swollen nub, I kissed my way up her body, lavishing her erect nipples straining against the lacy material of her bra as I started the slow assault with my fingers. She bucked against my tongue as I slid it up to her mouth, nearly swallowing her whole, my cock straining against my jeans. I was going to lose it. She whimpered against my mouth, attempting to break our kiss but I didn’t let her, relentlessly ravaging her mouth as I picked up the pace on her clit. I knew she was close and I wanted her to fall apart.

  It didn’t take long. She screamed in my mouth as the floodgates opened, her body quivering with such force that I thought she was going to collapse on the mat, the cage rattling slightly. I rode the wave with her, nuzzling her neck and attempting to think of other things, like grandmas in their underwear so I wouldn’t lose it right here and now.

  Finally, she slowed and collapsed against my chest, her breathing ragged against my shoulder. I held her for a moment, knowing I couldn’t take her in the cage. That was too degrading for someone like her. “Come on,” I said softly, tugging on her hand and leading her out of the cage. She was silent as we walked up the stairs to the second floor and I opened one of the empty rooms that we used for lounging around, spying the leather couch that had been pushed in there a few weeks ago. Without thinking into it, I pushed her lightly over the arm, having her fall onto the soft leather as I started working on my pants. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and I felt some self-satisfaction that I had put that look on her face. I shucked my pants, and her eyes widened as she saw my need, reaching into my pocket for the condom I kept there. She said nothing as I tore it open, rolling it over my painful cock. It wasn’t going to be the best of situations, but we were both going to get what we wanted, and I wanted to be buried inside of her. “This is going to be fast,” I growled, wondering what was driving this need.

  She slid her hands up to my shoulders. “As long as you make it up to me later.”

  “You can count on that,” I said as I pushed into her. Her eyes closed and she arched her body against me, allowing me to bury myself to the hilt. Damn, she was so wet and tight. My arms shook as I pulled back out and slammed into her, gaining a scream from her in the process, her fingers digging into my shoulders and damn near drawing blood. “Again,” she sobbed, clutching at me.

  I didn’t disappoint her, drawing back and finding a rhythm, feeling her explode around me as I picked up the pace, the couch squeaking around us. My own strain was about to break loose, but I held on for a few more pumps, groaning as I stiffened then emptied myself into the condom. My heart was pounding in my ears, my body slicked with sweat and my arms damn near about to collapse, but I allowed myself to look down, seeing Sarah looking up at me with surprise and satisfaction on her face. I knew what she was feeling. I was feeling the same thing.

  An hour later I walked Sarah to the front door, feeling largely sated and equally pissed off. I had just fucked Sarah on the fucking couch. No bed, no romance, just hot and heavy sex that didn’t even last a long time. She deserved better, though I couldn’t really place why I even had that notion. We didn’t know each other, and for all I knew, she could be looking for a thrill of a lifetime while she had the opportunity. Hell, I used people all the time for casual sex. Why did this have to be any different?

  I placed my hand on the door as she turned toward me, attempting to figure out what I should say to her. Normally, I was drunk off my ass and just passed out after losing a nut, but I had been stone cold sober with this one. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out.

  Her eyes widened, and I realized I had just apologized to her for sex. The absolute wrong fucking thing to do. I didn’t regret it, just the venue. “I mean.”

  She put on a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t apologize. It was, um, fun. Thanks for a fun night.”

  Fun. I had been called all kinds of things in my life, my sex compared to things that would make her blush with embarrassment. But fun? Hell no. I guess it was what I deserved though for apologizing. She just made me feel uneasy.

  Without thinking, I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me, seeing her sur
prise before I ground my mouth against hers. She melted against me immediately, my cock stirring to life as her tongue tangled with mine. This was the feeling I was used to, this need to conquer a feeling that I could deal with. I couldn’t deal with anything else.

