by L. P. Dover
He winked. “You should see the other guy. So are you in or not? I think your girl likes the bad boys. Why don’t you show everybody what you’re made of? I’m sure there’s going to be lots of women wanting to fuck you after tonight.”
“I don’t give a shit about fucking other women,” I stormed. “The fighting sounds pretty interesting though. What do I have to do?”
Camden threw a couple hundred dollar bills on the bar and put his arm around my shoulders. “Come with me and find out. You’re switching to the dark side now. I hope you’re ready for this.”
I was more than ready.
IT WAS SATURDAY night and we were at Staples Center, where I’d be competing in the last fight before the title match next weekend in Las Vegas. The announcer just called out my brother’s name and the crowd went wild. If I went out there to watch his fight, I know I’d find myself trying to jump up in there and kick his ass myself. My coach thought it would be best if I didn’t watch it.
“I can’t believe he did that to you,” Danny growled low, wrapping my hands. “Your father would have beat the shit out of him. The only thing I can think of is his jealousy over you. I’ve seen it for the past couple of years.”
“Jealousy or not, he still shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I agree, but at least everything else is going great. You haven’t told your family about the baby yet have you? I talked to your mother the other day and she didn’t mention it.”
I glanced over at Ashleigh who was sitting in the corner looking at baby magazines. I hadn’t noticed it before, but her Team Ryley tank top started to fit a little snug around her waist. It was barely noticeable, but I could see the change. I loved it.
“After Vegas I’m taking her to the mountains to meet my family. I’m going to ask if she wants to stay up there for a while during my down time.”
“I heard that,” she said, smiling down at the magazine. “I think it’s a great idea. Hopefully, your mom won’t hate me; especially, after I introduce myself as ‘hey, I’m your son’s girlfriend and you’re going to be a grandma.’”
Danny laughed. “It’s not going to be like that. She’ll be thrilled to see one of her son’s heading in the right direction.”
My mom used to give me hell at every family gathering because I would never have a girlfriend to bring. For the longest time she thought my brother and I were gay, but it was just we had too many women to even consider bringing one around.
About that time, Gabriella burst through the door, breathing hard and wearing her royal blue tank top with my name on it. She didn’t have a fight tonight so she decided to sit in the arena and watch everyone else’s, including my brother’s.
“Okay, so your brother just won by knocking Tate on his ass,” she informed us, holding a hand over her chest. Well, it was confirmed . . . I was going to be fighting him for the title. I knew it was going to be between me and him, but there was something Gabriella wasn’t saying. I could see it in her face.
“What’s going on, Gabby? Spill it.”
Ashleigh came to my side and wrapped her arm around my waist, keeping her focus on Gabriella. She had us all concerned.
“To be honest, I don’t know exactly,” she answered truthfully. “Have you seen your brother at all recently?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Well, he looks rough—like I’m talking lash marks and scars all over his body. It’s really weird . . . and when I watched J.T. fight, he had similar markings on him as well. I’ve seen this before, a long time ago. It’s not good, Ryley.”
No, it wasn’t and I had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
Ashleigh stared up at me, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What is she talking about?”
It’d been over a year since I’d heard of anything going on in the underground fighting scene. The last bust was in Vegas because there were MMA fighters showing up dead. Ever since then things had been quiet, until now. And if Gabriella’s assumptions were correct, it meant my brother was involved.
“Are you sure that’s what it looks like?”
She nodded. “I’m positive. I’ve been around it before and know what to look for. Even Matt confirmed it when he saw.”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
Danny passed me my gloves and nodded toward the door. “It’s time to go, son. If your brother is involved in that shit, there’s nothing you can do for him. You have to let it go and let him fall.”
Ashleigh squeezed my arm. “Ryley? Tell me.”
“Do it quick,” Danny advised. “We have to go.”
