by Ana Sparks
Jen pushed her hips upwards in time with his movements so that he could go even deeper, and he rammed into her again and again until she cried out as another orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of rippling pleasure, soaking her inner thighs.
He didn’t give her time to catch her breath, pulling out of her and running his large hands over the firm mounds of her breasts.
“You are so beautiful. You have the most amazing body, Jen. I just want to lose myself in you.” As he talked, he rolled her over onto her stomach, pulling her bottom half up by her hips and plunging back inside her. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of fucking you.”
Dan was as good as his word, pounding into her as though it was the last time he would ever have sex. Jen reveled in the feeling of his balls slapping up against her clit, adding to the sensations that were flowing through her.
Her next orgasm, when it came, was harder than she had ever experienced before, and as her pussy tightened around him, Dan gave a yell and unloaded into her, shooting come deep inside her with a yell of triumph. It was fast and it was intense, and they collapsed on the mattress in a heap, gasping for breath and unable to talk for a few minutes.
“That was…” Jen's voice trailed off. She couldn’t seem to find the right word to describe what they had just shared.
“Amazing? Sensational? The best sex you’ve ever had in your life? Or all of the above?” Dan’s voice was teasing and relaxed and Jen snuggled into his arms with a smile on her face as she rested her head on his chest.
“I’m not sure about it being all of the above, but it was definitely amazing and sensational,” she teased. Jen unsuccessfully tried to stifle the yawn that escaped her and Dan laughed softly as he brushed his fingers through her hair.
“I think we need to get some sleep, don’t you?” he said gently.
He was talking to himself. Jen had already closed her eyes and slipped into a peaceful slumber, feeling happier and more sexually satisfied that she had in a very long time.
Chapter Eight
Jen opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the light and wondering for a split second where she was. When realization dawned, she turned her head and saw Dan laying on his back with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as though in deep thought.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” she said softly.
The smile that had spread over Jen's face when she’d seen him lying there slowly disappeared as he glanced at her with an expression of what she could only call unease.
“Morning. I thought I’d let you sleep a little before I woke you up, but it’s a good thing you’re awake now. I’ve got to get moving.”
“Don’t I even get a good morning kiss?”
Her attempt at lightheartedness fell on deaf ears, much to her disappointment.
“Sorry, Jen. I don’t have time this morning.” His voice was cool, baring no trace of last night’s passion. “If you want to use the bathroom first I’ll go through to the living room and call you a cab.”
She wasn’t sure what to say to him, but she knew she had to try and find out what had obviously gone wrong between the previous night and this morning. “Have I done something to piss you off, Dan?”
“You haven’t done anything. I just have a busy day ahead of me and need to get going.” He swung his legs out of bed and got to his feet, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and making sure he didn’t look at her.
Jen got out of the bed as well, wishing there was something that she could put on so that she didn’t feel quite so self-conscious. “Right, okay then. I’ll just go and get dressed and I’ll be out of your way.”
She padded into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, feeling close to tears and confused about why his attitude had changed so much overnight. As she hastily pulled her clothes on, she started to feel indignant about his treatment of her. The least he could do if he had regrets about sleeping with her was to be man enough to actually tell her.
She splashed her face with cold water and used her finger as a toothbrush before squaring her shoulders and walking out of the room to find him.
“Dan, are you sure I haven’t done something wrong?” She had to ask him again; she couldn’t just let this go. “It’s just that last night was absolutely amazing, but this morning you can’t seem to wait to get rid of me, and I’d like to know why.”
“It’s not you, Jen.” Dan visibly sighed as he turned to look at her. “You’re right, the sex was amazing, but that’s all it was. I don’t do the whole commitment thing, and I think you’re the kind of girl that deserves and needs that. You’re not into the whole one-night stand thing, but I never want anything more than that.”
Jen felt her heart sink at his words. Of course, they’d only met twelve hours ago, and even she wasn’t naive enough to think that spending one night together meant something. But at the same time, from everything he'd said to her, she'd thought she would mean more to him than just a roll in the hay.
“I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted or needed some kind of commitment. Nothing could be further from the truth, Dan, but I really thought that last night had meant something to both of us.”
For a split second it looked as though he might be having second thoughts, but his face hardened and he squared his shoulders resolutely before replying.
“Like I said, Jen, it’s not you, and I really am sorry. The best thing you can do is go back to the city. This is no place for a woman like you, and I really think it’s for the best that you go.”
Disappointment didn’t come close to describing what she felt at hearing him say that, but there was no way she was going to abstain her welcome by dragging things out. “Okay, well, if that’s really what you want.”
“It is what I want.” A car honked its horn outside and a look of relief crossed Dan's his face. “I forgot the cab was outside. I’ve already paid for your ride home so you don’t have to worry about that.”
