PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2)

by Wyatt, Dani

  “You really think that’s what girls do?”

  “In my dreams, they do.” Flynn smiled as he heard her voice lift.

  “You’re something else, Dunleavy. We talk about sex.”

  “You better not.”

  That belonged to them, and thinking she would be discussing it with someone else sent his teeth on edge.

  “I’m just kidding. No, but I will tell her what a pain in the neck you are.”

  “Yeah, my shoulders are broad enough for that shit. So, please, just talk to her today, get it set up. I need to know where she lives and all that too, understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Dang, you are a pain.”

  “Yes, a pain in your ass and on your ass and all around your ass — and very soon, in your ass. I’m all about that ass.”

  “Uggg! Goodbye!”

  “Bye, babe. Back to work.”

  “I love you, Dunleavy.”

  “I love you too, fire-doll.”

  She hung up and, for a few seconds, the ever-present pain in his side disappeared in the sound of those beautiful words.

  ***

  “You’re doing what? You are the dumbest damn mick I’ve ever met. You’re going to get yourself hurt for real. No contract if you get yourself fucked up permanently.” Roger’s face turned three shades of purple as he talked.

  Flynn nodded, sweat already dripping even though he’d barely started his workout. The throbbing in his side sent waves of heat over him.

  “Well, I’m coming then. If you’re going to do this, I’m at least going to be there and try to get your dumb ass from getting killed. Stupid. Settle some bet,” Roger grumbled as he scooted off.

  Flynn hadn’t told Roger who Gideon was or even his name. And, Roger didn’t ask which seemed odd even to Flynn, but he didn’t have the time or energy to try to figure out his coaches motives. Flynn just told him that he had some old debt hanging out there, and he needed to square it and this was the offer.

  It must have made sense to Roger. Flynn knew he could relate to debt, so he played it right into his hand.

  “Fucking Row fights, I hate that shit,” Roger called over his shoulder before grousing something toward Victoria.

  It was obvious she drove the train at the gym, and the irony was both the old men treated her like shit. Flynn took note of the monster that shadowed her a lot of the time. He’d learned his name was Cameron, and he was the son of the other owner.

  Strange world they had here, but really no more fucked up than Flynn’s little family paradise. Cameron even took to nodding at Flynn now and then and even gave him props for a fight he’d watched the other day.

  Something in him felt like they were on the same page. Strangers but kindred in some way. Flynn didn’t need any friends, but if he did, this dude just might fit the bill.

  Now, I just need to figure out how to beat the fuck out of my brother for the first and last time. I’m beat to shit already, so time to dig fucking deep.

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Lilly watched the way Flynn moved. He was slower than usual, but his face hid any pain.

  As much as she tried to push him away, he would have none of it. Before dinner, he’d had her bent over the little, round dining table in front of the windows that looked over the lake.

  It was fall, and the leaves blew around the lawn as she felt the way he stretched her. She had to suck in a deep breath when he sank as far as he ever had, his hips meeting her ass.

  Lilly could hear his breath, shallow but fast as he held himself so hard and commanding inside her.

  “Does that hurt too much, babe?” His voice sounded thick, raspy.

  “No, god, you’re so far inside me — it hurts, but don’t stop.”

  Lilly loved the way she could talk to him, even now, about anything. He made her feel like he wanted to know everything, no matter what, and she felt so safe telling him the truth about all of her.

  She’d never expected sex to make her feel so free.

  “Babe, you are so beautiful — fuck that ass back into me…”

  Lilly felt the bump of his monster cock hit her deep before he slipped almost out, making her desperately push back, not wanting him to stop, to break the connection.

  His hand came down and around to rub her dripping, open slit and she felt the pressure build, the tingle starting in her toes. She entered that space where she knew she was moaning, even screaming, but she couldn’t hear herself.

  This was where he liked her, lost in the most decadent, delicious way, at his mercy yet completely giving her what she needed.

  Their bodies rocked into each other, the kitchen echoing the flesh slapping together, the bang and scrape of the little table against the wall.

  The tightness turned the corner, and Flynn brought his slick fingers up. As his cock slammed her into the table, he glided one long finger slow and full into her ass.

  She came undone. Her mind went utterly blank and the stunning silence took over, wrapped in a blanket of bliss that shook her and had her voice raw and desperate, begging him not to stop.

  As she twisted and came apart, Flynn pulsed in and out of her, his dick spreading her until she felt the jolt of pain from the depth of his stroke, his finger opening her ass until another wave of climax shook her even deeper than the first.

  In her delirium, Flynn dropped out of her, turning her and guiding her to her knees.

  She never dreamed she would feel this kind of worship for a man. But, when he had her here, hands on her head and she knew she would take him in her mouth and he would fill her throat, she felt like a crazed tigress.

  She hungered for his flavor, for the intimate bond it created and it made every part of her want to please him in a way that she’d never thought about before.

  “Open, babe, take it. I’m ready.”

  Her hands loved the feeling of the silky wetness of his shaft after he came from her, the mixture of his flavor and hers as her mouth came around the girth, and in a few desperate sucks, she had him spilling in her mouth.