Sighing, I looked down at her. “For years there’s been illegal underground fighting. Sometimes it’s just normal fighting and sometimes it’s with weapons and so forth. Last year, there were a bunch of MMA fighters showing up dead. The ringleader got busted and everyone involved was thrown in jail. Now, it looks like someone else is starting it back up.”
“And you think you’re brother’s involved?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“If what Gabby says is true, then yes.” Danny opened the door and waved for us to move. “All right, angel, I have to go. Wish me luck.”
She kissed me on the lips and pushed me toward the door. “Good luck. Go kick some ass.”
She and Gabriella took off while I followed Danny. Now that Gabriella told me about Camden, I wanted to see it for myself. By the time we got to the back curtain, they had already called out Mark Bailey to the ring.
“All right, son, just focus on the fight and nothing else,” Danny commanded, pulling my hood over my head.
Through the curtains I could see the multi-colored lights charge into action and shower over the crowd. Then the announcer’s voice blared over the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce our next fight for the evening. The winner of this fight will continue on to Las Vegas, Nevada, for the chance to be the Middleweight title champion. Let’s give it up for Ryley . . . The Rampage . . . Jaaammmeeesssooonnn.”
My song echoed throughout the arena, signaling it was time to go. Taking a deep breath, I rolled my shoulders and stormed through the curtain, keeping my attention on the ring down front. Mark was ready, bouncing on his heels, but I wasn’t worried. I knew I could take him. Ashleigh and Gabriella waved as I entered the ring, both on their feet and dancing to my song. I winked at my angel and slid off my robe, handing it to Danny.
“Let’s get ready to rrrrruuuummmmbbbblllleeee!” the announcer shouted into the microphone. The crowd screamed and chanted, ready for the fight. I loved hearing them shout my name. Mark and I joined each other in the center of the ring and bumped gloves before getting into stance.
Ding, ding, ding. The fight was on.
IT WAS THE second round and Ryley was dominating. I thought Camden would be around to watch it, but I never saw him. I was kind of glad because if I saw him, I’d want to slap the shit out of him for the video. People were screaming left and right for Ryley and I couldn’t help but smile with pride. He was amazing, but better yet . . . he was mine.
“Let me guess, you’re going to go home and make him tap out,” Gabriella giggled. “I swear the whole time he’s been up there you look like you’re about to fucking orgasm.”
Ever since I became pregnant my body has been super-sensitive. Just the slightest touch to my clit made me horny. Not to mention every time I looked at Ryley I wanted him to tackle me to the floor and just fuck me. I’m not talking make love to me . . . I wanted him to all out fuck me.
“It’s because I probably could,” I replied, biting my lip. “And I want him to make me tap out. Not the other way around.”
“Damn, girl. I guess there’s no partying with you guys tonight. I’ll probably just go back to the apartment.”
“Where’s Bradley? Is he not going to come over?”
She scrunched her nose and shrugged. “He could, I guess, but I’m not really in the mood. I love spending time with him, but after that shit went down with Colin and Ryley he’s basically asking m
e to choose between them. He doesn’t think that I should be friends with Ryley and Colin.”
“That’s not fair,” I stormed. “He can’t make you choose.”
“Exactly, and if he does, I’m not going to have a choice. I will always choose Ryley over Colin. And in choosing you guys, I forfeit him. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“Oh, Gabby, I had no idea he was being that hard on you. It looks like you need to take a break from him or something.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “You’re probably right. I need to be with someone who makes me feel like you feel when you’re with Ryley. I’ve never had that, even when I was with Tyler.”
“You’ll find it, Gabby. I bet he’s around here somewhere.” She stiffened at my words and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Are you okay?” I asked, patting her on the back.
“Hey ladies,” a voice called out.
Immediately, I turned and focused on the gorgeous dark-haired, green-eyed man who sat beside me. I’d seen him before . . . Paxton Emerson, the new Light Heavyweight champion.
“Um, hi,” I replied. I remembered seeing him at a party the night I met Ryley and his brother. Last I heard, he wasn’t exactly part of the good crowd.