Jen picked up her bag and started to walk towards the door before pausing and turning back to Dan.
“Well, thank you for a lovely night, Dan. I really did enjoy myself.”
Before she could change her mind, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek before turning back around and leaving his apartment.
Chapter Nine
Over the following few weeks Jen did her best to forget about Dan, and during the daytime she kept herself busy enough to be more or less successful. The nights were another matter entirely, and she would frequently wake up in the middle of the most erotic fantasies, the recollection of what he’d done to her body making it hard for her to go back to sleep.
Jen had been feeling queasy for a few days and put it down to tiredness and stress about filling in her application for med school. It was with a slow, dawning sense of horror that she realized that her period was late and a quick trip to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test was most definitely in order. She felt numb later on that day as she sat on the floor of the bathroom and held the plastic test wand in her hands. Her fears were confirmed. She was pregnant.
What the hell am I going to do now?
She knew what she should do. She should let Dan know that he was going to be a father. He was the only man she'd had sex with in months and there was no doubt in her mind that he was the one who'd gotten her pregnant. She could only assume that the condoms they’d used were defective, and because she wasn’t one to have casual sex as a rule, she wasn’t on the pill.
Jen thought about what she should do all day, and that night she lay awake and watched each hour come and go. She couldn’t remember where Dan lived, but she thought that she could find her way back to the bar, so that evening she looked up directions and drove out to the place where they’d kicked off their one and only night together.
Jen felt more than a little conspicuous walking into the bar alone; she felt embarrassed beyond belief. But, she was there and there was no turning back now. She caught the attention of a bartender she didn't recognize,
and the guy dawdled his way over to her with an air of bored indifference.
“Are you lost or something?”
Jen thought he could be forgiven for assuming so – it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t from around there.
“No, I’m not lost. I’m actually looking for Dan. Is he around anywhere?”
“No, honey, he’s not working tonight, but you should be able to find him at the usual place.” To Jen's surprise, the bartender didn’t seem all that curious about her.
Maybe Dan has told him about me, she thought with a glimmer of hope.
“Do you mind telling me where the usual place is, please? I'm sorry to hassle you, but I really do need to speak to him tonight.”
The bartender raised his eyebrows, like he was surprised that she didn’t know where Dan would be. Jen watched, bemused, as he shiftily looked around the bar, almost as though making sure that nobody was looking, before grabbing a napkin and scribbling an address down on it.
“If anyone asks, you didn’t get that from me, okay?”
“Um, sure, okay. Thanks for this; I really appreciate it.”
Jen picked up the napkin and made her way quickly out of the bar, feeling relieved when she was out in the fresh air and away from the prying eyes of the locals. She hastily got back into her car and typed the address into her GPS before following the directions to wherever Dan’s 'usual place' was.
When she reached the destination, however, Jen began to wonder if she might have driven to the wrong place or if the bartender had given her the wrong address. The building that the address corresponded with looked to be derelict, and there was no noise or people anywhere that she could see.
She parked the car up as close to a streetlight as possible and made sure that all the doors were locked when she got out. She’d never been in this area before, but it looked run down and seedy, and she wasn’t going to take any chances. God knew she felt foolish enough for coming here on her own in the first place.
Using her cell phone as a flashlight, she crossed the road over to the building in question, making sure that the number on the door matched up with the number the bartender had given her. She gingerly tried opening the door but was unsurprised when she found it to be firmly locked.
She decided to investigate and see if there was another entrance around the side or the back, and as she turned the corner to walk around the side she finally heard some sounds of life. She had half been expecting to hear the thump, thump, thump of some illegal rave, but instead all she could hear was what sounded like a crowd of people chanting and shouting. Following the distant noise, she eventually came to a flight of steps that looked as though they led down into the basement of the building.
Taking a deep breath, Jen followed the steps down into the darkness. Her heart was in her mouth as she opened the door, and the noise became a cacophony that almost had her turning tail and running back up the stairs. But, she told herself, she’d come this far, and there was no point in being a coward now.
Jen squared her shoulders and sent up a quick prayer for courage, pushing her way through the crowd of men and a handful of women who seemed to be assembled around a makeshift boxing ring. As she walked past the ring she noticed stains that looked as though they could be sweat and blood, and she gave an involuntary shudder.
A huge, burly man, who looked as though he could be a fighter himself, was standing in the center of the ring, shouting out what Jen assumed was the night’s program. With her eyes peeled for Dan, her ears pricked up when she heard him announce that the main event was going to be a highly anticipated showdown between two sworn enemies.
Judging by the shouting and applause that followed the MC’s announcement, Phil ‘Banks’ Tywin and ‘Natural Born Killer’ Dan Simmons were who the crowd had obviously come to see.
