by Matson, TC
“I was in the neighborhood walking my dog and figured I’d stop in and see you.”
I smile. I’ve missed her sassiness.
“I’m glad you did.” I grab her hand and her suitcase and lead her to the guys to introduce them. Harvey gives her a hard time about messing up training time and Perry, my Muay Thai coach, is lost for words. I’ve never introduced a woman to any of my coaches, never had the need or want to bring them around. But this…this is Paige.
She hugs Adam’s neck and it sends an overloading possessiveness surging through me. “Thank you,” she whispers then turns around and throws a thumb over her shoulder. “He set this up.”
Adam’s shit-eating grin is knee fucking deep, proud that he achieved his surprise unnoticed. He winks knowing he did damn well. As focused as I may have been, she continues to break my concentration while I try to get over it.
“Coach!” I yell, “I’m changing sparring partners.” His face crinkles unsure what my plans are.
I home in on my next victim. She already knows it and is shaking her head, but she’s damn crazy to think she can come to my gym and not let me get my hands on her.
“Go change,” I order her.
“Uh, no.”
She’s comical.
“Wait? You want to spar with her?” Harvey points to Paige.
“You damn right,” I tell him glaring at her.
Adam nudges his shoulder, coming to the rescue. “Coach, just watch.”
I turn back to a wide-eyed beauty. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Go change. We haven’t worked out in months.” I shove her playfully and just as she was set up, she pushes back. “Ha. Sucker. Now you have to,” I grin victoriously.
Brown hair is up, yoga pants are tight, shirt is a little loose but I can still see her tits as she’s playfully pissed, bouncing on the balls of her toes in the cage. She’s fucking amazing. There were no gloves to fit her here so Adam taped her hands, and the sweet girl was scared she was going to hurt me. I had to remind her what I do for a living and I might have thrown in a joke about her mosquito bite sized punches, but she eventually took the bait and here we are.
I start off small, warming her up, making her strike and kick. She’s downright the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. As she punches and kicks, bouncing around, everyone around takes notice. In a strange way, I’m proud. Proud of her for being in this cage with me, not scared, and willing to learn. Proud that in this moment, she’s mine and if anyone gets a bright idea, I’ll knock their fucking teeth out.
She sends a roundhouse kick to my thigh—of course I let her—and I’m satisfied. “You’ve been practicing. Your guard was better and that kick stung.”
Remember guys, give a woman an ego boost, you’ll get rewarded. My reward is her wide smile and bright green eyes.
“Like you told me to,” she says all breathless.
Something in my chest jumps in my throat and makes me grin. “That’s my girl.”
Harvey and Perry have stepped up to the side as we continue sparring together. She’s good, and I’m telling you with just a few months of training she could be in the ring with other MMA women. She rushes into me and tries to take me down but all I can do is laugh. Stepping back annoyed, she hauls off and kicks the shit out of me followed with a right hook into my cheek.
Did it hurt? It stung.
Was it enough to take me down? No.
Do I boost her ego? You damn right I do.
I drop to the mat not doing a good job of holding back my laughter and she mounts me with the cutest confused look on her face.
“Now what?” she asks with her forehead crinkled.
“Beat the shit out of me, that’s what!” I throw my hands up. “Duh!”
“I’m not punching you again,” she says.
“Change of heart?”
“Shut up.” She begins to stand but I grab her hips not ready to let her go. First of all, she’s on top of me. Second, I’ve missed feeling her.
“You can do a lot from here. If the fighter is giving you his arm, you can do an arm bar. You can do an old-fashioned choke, but you have to be careful with that ‘cause that can land you a punch or bottom thrown elbows. You have me mounted, a place the bottom guy sure as hell doesn’t want to be, except when there’s a hot chick sitting on him.” I flash my dimples as she slaps my chest and gets up.
What? I couldn’t help it.
“When’s your training over?” she asks.
“Now,” I tell her glancing to Harvey. He isn’t happy, but I can promise I’ll make him proud tomorrow.
“Can I shower at your place?” she pauses. “Alone!” she quickly adds.