“What do you want Pax?” Gabriella asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
I leaned back in my chair so they could talk.
“I was going to see if you would go to the party with me tonight. I don’t see your boyfriend here, so I thought I would ask.”
She tilted her chin up defiantly. “No, thanks. I have plans.”
Paxton sighed and shook his head, his eyes narrowed. “Are you seriously going to be this way? Haven’t I proved to you that I’ve changed?”
“Whoa, I think I need to catch up,” I interrupted excitedly. The tension in the air was palpable, with full blown sexual tension. I could feel it pouring off of both of them. “I’m Ashleigh,” I announced, holding out my hand.
Smirking, he shook my hand. “Pax. I guess Gabby didn’t tell you about me?”
She scoffed. “It’s Gabriella, Pax. Only my friends can call me Gabby.”
His smile disappeared and he got to his feet. “Well, then I guess you can call me Paxton. Only my friends call me Pax.”
My mouth dropped open and I watched wide-eyed as he stalked off, never once looking back. “Holy hell, what was that all about? Why were you such a bitch to him?”
Gabriella wouldn’t look at me. “You know why, Ash. He used to be friends with Kyle. I hate anyone who’s ever associated with that turdburger.”
“Oh, Gabby, even you don’t believe that horse shit. I could feel the intensity between you two. Is there something you need to tell me?”
“Come on, Ryley,” Gabriella yelled, getting to her feet. “I think we need to concentrate on your boyfriend right now.”
She didn’t need to twist my arm. Jumping to my feet, I cheered for Ryley. However, I couldn’t help but watch Gabriella out of the corner of my eye. Her eye twitched and she bit her lip, a clear sign that she was flustered. I guess I wasn’t the only one who ran away from love. Up in the ring, Ryley had knocked Mark down to the mat and there were only twenty seconds left to go in this round. He straddled Mark’s waist and pummeled him, fists flying. Over and over he punched, until Mark’s body went limp and he was pulled off. The crowd went wild and I screamed, jumping up and down.
Giggling, I turned to Gabriella. “That was so freaking hot.”
“Uh-oh, sweaty guy coming your way,” she exclaimed, nodding toward the ring.
By the time I looked back, Ryley had already jumped out and scooped me up into his arms, placing a hard kiss upon my lips. “Now everyone will know that you’re mine,” he stated proudly. Setting me down, he took my hand and led me up to the ring. My heart sped out of control as the cameras landed on us and the announcer held up Ryley’s hand in victory.
I squeezed his hand and he pulled me closer, just as a young woman with bright blonde hair and huge tits about to pop out of her low cut silky top, came up to him with a big smile on her face. There was too much interest in those beady eyes of hers. I knew her name was Sarah Wilder and she was a spokesperson for one of the sports channels who covered the UFC fights.
“So Ryley, how does it feel to know you’re going to compete against your brother next weekend for the title?” she asked.
Ryley didn’t falter, he smiled and leaned toward the microphone. “We knew the time would come when we’d have to compete against each other. It’s what we’ve trained for.”
She moved a little closer and stuck her chest out, almost brushing him with her breasts. So help me God she better back off. “Well, I talked to your brother earlier and he made it sound like he’s going to take you out. I do believe those are fighting words. It doesn’t look like the Twins of Terror are causing havoc anymore.”
Ryley chuckled and put his arm around my waist. “All good things must come to an end. But I have a lot to celebrate tonight. Not only will I be competing for the title, but I just found out that I’m going to be a father.”
Most of the crowd cheered, but I heard a few disgruntled shouts from some of the women in the crowd. That was to be expected, since he was a highly sought out bachelor. Not anymore. Even Big Tittie Sarah had a frown on her face and faltered for a second. A sly smile spread across my lips when she glared down at me.
