Boxer Beast

by Marci Fawn

  “So,” he turns to me, kissing the corner of my mouth. We’re inside now, and aside from some quick looks around, all our focus has been on each other. His hand drags down my cheek to my neck; he really likes doing that. “You think you can handle sharing a room with me? Are you ready for it?”

  “Never readier,” I respond, pushing the door to our room open before he can. We have two weeks here, and our living space is…

  “Not as gorgeous as you,” River says with a laugh. “But yeah, it’s pretty.”

  I’m laughing aloud again. I can’t help it.

  We have a huge bed, adorned in sheets of white. It has four poles that lead to some type of drape above it, which surrounds the entire bed. The room has large windows that let the sky in, and I just know that light will be perfect to see each other by in the early morning. A little to the side of the bed and across from it is a door leading out to the beach, perfect for midnight strolls by the water.

  I wonder if he’ll take me on the beach…

  We both raise our eyes to each other at the same time, realizing that both of us had been looking at the bed. It’s so perfect and untouched, and River and I haven’t been together in so long. We collapse into each other again, our hands roaming each other’s bodies like we’d wanted to on the beach, but kept ourselves from. Clothing falls to the floor and we surrender ourselves in wet kisses, somehow making it to the bed without tripping.

  “Mhm,” he growls, touching me. He pauses, his hand on my chest. “Are you going to tell Dawn?”

  “Yes,” I mumble against his lips, pulling him back to me. We’re kissing again, his touch no longer uncertain; my answer solidifying what should have been obvious:

  I am his.

  Our future is together.

  For the second time, I’m helping him get his clothes off, and he’s helping me with the same. For the second time, he’s on top of me.

  “I love you,” he stops kissing me to say what we both already know. I close my eyes, my hand moving to his lower back as I push him closer to me, needing him now. The words leave my lips softly as we become one, his manhood pushing into me as I open for him.

  I felt like we could never be right for each other before.

  I was so, so wrong.

  River

  My phone is buzzing in my pocket again, and I forget why I always bring that shit with me. It’s annoying, even on “vibrate.” I look at Dawn and Faith.

  It’s work.

  Fuck.

  Coach keeps bugging me, telling me to get the fuck back to the ring. To where I belong. But this is where I belong.

  I look up at Faith and Dawn – their arms are out as they stumble, trying to keep balance on the logs they’re walking on. This beach is clear and beautiful, but the sea has brought trees here. I don’t mind. They’re smiling and happy, and that’s all that matters.

  I unlock my phone and glance at the texts briefly. Seven missed calls. I ignore them all. I have a match coming up, apparently. I always have matches coming up. I don’t care.

  “River!” I put my phone back in my shorts – I should have left it in the villa – and look up to see my beautiful daughter smiling at me. She starts trying to jump down from the log she’s on; it’s only about two or three feet up, but she’s so small I worry she’s going to hurt herself.

  I jog across the sand – I’m only a short distance away from her anyway - and throw my arms out to catch her as she tosses her small body to me. I catch her. She giggles again.

  I’ve never been much for the sound of children’s laughter, but hers is beautiful. I grin at her, raising a hand and waving to Faith when I see her looking at me. She comes over, smiling. None of us says a word.

  My phone beeps. It vibrates way too loudly, so I set it to beep. That was clearly the wrong thing to do.

  Faith looks at me, trying to raise an eyebrow like I do. She can’t do it. It’s too hard for her. It’s cute, though. So I just raise one back at her – mocking her inability to do something so simple, although it’s adorable that she can’t – and raise my phone in the air so she can see it, then put it back in my pocket.

  Again.

  “Who was that?” Faith walks up to me, smiling, and she throws her arms around my chest. She nuzzles her head against my chest and I press my chin down against the top of her head. My arms go under hers, holding her close to me. I drop a hand to grab Dawn’s though, and she coos – I could never forget her.

