by Unknown
He broke their kiss only long enough to say, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, that there won’t be any doubt that you’re mine.” His words were heated, determined, and filled with so much promise she knew without a doubt he spoke the truth. He branded her, and it had only taken a few choice words and his wicked kissing skills.
She had thought of doing this a million times over with him, and had actually envisioned him saying these things when she was touching herself in the dark. It was better than she ever imagined, better than she had ever thought possible, but she wanted to be his, even if he could only give her one night. Tension over what their relationship would be after it was all said and done was a very real fear inside of her, but it wasn’t enough of a warning for her to tell him she didn’t want this.
“If you want something in life you take it, fight for it, and never let it go. It may only be for one night, or for the rest of your life, but if you want it, you take it without any regrets.”
His words were poetic, but she also didn’t miss their underlying meaning. Running his tongue over her bottom lip caused a plethora of emotions to move through her. Excitement, anticipation, and a little mix of fear coursed through her like a massive tsunami, threatening to carry her under until she could never resurface. Taking her mouth in another powerful kiss, Brock owned her at that moment, and would for the rest of the night. The touch of his fingers along the skin at the small of her back, of his hands slowly making their way down to cover her ass, and of his dick digging into her belly, had a burst of pleasurable light flashing before her eyes. Dizziness assaulted her, and Izzy wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. He broke the kiss and panted heavily against her moist mouth.
“Come on, Izzy, let me take you home.” She couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs, and suddenly everything started closing in on her. The heat was immense, and more perspiration lined her flesh. A low hum of approval came from him, and he leaned forward once again. “I’m going to drag my tongue over every inch of your body, and lick those delicious beads of sweat away.” To make his point clear he dipped his head to her throat and did just that. The rough sensation of him dragging his tongue up her neck to her ear had a moan leaving her. “That’s it, baby. You’re just as dirty as I am, just as needy for a little filthy fucking sex, aren’t you?”
Izzy let her head fall back as he continued to move his wicked tongue up and down her throat, licking away the beads of sweat that had formed as soon as he stepped close to her.
“Yes.” It was the only word she could say, the only one her mouth would form, but it was good enough for him.
“Tell your friends you’re safe, and that you’re leaving with me.” He laid a gentle kiss at her pulse right below her ear. Turning her around so she now faced Maria and Caleb, he whispered in her ear once more. “They have been watching us the entire time, worrying about you. Go let them know you’re fine.” Of course Brock had known they were watching, because nothing got by this fighter. She took a step forward, and he patted her on the ass. The act caused even more moisture to spill from her pussy. Closing her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath, she opened them and started making her way toward her friends.
“Damn, girl, please tell me you’re finally going to give it up to him?” Maria peeked around her body to where Izzy knew Brock still stood. He hadn’t followed her, but he was close enough that she felt his stare and the way it stroked along her body.
Izzy’s smile was confirmation enough, and Maria’s grin widened.
“It’s about damn time.” Caleb looked satisfied. “We assumed you’d finally stopped being shy about being with him. I mean, you were just about screwing right on the dance floor.” Caleb grinned and glanced around her at Brock. “Just be careful, don’t let your heart get in the way, and things shouldn’t end up sticky as shit.”
Leave it to Caleb to lay it out flat. Maria and he might have been her number one cheerleaders when it came to letting loose and having a bit of fun with Brock, but they were also like her family, and had heard enough about him from her to know he wasn’t a long-term kind of man. Whereas Lane was more of the reserved, stand back kind of guy, and would have told her to back away and not even go there, Caleb and Maria lived life like it was their last day, and savored every moment.
“Oh. My. God. I am so envious of you right now.” Maria’s eyes were still wide, and when Caleb snapped his head to her and narrowed his eyes, she plastered on a very sugary smile. “Honey, you know you’re the only one for me, but even you have to admit a fine piece of ass like that when you see it.”
“I’m not gay, Maria.”
She rolled her eyes. “What is it with guys thinking they are gay if they find another guy attractive? I can admit when a woman is beautiful, and I’m not gay.” They had a little stare down, but Caleb sighed, shrugged again, and went back to looking at Izzy.
“Whatever. There isn’t any use in arguing with a woman.”
Maria nudged him in the arm and narrowed her eyes in his direction. “Make sure to call us tomorrow and spill all the raunchy details.”
All Izzy could do was shake her head and smile. She turned around, saw Brock was much closer than she thought, and felt her face heat. Had he heard what they said? It wasn’t like any of it was a secret, but still.
When she was only a foot from him he reached out and wrapped a big arm around her middle and pulled her in close. “They good with you leaving?”
Staring into his silvery eyes, Izzy nodded. Now that she had fully accepted what was going to happen she just wanted to get the hell out of here.
“Let’s go.”
His grin was all straight, white teeth, and she couldn’t help but associate him with a wolf ready to pounce. “A woman after my own heart.” He kissed her once more and led them through the club and out the front doors. He held onto her hand and led them down the sidewalk and to one of the many parking lots that were downtown. The night was a nice combination of cool air and warm weather.