  His fingers tightened on the sides of her head, his thighs shaking as he gushed until she choked, but she pumped and looked up at the intensity in his eyes as he watched her with some animal-like adoration. She felt his love, not just his lust, and she would be here for him whatever he asked.

  Finally, listening to the deep rumble in his chest as he gave her what she wanted and his own pleasure made her proud.

  ***

  “Come here, I need some dinner.”

  Flynn took her hand and settled her on the table, pulling up a chair and guiding her legs over his shoulders.

  Her poor clit was still swollen and sensitive, but Flynn needed this. Needed to take her inside him, feed at her until she completely lost herself.

  The moment his tongue swept through her already drenched swollen folds, his mind was gone again. No pain existed, nothing but the flavor of this wonder that had given herself to him in a way he couldn’t have imagined.

  He nipped at her and listened to her little yelps and mews. His hands full of ass and pushing her into his face, she melted and ran like a river of sweet sex on his tongue.

  She came again when he spread her ass cheeks and slipped his thumb inside. Soon, she would be ready for him to take her here.

  Only douche bags would take a girl without prepping her first. It took time and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as anything else they did. For that to happen, he’d taken his time, getting her used to one finger, then two.

  Flynn ate her until she was red and swollen and he could hear her little sounds were more pain than pleasure. Sure, he would be more than happy to stay down there all night, but his girl was getting sore and needed some care.

  As far as the fight, Flynn would take Gideon any way necessary. He knew his father thought he would lose; that’s why the stakes were so high.

  Gideon always seemed to have something over him. Flynn was the bastard, the underdog, son of a crack whore, but it was more. Tomorrow, h
e needed to forget they were blood, forget that somewhere deep down, a small part of him never felt he belonged. Never felt good enough.

  Tomorrow, he needed to destroy Gideon.

  Flynn sucked in a breath between his teeth as he sank down in the bath behind his girl.

  “Lean back, babe.”

  “No, I’m going to hurt you.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re going to hurt me more if you don’t. So, lean back.”

  As much as the sex blew his hair back, it was this. These moments when they were silent together, against each other and all he heard was her breathing, the soft subtle sounds as his hands slipped over her belly, her thighs, wanting to discover her again and again in every way.

  “You think you’ve got a little Dunleavy in here yet?”

  “Who knows? With what comes out of you, I have to think yes. You’re dick is on a mission.”

  “Monday — Monday we’re at the courthouse. No excuses. Tomorrow got fucked up with the fight, so Monday before work. I need this to be official, you and me, babe.”

  He kissed her neck, and she turned her head to the side.

  “What about—” Lilly stopped.

  “Shhh, don’t even start or I’ll turn your ass over right here. You’re getting better, but you still just can’t let go. I’m on it, babe. Your job is to work and not worry, got it?”

  “Uh huh. That sounds so easy.”

  “No, I know it’s not. I’m not telling you it’s easy. It’s hard as hell. But, it’s necessary and it’s how it is. You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine. End of discussion.”

  “Will you call me when the fight is over? Please and be honest, tell me if your hurt or anything is wrong?”

  “Of course, I will. Just keep that phone on and with you. I’ll come by Ana’s after to get you. Won’t be until late, after midnight. But I’ll call, babe. Of course, I will.”

  “Maybe I could come. Come and watch.”

  “No fucking way. No, don’t even.” Flynn shifted under her.

  Just thinking of her in that shitstorm sent his blood to boil.

  “I could bring Ana, we coul—”

  “NO! I said fucking no. Damn it, Lilly. I am not fucking around on this one. You must obey me, got it? Tell me yes right fucking now or I’m going to chain your ass down.”

  “Okay! Okay, geez. Okay.”

  Flynn shook his head and his teeth ground together behind her head.

  “Come on, babe. Time to sleep. You’re wearing my ass out.”

  “Shut up! I’m the one who said we didn’t have to—”

  “Sssshhhh, quit lying.” Flynn played with her.

  “Gaaaaawwwddd. You are impossible.”

  Flynn pulled her up with him, dried off each luscious curve, then curled behind her until he heard her drift off.

  His mind kept playing every move of the fight. He fell into an uneasy sleep, grabbing at least a few hours of much needed rest.

  ***

  Saying goodbye that morning felt like he was shipping off to combat. Neither of them could take a hand off the other. When he finally arrived at SPIN, he threw the Bronco in park, and moved around to open her door and gently pulled her out of the truck.

  “Okay, so you will be at Ana’s. Don’t you fucking go anywhere, you hear me? Any plans change you call.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  “Okay. Everything will be fine. Trust.”

  With a kiss to the forehead, Flynn slipped something around her neck.

  “What's that?”

  “Just a reminder of who you belong to, babe.”

  He watched as she looked down at the rose gold chain with the little lock pendant.

  “Mine.” Flynn’s voice almost caught in his throat as he looked down at his little fire doll.

  “Yours.”

  “Now go, before I take you back in the truck and defile you again.”

  “I love you,” Lilly whispered into his chest with one huge hug that sent his heart into his throat.