It’s like she can read my damn mind.
Chapter 22
Showered and changed, I‘ve been flipping through the channels waiting for Paige to come out of the bathroom for twenty minutes now. Normally, I’m watching sports, but she doesn’t care much for it, so I’ve landed on some comedy show. What is it, you ask? The hell if I know. I’ve paid more attention to the bedroom door than I have the television.
I tried my damnedest to keep the girl off my mind, to start over, and look past her, but truth be told, she’s still all I think about. And now, she’s on the other side of the wall, naked and within reach, fucking my mind over yet again.
I force myself not to jerk up when the door finally opens. She’s changed into jean shorts and a light blue tank top with wet hair draped over her shoulders. Fucking beautiful.
“Do you always get the biggest freaking room they offer?” she asks walking down the hall.
“They have bigger ones,” I say nonchalantly. I’m trying not to drool over the sight of her.
“Seriously? This room is huge. It’s like a mini apartment.”
“If I’m going to stay somewhere for weeks at a time, I don’t want to be cramped in a little ass hotel room. This isn’t much more expensive, so I don’t worry about it.”
She drops beside me and pulls my arm over her shoulders, tucking herself into my side.
My body glitches, a fury of sensations gridlock my brain. This should come with a warning.
“Paige, this is the part of friends I can’t do.” There’s her warning.
Other than chewing on her lip, she doesn’t budge. I tuck a finger under her chin pulling her face to mine. “This is the part of friends I can’t do,” I say slowly so she understands.
Her eyes are blazing in a nervous lust. I lean farther stopping before reaching her lips, allowing her to be the one to make the decision. My body is burning with a craving it’s had for months, my heart is making all types of racket in my chest, and my cock is rock fucking hard taking all notice of the closeness of her body.
Her eyes drop to my lips and it’s all the affirmation I need. I take to her lips and she doesn’t hesitate, pulling me in by the back of my neck and tugging my shirt.
She wants this.
She nips at my bottom lip, digging her nails in my biceps, and driving me downright insane.
“I’m not going to do this here,” I whisper huskily against her lips.
Her body tenses and she jerks back in surprise. “Do what?”
“I’ve wanted to see you sprawled out in my bed since the day I met you,” I growl against her jawline lifting her by the ass. She wraps her legs around my waist and I’m back on those desirable lips as I carry her to my room.
I place her on the bed and revel in the image in front of me. She’s flush, anxious and drowning in desire, unsure if she’s making the right decision, but I plan to show her precisely that it’s her I want, her I need. She won’t doubt her decision once I’m done with her.
I pull my shirt over my head and watch her eyes roam, etching my body into her brain, memorizing my tattoos, content with what she’s seeing. Her eyes lock onto the heartbeat tattoo and that’s my cue to waste no more time. That will be an interesting conversation, but not one for now. I yank her shirt off, unsnap her bra and feast my eyes on a stunning
set of tits. B’s, maybe small C’s, but perfect fucking handfuls. I flick my tongue across her perky nipples while I undo her shorts. She arches into me, running her hands through my hair and down across my shoulder blades.
Tossing her shorts to the side, I lick up her thighs to the very spot I have craved to taste.
“You’re so fucking ready,” I hum against her, greedily lapping her up.
I circle her clit and her body instantly reacts. She pushes her hips into me and throws her head back moaning. As her body begins to shudder, I slide a finger into her, grunting against her folds, pushing in and out. She’s fucking tight as hell. Impatience starts to throb at my dick. The deeper I shove, the more she nudges her hips against me, quietly moaning. As her pussy tightens around my fingers, she’s more urgent. I know she’s close.
I push harder into her, flicking my tongue faster, compelling her to come. And just as I wanted, she falls, meeting her moment of ecstasy.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out thrusting against my hand pulling my face into her pussy deeper.
This is like spontaneous nut bust for me. The sight of her is enthralling.
I’m anything but done with her. I’ve yet to begin. After her body slows, I trace my tongue up her stomach, between her tits and along her neck.
