Bruiser: A Lonely Housewife Embarks on a Passionate Affair with an Alpha Male MMA Fighter (17 page)

 
Chapter Fifty Three

Ava

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” Ava asked, as she packed up her overnight bag.

Clark stood in the doorway, Lex clinging to his neck.

“No,” her husband admitted. “I’m not okay with this at all. You’re off to stay in a hotel with your ex-boyfriend – and I’ve
seen
the way he’s been looking at you.”

“Clark…” Ava rolled her eyes.

“But I
trust
you,” Clark added. “So if you promise nothing funny is going to go on with Rob, I’m going to just have to believe you.”

Ava stood there and looked over at her husband.
Rob
had never been the issue – not that Clark needed to know that.

When Brandon had asked her to come to the fight in Atlantic City with him, she’d almost said no. But by this stage, she felt as invested in this as he was – and she wanted to be with him whether he won, or lost.

But that meant Clark had to stay home with the kids; and she could see that it was eating him up inside.

“Honey, I
promise
you,” Ava reassured him, “
nothing
is going to happen between Rob and I.” She laughed, and shook her head. “Seriously, he reminds me too much of a young Hulk Hogan to take seriously at the moment anyway.”

Clark grumbled, clearly not believing her.

Ava stepped over, and wrapped her arms around Clark’s neck. She pulled him in for a kiss, and Lex giggled as he got a front-row view.

“I love you,” Ava murmured, running her fingers through Clark’s reddish ‘fro of hair. “It means a lot to me that you’re letting me do this.”

“Hmmm,” Clark didn’t sound convinced.

“Look, I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” Ava purred. She leaned over and kissed her husband wetly on the mouth. “Watching all those men fighting gets me frisky; and I’ll make sure
you
reap the benefit.”

Clark grumbled in his throat.

“Look, I’ve got to go,” Ava checked the time on her cell-phone. “Rob’s waiting outside.” And then she kissed Clark once again, grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

Clark watched her go, and squeezed Lex tightly.

He sniffed.

“You okay, Daddy?”

“Yeah,” Clark squeezed him again. “I’m fine, bud.” And then he stepped up to the window and watched his wife roar off down the street in Rob’s ridiculous Trans Am.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

 
Chapter Fifty Four

Brandon

The MMA league might not have been paying Brandon as much as the previous fighter who faced off against James MacDonald – but they certainly didn’t skimp on the accommodation.

A two-bedroomed Spa Tower Suite at the Golden Nugget was reserved in Brandon’s name; and as he shuffled up to the front desk in his shorts and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle hoodie, the concierge swallowed his distaste and offered to show Brandon to his room.

A gleaming elevator took him high into Tower One of the infamous Golden Nugget casino; and soon Brandon was being led through etched glass doorways into a beautiful suite; overlooking the swirling grey waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

Brandon threw his duffel bag onto the couch, and peeled off a five dollar bill for the concierge. Then he paused, and handed him two ones instead.

“
Thank you
, sir,” the concierge hissed, through gritted teeth.

The door clicked behind the concierge, and Brandon was left alone to enjoy the luxury.

For somebody who’d slept on a couch more often than a bed for the last six months, this was incredible.

A brown leather couch and widescreen TV filled the main room. Bedrooms with gleaming white sheets on the king-sized beds led off left and right. Then there was a balcony; and from there Brandon could see the rippling lights of Atlantic City reflected in the waves of the ocean.

As Brandon stood transfixed by the sea, the door to the tower suite rattled, and swung open.

Rob and Ava came staggering in, hefting their bags.

“Wow,” Ava grinned, as she surveyed the suite. “This is
swanky
.” She dumped her suitcase on the couch. “If nothing else, they hooked you up for tonight, B.”

Brandon grinned.

“And they have room service sending up some dinner in an hour.” He laughed dryly. “A condemned man’s last meal, perhaps?”

Rob swaggered over and punched Brandon in the arm.

“Don’t talk like that,” he grinned. “Whether you win or lose, you’re going to give that British bastard a fight to remember.”

The door rattled again, and this time it was Vinnie letting himself in.

“What’s happening, guys!” The skinny Italian grinned. “Whoa, check out this crib, B-man.” He patted Brandon on one of his meaty shoulders. “They hooked you
up
.”

“Well, Fox booked me the suite next door,” Rob quickly mentioned. “Bruiser here isn’t the
only
celebrity in town.”

“I hear they’ve got MacDonald in the Trump,” Vinnie shot back. “Maybe we’ll luck out and he’ll get food poisoning from his haggis and porridge.”

Rob ignored him.

Turning to Ava, her ex-boyfriend grinned lustfully at the curvy housewife, and purred, “I have two rooms, too. You bunking with me tonight, sweetie?”

Ava’s cheeks blushed pink.

