Dirty Cowboy

by Alycia Taylor

  The second round was pretty much a repeat of the first…what I saw of it anyways. Paul was able to stay on his feet, but Trent didn’t relent on the assault. He busted out the roundhouse kicks and landed at least one on Paul’s wretchedly abused right side. Paul threw out a couple of kicks of his own, but they were wild thrusts of his legs and feet and they didn’t seem to go anywhere. When the blessed buzzer sounded at last I literally had no idea if I could make it another three rounds.

  I let myself look at Paul. I had never wanted to cause a scene so badly in my life. I saw a scene from a B grade movie playing out in my head. I would stand up and scream out his name. The film would slow down and one frame after the other would show the white towel in various stages of flight as it made its way over the top of the octagon and landed in the floor at Paul’s feet. He would come out into the audience, take me into his arms and….the bell signaled round three.

  Paul had changed up his tactics this round. He came out as the aggressor blocking with his left and throwing punches with his right. I can only guess that because of the pain on his right side, the normal force behind the upper cut he landed on Trent’s chin wasn’t there. Trent’s head snapped back, but only slightly. He recovered quickly but as he came back towards Paul he got a foot in the center of his gut and he went stumbling back. While he was still trying to catch his breath, Paul was able to land a right hook to Trent’s head that he never saw coming. Trent was dazed and although he managed to stay on his feet he finally got to feel the brunt of Paul’s fury as he unleashed a flurry of hooks, jabs and uppercuts that had his head snapping back and forth like it was attached by a spring. I thought it had to be time for the buzzer just about the time Trent spun around and his foot connected with the back of Paul’s head knocking him forward. The crowd was screaming so loudly over the illegal strike that the bell was almost inaudible. Paul took the water from his trainer’s hand and squirted it across his face and over the back of his head, and then I watched him wipe the fingers of his left hand across his chest, leaving a trail of dark, crimson blood in their wake. I think I heard the announcer say something about Trent losing a point for the illegal kick before the crowd volume once again almost exceeded what my ear drums could stand and the bell sounded once more.

  “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Marie whispered.

  “I know,” I said. “It’s awful. But he won that round, so he’s coming back.”

  She laughed, but nervously and said, “Spoken like a true trainer. I know you hate to see him in pain, but you’re at least able to think about it at more of a “clinical” level that I can. I just want to run up there and scream at that big bully to stop hurting my little brother.”

  I put my arm around her shoulders. “Don’t let any bravado I might be faking fool you. I want to do the same thing.”

  The bell signaled round four and Trent was waiting around to see if Paul came out fighting this time or not. Trent hurtled his six foot four frame across the expanse and grabbed Paul around his shoulders. Paul was facing us and I winced when I saw his face, he was going down again and he knew it. I saw him moving his feet before they crashed to the mat. Paul was on top but Trent still had his grip and judging by the way he was putting pressure on Paul’s arms that were bound to his sides I would say that my lover had to be in agony about now. I watched in horror as Trent pulled his right arm out and hooked it underneath Paul’s arm, getting him in an arm lock. Paul was doing his best to fight back but probably less than a minute passed before he was face down on the sweaty, bloody slippery mat with his arm twisted behind him at an unnatural angle. The rowdy crowd was suddenly quiet. Everyone was waiting to hear the snap I think. I was praying for the bell. Thank God this once I got my way.

  I looked over at Marie. The poor thing looked like she was about to hyper-ventilate. I tried to give her a smile, but judging from the way I felt inside and the look on her face…it wasn’t my prettiest one ever. The sound of the next bell was a double-edged sword. Paul looked completely done and I couldn’t see so much as a trace of that fire he’d brought out with him tonight. I hated that he had to go another round…but I was happy as hell that it was the last one.

