Brawler's Baby: An MMA Mob Romance (Mob City Book 1) (38 page)

I
t's fucking
unbearable how hot Katie looks right now, panting away beneath me like she's running a marathon, the cute little freckles on her face standing out against the reddish hue of her skin; and I still find it fucking unbelievable that out of all the guys out there – she chose me.

I push the soppy, lovey-dovey thoughts out of my mind, they'll be there when I get back, right now the only thing I want to be thinking about is the woman underneath me. It makes everything worth it, all the restraint, all my holding back from plunging into her at the first opportunity, as I think any other man would do in my position, how could you blame them, when I see the ecstatic look on her gorgeous face.

I never feel more alive than in moments like this – no woman has ever made me feel as loved, as horny, as in control, or, at the same time, so powerless. I rip her panties off and throw them onto the floor, not even looking where they fall, and reluctantly tear my mouth away from sucking on her nipple as I plunge my right forefinger deep into her dripping wet pussy.

She gasps underneath me, and placed on my shoulder, but I don't feel pain – just a renewed desire to ravage her. I plant a hard, fierce kiss on her mouth, and growl, "turn over…", but only so she knows what's about to happen. I see the light of realization spark in her eyes, just as I reluctantly drag my finger out of her – she gasps at that too – and I grab her by her hips and spin around, so that her belly crashes lightly into the soft material of the couch. She groans, she knows exactly what's about to happen – her favorite position, and mine.

I drag her ass backwards, pulling it towards me, just as she reaches her arms forward and pushes her hands into the couch, propping herself up. I can see her perfect, smoothly shaved pussy peeking out from between her thighs, and the sight almost makes me pass out with desire. I pull the dirty, white cotton T-shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor, realizing in shock that I'm so so horny that I've forgotten that I'm fully clothed.

"Mike, are you ready?" Katie begs, turning her head to face me, her hair pulled by gravity into the couch.

"Just a second," I gasp, doing everything in double time. I unbuckle my belt, pulling it out from the denim loops that constrict it, and let it fall to the couch, and hear Katie gasp as the cold metal touches her skin, I undo the buttons of my denim jeans and pull them off, and finally, hurriedly – almost as an afterthought, I terror of my underwear.

"Now, now I am," I say, and plunge into her, all at once. Her pussy's so tight, I've never felt anything like it before in my life, and she so excited, so horny that she can't help but clench against my cock, it feels like she's massaging me, and I barely keep myself composed.

I grab her hips and pull them back into me, crashing her ass against my hard, muscular thighs.

"Yes, harder," she gasped choose to, and I know that in this mood, nothing will be too hard for Katie. Good, because I don't intend to hold back.

I
have
to bite my lip as Mike's huge cock slides into me – not because it hurts, far from it – but because I think I'm about to tip over the edge, because at any moment now I could slip into one of the best orgasms of my life, and I don't want it just yet – I want it to last.

He grabs my hips and pulls me back in towards him, and I pushed backwards, using all the strength in my hands to push away from the couch, and the shock of pleasure as he crashes his full-length into me is visceral.

"Oh, God yes – Mike, don't stop," I say, or I might say, I don't know – I'm pretty close to getting to the point where memories and thoughts and emotions will get jumbled up into a melting pot of pleasure, and all conscious thought goes out the window.

I love it when he starts to grunt and growl and whimper with pleasure, because it makes me realize just how much he’s enjoying my pretty little ass. He's always had a thing for my back, I think it’s why he likes to fuck me doggy style so much, and I don't have a problem with that – because it's my favorite position by far.

"Do that again," he growls as I clench my pussy around his thick cock, massaging it with muscles that I've trained for months for just that purpose, and I oblige happily, in no small part because it seems to concentrate my own feelings of pleasure…

I whimper as he thrusts into me again and again, and before long running or his stamina, because I'm far beyond the point at which my arms have any more strength left in them to push me back towards him, but, after all – he used to be Delta Force, and now he spends half his day chopping wood, so he's probably strong enough to do this for hours.

