Takedown (Fight Factory Book 1)

by Lea Hart

  The UFC had assigned security to him when he arrived several days ago because the crowds were starting to become a problem. He had balked at the idea until they told him it was nonnegotiable. The last thing anyone needed was an overly enthusiastic fan to start something that would make Matt react. He’d been protective of her since they arrived and had already exchanged words with people who had gotten too close. He had insisted she accompany him to all his press events and she didn’t have the heart to tell him no. So, every time they left the room, they had a couple of guys follow them and make sure that everyone stayed safe.

  Checking the clock, she decided she should get up and grab a shower. Just as she was about to slide out of bed, a big arm pulled her back down. “What are you doing?” she asked as she looked at his closed eyes.

  “Making sure that you stay where you are. I’m in the mood for something sweet and I need some of your honey.”

  Laughing, she pushed against his hand. “We have a lot of things to do today.”

  He opened his eyes, gave her a sexy grin, and then crawled over her body. “Come on, Bree, show me what’s mine.”

  When she didn’t comply right away, she wondered if he was going to go caveman and insist. Sometimes she teased him to see how far she could push before he reverted to the alpha that took control.

  “Open up and let me see that sweet pussy of yours,” he said impatiently.

  Gasping, she felt his palms press against her knees as he forced them open. The hungry look on his face sent a shower of shivers over her skin as he stared at her swollen folds. She watched as his big hands slowly slid up the inside of her thighs. A moan escaped as he brushed the pads of his thumbs along the outer creases, making her desperate to feel his caress. “Matt…”

  “How do you want my mouth and tongue on this pussy, honey?” he asked as he placed a hot, wet kiss on the inside of her thigh. Slowly he licked his way up and then stopped just short of her core. “Soft and slow or hard and fast?”

  “Yes,” she replied as her mind short-circuited.

  “Greedy,” he murmured as he buried his mouth between her legs. He started slow and soft, his tongue lapping the entire length of her sex and curling around her clit with teasing swirls. Her entire body arched toward his wicked mouth as a silent plea for more rang through her head.

  With every deliberate lick, every persistent stroke, every dip of his tongue pushing inside her, he gave her no choice but to surrender to the pleasure he gave her. His slow pace was meant to show her that he owned her and was in charge of every delicious sensation that rolled over her body. The point was made beautifully when he slid two fingers deep and rubbed along her inner walls. She was delirious with need and begged him for release. “Please….”

  He finally obliged by latching on to the sensitive bundle of nerves and using his teeth and tongue to propel her toward an unbelievable peak. Her entire body jolted with the force of the orgasm surging through her. As she chanted his name, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her body, leaving her overwhelmed.

  A trail of soft kisses kept her from passing out as she felt him move up her body. When he kissed her fully, she opened one eye and saw his satisfied smile. “You are…” she began.

  “I’m what?” he asked as he pushed her hair off her face.

  “Everything,” she replied. Matt Hall was her everything and she might as well admit it to herself and to him.

  “About damn time.” He sat up and then moved so his back was against the headboard. “Come up here and straddle me.”

  Letting her eyes run over his body, she licked her lips. He was magnificently male. His shaft was thick and hard and curved against his stomach. “All right.” She slowly crawled up his body and then spread her knees on either side of his thighs so she was sitting astride his lap. There was only a sliver of space separating them. Knowing what was about to come made her shiver. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as anticipation ran over her skin.

  “Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.” He grabbed the tie he’d worn to the press conference yesterday and gave her a naughty grin. “You seemed to like this last night, so let’s try it again.”

  When she nodded in approval he looped the material around her wrists and made sure that it was tight enough to restrain her but loose enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable. The position pulled her shoulders back, which in turn thrust her breasts out like an offering.

  He took them in his hands, squeezing her flesh and rolling her nipples between his fingers. It became almost too much and she felt her sex clench as he rubbed his thumbs in slow, torturous circles.

  “Jesus, Bree. You are so goddamn beautiful,” he said possessively. “Every single inch of you.”

  Savoring his sweet words, she felt his hands move down her waist and around her back. She never felt beautiful but Matt somehow made her feel like she was. His hands splayed over her bottom as he gripped her ass and hauled her forward. She was pressed against the length of his shaft and it felt like an intimate kiss.

  “Feel that, honey?” he asked as he rolled his hips, grinding his cock against her drenched folds and coating himself in the slick moisture from the orgasm he’d just given her. “I’m going to drive myself into your body and give you everything.”

  Biting her bottom lip as he rocked against her core, she felt her body flutter. She gyrated her hips against his erection and gave him a filthy lap dance that had him clenching his jaw as his chest began to rise and fall with harsh breaths.

  A dark, dominating growl rumbled out of his chest as his fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her ass. “That’s it, Bree. Rub your soaked pussy all over my dick. Make yourself come on my cock.”

  His wicked words and the command in his voice put her on the edge. She wanted to grab on to his shoulders so she could anchor herself, but that was impossible with her hands tied behind her back. Lifting her eyes to his, she saw his glittering blue eyes stare at her with such heat and desire that she couldn’t hold back any longer. The orgasm crashed over and through her as shuddering moans escaped her lips.

