Bruiser: A Lonely Housewife Embarks on a Passionate Affair with an Alpha Male MMA Fighter (4 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Brandon

Mia Werber stood looking out through the glass windows of the karate center, until the tail lights of Ava’s Buick had disappeared from view.

Then, with narrow eyes and a forced smile, she turned around and said: “What was that cute little number doing staying late? Are you trying to make me jealous, B?”

Brandon’s cheeks burned pink.

“It’s nothing like that,” he told her. “Ava –
Mrs. Cassidy
– is just a friend. She did some bookkeeping for me the other night.”

“Oh, is
that
what they’re calling it these days?” Mia asked.

“Stop it,” Brandon snapped. “It’s not like that.”

Mia snorted derisively. Then she padded up to where Brandon was sitting, and gave one, last glance towards the window – to make sure the parking lot was truly deserted, and in darkness.

And then, lips curling, she sat down in Brandon’s lap.

She wrapped her slender arms around Brandon’s beefy neck, and looked deeply into the 25-year-old’s intense, brown eyes.

“You know,” Mia purred, wiggling her rump in Brandon’s lap, “it’s quite alright. If you want to go and stick it to that curvy little cutie, you go right ahead. I don’t have any claim on you.”

At that, Brandon groaned – but he made no move to push Mia off his lap.

“She’s probably just trying what worked for me,” Mia leaned forward, and pressed her lips again Brandon’s. With a snarl, he reached up, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Tugging it, he kissed her back furiously.

For a moment, their lips writhed against each other – and then Mia pulled back, lips glistening, and stared mockingly into Brandon’s burning eyes.

“That little slut’s probably pulling what I did,” Mia purred, licking the taste of Brandon from her lips. “Staying late after class… Getting you alone.” She reached over and stroked Brandon’s cheek. “My poor little Bruiser doesn’t have much self-control when he’s alone with a pretty woman, does he?”

Brandon’s eyes narrowed. He made a growl deep in his throat.

“Well, let her thirsty little ass skulk off to her hubby. Tonight,
I
want a piece of you.” And, with that, she leaned down and kissed him again.

This time, Brandon snarled angrily. Wrapping his big hands around Mia’s waist, he hefted the slender wife off of him as if she weighed nothing – and then threw her with a thump onto the reception desk.

“Huuuungh,” Mia moaned, deliciously winded.

Brandon snarled, and yanked down his
karategi
. From between his legs, out sprang his thick, stubby cock.

His rough fingers curled around the waistband of Mia’s yoga pants, and he yanked them down around her thighs – taking with them her panties. With another yank, they were off entirely – sliding onto the floor from one of Mia’s ankles.

“Oooh,” Mia groaned, as she felt Brandon’s big hands wrap around her ankles, and lift her legs into the air. “Don’t
bruise
me, Bruiser. I don’t want my husband asking any awkward questions.”

But Brandon wasn’t listening.

Reaching down between his legs, he grabbed the root of his thick cock, and aimed it between Mia’s thighs. Almost instantly, she groaned as she felt the throbbing head of his cock press against the entrance to her wetness.

And then, without foreplay or pretense, Brandon thrust inside her.

“Oh,
fuuuuck
,” Mia groaned, arching her back as she felt herself stretched and filled by Brandon’s thick cock.

She reached up, to wrap her arms around the burly young man’s shoulders, and urged him to sink inside her right to the hilt.

“Now,
that’s
what I came here for tonight,” Mia groaned, as she finally felt Brandon bottom out inside of her. “Poor old Mike’s sitting on the couch, watching SportsCenter – and just
imagine
what his little wifey is up to.”

Brandon snarled, and began fucking Mia with deep, hard thrusts. The reception table creaked, as the slender wife was pounded hard across the back of it.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Mia groaned, closing her eyes. “That’s it.
Fuck me, baby
.” She tightened his grip on his shoulders. “Come on…
Harder
…”

And Brandon snarled again, and looked down deep into Mia’s wide, hazel eyes. As she was rocked back and forth on the table, he drank her in, watching her eyes widen with each thrust.

“Oh, that’s
so
good,” she groaned, urging him on. “I can feel how big you are inside me.” She licked her lips. “Are you nearly ready to cum?”

Brandon hadn’t been – but the moment she said it, it tipped him over the edge. And Mia knew it.

“Come on,” she encouraged him. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel it inside me.” And then she reached up, stroked his face, and murmured, “I love you, B…”

And that’s when he lost it.

Groaning, Brandon thrust as deeply into Mia as he could, and his cock swelled as he spurted hotly inside of her.

Mia groaned as she felt herself flooded, and shuddered on the table.

“T-that’s it,” she panted, as Brandon emptied his balls inside of her. “Give it to me.” And then he collapsed cross her chest.

Mia wrapped her arms around him, stroking his thick, black hair as the bear-like young man gasped and panted.

“That’s it, baby,” she purred. “That was
so
good.”

For a few minutes, they lay like that. Then, with a groan, Brandon peeled himself off of her, and staggered back.

His drained cock popped from inside her. Mia groaned, as she felt a flood of wetness gush down the crack of her ass.

“Quick! Pass me some tissues!” She giggled. “Otherwise the next time that curvy little cutie you were flirting with comes to balance your books, she’s going to wonder what the stains on your receipts are.”

