Dirty Jock

by Sienna Valentine

  This time, I hung up before he could say anything else. Shit. Another fight so soon. It was good that I was getting a reputation, but I wasn’t sure my body could handle it. Not if Vic was going to schedule my fights this close together.

  I’d meant to question him about Herman Gomez, too. No way that dude was in my weight class. What the hell was Vic thinking, pitting me against him? And was I in for the same shit with Vlad?

  “Kellan?” Parker called from the bedroom. I looked over. She was sitting up, holding the sheets to her breasts. “Everything okay?”

  “Fine,” I said, tossing my phone onto the coffee table and standing up. I returned to the bedroom and got up on the bed, kissing her forehead softly. “Just had to take a call. Got another fight next week. Nothing to worry about.”

  “So soon?” she asked, brow furrowed. I pushed the messy tangle of her hair from her face. Sex hair looked good on her.

  “I’ll see a doctor before I go. My stepbrother’s a pretty good one. He’ll fix me up. I don’t want you to worry, okay? This is just what I do. And this is a damn big purse, so if I win, I might not need to fight again anytime soon.”

  Parker nodded and tilted her head back to look into my eyes. The moonlight streaming through my blinds made her smooth, pale face look even more radiant—like Snow White. I kissed her lips and pressed my forehead to hers, and she mumbled, “Just be careful.”

  I realized then that Parker had never asked me for the details of that conversation—I’d given them up freely. Nor had she asked me to stop fighting, or to take a break. I’d promised her that all on my own.

  Holy shit. Maybe Vic was onto something. I was changing. With Parker, I’d gotten a taste of normal, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to let go of that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to return to beating guys’ skulls in for cash, no matter how much it paid. I wanted to be here, with her, living a life we could both be proud of.

  What the fuck, Kellan? Aren’t you thinking a little too far ahead?

  Yeah, I probably was. Shit. What was wrong with me?

  Parker started kissing my neck, reeling me in from my thoughts. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of her lips on that sensitive swath of skin between my shoulder and my earlobe. My dick twitched in response, coming back to life for her benefit. I smiled and nuzzled her hair. “If you don’t quit that, sweetheart, I’m gonna have to knock you out cold again.”

  She grinned and looked up at me. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. There’s something I want to do for you.”

  Parker pushed me down on my back and crawled on top of me, kissing my lips. Her hair fell in a golden curtain around us and I inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. Shit, this girl got into me, under my skin, seeping right into my bones. I loved it almost as much as it scared me. I’d never felt this way for anyone before.

  When my dick was fully hard between her legs, Parker sat down on it and I gasped from the unexpected tightness and warmth. “Holy fuck,” I breathed, grabbing onto her hips as she sat up straight and began to bounce.

  The hellfire in my muscles and joints eased as Parker took control. Her movements were slow, sensual, like a belly dancer executing a well-practiced routine. She took her time squirming on my dick, those beautiful breasts of hers bobbing up and down with every languid twist of her hips. I stroked along her sides, then took a handful of her tits in each of my hands and kneaded them, massaging gently, earning me a soft purr from the back of her throat. Christ, she was so warm around me. I’d never been inside a girl who felt this good before. This right. It was like our parts were made for each other, like we were always meant to fit together this way.

  My toes curled as I started getting close and I leaned my head back, pushing my hips up to meet Parker’s every time she came down on top of me. This was heaven, sheer bliss, and I needed to make sure she felt it too. I parted her folds with my fingers and spread her wetness up over her clit, rubbing with one hand while I teased and fondled her nipples with the other. Every breathy sigh, every lusty moan, drove me closer and closer to the edge of rapture, but I couldn’t go over without taking Parker with me.

  “Cum for me, baby,” I whispered, grinding my teeth as I tried to hold back the tide swelling inside me. She wasn’t making it easy. “I wanna feel you squeeze me again, Parker. I wanna see your pretty face when you let go for me.”

  “Kellan,” she whimpered in reply. And a moment later she was doing exactly as I’d told her, eyes closed, lips parted as she came all over my cock for the second time that evening.

  I watched her as she came, savored every squirm, every involuntary twitch of her hips. How I loved the way she got even wetter around me, her walls squeezing my dick, beckoning me to fill her up the way I so desperately wanted to.

  She pulled off me just in time. My cock throbbed, issuing a stream of cum against her taut belly. As I was riding my own train of ecstasy, Parker leaned down and took me into her mouth, sucking me off the rest of the way. I spilled into the back of her throat, my thighs clenching with each one of her hard swallows. I might as well have started speaking in tongues, because I was pretty damn sure the words coming out of my mouth weren’t English—or at least, they weren’t in any order that made any damn sense. I was lost in a sea of bliss, lost to the force of nature that was Parker Jones.

  Parker swallowed me whole, lapping at me like I was the most delicious lollipop in all the world, and when she was done, it was my turn to giggle and pass out. I pulled her into my arms, tossed her onto the bed beside me, and then spooned against her back, holding her nice and tight so she couldn’t ever get away.

