“You didn’t have to call in the calvary, Dee.” I cringed at the nickname.
“They were there when you called and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Delia shrugged. We made our way out of the bathroom and Pete fell into step beside Brandy. He looked her over then shot her a sly smile before wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders.
“Just in case Mr. Scumbag tries anything again.” He winked. I knew Pete though, and that wasn’t the only thing he had on his mind. When we got back to the entrance to the club there was a guy standing next to the bouncer who’d let us in earlier.
“Eric? They got you workin’ late,” Darren greeted the man.
“You with the group that rushed through here?” he asked warily. He took in the group of us, his eyes lit with recognition. “Can you tell me what he looks like?” He looked around me to Brandy standing curled in Pete’s arms. “My name’s Eric. I’m the hotel manager.”
“Oh, you’re Cassie’s husband.” Delia brightened considerably.
“Yes, how do you know my wife?” he asked still smiling.
“I don’t really know Cassie. Cliff and Randy have mentioned you both a time or two.” Eric took us to a back office where Brandy explained what happened and what the guy looked like. Eric seemed to be able to get a clear picture from the way she described him. Pete never took his arm off of her as she recounted what had happened. It seemed strange seeing Pete acting protective over a woman. When Eric appeared satisfied with her answers, we left and got back in the SUV.
“Sorry I ruined your fun,” Brandy said softly.
“It’s fine,” Delia shrugged. “After the fights it became more of a strategy session than anything else.”
“Where we headed, Delia?” Darren called from the front. I was about to answer when he continued. “We still have cake back at the gym.”
“The gym it is.” She grinned.
DELIA
I woke up the next morning feeling like I was under water. I was so glad that Brandy and I had grabbed an Uber instead of having Kyle drive us home from the gym. I’d figured we needed girl time. We opened a bottle of wine and watched some girly movie until she’d crawled next door and I’d gone to bed.
Now I was wondering whether it was the wine or something more sinister as I attempted to pull myself out of bed, when I was instantly wracked with the chills. Screw that. I’m staying in bed. My body ached and I felt like I was going to die at any minute. The phone rang from the nightstand, and even reaching for it made me want to curl in a ball.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“Jesus, Dee, you sound like shit. Are you okay?” Brandy didn’t sound so great either.
“No, I think I’m sick. I can’t get out of bed. Don’t come over I don’t want to get you sick too.”
She didn’t listen, an hour later she was in my room taking my temperature and feeding me Tylenol and homemade chicken soup from the deli on the corner. “I told your ass not to come over.” I glared at her.
“Who would you rather be here? I answered his call while you were sleeping earlier. He’s the one that brought the soup over.” She smiled slyly. “I told him if he valued his life he’d better leave because you’d kill him if he got himself sick because of you.”
“Thank you. I most definitely would have been pissed,” I said yawning as my eyes slowly closed.
***
The next few days were a blur. Brandy came by every day cursing that my fever was still so high, until finally I allowed her to cart my ass to the doctor.
I waited in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity wrapped in my fluffy down comforter. The triage nurse scolded both Brandy and me, confiscating the blanket until I was ready to go.
I waited in that paper gown for long minutes freezing my ass off wishing they’d let me have the blanket back. After long torturous moments, the doctor came in and read the results…. I had a bacterial infection that required antibiotics. Well that was just about a bitch. “You’ll have to take these twice a day for ten days,” he informed me handing me the prescription. “You should start feeling better in a day or two, but be sure to keep taking the medication.” He smiled before walking out the door. I dressed as quickly as my weakened body would allow and turned to Brandy.
“Let’s go get my blanket back from Nurse Ratchet and get the hell out of here.”
Brandy giggled. “Lead the way.”
***
When we got home, I went straight to my bed while Brandy went to the pharmacy to get my prescription. I was halfway between awake and asleep when I felt warm arms wrap around me.
“You shouldn’t be here. I don’t want you to get sick,” I mumbled.
“It’s been days. I had to see for myself that you were still alive.” Kyle nuzzled into my neck. “Do you need anything? I brought grilled cheese and tomato soup. I figured you could use some solid food. It’s in the warmer in the kitchen.” He was so freaking sweet. The entire time I’d been sick, he’d been dropping off medicine or soup, ginger ale, anything he could think of to make me feel better. Even as sick as I was my heart melted.
“That sounds perfect.” I tried to smile but by the look on his face it fell flat. He kissed my forehead before jumping off the bed and leaving the room.
I felt more lucid after half a grilled cheese and half a bowl of soup. Kyle looked tired. “Have you not been sleeping?” I touched his face.
“I have been pulling double duty. Helping with the calendar stuff and training during the day. I’ve also been using my lunch break from training to call other gyms that may want to send guys to AMMA. I’m exhausted.”
“You’ve been doing my job while I’ve been sick?” I couldn’t believe the sweetness of this man. He knew we couldn’t afford the delay and took the initiative to get the work done himself. “Thank you.” I yawned unable to hold my eyes open a second longer.
“I’d do anything for you, beautiful. Sleep now.”