“I guess a congratulations is in order, you two.” Abruptly, she turned around to the camera and plastered on a fake smile. “And there you have it. Make sure to stay tuned next Saturday night for the Middleweight title fight between Ryley Jameson and his very own identical twin brother, Camden Jameson. It’s sure to be a good one.” Once the camera was shut off, she hopped out of the ring, followed by her crew.
“I don’t think she liked me very much,” I pointed out.
Ryley snorted and led me out of the ring. “It’s probably because I turned her down. That woman’s fucked more people than I have. Camden, on the other hand, had his fun with her.”
I gagged. “Ugh . . . I swear I could vomit just thinking about him. I can’t wait for next week.”
His smile vanished. “Me too, angel.”
Danny met us outside of the ring, beaming. “Now that was one hell of a fight, son. Do you want to go out and celebrate?”
Ryley pursed his lips and shrugged.
“I know there’s a party,” I suggested. “Paxton asked Gabby to go with him. We could always go there.”
“I swear that boy doesn’t know when to give up.” Ryley chuckled. “But honestly, I think I’m tired of the bullshit parties.”
Danny clapped him on the shoulder, smiling with pride. “I never thought I’d hear that come out of your mouth. I couldn’t agree with you more. Well, you two have a good night and Ryley,” he said, staring at him, “I’ll see you bright and early on Monday morning. Take tomorrow off.”
Ryley nodded and watched Danny saunter away. “I’m sure I can think of plenty of things to do tomorrow on my day off.”
I bit my lip and grew wet just thinking about it.
“All right, angel, let’s get home. We can do our own partying by ourselves.”
“Sounds good to me.”
When we got in the car, my stomach started to cramp. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was hungry or if I was having abdominal pains. Ryley reached over and placed his hand on my stomach, rubbing in smooth circles. “Are you okay?”
“Just some cramps, but they seem to be going away. It must be your touch making me feel better.” It just so happened, all I could think about was having him inside me. Taking his hand, I lowered it down to the waistband of my jeans. His brows lifted and he smirked. I really wanted to bite him, sink my teeth into him and ravish him. Next, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand underneath my thong so he could feel how wet I was.
“Damn, woman, you’ve turned into a horny freak. I think I like it.”
He pushed a finger inside and I gasped, opening my legs f
urther. “I swear it’s insane,” I admitted. “When you’re in the ring fighting, it turns me on. The way you’re aggression takes over and your eyes turn wild. You used to be like that when we were together. Why aren’t you now?”
His face grew serious when he turned to stare at me. “I want to fuck you like that, angel. Don’t ever doubt that for a second. I’m just afraid of hurting you and the baby.”
“You’re not going to hurt me or the baby, Ryley. I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”
We finally pulled into the driveway and he slid his finger out, bringing it to his mouth. Moaning, he sucked my wetness off and unbuckled his seat belt. “If you want it hard, I’ll give it to you. But then, you need to do something for me.” He got out of the car and I followed.
“What do you want me to do?”
Once inside, he led me up the stairs to our room and roughly lifted my tank top, biting my nipple through my bra. Then, he lowered my jeans and thong to the floor and backed me up against the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs,” he commanded, eyes blazing.
Reaching behind my back, I unclasped my bra and let it fall before sliding back on the bed and opening for him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest right before he grabbed my thighs and buried his face between my legs.
My head fell back and I moaned out my pleasure as his tongue licked and penetrated me. It was mind-blowing and completely orgasmic. I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on in all my life; pregnancy was doing a number on my libido. Gripping a handful of his hair, I held him to me as I ground my center into his face. I was literally fucking myself with his face, and was ridiculously close to climaxing.
Ryley chose then to back away, his breath tickling me when he chuckled.
“What are you doing? Torturing me?” I pouted, rubbing my legs together, searching for the friction I needed.
Licking his lips and wiping his face on his shirt sleeve, he smiled down at me and covered me with his body. His cock strained against his jeans, and he pushed it into me. “I like watching you squirm. Now, here’s what I want you to do when I leave.”