  Ever. Shit. I was already thinking too far ahead, getting too attached to someone and something that might not pan out. No matter how reasonable I tried to be, my mind jumped two steps ahead whenever I thought of Parker. My heart didn’t want to take its time. It wanted someplace it could settle and let its guard down. Now.

  I sighed into the nape of her neck. Everyone I’d ever gotten close to had ended up disappointed in me. Even my sister, who loved me to death, had spent years cleaning up my messes and wondering why the hell she even bothered with me. When Parker knew me, really knew me, would she feel the same? Would I put myself out there just to end up somebody’s disappointment again?

  Here, with her in my arms, none of that seemed to matter. Holding Parker close to me, I felt like anything and everything was possible.

  Fuck. I really didn’t want to mess this up.

  Chapter 10

  Parker

  Morning came way too soon, along with the realization that I was going to be majorly late.

  Shit. I’m so stupid. I should’ve set an alarm on my phone. I should’ve left after we fucked that second time. But I hadn’t been able to separate myself from Kellan, not just because he had such a tight hold on me, but because I was just so damn comfortable sleeping next to him. I really hadn’t wanted to go home.

  But I definitely had to go to work, and definitely not in the outfit I’d worn the previous night out. So I’d dashed out Kellan’s door at seven thirty this morning after a quick kiss goodbye and rushed home to my apartment to change into something that wouldn’t earn me dirty looks from Melanie Cartwright—or Thom, for that matter.

  And now I was stuck in traffic. Shit. It was eight fifteen, and I was supposed to be at work at eight o’clock sharp.

  I’d called the office as soon as I’d known I was going to be late, but that didn’t matter. Melanie was a real stickler about punctuality, and I was undoubtedly in for an earful. Still, that wasn’t the reason my heart was racing or why butterflies had taken up residence in my stomach. That was all because Kellan’s kiss from this morning still lingered on my lips even now, and I really, honestly couldn’t wait to see him again.

  This is so fucked up, I thought, biting my nails as I sat in the turn lane for the street The Spill was on. I stalked him to get a story, not to get fucked. And definitely not to start falling for the guy.

  Was I being stupid? I certainly felt like it. I
barely knew Kellan, and yet being with him felt so good, so right. I was probably making the biggest mistake of my life, and definitely the biggest mistake of my career. Melanie was going to be so pissed if I came away from this empty-handed. I had to find a way to get the most out of a budding relationship as well as my job.

  Balancing those two worlds would be easier said than done. I hadn’t even told Kellan that I was a reporter yet. When was I going to drop that bomb?

  And how would he react when I did? He seemed to have some serious trust issues, and I got the feeling he didn’t let his guard down easily. In fact, I’d seen just how hostile and walled-off he could be. The longer I lied to him, the worse it was going to get. I had to tell him soon. Maybe he’d even be okay with helping me out with my story, once he’d calmed down.

  Girl, if Melanie could see you now, she’d be so disappointed in you.

  I parked out in front and hurried up to the sixth floor. Thom was waiting for me at my desk with a coffee and a huge grin on his stupid, smug face. At least the coffee had my name on it.

  “Good morning, sunshine!” he said so loud the whole office turned to look at us. I cringed and glared at him, and he lowered his voice as I got closer. “Welcome to the end of your walk of shame.”

  I grabbed the coffee from him and threw it back, letting it burn all the way down my throat. I was still a little groggy and exhausted after everything I’d been through last night. All of it, every second, had been such a rush.

  “So, how was it?” Thom asked, perching on the corner of my desk. I pushed his legs aside so I could sit in my chair and turn my computer on. “You know… the sex.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Come on. Do you really think I’d have sex with him, Thom? He’s a source, and I’m a professional. There are boundaries we just shouldn’t cross.”

  “Bullshit. You’re glowing. Unless you’re pregnant, and then that would explain everything, Little Miss Attitude.” Thom eyed me suspiciously. “The big, bad fighter didn’t actually knock you up, did he? I mean, you two used protection, right?”

  I couldn’t hide my smirk this time. “We were safe, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “So you did screw.”

  “Give me a break, Thom,” I said, opening up my e-mail. “You already knew that.”

  “I know something else, too. Two things, really. One of which is going to make your day.”

  No e-mails from Melanie. That was strange. I’d only been late to work one other time since starting here, but that morning, I’d found waiting in my inbox a message telling me to see her in her office. The way she’d chewed me out was epic. Not once had she raised her voice, and yet she’d almost made me cry all the same. It was like when one of your parents was disappointed in you, rather than outright angry. It always made you feel worse than you would have if they’d just screamed at you.

  I’d never felt so small in all my life as I had on that day, and I’d been anticipating the same emotion now. When it didn’t come, I was confused.

  I looked up at Thom. “Okay. Shoot.”

  “Firstly,” Thom said, crossing one leg over the other, “Melanie’s out sick. She was at the grand opening of some new sushi place last night, and everyone got food poisoning. She texted me she’s going to sue. I can’t wait to read The Spill’s review of this one.”