  Before she could fully recover, Matt gripped her waist and lifted her up so that the head of his cock was at her opening. In one strong, single movement, he pulled her down on his shaft, plunging so hard she cried out at the initial shock of it.

  She was impaled to the hilt and he remained still, giving her a moment to adjust. And she knew that’s all it would be…a moment before he let loose. Feeling him pulse inside her, she saw the muscle in his jaw tick as he slowly slid his hands down her hips. “Let go, Matt. Give us both what we want.”

  He captured her mouth in a savage kiss and did exactly as she asked. He drove his body in and out of hers and took them to a place she hadn’t known existed. A place that only the two of them inhabited. A place where they became one.

  ***

  Matt lay next to Bree’s soft, warm body tucked against his. She had passed out after he emptied himself inside her. Running his finger over her soft skin, he knew he was ready to ask her for a real commitment. The last two months had shown him what they could have on a daily basis and he wanted to lock her down and make sure she knew that this was it.

  What they had was what he wanted for the rest of his life. No matter how many times he heard her voice say his name or felt her hands on his skin, he always wanted more. The thread that connected them needed to become unbreakable and he felt like that was happening, but he wouldn’t relax until he knew for sure.

  And one way to do that was to ask her the big question. He knew it was early on, but in his gut, he was confident that she was the one for him. He didn’t need six months or a year to pass for him to know what he was already sure of. Guys were like that as far as he could tell. It either was or it wasn’t and you knew pretty much from the start which way it was going to go. There wasn’t ever a lot of angst about the decision unless, of course, you were making the wrong one.

  He knew pretty much from the get-go that Bree was the one
for him. Every day that passed just made him more sure. So, all he had to do was defend his title on Saturday and then take Bree away for a little vacay. If he could get her nice and relaxed, he knew she would agree on what their future would look like.

  He saw his tie at the foot of the bed and rubbed his thumb over his mouth as a satisfied smile formed. When he had first restrained her, he had no idea she would like it so much. They had been fooling around and he did it as joke. When her pupils dilated and she soaked his hand, he figured they were on to something. The fact that he had to let her do it in return was a small price to pay. She always got a kick out of tying him up and he loved seeing her satisfied grin when he had his hands tied over his head. The fact that she couldn’t tie a knot to save her life didn’t seem to matter a bit. It was all about her doing what she wanted without his interference. Which was damn satisfying.

  The woman had a wicked mouth and she liked to torture him whenever he let her. His girl liked his filthy mouth and wild ideas and had become more uninhibited as each day passed. It wasn’t about trying crazy shit together that turned him on. It was her trusting him and opening herself up. That’s what made his heart beat with satisfaction.

  He wanted to be her everything and the fact that she just told him he was made him happier than anything in his life. Because she was his center and everything rotated around her. Now it seemed he was for her as well.

  Kissing her shoulder, he realized that he’d never been more relaxed and confident about a fight in his life. Which meant he was going to win.

  Hell, he’d already won because he had someone to share the ride with. Going through this week with Bree had already made the experience a hundred times better. Knowing that he got to start and end his day with her in his arms was all he needed. That and another world title. He felt Bree move and released his hold. “Happy Fourth of July.”

  “I didn’t even have to get out bed to see fireworks. You made me see them and I had my eyes closed.”

  He rolled her over and caged her in. Bracketing her body with his arms, he grinned. “Want to do it again?”

  Leaning up, she kissed him. “You have to go to the gym, so you better move that fine ass of yours and get in the shower. Jaime and Bruce will be waiting for you.”

  He kissed her and jumped out of the bed. “Look your fill, honey, ’cause I’m going to be gone all day.” He heard her laughter as he turned on the water and decided it was the best sound in the world.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Saturday, July 8th

  Matt walked down the hall with his bag slung over his shoulder and said, “Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka,” as he watched Bree’s fine ass sway in front of him. Watching the fringe sway on her jacket made him laugh because he remembered wondering if she was a showgirl the last time she wore it.

  His sassy southern sweetheart was as far from a showgirl as she could get. And he counted himself lucky that she was all his.

  Bree stopped in front of his room and put her hand on her hip. “Come on, champ, hope you like what I did for you.” She pushed the door open and winked. “Perfect.”

  He followed her in and noticed that there was a table along one wall that had fruit and water. There were also chairs, a long couch, and a large banner with a picture of him holding up the belt after his last fight. “I see someone did some decorating,” he commented as he slung his arm over her shoulder. “Thanks, honey.”

  “I do this for Bruce and now I’m going to do it for you.” She kissed his cheek and then stepped away. “I’m heading up in a bit and checking in with your sponsors.”

  “Are you watching the fight from the floor or are you going to be standing in the hall, covering your eyes?”

  “I’m sitting with our brothers and the guys from your gym and I plan on watching as much of it as I can stand. It’s going to be difficult, but I don’t want to miss seeing you win.”