“Hey, pretty girl. I thought you were going to save me a dance.” They halted when a deep voice came from one of the small alleyways between the massive buildings. It was dark like spilled ink, and automatically Brock had her behind him, shielding her with his big body. She looked around his shoulder, the flight or fight instinct screaming at her to get the hell out of there.
The man who had tried to get her to dance with him earlier stepped out of the shadows. He had a joint between his lips and took one long drag before flicking it to the side. The scent of pot came from him like a punch to the face, and she wrinkled her nose. He was greasy and mean as hell, and she knew he was looking for trouble. Two more guys stepped out from the darkness and flanked him. They weren’t as big and muscular as the drunken guy, or even as big as Brock, but there were three of them, and it was clear they weren’t going to just walk away, not when they made a half circle around them. The lot that Brock had parked in was more off the beaten path, and there wasn’t any foot traffic coming their way. Fear filled Izzy at the knowledge there was most likely going to be a fight happening in just a few short moments.
“This your boyfriend, sweet cheeks?” Izzy didn’t bother responding or making eye contact with them. Instead she rested her head on the center of Brock’s muscular back and closed her eyes.
“Brock, let’s just go.” Her words were low so only he heard. He tensed, and then he reached around to smooth his hand up and down her outer thigh, as if he was trying to reassure her.
“If I were you I’d just walk away.” Brock’s words were low, almost deadly in their intensity, and if these guys were smart they’d leave. But she didn’t need to hear what they were going to say next to know they weren’t. Izzy just didn’t want this confrontation, didn’t want any bloodshed, and just wanted to get the hell out of here and back to what her plans had been with Brock. There was no doubt she felt safe with him, no doubt he could hold his own, but could one man be victorious over thr
ee?
As if he read her mind Brock said, “Don’t worry, baby. I take on guys bigger and meaner than this every day.”
She couldn’t see his face, but she did hear the excitement and smile in his voice. Was he looking forward to this? Fighting was what he did for his profession, so she supposed it wouldn’t have been that strange for him to anticipate this, but where she was nervous and antsy, he was calm and collected. That went a long way in reassuring her that things weren’t as bad as they seemed.
The big guy started chuckling, which in turn had his two goonies behind him doing the same. “Man, you are asking for a shitload of trouble that you don’t want.” Brock didn’t respond. He let go of her thigh, and the sound of him cracking his knuckles pierced the still of the night.
“Nah, man. I think you just bought yourself a whole lot of trouble.” Brock started backing up. “Baby, go to the truck, and I’ll be there in a bit.” She wasn’t going to be one of those girls that tried to get the guy to leave, because she wasn’t dumb enough to think that Brock would actually listen, and she also knew she would be more of a burden than a help if she stayed. Without taking his eyes from the men, he fished out his keys and handed them to her. “Go on, sweetheart. This will be over with pretty quick.”
“We can avoid all of this if you just let us have a little bit of fun with the girl.” Bile rose in her throat, and she forced it down. What kind of man, or men in this instance, bartered for a little time with a female? Especially when it would be forced and not consensual?
Insane, manic, and fucked up men, Izzy. Brock stayed calm and reached behind him again to curl his fingers around her waist.
“Go on, baby. The truck is in the first parking lot right in the first row.” He gave her a gentle push, and Izzy walked backward so she could keep her eyes on them. No way in hell was she going to turn her back when it was clear they wanted her as their entertainment for the evening. . The drunken one that had hit on her earlier gave her a slow, perverted smirk. When she was several feet away the flurry of movement started. The three men all charged toward Brock, but he stayed still until they were too close for her comfort. There was a moment when she thought about going to help, helping him in some way, but once again, she wasn’t a fool to think she wouldn’t end up getting in the way and hurt. She turned and ran harder and faster than she ever had, and when she got to the truck she had it unlocked and was inside in a matter of seconds. She had never seen an actual fight, and certainly never been the cause of one. Adrenalin pumped through her veins, and she expected one of the men to follow her, but none of them did.
The way the truck was positioned had her staring straight ahead and right at the fight. She was still a good distance away, but not so far that she couldn’t see everything that was happening. A gasp left her when one of the guys hit Brock right in the side of the head. Should she call the cops? Doing so would put a stop to the violence, but it would also have Brock going to jail as well, whether it was self-defense or not. But before she could decide on what she should do Brock turned into a violent, almost animalistic machine, and all Izzy could do was stare at the madman he became with wide eyes and parted lips.
Chapter Five
The hit that came from his right had cracked his head to the side. Ears ringing and head fuzzy, Brock let the pain further fuel his rage. These assholes actually thought they were going to have Izzy, and that he would just give her to them to stop this? Not fucking likely. There might be three of them, but he was a trained MMA fighter, loved the thrill the violence caused in him, and always wanted more. Besides he wasn’t in a cage right now, and that meant he was about to do a little dirty bare-knuckle fighting. He was looking forward to this, not just because these assholes had started this shit, but because they had threatened his girl. Fierce possessiveness claimed him at the very thought of these motherfuckers wanting to touch what was his, and she was his. There was no question about it. He let them have the first hit, but that was all they were getting.