  She wasn’t in my life for three years. Faith wasn’t, either… But I was searching for her. I never knew about Dawn. I’m not going to let either of them go. Ever.

  “No one,” I kiss her forehead, and drop my other arm from around her so I can hold her hand too. I like that I’m taller than she is. It makes it impossible for her to see the look on my face, especially since I’ve moved her so she can’t look up to see my face.

  “Now,” I pull away from them both and flash a grin, making my daughter giggle again. Faith just rolls her eyes, bumping against my shoulder with her shoulder in her pretend agitation.

  “Hey,” I bump her back and make eye contact with Dawn. “I thought we were going swimming.”

  Dawn squeals, and the phone call is forgotten.

  For now, anyway.

  My toes dig deep into the sand and I’m thinking about throwing my phone into the water, never to see it again. Christ’s sake. Coach keeps calling and I keep ignoring him. It’s not like it matters…

  But it does.

  Faith grabs my hand, smiling at me and initiating contact before I can.

  “Hey,” I grab her hand, tighter, pulling her entire body to me. We’re sitting on a bench, no longer on the beach together. All three of us have wet skin – we just threw our clothing on over our swimsuits, and the people who sit on the bench after us probably aren’t going to be too happy. I don’t care. It’s too beautiful anyway, there shouldn’t be a bench here.

  “That’s my job,” I say, squeezing her hand and reminding her that I’m always the one to go after her first, even when she pushes me away.

  “Beg to differ,” she says, but her voice is quiet and her lips turn up into that small smile that tell me she’ll obey me, even if she tries to pretend otherwise, for a little while. Dawn scoots herself over from the left of Faith, pulling herself up and then crashing like a whale so she lands sprawled across both of our laps.

  “Ouch,” I feign pain, and they both laugh. Maybe if I keep up the humor, neither of them will notice anything is wrong. But Dawn turns her head to me and starts tugging at my sleeve, and all the comments I’ve heard about children knowing flash through my head…

  “Let’s get some ice cream,” I change the subject.

  “Is there ice cream this far out in Santorini?” Faith’s eyebrows crinkle and she looks at me, wondering where I’m going with this. I just shrug as Dawn squeals, knowing that there’s a few things people love and ice cream is universally one of them. Usually. I wonder if Dawn’s favorite is strawberry, like Faith’s was when we were kids. I wonder if Faith’s favorite is still strawberry and if she still hates chocolate with a passion.

  “Probably,” I grab Dawn off of my lap and carry her, looking at Faith for a second before I grab her too and throw her over my shoulder. It’s only a minute walk into town, anyway, we’ll be able to make it. And based on the way Faith throws her hands against my back, I know she loves it.

  If only this could last forever…

  When we get back to the villa, it’s late. We pass off Dawn to Sabrina – she’s sleepy falling into her arms, making Sabrina dip down, but at least Sabrina’s leg is getting better – and then walk up the stairs to our bed. Faith is tired, too, her arms reaching out to me in her desperation for cuddles.

  “Today was beautiful,” she smiles at me, her eyes closing as she stretches her body across the bed. She’s gorgeous and I want nothing more than to collapse on top of her and feel her body mold with mine. I lean over the side of the bed towards her body, moving myself so t
hat my chest just lightly brushes against hers but I’m still away from her – not on top of her.

  Unfortunately.

  “It was.” It’s true. I kiss her forehead, smiling at her, but her eyebrows crinkle again like they had earlier.

  “You were distant all day, River.” Her hands bunch together in my shirt and she reaches for me, trying to pull me close to her. I can’t let her. I take my hands and place them on her shoulders, keeping her away from me. I’m stronger than her – it’s no challenge.

  “I know, baby, I’ll make it up to you,” I rub her shoulder lightly and wink at her, telling her that it’ll all be okay. “I promise.”

  I can’t leave her right now, though. I fall towards her so that my chest is on top of hers and I meet her lips with mine, giving her a deep, sweet kiss that’s full of promises of things to come and that tells her I’ll stay with her. From the way she’s looking at me, I can tell she thought I was going to leave.