Scratch that, I know he is – because we've done it before.

"I'm close," I groan, as my ass hits back into his thighs once again, making a satisfying slapping sound, and Mike takes it exactly the way I want him to – as an invitation to speed up.

He starts fucking me so fast, furious and carelessly that it's like a jackhammer's crashing into me, and I'm moaning in pleasure, sweat's dripping off me, and my mouth's formed into some kind of vicious, soundless growl, and I'm catching whatever breath that I can in between his thrusts. He lets out some kind of wordless moan and I feel every muscle in his body stiffen, and I know he's about to come, so I do what every good wife would and clench my pussy around his cock.

"Oh God, Katie," he growls, and reaches forward and grabbed my right breast, squeezing it hard, and I feel his body tense under me as he crashes into me one last time, and then a hot release inside me as he comes. It's the last piece of the puzzle, and it sends me over the edge into a rapturous, ecstatic orgasm stop the world blacked out in front of my eyes, and suddenly all I can see is a kaleidoscopic mosaic of flashing white lights, and I feel my hands scrunching into the material of the couch, but other than that it's like my body has no idea where it is, other than floating on top of a tidal wave of pleasure. Little sparks of electricity are shooting from my nipples, and I close my eyes, just take it all in.

I push back into Mike one last time, even though I know he's completely spent, and the action triggers a little after-shock, and I moan with unbridled pleasure, exhausted, and happy.

N
either of us
say anything for a while, I don't think we can – we don’t have the energy, or the mental capacity after experiencing orgasms like that. I've seen Katie buck underneath me like a Bronco before, but never quite like that! Maybe it's finally that the stress of not knowing whether she was going to pass her nursing degree falling off her that caused it, but I don't care – whatever it was, it was amazing.

Finally, my breathing gets back to normal, and underneath me Katie's does too as she clings to my torso like a limpet, her nails dug into my back like she's afraid I'm going somewhere.

"How was that?" I grin, looking down at her flushed face with pleasure, and not a little bit of pride…

"How was that?" she asks, "how was that!"

"Um, yeah?" I say, bemusedly.

"Mike, you idiot, it was fucking incredible. I don't think," she pauses, breathless, "I don't think I've ever come like that! I thought I was going to wake Tommy up!"

"No," I agree, "I'm not sure you have. But now that we know you can…" I venture, grinning.

"I'm going to expect it every time," she grins back wickedly.

"Hey, I'll do my best," I say, "but no promises, that was…something else."

"We'll just have to get a lot of practice, won't we," she says cheekily.

"I'm not sure we could!" I say, "do you think most married couples still sleep together as often as we do?"

"I don't know," she says, cocking her head to one side as she considers, and I hide my grin as I realize just how similar to Jake she looks while doing it – she definitely won't appreciate it if I tell her… "let's not find out, eh? Let's should keep doing what we're doing and not risk anything."

"Believe me," I say, "that is completely, one hundred percent okay in my book. You know what?" I ask.

"What?"

"I knew nurses got horny, but I didn't know that vets were just the same… Congratulations Katie Carson. Sorry – Dr Katie Carson. You deserve it."

She punches me lightly, with an embarrassed look on her face, but I can tell that secretly she's as proud of what she's achieved as she should be, even if she’s too shy to admit it.

"I'm not a doctor, silly… Just a vet."

"You, Mrs Carson, aren't ‘
just
’ anything – you know that? And anyway, I've always wanted to sleep with a doctor…"

"I told you, silly," she says with that cute little smile – the one where she scrunches up all the little muscles on her face until the dimples start showing, "that I'm not a doctor."

"You're
my
doctor," I say, glad that none of the guys are used to serve with are around to hear me say that – they'd have my guts for garters if they heard me being so soppy. Still, it's true with Katie – she is all I've ever wanted, and now I've got it. Got her. And got our child.

"How's Tommy doing?" I say, changing the topic of conversation, "has his temperature come down yet?"