  “I love you too, babe. I love you, too.”

  ***

  Lilly threw herself into work. It was the only way she could lose the overwhelming feeling of dread. Even Ana’s usual sarcasm couldn’t assuage the cloud that hovered.

  “Okay, so if you are going to be Debbie Downer all night, I’m just going to get drunk. Since you said you are not going to drink, it just might not be such a fun night for you. So lighten up! Gawd.”

  “I will, just let me get some work done. I’ll be better in a bit. I have this thing figured out now, so I feel good about that. It will take me a few hours to get it installed, then I’m sure I’ll be back to my usual bubbly self.”

  Lilly gave her an overly sweet grin.

  “Uh huh. You better be!” Ana wagged her finger playfully at Lilly as she walked out the door, leaving her in her fortress of solitude. By 5:00, Lilly had finished her patch and felt good about her progress. Another hour and a half and she and Ana would head off.

  For once, she felt a tentative sense of hope. She wasn’t sure how Flynn would pull it all off, but she trusted and that gave her a modicum of comfort.

  Just as she turned to grab her bag and shoot a quick text to Flynn, the door to the server room swooshed open.

  It only took a fraction of a second for her to realize her day had just taken a turn for the worse.

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Roger was about as balled up as Flynn.

  The old man worked him out reluctantly, giving him some turns and suggestions on how to protect his already battered body.

  Flynn’s face even on a good day was a bit rugged from so many years, both in the ring and out of the ring.

  Today, he looked like he’d already lost the fight. Several fights. With a shovel.

  The two cuts on his forehead from the fight several nights ago, barely pulled together. The new gash from his father’s minions easily sprung open with a new trickle of red.

  His body showed the purple and green around where they’d taken him down with the lumber, and the cut just above his sore ribs from the night the tree had fallen was just another insult to the injuries.

  “You look like hammered shit already.” Roger tapped his cane in place, his eyes as focused as Flynn had ever seen them. His fingers were already trembling and his brow showed the signs of what his body craved.

  Had to give it to the old dude, he was using all his fortitude to stay clear headed for Flynn.

  “I can still call it.” Roger stared as Flynn leaned over the ropes of the practice ring at Southside.

  “No.”

  “Dumb fuck. Okay, okay. But, you get yourself killed, I'ma be pissed. You’re the best fighter I got.” He tipped his head side to side, rolling his red-rimmed eyes. “So, don’t get killed.”

  “I’m not dying tonight. Cross my heart.”

  “Yeah, good. Now, spend some time working the guard positions I showed you. You don’t keep those ribs covered; you’re done.”

  “Don’t I know it.”

  “Don’t be a smartass. Just do what I tell you and maybe you’ll come out of this. Winning is a whole other subject.”

  I have to fucking win, old man. There is no other choice.

  “I’m winning.” Flynn wasn’t sure he’d even said it out loud until Roger turned to meet his eye and saw more.

  “Boy, you got something you need to tell me?”

  ***

  Three hours later, Flynn was in the Bronco headed to the crumbling industrial building that held the Friday night ‘Row’ fights in Detroit.

  Some weekends it was just a bunch of hacks pounding each other and drinking until they passed out. But some nights, like tonight, heavy bets were going back and forth and some decent names showed up.

  Promoters showed up often to size up unsigned, raw talent and tonight there were more than a few badass fucks fighting.

  Gideon had a contract with O’Connolly already, and he was a hell of a fighter. But, he was still one of Col
in’s dogs, so he would only fight when and where his father told him. His indifference and cold heart helped him stay focused.

  The memories of all the times his brother had taken him down — much to his father’s pleasure — played over and over in Flynn’s mind as he wound through the dark side streets.

  Flynn never could get the drop on Gideon, but tonight all of that had to change.

  Roger had known something was up, so Flynn gave him just enough detail to satisfy the old guy. He knew a lot was riding on the fight for Flynn, but now he had a better picture of the spoils of winning or losing.

  He hadn’t shared any family info, not that his opponent was his brother or who his father was. But, if he put any amount of thought into it, even the old drunk would be able to figure it out, though he probably didn’t want to. The old man had his own problems.

  As for Flynn, he’d called and texted Lilly three times. The first time she replied, she was packing up and ready to heading off with Ana. She promised she was going and that she would let him know if anything strange happened. Since then, nothing. No answer. No reply.

  This shit I do not fucking need. What the hell. She better just be tucked into a good chick flick at Ana’s already or forgot her phone in that monster bag of hers. I’ll have to deal with this later.

  The skin on his back felt like a thousand hot needles were dancing around some funeral pyre. His ribs throbbed right along with his head.

  He belonged in bed, not stepping into a fighting ring with her life on the line. Not to mention his.

  This was one of those moments.

  You have climbed and climbed — you are teetering on a precipice, your feet slipping, your hands aching and losing their grip. It’s no longer a physical challenge; it’s all mental. You either nut up and dig in or you tumble.

  He took a deep breath, the jolt of pain reminding him of just how precarious his physical being was, but he pushed on, reaching for mind over matter.

  And his fucking mind was made up. Gideon was not walking out of the ring.