  They met in the middle and circled around each other for a bit. Trent looked spent too and I knew enough about this to know they were both looking for an opportunity to take the other one down. Trent tried going in for a clinch again like he had in the last round, but Paul was ready for that. When Trent came at him he twisted around and used the momentum to land a kick on the other man’s flank. While Trent was recovering from that, Paul moved in and tried to sweep him off his feet. Unfortunately the two tired men’s limbs twisted up and when they went down Paul landed on his back and Trent was able to get into a “side-mounted crucifix position.” He was lying sideways across Paul’s chest and abdomen. One of his legs was pressed tightly against Paul’s hips and his left arm was underneath him pressing down against Paul’s chest. He brought his right hand up and began a “ground and pound” assault. Paul’s arms were basically tied so he couldn’t even use them to block the punches that were coming at the side of his face and head. Paul’s head was the only thing he could move and since his spine was basically immobilized he could barely move that. I had to close my eyes again as punch after punch pummeled Paul’s gorgeous face and the blood from his freshly split lip splattered against each blow, making the floor look like a crime scene. When I managed to force my eyes back open, the referee was moving in. It was about to be over for Paul…or so I thought.

  Just before the ref interfered, Trent pulled back hard to deliver a heavy blow. When he did, his chest released some of the pressure on Paul’s right arm. That was Trent’s first big mistake. Paul twisted his head out of the way and then in a shocking move he was able to grab Trent’s arm and swing his legs over and around it. He was suddenly in control with Trent trapped in an arm bar… for a second. I held my breath again as I watched Trent manage to wriggle his way out of it. That would be his fatal error. As he released his arm from Paul’s grip on it with his legs, it freed Paul’s leg to come up and strike Trent hard with his foot on the side of the head. It was almost like watching in slow motion as Trent was thrown back and landed with a thud on his back. He was out cold. The crowd was screaming and after a few seconds I realized I was one of the ones who were screaming the loudest. Paul won! I hugged Marie and watched as the referee held Paul’s arm up towards the sky. Paul’s usually bright white smile was tinged red from the blood. The referee handed him the title belt and he held it up and smiled again. I caught his eyes with mine then and I could feel the energy pouring out of him.

  I watched him take the water the trainer was offering him. He swished and spit and then made his way out of the octagon and straight over to me. I was suddenly in his arms and as we kissed, the crowd around us cheered us on.

  Chapter Five

  The next day Greg closed down the gym to the public and they had a huge party for Paul. All of the usual suspects were there and everyone had brought food. Poor Paul was still so sore that standing up was a struggle, but you still couldn’t tell it by looking at him. He’d taken a couple of the pain pills and gone to the party like the tough guy he was. It was fun watching him talk to everyone about the fight. His face was genuinely glowing with happiness. He finally had his life back. Mitch was out of it, Marie and Victor were safe and he was the champion that he deserved to be.

  I was picking something that looked like mini-quiches and tasted like little bites of heaven off of Sam’s plate when I felt Paul’s arms go around my waist from behind. The food was suddenly forgotten and I let my body meld back against his.

  I turned my head to try and look at him and he kissed me.

  That was enough for Sam. “Oh Geez. There’s a cot in the back, you two.”

  Paul grinned, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Sam rolled his eyes and walked away as Paul spun me around to face him. I was prepared for him to come in for another kiss when I sudde
nly realized he’d frozen somewhere along the way. I opened my eyes and saw that he was staring at something over my shoulder and he didn’t look happy about it. I twisted my neck around and saw Marie and Justin standing over by the far wall and embroiled in what looked like an intimate, flirtatious conversation.

  “What the hell is that about? How does she even know that guy?” The brother radar was suddenly activated.

  “I introduced them last week,” I told him. “You should have seen them; it was like love at first sight.”

  “Don’t say that!”

  “Whoa, calm down. I was kidding about the love part. But the attraction was definitely instant and definitely mutual.”

  “A man is not what she needs right now.”

  I laughed, “And just who are you to decide that. How long has it been since your sister was comfortable enough with her life to go out on a date?”