KYLE
It was a few days later that I finally got some sleep. Delia was feeling better and we’d spent my day off from training holed up in her bedroom talking and laughing. It was one of the best days I’d had in a long time. “We have four of the better gyms across the country willing to fight with AMMA—other than us and Max. We have the coaches evaluating their guys to see who we can match up for the big fight in two months.”
“That’s great,” Delia said snuggling into my side. “Did I ever thank you properly for everything you did when I was practically on my death bed. Usually Brandy is the only one to take care of me.”
“No thanks necessary, beautiful.” I kissed her forehead. She shot me me a sexy smile.
“Oh, but I want to thank you.” Her hands roamed up and down my chest and abs before following it with her lips. Her tongue trailed a path down my abs dipping in and tracing each valley between the muscles causing me to shift and groan. She was torturing me, slowly.
Delia’s hand found my cock and her thumb pressed into the head before her small hand wrapped around the shaft pumping slowly and methodically. She twisted at the base causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head. The tip of her tongue shot out licking the bead of precum from the tip of my cock before swirling her tongue around the head. My hips jerked and I groaned loudly. It spurred her on because her cheeks hollowed out and she opened the back of her throat as she took me as deep as she could. “Fuck, beautiful. That feels so fucking good. I wanna fuck you when I come.” She slowly made her way back up and let me go with a pop.
Her body crawled up mine and I nearly lost it when she lined her entrance up and impaled herself on my cock, gyrating her hips and rubbing her clit on my pelvic bone. Just watching her as she drove us both higher and I higher had me panting. My hands crawled up her sides and squeezed her nipples between my fingers rolling them. Her head tilted back on her shoulders as her breathy moan escaped. I could feel the tips of her long blonde hair tickling my thighs and balls. My hips jerked up in
response. One hand came down to circle her clit. I could feel my balls tightening getting ready to blow at any second. A rush of heat shot through me as Delia clamped down around me milking my cock to climax.
Delia’s body crashed down on mine. I wrapped my arms around her while we both caught our breaths. I was still inside her as I slowly softened but I didn’t want to move.
***
We did end up having to get out of bed that day. Delia realized there were some things that I’d missed that absolutely couldn’t wait any longer, and I needed to head home and change my clothes. I wished I’d just stayed because sitting on the porch in all her pissed-off glory was big sister number two. “Hey, Rae.”
“Don’t hey me, little brother. You talk to Trace and Bethy but ignore my calls?” She glared at me.
“If it makes you feel any better I ignored Kimmy too.” I shrugged walking to the front door.
“It doesn’t. You never really liked Kimmy,” she said flippantly.
“Read between the lines, sister dear.” She scoffed at me before pushing her way inside. She was scowling at me. “What do you expect, Rae? You and Kimmy were my biggest tormentors, and you think I actually want to talk about my life with you so you can use it against me at the earliest convenience? No, thank you that’d be a hard pass.”
“Wow, tell me how you really feel.” She almost looked hurt, but I was beyond caring. She stomped out the door and I blew out a breath of relief. I just hoped I didn’t get a visit from Kimmy. She’d been the worst. After dealing with Rae’s selfishness, I was in no mood to deal with Kimmy’s nonsense.
Figuring I had a few hours to burn, I decided to hit a bag in my gym. I didn’t want to go back over to Delia’s feeling like that.
After I worked all that tension off, I showered and when I got out I heard my cell ringing. Walking with dread to the nightstand I looked down blowing out a breath of relief, I answered. “Hey, Bethy.”
“Rae is pissed.” She giggled.
“Oh well. Is that all you called about?” I asked tersely. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t release as much tension as I thought.”
“Eww, TMI big brother. I don’t want to think about how you release tension.” I could practically hear her shudder in revulsion.
“Beth! Get your mind out of the damn gutter. I was punishing a bag.” I rolled my eyes.
“Ohhh, my bad. I actually called because we need to figure out which animals you all needed to use for each of the twelve months.”
“I don’t think Delia has all the head shots yet to be able to decide, but maybe in a couple weeks. We’re still contacting gyms to see who’s willing to fight with AMMA.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. I had called a bunch of places and most were unwilling to make the change. Their fighters may decide different. But as it stood, we barely had enough fighters to fill one fight night.
“Well as soon as you figure everything out let me know. I get more dogs than I know what to do with half the time.” She sounded weary.
“Do you need anything? Should I double the order from the pet store this week?” I asked softly. I knew she would tell me no even if she did need it. She felt bad relying on me when I funded the entire operation. It was the reason she worked so hard to get other investors so that she wouldn’t owe me anything. She still felt like she owed me a ton, especially now with all the work my people were doing to help her.
“No, you do enough. We’ll make it okay.” She didn’t sound so sure.
“It’s no trouble, little sister. I’ll have someone drop some stuff off there in a little while. Love you.” I hung up before she could argue and immediately called Joe.
“Yo,” he said. It was the way he always answered. He used the least amount of words possible.
“Can you do me a favor and find all the fifty pound bags of dog food and cat food you can get and take them to the shelter for me?”
“They run out?” He sounded concerned. I filed that piece of information away for later.