  She pulled back, her eyes glazed with passion and put a few steps between us. I could take her again, easily, up against the wall until we both collapsed in exhaustion. “I’m going to go now,” she said softly. I pushed open the door and let her go, watching her until she got into the car and drove away, her taillights disappearing into the night. I was torn on whether to shut the door and forget about her or to get in my car and follow her home just to make sure she got there alright. No other woman had gotten under my skin in years, the last when I was twenty and a dumbass.

  Shutting the door, I leaned against the wall and sighed, running a hand through my hair. I hadn’t thought about Cecila in some time. She had been the daughter of a promoter and my first time meeting her I was fucking head over heels in lust. We had come together hot and heavy and enjoyed a few months until her father had found out and had me beaten to an inch of my life. In no uncertain terms had he told me I wasn’t good enough for his daughter and had her watch my ass whipping. I had thought she had loved me, but while I was getting my ass kicked, she had done nothing to stop it, cringing as the blows had broken my body. I had learned a valuable lesson that day and had carried it close to my heart until fucking now. Sarah was one of those women who could ruin a man, having him fall in love with her before they knew what had hit them.

  That was not going to be me. I pushed away from the wall and stalked back to the bench where I had left my keys, realizing my bag was still in the back of Sarah’s car. Fucking great.

  18

  Sarah

  I awoke alone, hot and bothered from my delicious dreams of Paul. Last night had been unexpected, but totally worth it up until the moment he tried to apologize. That had hurt worse than I thought it would. He had regretted it, and I didn’t know how I was going to face him after that. I would have to see him of course, and my cheeks were already burning at what he was going to say when I did see him.

  After a good hot shower, I dressed, intending to get my butt back to work. There was still so much to do before the match. As I walked out to my car parked on the street, I saw someone leaning against it, and for one split second, I thought that maybe Paul was waiting there. Had he found my house and wanted to apologize for last night? Not the sex mind you but the apology afterward. Had he spent all night dreaming of other encounters? I hoped so. He intrigued me. He was under my skin, and I knew this was a dangerous game I was playing. My heart fluttered in my chest before I realized that it was Jack.

  “Sarah,” he said as I closed the gap between us. In another life, I might have fallen for Jack. He had the boy next door look rocking today, with those puppy dog eyes and chiseled facial features that any girl would love to have. But I was more of a dark and angry type girl, mainly one fighter who had turned me inside out last night. My skin still burned where his facial hair had scraped it deliciously, the soreness between my legs not just my imagination. “Hey. I was hoping to catch you this morning.”

  “Hey Jack,” I said slowly, surprised to see him outside my house. “What’s up?”

  He cleared his throat. “How well do you know Paul Watts?”

  I felt the goosebumps skitter across my skin at the mere mention of his name. “He’s my fighter for the charity match.”

  Jack’s expression changed, and I grew worried. Had something happened? “I think he’s my half-brother.”

  Now that was not something you heard every day. “W-what?”

  Jack ran a hand through his hair, looking troubled. “Don’t you see the resemblance?”

  I looked at him. No, I didn’t. Paul was broody and handsome, with that strong jawline that made my heart race every time I looked at it. Wait a minute. I grabbed Jack’s chin and turned him a few different ways, my breath seizing in my chest.

  “See?” Jack said softly as I released his chin.

  “It doesn’t mean anything,” I stammered, stepping back. “People look like each other all the time.”

  Jack sighed and reached into his pocket, producing a folded-up piece of paper. “Here,” he said. “This is my real proof.”

  I took it, opening the paper up and smoothing out the creases on the hood of my car. It was check transactions of the same amount, every month without fail. “So? This doesn’t show anything.”

  Jack laughed. “Trust me. I traced them back to the bank account. They are going into the same account and have been for nearly thirty years.” I looked up and saw the concern on Jack’s face. “The account is registered to Paul Watt’s mom.”

  Wow. That was indeed some strong evidence. “Have you asked your father about this?”

  Jack laughed, this time more torturous than the first. “You’re joking, right? I knew that dad was sleeping around on my mother, but fathering kids? I’m so glad she is dead so that she doesn’t have to see this unfold.”