  I grinned, not because Melanie was sick, but because I was off the hook. Thank God. “You bastard. You could have told me before I spent all this time thinking I was going to lose my job—or worse, that Melanie would let me keep my job, but give me all the shit stories as an example to others. But you’re right. That does make my day, though I hope she gets better soon. What’s the second thing?”

  Thom smiled. “The second thing is that, after you left with your new boy toy last night, I did some digging on the ring we ended up at. Specifically, one of the managers, Victor Dallas. He’s the one who manages ‘Killer Kellan,’ along with a few others. Guy’s a major dick, Parker. Did a stint about a decade ago for fraud. A regular conman. And now he’s taking advantage of guys like your boyfriend, taking them in off the streets, cleaning them up, and turning them into cash cows while pocketing a hefty ‘manager’s fee’ the fighters don’t even know about.”

  I remembered Thom having mentioned that a lot of managers were shady back when we’d talked about this before. But knowing that Kellan was getting taken advantage of for sure had me furious. “Goddammit. Okay, what do we do?”

  “I want to take him down,” Thom said. “I hate guys like this. I want to run an exposé on the damage these kinds of operations do, and not just the physical kind. They keep their fighters in poverty, one way or another, to ensure they have to come back and fight just to survive. And the longer they’re working for guys like Vic, the less work experience they have to put on a résumé, which means they run a very real risk of never finding a legitimate job again. Not one that pays what they need to make a real living, anyway.”

  “A vicious cycle,” I mused. “They can never get out. Not without a windfall or a miracle.” I looked up at Thom. “How can I help?”

  “Well, it’d be a real boon to have Kellan on board, for starters,” he said.

  I grimaced. “That might be a problem. He doesn’t even know I’m a reporter.”

  “You were planning on telling him, right?” Thom asked. I nodded, and he shrugged. “So do it right before a blowjob. It’ll soften the blow—so to speak.”

  “This guy’s intense, Thom,” I said. “I don’t think a blowjob will heal all wounds, in this case.” Dumb, dumb, dumb. I should’ve just told Kellan from the start who and what I was. Melanie Cartwright’s philosophy on life had me all paranoid and making things way more complicated than they needed to be. “I’ll give it a shot, though, okay? In the meantime, I’m going to try the senator again. That’s a pretty big piece of the puzzle—getting him to support, and hopefully pass, this bill will make it way harder for guys like Victor to prey on guys like Kellan.”

  “Sounds good,” Thom said, hopping down off my desk. “We’re in this together, Parker. Remember that. If you need help, I’m here.”

  I nodded. That was another fact that flew in the face of Melanie’s theories: Thom and I had a genuine friendship that was personal as well as professional. He wouldn’t backstab me, and even though he had way more experience and clout than I did, he was willing to help me with whatever I needed. And he didn’t treat me like I owed him for it, either. Thom was good people, and living proof that you didn’t have to be a Grade-A asshole to get ahead in this business.

  If you’d acted more like Thom from the beginning, you wouldn’t be in this mess with Kellan, I reminded myself. Listening to Melanie Cartwright has got you in big trouble so far.

  My conscience was right. Melanie may have had to step on more than a few toes to get to the top, but that didn’t mean everyone had to. And honestly, even though she was very successful, she was also very lonely. She didn’t have anyone in her life like Thom. No friends. No husband. No real family to speak of at all. The acquaintances she knew were just as ruthless as she was. For me, that was no way to live. I should have realized it sooner.

  I don’t want to be so cold that I freeze out everyone around me. I wanted the warmth I’d felt last night with Kellan. God, I’d felt so safe, so guarded in his arms. And he’d held me like that all night, so when I woke up, the first thing I felt was his embrace.

  It was the best night of my life. I’d never slept so soundly. And despite all the anxiety I’d felt on my way here today, I’d never felt happier, either. Was it too late to fix this? Had I irrevocably messed everything up?

  The only way to find out was to come clean, and hope that Kellan could forgive me. Things might go a little smoother, though, if I had some good news on my side. It was a long shot, but I was going to have to get back up on that horse.

  Thom waved as he walked back to his desk, and I returned the gesture with a smile. Then I picked up the phone and dialed Senator MacFarla
ne’s number for the millionth time since I started work on this story, and just like every other time, I got his secretary and was promptly transferred to his voicemail.

  I sighed just before the beep. “Senator MacFarlane, this is Parker Jones from The Spill. I’m leaving you another message regarding the upcoming proposed bill that would ensure job preference for veterans who’ve returned home from overseas tours. It’s imperative that I speak with you at your earliest convenience—no, forget that,” I said, taking a risk and going off script, “it’s absolutely crucial that we talk about this. There are too many good men and women whose livelihoods depend on you making the right choice here, and dammit, if nobody else is going to push you in the right direction, I sure as hell am. So call me back, or the next thing I’ll do is camp out in front of your office door. You’ve got to come to work sometime, even if you are a senator.”

  When I hung up the phone, I felt better than I had in a long time. Chances were slim to none that the senator was actually going to call me back after that—and if Melanie had come to work today, I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing it—but it had to be done. He’d been ducking me for weeks, anyway, so it wasn’t like my tirade would change much.