  Paul looked like he was thinking that over before he said, “Years. But still…Who is this guy anyways? I just started seeing him around recently…”

  “He’s a nice guy. He runs marathons and he’s really good. He wins more than he loses. He’s a vegan; he takes really good care of himself. He doesn’t smoke or do drugs…he speaks highly of his family…”

  “You sound like you want to date him,” he said.

  “I did make him sound like quite the catch, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah, you kind of did. As a matter of fact, maybe I want to date him.” I hit him in the arm and even before he winced I realized what I did.

  “I’m sorry!”

  He laughed and put that arm around me. “It’s fine. I barely felt it. So you think this guy is okay to date my sister?”

  “I do,” I said. “You know how much I like Marie and Victor. I wouldn’t say that if I wasn’t really sure that he was a good guy.”

  “Fine. I’ll try to keep an open mind.”

  A while later while I was joking with Mark I noticed Paul had gone over and was talking to Justin. The conversation seemed friendly but I’d be willing to bet that Paul was listing out the “Rules for dating my sister.” Justin was a good enough sport though that I was sure he wouldn’t take offense.

  After everyone ate, Greg and Sam and Jeff and some of the other fighters that we trained at the gym toasted…or more like “roasted” Paul. They told funny stories about things that he said or did over the time they had known him and everyone laughed.

  It was a good time, but when Paul put his mouth close to my ear again and said, “Hey sexy, are you ready to get out of here?” I couldn’t say “Yes” fast enough.

  Paul drove and when I realized we weren’t going towards either of our apartments I said, “Are you kidnapping me?”

  He wiggled his eyebrows and said, “I was thinking about it.”

  “Is it still considered kidnapping if I’m willing?”

  “I don’t think so,” he said, “But I also plan to do things to you.”

  I felt a tingle in the lower part of my abdomen. It had been a while since either of us had been healthy enough to “do things.” “What kind of things?”

  “Things I can’t even talk about. There aren’t any words for them…only feelings.”

  The tingle turned into a rush of wetness as we drove into the small lot alongside the arena where his fight had been the night before. “What are we doing here?” I asked him.

  “Things,” he said with a grin. He got out of the car and came over and opened my door. “You’re my captive, remember? You have to do what I say.”

  “Okay, but if you’re planning on breaking into this place, and we get caught, I revert right back into a victim.”

  “Coward,” he said, taking my hand. He led me towards the side entrance, stopping at a thin door that had a sign that said, “Custodial Staff” on it. He knocked and it was opened by a small man with dark hair and a mustache.

  “There’s the champ!” he said, clasping his hands on either side of Paul’s face. He noticed me then and said, “Hello young lady.”

  “Hi.”

  “Mario, this is Jessie. Jessie, Mario. He’s our link to this place so you don’t have to worry about the SWAT team busting in on us.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jessie,” Mario said.

  “Thank you. It’s good to meet you too.”

  I watched as Mario put a silver key into Paul’s hand and said, “Just be gone before Sadie gets here at six. She’s a grouch. Drop the key in the mail slot before you go.”

  “Thanks Mario,” Paul told him. He took my hand again and we went over to the big side door. Paul opened it and we stepped inside. It was pitch black inside and the air smelled like left over stale sweat from the night before. Paul flipped a switch on the wall behind us and the lights came on. The place looked a lot bigger without all the bodies crammed into it. The smell was still lingering, but everything looked shiny and clean. He led me over to the octagon and opened it up. “After you,” he said. I stepped inside and he stepped in after me.

  I looked around and said, “I’m not sure this is the best place to be with the champion. You might have a flashback or something and want to defend your title.”

  He used his body to press me up against the side of it and said, “That’s why I brought you here. I wanted to teach you a few moves.”

  “Wow, I’m honored.”

  “You should be,” he said, “I am the champion after all.”

  I twisted out of his grip and lifted my leg, tapping him on the butt with it. “Take that, “champion.”