She hadn’t booked a room – assuming the MMA league would hook Brandon’s entourage up like they had him. And in some ways they had – staying in Rob’s suite would give her a room to herself.

But she knew Clark would be
green
if she did that.

“Sorry, Thor,” Brandon injected, surprising them both. “Ava’s hubby gave me strict instructions. She’s
not
to share a suite – and
definitely
not a bed – with you.”

Rob narrowed his eyes.

Ava could almost see the cogs turning behind his clear, blue eyes. It was obvious that Brandon had just made that up, but still he shrugged.

Clark was jealous of him, and he’d been fairly obvious about his interest in Ava. He really couldn’t blame the nerdy husband for putting a veto on his sleeping arrangements.

“Ava can sleep in my spare room,” Brandon continued. “Vinnie? You’re with Rob.”

Vinnie shrugged.

“As long as the minibar is complimentary, I’ll sleep on the fucking balcony.”

“Well, let’s get unpacked, showered, and we’ll get together for dinner and some final planning,” Rob hefted up his bag. Turning to Ava, he asked, “You gonna be okay with this lout, baby?”

Ava turned to Brandon, and saw him staring at her with hungry brown eyes.

She shivered.

“I’ll be fine,” she lied.

   
Chapter Fifty Five

Ava

“That was fucking
smooth
,” Ava laughed dryly, as she threw her bag onto the bed in the second room.

Brandon stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mrs. Cassidy.”

Ava turned around, and put her hands on her curvy hips.

“You know Clark’s super jealous of Rob, so you
lied your ass off
to shack me up with
you
, instead?” She laughed. “If only they fucking knew.”

Brandon chuckled.

Pushing himself upright, he crossed the room and stood looming over Ava. With a smile, he placed his big hands on her shoulders.

“Can you blame me?”

Ava blushed.

“Not really.”

Looking down into her eyes, Brandon breathed, “I can handle pretty much anything that happens to me tomorrow night – but I couldn’t handle it without you.”

And then he bent down to kiss her.

Ava let him.

She closed her eyes and felt the warm softness of Brandon’s lips on hers, and the tightness as his fingers dug into her shoulders.

She swooned.

Wrapping her arms around Brandon’s massive shoulders, she kissed him like she’d never been kissed before – breathing in his manly scent, and feeling the hard warmth of his big body.

She shivered.

Their lips parted, and Brandon warned, “We don’t have much time.” And, with that, he hefted Ava up and threw her forcefully onto the bed.

Ava bounced up and down as she landed, giggling.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Brandon growled, crawling onto the bed and crushing her with his weight. “We don’t have time for foreplay.” And, with that, he hooked his fingers into her leggings, and wrenched them down, around her thighs. “Maybe later – when they’ve gone.”

“Well, we could
wait
,” Ava suggested – but by then, Brandon had already pulled her leggings off completely.

He threw them aside, and yanked down his own shorts. His hard cock sprung out, thick and throbbing.

Ava groaned as she saw it, her pussy quivering hotly.

Grabbing Ava’s wrists, Brandon hoisted them above her head, and pinned them to the bed. Then he crushed his lips against hers, and slid between her bare legs.

His cock prodded eagerly at her thighs. Ava groaned, and shifted her hips, and then his hardness found her wetness and he thrust inside of her.

“Fuuuuuuck,” arching her back, Ava felt his thick, throbbing cock stretch and fill her.

Brandon groaned too, as he felt her warm, wet, velvet embrace.

Kissing her frantically, the big fighter fucked Ava.

The bed creaked as he thrust inside her, and Ava squirmed and groaned as she was pinned down to the bed by Brandon’s hard, hot weight.

Lips wet with each other’s kisses, Brandon and Ava never broke eye contact. He stared with burning intensity into her eyes, and murmured, “God, I needed this.”

Ava couldn’t even find words. She just lay there, and felt his beautiful cock slide inside her, and Brandon’s muscular hips grind against her clitoris.

His cock swelled inside of her, and Ava realized that he was close to cumming. He was like a rutting animal, using her like she was helpless to his desires; and she was loving it.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum…”

For a panicked moment, Ava remembered that Brandon wasn’t wearing a condom, and that she
still
wasn’t on any form of birth control.

But right now? She didn’t think he could stop even if she wanted him too… And the truth? She didn’t want him to stop either.

She wanted him to possess her. To empty himself inside of her. To bypass rationality, and sense, and sentiment, and just
use
her, like a man was born to use a woman.

And Brandon delivered.

“I’m cumming…”

With grunting groan, the huge fighter thrust himself inside Ava as deeply as he could, right to the hilt, and then exploded wetly inside of her.

“Fuuuuck,” Ava moaned, as she felt his cock swell, and throb, and flood her with wetness. She squeezed shut her eyes and shuddered in visceral pleasure.