  That will never happen.

  Ever.

  “What’s going on?” She opens her eyes again, this time putting both of her hands in my hair as her fingers rake over my scalp. I feel a shiver through my spine and my cock hardens, and all I can think about is taking her now…

  But I can’t.

  It twitches, and she notices. She’s stripped down from her swimsuit and changed quickly, lying in her bra and underwear under the sheets beneath me. I’m still in my shorts, long-since-dry but clinging to my body from how wet they were after being in the ocean for hours.

  “River…” She bites her lip, her voice lower and dropping so quiet that I have to strain to hear it. She wants to know what’s wrong with me, but she wants my cock. Desperately. I know she does, just like I want her pussy.

  I growl, grabbing both of her arms and turning her body so that I hold them behind her back. I take another hand and push her head gently to the pillow, not smothering her face like I would be if I was fucking my anger out on her – not that I’m angry right now, but, goddamnit, coach needs to just stop bothering me – but leaving it so that it’s almost like she’s sleeping. Peaceful.

  “I’ll tell you in the morning,” I nip at her neck, kissing her lightly and biting against her skin. Comforting her, but letting her know what I want…

  “I’m wet. Not like you,” I tease her, pulling myself away from her body as she trembles beneath me. “I need to go change.”

  “Okay,” she says, and I think she would nod if her head weren’t pressed against the pillow as I’d left it. She doesn’t move it from where I placed her, and I like that.

  But not as much as I love her.

  I get up, acting like I’m turning the corner of our room to go to the walk-in closet just down the hall. There’s a closet in that room, too, but I let Faith stick all of her stuff in there so she wouldn’t have to get up and move like I do, and I don’t mind. In fact, it’s working in my favor right now. I don’t feel the best about sneaking behind her back like this, but it’s not like I’m cheating.

  I walk down the stairs as quietly as I can and sneak out the door, pulling out my phone to finally listen to the voicemails – nine of them now – from Coach Daniels.

  Faith

  River isn’t the same boy he used to be, but somehow he is. I know he is. He’s been gone for about five minutes, and I’m closing my eyes about to drift off to sleep thinking of him… Or try to sleep thinking of him, at least… When the door opens.

  I open them immediately, knowing exactly what I’ll find there. I’ve never really been much for eye contact, but there’s something River’s gate that make me drop my eyes and blush when I see him.

  I’m a mess.

  But I’m his mess.

  He’s changed from his swim shorts to a loose pair of sweats I dimly remember him owning, although I haven’t seen them on him before. They’re dark, navy, more loose-fitting than I’d expected them to be when I saw them at the bottom of the pile in his luggage. But they’re flattering.

  “River,” I open my mouth, whispering to him, the words barely coming out in my excitement. He looks at me, and I realize I’m still lying on the bed, almost naked.

  My whole body flushes.

  “Faith,” he says, and he walks over to the bed. He wasn’t there for me today, at least not as much as I was expecting. But when he moves to me and throws his arm around my body, I realize I was wrong.

  He is there for me. Something was going on, but… He’s okay. He has to be. Like he said, I can ask him about it in the morning. But I don’t want to think about that right now.

  I look over at him and feel his hand brush over my cheek through my hair, and I close my eyes.

  The in-between of my thighs tingle, and I know I won’t be able to control myself with him touching me. But I don’t want to control myself, and I don’t want him to stop. His hands roam my body through the sheets, and I just wish he would pull the thin piece of fabric away from me and make love to me.

  We’re finally together. But we’ve been so busy bonding and exploring… We’ve still only really been together once.

  This desperate want is horrible and I crave his body more than anything. My mouth drops to his shoulder, kissing him and moving so he can slip his knee between my thighs and push them open, to get to me like he wants. But he doesn’t.