Her eyes scanned the room and the crowd looking for any sign of Dan. When she couldn’t see him anywhere, she decided to follow a signpost down a corridor that indicated the dressing rooms were in that direction. She wasn’t surprised to note that there was no female dressing room, in light of the fact that this was very obviously an illegal boxing venue.
It was only when she found a door that had a sign on it saying ‘Simmons’ that the MC’s words registered with her. Could ‘Natural Born Killer’ Dan Simmons be the Dan that she was looking for? There was only one way to find out, so she knocked tentatively on the door.
When there was no answer she knocked again, a little louder, but still with the same result. There was only one way she was going to find out if this was ‘her’ Dan, and before she could talk herself out, of it she opened the door and walked in.
When she saw what was going on in the room, she almost wished that she had stayed home that night. She realized that her fears were founded when she saw that it was indeed Dan’s dressing room, but he wasn’t in there alone. He was locked in a passionate embrace with a young blonde woman, and what made it worse was the fact that they were both naked from the waist up.
“Oh my God!” Jen clapped her hand over her mouth a split second after uttering the words, but it was too late. Dan broke off the embrace and turned around with a start.
“What the hell do you think you doing?”
Jen almost didn’t recognize him. The look of anger on his face was something that she hadn't seen before. “Get the fuck out of here.”
Realization dawned as Dan finally recognized the woman who had barged into his room uninvited. “Oh shit.”
His eyes riveted on Jen, then he addressed the topless woman. “You need to leave, Molly. Now.”
His tone brooked no argument and the blonde snatched up her shirt and quickly left the room. “You shouldn’t be here, Jen,” he said as the door banged shut.
“Well, I know that now. If I’d known you were entertaining I most certainly wouldn’t have come.”
Jen’s tone was cold. She hadn’t known what to expect when she went there, but finding Dan in the arms of a topless woman hadn’t been high on her list of expectations. How was she supposed to tell him that he was going to be a father now, when she couldn’t even think of the next word to say?
She was nervous about how he would react at the news, after seeing the anger that flashed on his face at being disturbed. What had she been thinking? She didn’t know this man at all.
She was saved from having to explain herself when the door suddenly opened and a beast of a man rushed in. She didn’t have time to get out of the way, and he almost knocked her over in his rush to get to Dan. The man was huge, covered in tattoos and scars, just like Dan was, and she realized that they were obviously the battle scars from their chosen profession.
“Are you ready to get slaughtered tonight, Killer? I hope so, because by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll never want to get in the ring again.”
Jen assumed that the guy was Dan’s opponent for the fight, and her heart sank again at the thought that he might be able to follow through on his threat. The man had a southern drawl, but apart from that, there was no indication of where he might be from—not that Jen really wanted to know.
“Get out of here, Tywin. You’ll have time to put your money where your mouth is later. Right now I’m busy.” Dan didn’t sound flustered in the slightest, and Jen realized that his opponent’s threats were obviously of no concern to him.
Jen wasn’t able to move quickly enough before Tywin reached out a hand and placed it on her hip, holding her in place while he pinched her behind with his other hand.
“Hey!” She swatted at his hand, to no avail. He wasn’t going to budge.
“I’m going to beat the shit out of you, and then I’m going to take your little bitch here and show her what it's like to be with a real man. By the time I’m finished with her, she’s not gonna look twice at you.”
Jen was horrified at his words, but she was more horrified by the look of anger that crossed Dan’s face. Jumping to his feet, he went to rush at Tywin, only stopping when Jen got between them.
Luckily, Jen was prevented from having to act as a referee when the door opened and a third man walked in.
“You guys need to get yourself ringside, pronto. We’ve only got a few minutes before the fight starts.” The messenger was gone again almost as suddenly as he’d appeared, and Tywin followed swiftly on his heels.
Dan turned back to Jen. “I want you to stay in here, Jen. Wait for me, okay?”
Jen didn’t even have time to wish him good luck before he left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving her alone.
Her stomach was in knots. She was worried about Dan and the fight he was about to have. She knew that things were far from right between the two of them, but that didn’t mean that she wanted any harm to come to him.
She debated staying in the changing room as she’d been instructed, but curiosity got the better of her. As much as she abhorred violence, she could easily make an exception for Tywin, after the way he'd spoken to Dan. With her mind made up, Jen opened the dressing room door and made her way back to the main room just in time to hear the MC announce Tywin's entrance.
Jen watched with a vague sense of disgust as he made his showy entrance to the ring, followed by Dan who entered with a much calmer air about him. Even as someone who knew nothing about boxing, she could see that Tywin was full of hot air while Dan was the one who meant business.
Jen pushed her way through the braying crowd until she reached the side of the ring. As she got closer to Dan, she realized she could see a coldness in his eyes that went beyond rage. Suddenly the bell rang, and both fighters moved immediately to the center of the ring, fists flailing.