“You taste amazing,” I tell her leaning up to slide out of my shorts. Again, her eyes lock onto the heartbeat tattoo this time creating a tightness in my chest. Grabbing her hand, I place it over the tattoo and rock my dick against her clit, teasing her. Still sensitive from moments ago, she bucks, clawing my chest under my grip before reaching up and pulling me back to her mouth.
Her kisses are frantic, begging for me then suddenly as I’m still teasing her, she jerks and I sink into hot, sweet pleasure. Her pussy tight around my cock.
“Fuck,” I snarl into her mouth burying myself deep.
Blinding pleasure. Jarring euphoria. She’s fucking perfect.
She gyrates her hips as I slide in and out, her body demanding all of me and I am not denying it what it wants. I thought her giggles were music to my ears, but fuck, her moans are my winning bell.
She scrapes her nails down my back in a blaze of pleasure and throws her head back. “I’m…I’m,” she pants.
There are no words needed. Her pussy clamping down on me is all I need to know and I start driving earnestly, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her. I want to watch her lose it on account of me. Knowing it’s me who’s causing her this pleasure…I press harder.
She listens and opens them. They’re burning with pleasure, swallowed in desire, and I swear, swimming with love. Something in my chest snaps… It’s an overwhelming feeling I can’t explain, but one I don’t ever want to let loose.
Her legs go rigid, a glistening of sweat beads over her skin, and her mouth gapes as she mewls, wriggling under me.
What a fucking sight to see.
“Come for me, Paige,” I bear down into her, plunging her over the crest.
“Levi,” she says breathless. And with that, she just fucked my name for everyone, including me. My name fell off her lips in such a sexy mewl, I can’t help myself any more.
“Oh fuck, baby.” Bright lights slam the back of my eyelids, and weakness surrounds me as I buck into her. “Paige…” I groan emptying myself into her.
She’s beaming in exaltation with a rosy flush spread over her skin, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her chest rising and falling.
“My fantasy couldn’t hold a candle to that,” I mumble into the crook of her neck.
“Mmm…” She’s limp with pleasure. “Wait. What?” She moves trying to see my face.
Ah, she’s come back to reality.
I lean up capturing her eyes. “You heard me,” I say softly then trace gentle kisses along her bottom lip.
Oh fuck! It hits me like a frigging ton of bricks. “Paige, please for the life of me, tell me you’re on birth control,” I plead with my heart pounding in my throat.
She giggles, but I don’t find a damn thing funny about this and give her a stern glare.
“Yes. Don’t you look at me like that.”
Relief washes over me and I drop my head to her shoulder. “I have never…” I trail off. I’ve never experienced sex without a condom, and for Paige to be my first, to feel her sweet warmth wrapped around me, I’m not settling for just once tonight.
I nudge forward grazing my lips over the soft skin of her neck. She utters my name, electrifying my body and instantly we become a crazed cultivating rhythm, pushing and pulling at each other. I tuck her legs and roll, pulling her on top of me allowing her to take the reins. Lifting and falling, she rides me, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back. She’s the most hypnotizing and mesmerizing creature I’ve ever seen.
I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples as she rocks against me. She reacts immediately, jerking as she slams herself down on my cock.
“Look at me, Paige. Open your eyes,” I tell her.
Her head falls forward and our eyes meet. The most powerful feeling I’ve ever felt lugs at me. It’s a desire, a pure paradise, a pure indescribable thing.
“You’re devastatingly beautiful,” I whisper.
She lifts and falls, our breaths heavy, our bodies as one as we press into each other. Her legs become stiffer and I feel her wall tighten around me again.
“Come for me, baby.” I grab her hips to help steady her. A shudder rolls down her body and she begins to furiously wriggle against me.
“I’m—Oh my…,” she cries out.
I buck upward, slamming into her in response to her body, lifting her higher, driving as deeply as her body will allow me as she explodes. Instant heat engulfs my dick and in sync, my passion spools low.
A blinding weakness jolts through me and I shatter into her.
Holy shit!