  I thought back to Paul’s seemingly strange questions about Jack yesterday. Did he have a thought as well? I remembered Jack’s father as a stern man who didn’t say much. Jack’s mother was a gentle woman, who spoke softly and seemed to dote on her only son. I knew that Jack missed her something terrible since her death and his father seemed to be spending more time overseas than he did in the states since she had passed on. Why hadn’t they crossed paths before now? It was kind of humorous to think they were brothers, mainly because they were the complete opposites of each other. “What are you going to do?”

  He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I tried to talk to Paul yesterday, but he doesn’t believe me. I gave him the same evidence you have right there. If he is my brother, I would like to get to know him.”

  My heart went out to Jack. It had to be hard to be the only child and not even have your last remaining parent there to spend time with. “What do you want me to do?” I asked softly.

  “I want you to have coffee with me,” he said, giving me a slight grin. “And I would be forever grateful if you have a conversation with your fighter about me. I’m not here to destroy him.”

  I nodded. “I’ll try alright?”

  “I’ll take it,” he said blowing out a breath. “Come on, let’s get some caffeine.”

  19

  Paul

  I clenched my jaw tightly as I watched the scene unfold, wondering what the hell was actually going on. Benji had sent me on a coffee run as soon as I walked into the gym and I had started toward the coffee house near it, my mind on Sarah and what had transpired the night before. I had slept with Sarah Gilden. We had hot fucking sex, and today I should be moving on. Yet even though I had left the gym for my own apartment, stripping off my clothes and scrubbing her touch from my body, it still lingered. She still lingered. Already I was rearing to see her until I had come up on this.

  In the coffeehouse window, Sarah was seated across from the fucker Jack from yesterday, the one that thought he was my brother. The attraction was one-sided, that I could see clearly, but there was laughter involved and a whole damn lot of smiling from her side of the table, making me wonder how exactly had this come about so soon after last night. Did this have something to do with my damn words before she had bailed out? What I wanted to say to her was that she had been fucking awesome and I shouldn’t have put my hands on her body. That was the right answer. I just couldn’t force the words out and the apology had come out instead.

  And now this. Was she different than I originally thought then? Could she just move on as she pleased as well, leaving a line of broken hearts in her wake? I hadn’t pegged her for that type.

  Turning away from the scene, I stalked back to the gym, damn near ripping the door off its hinges in the process. I hated this jealousy feeling. I hated that I had just walked away when in reality I wanted to pull the fucker off of the chair and beat him within an inch of his lif
e for even looking her way.

  “Hey, where’s the coffee?”

  I looked up to see Benji lounging near the cage. “Fuck the coffee.”

  Benji scowled. “But hell man I need my cup before the day starts. I’m going to be a fucking asshole the rest of the day.”

  “You’re already an asshole,” I muttered, stripping off my shirt. “Why don’t you go a few rounds in the cage instead?”

  Benji’s face split out into a grin. “Whoa Paul, are you asking me to dance?”

  “Damn right,” I growled, already sliding out of my shoes and grabbing my gloves I had dropped on the bench earlier. I needed a distraction. I needed fighting. “You gonna turn me down?”

  Benji was already stripping off his shirt as well, sliding out of those ridiculous loafers he enjoyed wearing as I stalked up the stairs and into the cage, jumping around to warm myself up. I still couldn’t shake what I had seen, more questions than answers at this point. Had she already regretted last night? Was she already moving on with someone more suited for her? I shouldn’t have fucked her. I shouldn’t have put my dick where it didn’t belong.

  “Let’s get this show on the road,” Benji announced as he walked into the cage. Benji had a good foot in height on me, bulky but also lean at the same time. We weren’t even remotely close in terms of weight classes, but I always enjoyed the challenge whenever I got to fight with him. His fucking reach was twice mine.

  I held my fists close as we danced around the circle, sizing him up though I had fought him many times before. Despite his height, Benji was fast as lightning. “Don’t be shy,” I said, beckoning with my gloved hand. “Come see Scorpion.”