  “Oh that’s how you want it to be, huh?” he said with a grin. “Put those fists up; let’s see what you’ve got.” I put them up and he put up his and we danced around, throwing fake punches at each other until he finally grabbed my arm as I threw one and pulled me up against his chest. With his mouth inches from mine he said, “Admit that I’m the champion.”

  I giggled and said, “Do I get rewarded for being a good girl if I do?”

  He moved his hips slightly and I felt his erection press up against my stomach. “I was hoping more for the bad girl,” he said before he brought his lips crashing down onto mine.

  When we came up for air I told him, “You were amazing yesterday, just in case I forgot to tell you.”

  “I’ve been inspired lately,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly before leaning down and kissing me passionately once more. I ran my tongue across his full, sexy lips and when I got to the split in the corner he winced.

  “Damn! I’m sorry, I forgot.”

  “It’s a beautiful kind of pain,” he said. He put his lips on mine again and as his tongue slipped back into my mouth; his hands ran down my back and cupped my ass. He squeezed and massaged it as his tongue explored all the caverns of my mouth. He began to move it in and out, slowly and as he did, I sucked on it. I felt him moan against my lips and he used his hands on my cheeks to pull my pelvis in tightly against his. I could feel his erection straining to get out and I couldn’t wait to set it free.

  I slid my hands up inside the back of his t-shirt and ran my fingernails gently up his back as I slid his shirt off. My body was tingling with excitement as I felt his hot skin pressed up against me. I kissed his chest and ran my tongue across the smooth hard muscle while my fingers continued to explore the muscles across his back and shoulders. I felt his hands on my skin underneath my shirt and my breasts spilled out against my shirt as he undid my bra.

  He pulled it all off of me in one swoop and then pulled me back up against him. I shuddered when I felt my hard nipples against his hot skin. He brought his hands up and cupped my breasts while he slid his tongue back into my mouth. He began kneading them and rolling and pinching my nipples. I moaned into him and while he pinched and pulled on my nipples I moved my hands down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I broke our kiss and pushed them down, taking his boxers with them. He slid a condom out of his pocket before I had them out of his reach. When I got them down as far as his lower calves he slip
ped out of his shoes and stepped out of them. The entire time, he had my breasts still held firmly in his hands.

  I stood back up and took his hard cock in my hand. As I stroked it gently he leaned down and put his mouth back against my ear and said, “Having sex with a smokin’ hot babe in the octagon has always been a fantasy of mine.”

  “Hmm, well then by all means, let’s take care of that fantasy right now.” I let my hand run down his shaft and between his legs, squeezing his balls gently. Then remembering his ribs I slid my hand gently up his side and said, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  “Oh baby, I’ve never been more ready.” His voice was deep and husky and his cock was jerking against me. I wasn’t going to argue with any of that. I slid down to my knees on the mat underneath us and looking up into his eyes I caught the head of his cock between my lips and I heard him take in a sharp breath as I began to suck on it gently. I let him slide in a little deeper each time before letting it slide back out and starting over. I had my hand wrapped around the base of it and I continued to squeeze and stroke and massage his balls as I sucked, eventually taking it all it until the head of his engorged cock was throbbing in the back of my throat. He moaned loudly and wrapped his hands up in my hair. He started moving his hips more urgently, guiding my mouth with his hands in my hair as he did. I licked and sucked as he pumped his hips until he let out one last loud groan and in one swift motion he pulled me back up to my feet. He kissed me again and then taking my hand, he led me over to the corner of the cage. He kissed me again as he unbuttoned my jeans and then he slid his lips down and let them find one of my swollen nipples as he pushed them and my panties down. When he got them down as far as he could reach, I wiggled out of them so that he didn’t have to stop what he was doing. After I stepped out of them he moved his mouth over to the other one and used his tongue to lick and rub and press against it. I felt the wetness begin to ooze slowly down between my thighs. I suddenly felt his fingers stroking the tops of my thighs, playing softly in the silky wetness there. He brushed his hand softly against my pussy as he did, causing me to bite down on my own lip to keep from crying out.