The leader, or at least who Brock assumed was the leader since he was the only douche-bag that had the balls to say anything to him since this started, charged him. He was drunk and high, and so he moved slowly, his punches were sloppy, and he was off the mark. Brock slammed his fist into his nose, grew even more excited when he heard the sound of his nose crunching from the hit, and immediately went after the next guy. He tossed him against the side of one of the buildings like a rag doll, and immediately turned on the third asshole. At least this guy seemed the smartest of the three, because he took a look at the other two pricks, and then back at Brock before turning and running like the little asshole he was. The guy he had thrown against the building must have hit his head on the brick because he was out cold.
“You motherfucker. You broke my nose.” The only one standing and the one that seemed to try to place some kind of claim on his girl stood a few feet from him. Blood poured from his nose, moved over his lips and chin, and covered his white shirt like a grotesque painting. “I’m going to kick your ass, and then fuck your girl. I might make you watch, but haven’t decided yet.”
He charged forward, but Brock was ready. A fighter never lost control, never took his eyes off his opponent, and always let the other guy make the first move. He came swinging like a damn freight train, but his anger was a cloud of amateur movements that Brock had seen a hundred times before. He swung out, and Brock caught his fist midair and used his opponent’s momentum against him. Slamming his fist into first his right side and then his left, he kept his composure when the guy doubled over and grunted in pain. Brock stood there and waited for him to come back for more or turn the other way and run. He could have easily taken him down with one skillful shot to his temple, and should have for the fucked up shit he said about Izzy, but he also realized she was in his truck watching this all play out. He could feel her stare, and although he wouldn’t go easy on these dicks, he also wouldn’t do what he really wanted to do to them, and that was break their neck and rip off their balls.
“You’re not going to win. You can either get your fucking ass out of here or you can come back for more and get your dick ripped off.” The man lifted his glossed over eyes and snarled. “I can make you really hurt.” He said it slowly and calmly, just to make sure this bitch knew exactly what he was saying. It wasn’t a threat, but a promise. Brock knew moves that could paralyze the prick, and could make sure he couldn’t walk comfortably for a very long time. The guy that had been slouched against the wall came to, but he was smart enough not to come back for more. He limped away, muttering something about drinking too much and getting into trouble.
After a long moment the asshole bared his teeth. “You can have the bitch.” Although the anger still waged inside of him that this dickhead thought to insult Izzy, he had to remain calm. Letting go was the worst possible outcome, and if he was anything it was calm and controlled. That was the first lesson of an Absinthe cage fighter. The man hobbled off, and only when he was out of Brock’s sight did he make his way to the truck. He saw Izzy through the front windshield, and if her wide, frightened eyes didn’t let him know she had seen everything, the scent of her apprehension when he opened the driver’s side door and climbed in would have cemented the fact. The body let off scents when happy, distressed, scared and excited. It was a subtle change in the pheromones that were emitted in sweat, and if someone knew how to catch those subtle changes, they could gauge what a person was feeling without ever having to ask them. It was basic biology and chemical reactions, and something fighters in his field were trained in. It wasn’t just about beating the shit out of people, but also about watching body language and facial expressions. His training went deeper than just throwing punches.
“Are you okay?” Her voice shook a bit when she asked. Brock started the engine and turned to look at her after a suspended moment.
“I’m good, baby.” Reaching over and brushing a lock of her hair away he asked, “Are you okay? Did I scare the shit out of you?” She looked
away, and he let his hand drop. She started playing with a loose string on her shirt. It was a nervous reaction, but completely understandable.
“No, you don’t scare me. The situation did, though.” That was understandable, too.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but there was no other way around it. They wouldn’t have backed down, and there was no way in hell I was either.” He lifted his hand again and let his finger trail down her cheek. He loved that she sighed and closed her eyes at his touch. “I wasn’t going to let them have you. It’s scum like them that think they can take something from a woman without her permission.” When she looked up at him there was no judgment, and only understanding in her eyes.
“I know, and I am thankful you were there. I hate to think about what would have happened if you weren’t.”
Rage burned hotly inside of him when she spoke the words. He didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help the image of exactly what would have happened if she was alone. He faced forward again, his rage over the situation slamming into him. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white and gritted his teeth. Brock still needed to stay under control.
“Let’s go home, baby.” Now more than ever he needed to be with her, to touch her, kiss her, and have her warm wetness gripping him so he knew she was right there with him and safe. The possessiveness that he felt toward him was instantaneous, and should have freaked him the fuck out, but all he felt was a calm wave that moved through him. They headed home in silence. Tonight he would show Izzy that he wasn’t just a fighter, but her fighter.