Chapter Fifteen

Brandon

A few minutes later, Mia had wiped herself and pulled her yoga pants back on. She led Brandon out of the reception area, into the darkness of the studio itself, and they flopped down onto the mats.

“That was nice,” Mia breathed, reaching over to stroke Brandon’s hand.

“Did you cum?” He asked her, although he didn’t need to know the answer. Mia never came.

She shrugged non-committally.

“You know,” Brandon squeezed her hand, “I read on the Internet  that if a woman can’t orgasm from sex, it’s because she doesn’t love the guy.”

Mia laughed.

“What rubbish. That’s Hollywood romantic comedy shit.”

“But you
never
cum…”

Mia laughed bitterly.

“Honey, I have a good time.” She squeezed his hand. “Why do you think I keep coming back?” With a sigh, she leaned over and kissed Brandon in the darkness. “What we have? It’s special.”

And then Mia admitted, “Maybe that’s why I was jealous when I saw you with Mrs. Cassidy.”

“I have no interest in Mrs. Cassidy,” Brandon said, almost believing himself.

“Well, she wants you. I can tell. I bet half the moms do – a hot, young piece of man-meat like you.”

“Well, I only want
you
,” Brandon growled. “I just wish it wasn’t always like this – you having to sneak out to come see me.”

Mia said nothing.

“So,” she finally said, changing the subject, “what did that dark-haired little cutie want from you, B? Was she really there to check your ledger?”

“
Yes
,” Brandon snapped. “Ava used to be a bookkeeper.”

“
Ava
is it now? No more Mrs. Cassidy?”

Brandon’s cheeks burned red, but Mia carried on flippantly.

“So, what did
Ava
have to tell you? How are your books looking?”

“Bad,” Brandon admitted. “I guess I didn’t do my due diligence when I took this place over. I’m losing three grand a month.”

Mia said nothing. In fact, her face was a mask when she heard that.

“If I don’t get some more money coming in by the end of next month,” Brandon sighed, “I’m going to have to close the school. Maybe even declare bankruptcy.”

Mia reached over, and squeezed his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, B.”

But Brandon turned to her, and a smile stretched across his handsome face.

“It’s okay, though,” he explained. “I’ve got a
plan
.”

“A plan?” Mia cocked her head on one side, skeptically. “What sort of plan?”

“You know how I used to do MMA back in college?”

“The fighting? I remember you telling me about it.”

“Well, the promoters want me back – and my first fight will get me enough to keep this place open for at least another month.”

Mia blinked.

Her face grew pale.

“A fight? As in, a
cage
fight, like those MMA guys do on the TV?”

“Yes,” Brandon nodded, enthusiastically. “I’m going up against their new heavyweight contender – some British guy called MacDonald.”

“
Wait
,” Mia held up one hand. “You’re telling me that your ‘plan’ for saving this place is to become a
fighter
?”

“Yeah,” Brandon nodded. “It’s genius, right?”

“
Genius
?” Mia spat. “It’s
absolutely fucking insane
.”

Slap
! Her palm left a ringing imprint on Brandon’s cheek.

“There is absolutely
no fucking way
I am letting
you
get into a cage match,” she snarled. “
I forbid it
.”

And when Brandon opened his mouth to explain himself, Mia hit him with the kicker.

“And if you loved me –
truly
loved me, like you tell me you do –
you wouldn’t even consider it
.”

Chapter Sixteen

Brandon

Mia was pissed.

She was sitting there with her arms wrapped tightly around her slender torso, with her jaw jutting out defiantly.

“It’s a one-time thing,” Brandon tried to explain to her. “It’s not like I’m going back on the circuit indefinitely.”

“I don’t
care
, Brandon,” Mia snapped, hand raised to slap him again. “There is
no fucking way
I am letting you get into a televised cage match.”

Then she reached out, and instead of a slap, she laid her palm softly against Brandon’s cheek.

“I care too much for you to let that happen.”

“But I
need
the money
,” Brandon told her. “How else am I going to raise that kind of money by the end of next month?”

“
I don’t know
,” Mia shrugged. “But however much you need it, it’s not worth
that
.”

Brandon blinked.

Of all the reactions he’d expected from Mia, this was not one of them. Why was she
against
this? This was his
life
.

“If you won’t do it for me,” Mia continued, “think of the kids. Your students. How do you think it would look to them? To see their teacher up there on TV, brawling with somebody else?”

Brandon blinked, genuinely astonished.

“I run a martial arts school!” He snapped. “That’s what I teach them each and every day!”

“No!” Mia snapped. “I’ve listened to what you teach these kids, and it’s
not
that. You teach them about discipline, and personal responsibility. You put them on the right path to becoming responsible adults – and responsible adults
don’t
climb into an octagon and
beat the shit
out of each other.”

“But…”

“That’s my final word, Brandon,” Mia snapped – and when she used his full name, Brandon always fell silent.

Right then, her tone of voice was the same one she use to bark at her kids when they were too slow clambering out of the back of her minivan. It was her ‘mom voice’ and it served as a stark reminder that Brandon was a 25-year-old single guy, and she was fifteen years older than him… and
married
.

“I mean it, B,” reverting to sweetness, Mia squeezed Brandon’s hand again. “You tell me that you love me. If you do? Give up this idea of yours.
I mean it
.”

And, deflated, Brandon nodded.