  Instead, he brings his hands under my shoulders and slips them over to my back, pulling the sheet away from me like I wish he would have just a few seconds ago.

  He kisses me on the lips again, short and sweet. Not as deep as I was expecting and I open my mouth to protest. He takes advantage of that, using the way my mouth opens to kiss me so deeply I feel like I’m going to suffocate in the taste of him.

  He pulls me out from under the blankets, gripping me and turning me so that I fall below him. He throws himself down on top of me – fully, instead of just a light touch – and I wonder if he’ll crush me beneath him, even though I know he would never hurt me. He never will. He had before, but that wasn’t his fault…

  The hand at my back unclasps my bra strap, and I thank myself for choosing the bra that’s easy to get undone – not that River would have struggled with any of them. Probably. My face gets hot, and I wonder if it’s because of embarrassment or because of his proximity.

  “Stop squirming,” he bites down on my shoulder, harsher than usual but not cruelly, and I realize I’ve been wriggling around as he touches me.

  I’m not sorry. I’m just desperate to get as close to him as I possibly can.

  He starts pulling my bra from my body and I raise a hand to help him, pulling it away from my body. He just growls at me, taking my hand from me and bending it behind me again as he moves his mouth down to my chest.

  He showers the skin there in kisses, moving down to my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth. I groan again, my hips rising to meet his as I raise myself up from the bed.

  Finally.

  We’re finally going to sleep together again.

  But he pulls himself away from me, and I cry out with a begging mewl that sounds desperate even to me. But I need him. I need him inside me and I don’t care how embarrassing it is for him to know that, as long as he knows and takes me as his. He grabs my hair at the base of my scalp, pulling my hair so I look up at him.

  “Faith,” he grins. “You don’t need to be upset. Please, baby.”

  Has my face really fallen as totally as I think it has? It must’ve, by the way he’s talking… But his voice drips down lower and I see his eyes narrow with lust. He’s not sorry for me. He’s…

  “I’m horny as fuck and I’m going to make you mine completely,” he says, grabbing my thighs and pulling them open so my panties draw tight over my sex and the wetness is even more noticeable.

  I whimper and try to close them so he can’t see just how much I want him, but he doesn’t let me. He looks up at me, his jaw tightening as he takes a hand and slaps me… There.

  It’s light but my hips buck up at the sheer surprise of it. />
  Then he grabs the undersides of both my thighs, throwing my body up and over his shoulder like he carried me down to the ice cream shop in the more modern of Santorini earlier. But it’s not the same. It’s more possessive, as if he’s carrying me so people would know I’m his. But there’s no one around, except us.

  I gasp in horror as we walk down the stairs, and I hope he’s not intending for us to do this on the couch… I want him more than anything and I wouldn’t say no if he did, but if Sabrina and Dawn saw us, that would be the end for me.

  He doesn’t.

  He walks right past the sofa and out the door, and as soon as we’re out of sight of the house, he lays me down gently onto the sand.

  It’s light and I start rolling to catch myself, but he grabs my leg. His hand trails up to my upper thigh, pulling them apart again as his other hand reaches up to my hip. His hand at my thigh finally meets it there, and he’s pulling my panties down past my thighs, and suddenly I’m naked, the cool night wind tickling against every part of me.

  My nipples get harder in the cold and he smiles, kissing from one to the other one, sucking them both into his mouth as desperately as he can.

  He’s on top of me again, my back against the sand as another hand moves between my thighs. He clutches my sex completely, stroking the cleft there in circles as I moan for him. I run my hands down his arms, shaking beneath him, desperate for him to take me…

  I move my mouth to his neck and give him kisses there, looking at him and arching my own neck for him when he looks back. He smiles, pleased, knowing I knew what he wants.

  And he kisses me.

  I pull his shorts from him, pulling him farther down so I’m completely flat on the sand below him with his weight crushing me beneath him. I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. I don’t want to. I run a hand over his jaw, bringing his face to mine and his kiss is hungrier now.