And then, spent, Brandon flopped across her chest.

They lay in a heap on the bed, panting and gasping.

After what seemed like a sticky eternity, Ava pushed Brandon off of her, and he rolled aside, his softening cock slithering out of her. She felt a gush of wetness roll down the crack of her ass, and shivered indulgently.

“They’re going to be back any second,” Ava groaned.

“L-let them,” Brandon replied sleepily, face down on the bed.

Ava kicked him, and hauled herself upright. A moment later, she was sliding off the bed, and looking for her leggings.

With wetness dribbling down her thigh, Ava awkwardly pulled up her panties and leggings, and then snapped angrily at Brandon: “C’mon!”

She walked over to the bed and slapped his bare, white ass.

“If Rob and Vinnie find out about … well, about
us
, just because you’re too goddamned lazy to pull your shorts up, I swear it won’t be James MacDonald who beats you into submission.”

Chuckling, Brandon rolled off the bed, and pulled up his pants.

He had just enough time to grab Ava’s shoulders, and pull her in for a long, hot kiss, before the door started rattling.

Jumping apart from each other, instantly feigning innocence, Ava and Brandon welcomed Rob and Vinnie back in for dinner.

   
Chapter Fifty Six

Ava

“Babe, are you
sure
?” Rob asked.

He and Ava were standing on the balcony, overlooking the gleaming reflection of Atlantic City. The lights were projected across the rippling Atlantic Ocean; shimmering in the darkness.

“My room is just next door,” Rob purred, and tried to kiss Ava’s neck. She elbowed him hard, and stepped away from his groping hands.

“
Watch it
,” Ava hissed. “Brandon and Vinnie will see.”

“So what?” Rob leaned in for a kiss, and she turned away. “C’mon, Ava.” And the next thing he did was sweet, instead of sleazy. He reached down and squeezed her hand. “Being back around you these last two weeks has been like
torture
.”

Ava blinked, and looked back up.

She and Rob had been standing on the balcony together for a few minutes now. She knew if they didn’t head back inside, Brandon and Vinnie were going to start asking questions.

Fortunately, Brandon had a huge plate of pasta to finish; and food was pretty much the only thing that
truly
distracted him.

Rob snorted.

“Seeing you again… It’s like a reminder of all the good times we had.” He ran a hand through his luxurious blond hair. “It reminds me of how sweet, and funny, and goofy and
kind
you are.”

Staring at his feet, Rob added, “I see you with Clark and it kills me. You deserve so much better than him.”

“Clark is the father of my kids,” Ava snapped. “And he’s a good husband.”

Okay, he might be selfish, and childish, and resemble Will Ferrell in the same way that Brandon resembled Gerard Butler… But she loved him.

At least, she thought she did.

“One night,” Rob squeezed her hand. “For old time’s sake.”

Ava looked up, into the twinkling blue eyes of her ex-boyfriend.

She didn’t know why he was doing this. As a D-list celebrity, there were probably scores of fame-hungry young sluts he could bang. The fact that he was pushing so hard for her – an overweight, overwrought housewife – made her think he was being sincere.

And maybe he was. Maybe after getting all the pretty young chicks he’d wanted, Rob was yearning for something real. And back when they were at college, what they’d had was as real as anything would ever get.

But that was a long time ago. A lifetime.

And right now? With Brandon’s finger marks still on her body? She couldn’t even imagine it.

Ava reached out and squeezed Rob’s hand.

“I love you, Robbie,” she purred. “I always will. But not tonight.” And, in saying ‘not tonight’ she made an unspoken promise that it didn’t mean ‘never.’

Because with her life the way it was, ‘never’ seemed like too long to make a promise for.

“Hey!”

The door to the balcony rattled open, and Vinnie poked his head out.

“The B-man wants to hit the hay – and given what’s riding on him tomorrow, I say we let him.” The wiry Italian turned to Ava. “You promise not to keep him up, okay?”

“I promise,” Ava forced herself to smile.

Rob sighed, and put his arm around Ava’s shoulder. He squeezed, and then bent his head to kiss her lightly on the lips.

“Goodnight, Ava,” he breathed.

And then ‘Thor’ followed Vinnie off the balcony, and Ava watched them leave the suite.

Shivering, she stepped in from the balcony and pulled the door shut behind her.

Brandon was on the phone, ordering room service to come and collect their empty plates and glasses.

“It wasn’t an excuse,” he told her, after putting down the receiver. “I really do need to sleep.”

“I understand,” Ava nodded. She jerked her thumb in the direction of the bedroom. “I’ll try to keep it down in there.”

Brandon walked over to her, and squeezed Ava’s hand.

“You’re not sleeping in there,” he told her, and she felt an illicit thrill as he led her towards his bedroom.