Katie hops to her feet, her body like a majestic dancer’s, with graceful curves paired with a sensual economy of movement, but right now she's moving so quickly that I get the sense that something is wrong. Luckily, Katie's quick to put my mind at ease.

"He's fine," she says with a guilty little laugh, "but you reminded me – it's time he had some food," she comes over to me, still naked, and I can't keep my eyes off her delicious breasts, which are dangling over me as she leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sorry for distracting you…" I laugh, gently grabbing one of her pert breasts and rolling her still erect nipple between my fingers until she lets out a little breathy gasp. She grabs my face between her two hands and holds it still.

"Hey," she says giggling, "there'll be plenty of time for that later," and then she plants a long, passionate kiss directly on my lips. I lean into the kiss, savoring every moment as though I'm a long lost explorer finding water in the desert, not a man who’s already made love to my wife twice today, no one who has every intention of doing it again. She's insatiable, this woman – and every day I thank the stars that we run our own business, so we can take off
precisely
the time we need to, for when we need to… You know.

"Come on then," I say hoisting myself to my feet, "let's go see the little tyke."

I wander behind Katie – deliberately – so I can stare at her magnificent ass rippling with every step.

"Stop staring at me!" she giggles.

"Never! What kind of man would I be if I didn't admire something as incredible as your ass?" I ask, "I'm serious – they should declare this thing one of the seven wonders of the modern world."

"Stop playing around," she says, peeking over her shoulder and winking at me.

"What makes you think I am?" I ask, winking back. "Hey – should I put on clothes on?"

She stops, turns, and looks at me, her eyes deliberately falling to the magnificent package between my legs. I feel it twitch and stiffen under her revealing gaze.

God, will this woman ever stop turning me on?

"Why would you do a silly thing like that?" she asks challengingly.

"Well, you know," I stammer, "I don't want Tommy to see anything
X-rated
, you know?"

Katie lets out a peal of delicate, tinkling laughter and closes the couple of paces between us, running her tiny, soft hand across my cock, so it really does stiffen this time. "Tommy? I know you love him, Mike, but he's a year old – he has no idea what's going on…"

"He's a bright kid…" I say, immediately rising to the defense of my son, but judging by the amused look on Katy's face, she was expecting me to say exactly that.

"You're so predictable, Mike."

She turns and pushes Tommy's bedroom door open, and we creep in silently. Every time I crossed the threshold of this room, it feels like I'm entering some inner sanctum. Tommy's not just my son, but a living reminder of the best friend – other than Katie – I've ever had. A memorial. I was so delighted when Katie agreed to name him after my dead friend that, I'm not ashamed to admit, I shed a tear. As we walk towards him, I remember the look she gave me, remember her response, how she simply couldn't understand why I was surprised –
"of course we can call him Tommy, I wouldn't have it any other way…"

This girl’s a real catch.

"How's he doing?" I ask reverently, as Katie gently picks him up out of his cot, "how's his forehead?"

She picks up my hand and stretches it gently, bringing it down on our son's face. I relax, some inner tension falling away from me now that I know his fever's broken. "Thank God," I say, looking at my beautiful, red-faced son, "I was getting worried…"

"Mike, you're so protective – it's just a cold!" Katie laughs quietly, apparently deciding against waking him up, in favor of allowing him to continue sleeping.

I pick Tommy up out of Katie's hands and cradle him against my broad chest, feeling his soft warm skin against mine. He's so tiny, so weak, so feeble that sometimes I stay up all night worrying about him. But that's my job, I'm here to keep him safe.

"I know, I know," I say, lowering him back to his cot, "but he's my only son…"

We tiptoe out of the room, moving like special forces soldiers on a stealth mission so as not to wake up our son. As soon as the door's closed, Katie looks at me with a wicked glint behind her eyes, and devilishly strokes her hand across me once more, remorselessly springing me back to life.

"I think it's about time, Mr Carson, that we did something about that…"

T
he End