  “I’m ready for this, Bree, and I’ve never felt better about my chances.”

  “I know. Marco Galvan is going to be forced to shut that fat mouth of his after you make him submit. I’m so tired of him trashing you in the press and I can’t wait to see him eat his words.”

  Matt threw his head back and laughed. “That’s what fighters do…talk trash so they can get some press.”

  “I don’t like him and his trash, so I look forward to seeing the takedown.”

  “Bloodthirsty. I had no idea my woman had it in her.” Seeing her flip her hair over her shoulder and smirk told him she hadn’t even gotten started. Before he could say more, his entourage entered the room. Jaime, his coach, Henry, his tape man and corner guy, Bruce, and Kilian, his sparring partner. “Gang’s all here,” he called out. He had about three hours before his fight. He would go through his warm-up, then spar a little with Bruce and Kilian, and then it was show time.

  Bree came over and took his hand. “I’m going to head upstairs and get out of your way.” Leaning up, she gave him a kiss and then stepped back. “I love you and I know you’re going to have an amazing night. I’ll see you in the cage after you win.”

  “Thanks, honey. I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Where else would I be?” She gave him one last kiss and then waved to her brother.

  “Wait for security to take you upstairs,” Matt said as she stood at the door. Rolling her eyes, she gave him a thumbs-up. When he saw the security man at the door, he nodded. They might be a little crazy, the precautions he insisted on, but he didn’t care. Knowing she had someone looking out for her meant that he didn’t have to worry. He’d almost lost her, and having a man protecting her in the crowd gave him peace of mind.

  Jaime came up and shook his hand. “Let’s get you ready.”

  “Thanks, man. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

  “I look forward to seeing you win tonight and showing everyone how smart I was to take a chance on a surfer from Santa Cruz.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that,” he said as he pulled his headphones out. He had a routine that always seemed to work and he was superstitious enough not to want to change anything. He saw the mat that Bree had brought in and smiled to himself. She’d seen his routine and had thought of everything. Having her in his life meant that this was going to be the sweetest victory of his career.

  ***

  Bree was about to crawl out of her skin, she was so keyed up. Bruce took her hand and squeezed it as Matt stood in the middle of the octagon. “I feel like throwing up,” she said to her brother.

  “Totally normal,” he responded. “Matt’s got a ton of momentum coming in and he’s one of the most devastating finishers in his division. He’s going to dominate.”

  “I know,” she mumbled to herself. Looking over at Nate, she realized he was as keyed up as she was. She put her hand on his arm and waited until he looked at her. “He’s going to shut his big fat mouth once and for all.”

  Nate let out a bark of laughter. “I like you, Bree. I knew you were good for my brother back when I met you at the gym, and he’s lucky to have you.”

  “Luck’s all mine,” she said in response. Matt Hall was her everything and she knew that there was never going to be another. Maybe she should mention that after he was done defending his title.

  The bout began and Bree prayed she didn’t pass out. The first round started out with the usual exchange of kicks. Galvan shot in for a takedown and took Matt’s back standing. After some excellent grappling, Matt escaped and pressured his opponent into the clinch. Bree pumped her fist in the air and shouted her head off. “His ground moves are unstoppable,” Bree said to no one in particular.

  Galvan then landed a brief takedown, but Matt worked his way back to his feet. Breathe, Bree instructed herself. The two stalled out on the ground in a guillotine position and then got themselves back into the fight. With forty seconds remaining, Matt landed a vicious body kick and countered a takedown with a guillotine choke, finishing the round in top position. Bree knew that it was an extremely close round and an arg
ument could be made for either man.

  The next round began and Matt started out strong, stunning his opponent with his right hook, then landing some hard left kicks. Next, he defended a deep clinch attempt and returned to the center of the cage. “Shut his big fat mouth,” Bree shouted at the top of her lungs. When Bruce and Nate gave her a look, she shrugged. Her man was in there and she wanted him to stomp the asshole across from him. Bloodthirsty didn’t begin to describe her mindset.

  For the rest of the round, Galvan tried to walk Matt down, but he couldn’t as he absorbed a ton of kicks, as well as the counter punches that Matt was landing with deadly accuracy. Matt caught Galvan clean a couple of times. The second round was huge for Matt and, as long as he could last, he could win.

  The third round opened with Galvan’s pressure kicks, which resulted in his attempt at another takedown. Matt wasn’t having any part of it and moved back to his feet as they traded shots. For a second, Galvan gained momentum, but Matt capitalized on one of the kicks and took him down in a back mount. Galvan flattened and Matt battered his opponent until the end of the round. For the last thirty seconds, Galvan absorbed a hellacious beating and barely survived. The fight was almost called off and Matt undoubtedly earned a 10–8 round.

  When the round continued, Matt kept heavy top pressure and landed some powerful ground strikes. Before long, he was standing above Galvan and dropping bombs, which forced him to open the guard. Once that happened, Matt hammered him until he was barely moving. The fight was called because Galvan had nothing left.