“I’m not sure, but Bethy sounded frustrated. They are getting more and more animals dropped off than they can handle.” I rubbed a hand over my neck hoping against hope that this calendar and adoption day would ease some of that burden for her.
“I’ll go,” he grunted out.
“Thanks, man. I’ll call the manager and have him bill it to me so you just let them know what you’re picking up, and I’ll pay next time I go in for my weekly delivery.”
“No, I got it.” He totally floored me on that one. Joe was one of my best friends, but I never took him for an animal lover.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“You do a lot, let other people help you sometimes.” That may have been one of the longest sentences I’d ever heard him string together.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Grunt. And the line went dead.
DELIA
It was almost a week later when we finally had everything we needed to move forward with the calendar. Brandy, Kyle, and I were sitting around my coffee table with headshots spread out in front of us.
“All of the gyms have sent in pictures of their best looking guys.” We were up to six gyms beside Rock Hard and Sin City, and each one of them sent us head shots and stats for all of their fighters that they thought would be ready to compete on the national stage or cage as the case may be. “Can you help me pick out the hottest ones? We need eleven.”
Brandy looked excited by the prospect of picking out Hot MMA fighters for our charity calendar. Kyle was watching us with a grin on his face shaking his head. “Wait? Why only eleven?” Brandy asked with an evil glint in her eye.
“Uh, hello? I’m obviously in the calendar already. I did kind of inspire the whole idea.” Kyle smirked.
“Meh, I think you should have to audition just like the rest of them.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re just trying to get him to take his shirt off.” I laughed at my friend’s antics. I knew she didn’t mean anything malicious by it.
“Babe, you’re supposed to defend my honor,” he said in mock seriousness.
Brandy giggled at his comment which caused my own laughter to bubble free, but Kyle just pouted. “There’s a couple women fighters in here if you want to pick a couple for the calendar,” I said without a hint of jealousy in my tone.
“Nah, the only woman beautiful in my eyes, I refuse to share with the world.” I loved his little comments. It let me see that he wasn’t a cheater. He reassured me all the time that he was genuine.
“Awww.” I could practically see Brandy turn into a puddle of goo all over my sofa. I pecked him lightly thanking him for the sweet comment.
“Okay now let’s pick out some calendar models.” I spread the pictures out on the table making sure we couldn’t see which gym they belonged to. It was the only fair way to do this, except Brandy picked out two she wanted right off the bat.
“Ohhh these two.” She grabbed Pete and Joe’s pictures.
“You know them.” I laughed.
“Yeah, and they are two of the hottest guys in the sport.” She shrugged completely unapologetic. “Him too.”
The last one she picked was Kaden. He was vying for the Heavyweight championship, so honestly I figured he should be a given but Kyle wanted to see if he’d get picked and I’d caved. I was glad Brandy picked his picture out.
She chose several more from the other six gyms that were competing against Sin City and we collectively agreed that they and Calla Jones would have their own months as well.
Pulling out my desk calendar, I flipped it to the front with the months of the year and waited. Kyle’s darker hair worked best with the winter months and an idea popped in my head for December. I put his picture down on December.
“Nice, I can be Santa Claus.” Kyle grinned. Brandy snickered.
“I doubt it’s anything as wholesome as that.” She giggled.
“Shhh, you can’t give up all my secrets.” I
winked at her. Kyle groaned.
“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret agreeing to this?”
“Just think of the animals.” I grinned.
“Low blow, babe, low blow.” He shook his head in defeat. He had no idea what kind of atrocities I had planned.
***
“Hey Max,” I said into the phone a few days later.
“Delia, what can I do for you?” he asked happily.
“We’ve picked some of your fighters for the charity calendar. I need to make sure Calla and Kaden can come out in a month for the photo shoot.”
“I’ll make sure they get out there. How’s everything coming along? Do you still need Kaden for the adoption day?”
“It’s coming along better than expected. I thought I’d be weeks behind after being sick but Kyle and the guys stepped up and helped out a ton. And yes we will still need Kaden to come out for adoption day if that’s possible. AMMA is footing the bill for travel expenses.”
“You mean Randy?” Max chuckled.
“No, actually all proceeds from your fight, less your own awards for fighting, was placed in a business account for AMMA so we have plenty of money to pay travel expenses for our charitable endeavors.” I sounded like a robot, but I wanted to make it clear that Randy was mostly silent in this organization since he moved to LA.
“That’s all right, Delia. The gym can pay travel expenses.”
“You mean you?” I asked chuckling.
“Touché.” He laughed heartily.
“I’ll send you the details via email as soon as I call the other gyms.” We exchanged more pleasantries and then hung up the phone.
There was a knock at the door and I figured it was Darren so I flung it open without even thinking. Brandon Sullivan was standing in front of me. His eyes were sunk in and had dark circles around them. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What the fuck are you doing with him? Are you trying to make me jealous? Because it’s working.” He swayed a little on his feet. My eyes grew wide because when Brandon was drunk like that he was unpredictable. I’d only seen it once or twice and I’d never been on the receiving end of his wrath while he was drunk like that.
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