I pull her into my chest completely satiated as she drops beside me. She fits like a dream wrapped in my arms, pulled tight. This feeling right here is worth dying for. She smells of sex and vanilla and soon it plucks me from my enchanting fantasy and drops me into the darkness of sleep.
Chapter 23
My eyes flicker open and instantly the images from last night flood my memory. Levi’s naked body joining us together as one, his royal blue irises swallowed in desire, the way he licked his lips as I lost myself…it all feels like a dream. I can’t believe I did it, can’t believe I actually went through with it as scared as I was. I made love to him last night. Of course he doesn’t know that I poured those feelings behind it and made myself completely vulnerable to him.
I roll over, and to my horror, he’s not here. Just a cold and very empty bed. My heart cringes. He left me. Should I have expected any different?
“Just another notch,” I sigh raking my hands over my face.
I took the chance, and although totally worth the amazing sex, I’m left with a hollowed heart—the pain of knowing it was nothing to him.
I push my shoulders back. I’ve dealt with heartbreak before. I can move through this, I tell myself. It’s just gonna take time.
I pull the sheet that smells of his cologne high to my neck scanning the room for my clothes. As he took them off last night, I didn’t care if he threw them out the damn window, but now I’m desperate for them. This sucks.
The bathroom door clicks and Levi steps out quietly, wrapped in a plain white towel around his waist. He oozes sex appeal. His hair is still wet and disheveled, and his body shimmers with missed water droplets causing his tattoos to seem more vibrant.
He pauses for a beat when he realizes I’m awake.
Great. He expected me to be gone when he got out. Now, I get to experience the walk of shame for the first time in my life.
A smile whispers across his lips. “You’re awake.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll get my stuff and go.” My voice quivers trying to keep the tears at bay and the strength in the forefront.
Qu
ickly, he steps directly in front of me. “Why?”
I don’t dare to look up at him knowing my eyes are bearing my emotions. “Is that not how you work?”
“If it was up to me, you’d never leave.”
Did I just hear that right? Shocked, I snap my head up. “Do what?”
He bends, squatting down in front of me, leveling his confident and anxious filled eyes to mine. “I’m not good at this shit. I’ve been trying to show you for months that if you would have me, I want you as mine,” he chuckles then rakes his hands across his face. “See that sounded like shit.” He pauses to take a deep breath. “I want you beside me all the time, Paige. I don’t just want you as a side piece, as you call it.”
My heart leaps in tempo. “Are you telling me you want to be exclusive?” I need clarification on this. This is big, very freaking big!
“I’m gonna fuck up, Paige. I’ve never done this. I’m going to be difficult. I’m not the easiest to get along with, but I know I don’t want to be with anyone else. I promise to do my best.” He smiles wide. “I hate to share. I didn’t like it when I was a kid, and now that I’m an adult, I despise it even worse,” he repeats my words with the best try at my voice. It’s was a crash and burn try.
I laugh at his attempt then cup his face. “I do not share.” I remind him. He has to see the severity of my words.
“You’re a relationship kinda girl. Isn’t that what you said? I’m asking the best way I know how. I’m sure check yes or no isn’t the cool thing to do anymore, but if that’s what you need, I’ll do it.”
Excitement slams into me and I take to his lips with a hungry urgency. His tongue finds mine, dancing to their own song, tangling with each other. His strong hands wrap in my hair pulling me deeply into him. Passion prickles my skin, and love pulls at my heart. He scoops me off the bed and I wrap my legs around his waist allowing me to feel his hard arousal, evidence of what’s to come. Ha. Pun intended.
He carries me effortlessly to the shower and places me down to reach in and adjust the water. He drops his towel and steps in pulling me into the warm water and straight into his chest. His eyes are reassuring, his touches are tender, and I swear his kisses have meaning. This is what I’ve been fighting for months and now…I’ve fallen head over heels for him. He clutches my hands and turns me away from him, pressing me against the wall. His tongue slides against my neck and along my shoulders. Sparks zip through me. Simply the most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt.
