FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle (15 page)

Chapter Twenty Six

James

From the moment he’d first seen Toni, he’d wanted to know what she tasted like.

She was beautiful, and sassy, and had curves that wouldn’t quit. But she also had that beautiful, brown skin and an exotic look that was like candy to a kid from Britain who’d never so much as kissed anybody with skin darker than
café au lait
.

Throwing Toni’s feet up into the air, he feasted on her delicious, hairless cunt.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Toni moaned, as she felt James’ thick, rough tongue slither between the lips of her pussy, and then swirl wetly around her clitoris. “Oh,
damn.
”

“Mmmph,” James growled, sucking gently on Toni’s clitoris, and then letting go of one of her ankles so he could press the tips of two of his fingers against the entrance to her upended, glistening pussy.

“Oh, God,” Toni groaned, as she felt James’ fingers stretch and fill her. “Oh, yeah, baby…”

Moments later, the room echoed with the sound of suction and slurping, as James finger-fucked Toni in rhythm to his agile tongue motions. Her pussy gushed into his mouth, and he gulped it down eagerly – devouring her as Toni crept closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh, shit,” she clawed desperately at the bedclothes. “Oh, fuck!” And then she tossed her head back and wailed, as James used his swirling tongue and exploring fingers to tip her over the edge into orgasm.

Gasping and groaning, Toni flopped limply back onto the bed – opening her eyes to see James clambering up onto the mattress.

Hooking his elbows under her knees, he practically bent the tiny black girl in half. Then he wrangled his hard-on into position at the entrance to Toni’s quivering, eager pussy and
thrust
inside her.

“Oh, fuuuck,” she came again, shuddering in climax, and clawing at James’ beefy arms.

The big Brit crushed her to the bed, and fucked her deep and fast with powerful strokes. Toni’s pussy practically sang as he pistoned in and out of her, and the wet sounds of their thrusting bodies echoed through the room.

“Oh, Jesus, that’s so good, baby,” Toni groaned, looking up, directly into James’ face as his body hung over hers.

James smiled, looking down at her as he thrust.

Her eyes were so big, and beautiful. Her mouth hung open like an expectant kiss. Fuck, she was
gorgeous
.

“Oh, God, Toni,” he groaned, “I can’t hold out…”

“Don’t, baby,” Toni clung to the big fighter, pulling him in close to her. “Give it to me, baby. I want it.”

And so he did.

Thrusting as deeply inside Toni’s eager pussy as he could, James surrendered to a delicious, throbbing climax.

His cock swelled inside her, and spurted hotly. Toni moaned as she felt herself flooded; welcoming his load deep inside her.

They hung like that, connected wetly at the crotch, for what seemed like an eternity. And then, finally, James collapsed on top of Toni, and they lay in a sticky, near-naked pile on the bed.

Toni groaned, crushed by James’ delicious weight. She stared up at the ceiling, stroking his reddish blonde hair.

“Now that,” she purred, “was a first round knockout.”

Chapter Twenty Seven

Toni

“I can’t breathe.”

“I’m so sorry.”

With a groan, James peeled himself off of Toni’s prone body; hauling himself up and off the bed.

As he did so, his softening cock slid from inside her, followed by a deluge of hot wetness that gushed down the crack of her ass.

Toni giggled.

“You better tip housekeeping when they come to change your sheets, honey.”

James stood there, magnificent in his nakedness. Turning to Toni, he grinned and said, “Well, we haven’t finished making a mess yet.”

Toni laughed – more deeply and honestly than she could remember laughing in a very, very long time.

It felt good.

Sitting up, she wriggled out of her dress – which was more resembling a belt at this point – and tossed it across the back of a bedside chair.

Then, deliciously naked, she sprawled out across the bed like a sleek brown pussycat.

James was watching, entranced. Barely taking his eyes off her, the handsome Brit opened up the mini bar and pulled out a bottle of Taittinger champagne.

“I had this chilled to celebrate my victory tonight,” he laughed bitterly. “Guess now is as good a time to open it as ever.”

Pop! With a spray of foam, the cork flew across the room.

“Wow,” Toni giggled, watching the white foam gush down James’ hand. “That’s like a flashback to five minutes ago.”

And then she giggled as she watched James’ cheeks turn pink.

Swallowing his embarrassment, the handsome Scotsman grabbed two glasses and sloshed champagne into them. A moment later he came and lay down on the bed next to the beautiful black girl.

They chinked glasses.

“Mmmm,” Toni’s eyes flashed as she sipped it. “This is good stuff. The crew I hang around with are more into Cristal.”

“With the diamond in the glass, and everything?”

“Don’t joke,” Toni laughed bitterly. “I once accidentally swallowed one of those fuckers.” Her cheeks turned pink. “It was no fun having to wait two days for
that
to turn up again.”

James laughed uproariously.

For a moment or two, they lay there in companionable silence. Then Toni reached over and laid her palm on James’ face.

“It’s funny,” she sighed. “You’re such a sweet guy. Who’d have thought a guy like you would be into MMA?”

“It’s not that I’m a particularly sweet guy,” James confessed. “It’s just your boyfriend’s an arsehole.”

Chapter Twenty Eight

Toni

Toni snatched her hand away, cheeks burning red.

“I’m sorry,” James saw her embarrassment. “That wasn’t cool.” He sipped his drink. “Look – I just saw the way he treated you and…”

Toni didn’t look him in the eye as she confessed: “He’s not the worst.”

Then, cautiously, the beautiful black girl turned to the handsome Brit and explained: “I’ve had kind of a rough dating history.”

He said nothing. He just listened.

“My first boyfriend was a crack dealer,” Toni explained. She lifted her arm and showed three deep scars near her wrist. “He gave me those with a crack pipe, when I tried to leave him. I was fifteen.”

Taking a deep swallow from her champagne, she continued:

“After that, I did it all. Gang-bangers. Felons. I never turned a trick, but I dated a pimp for a couple of months.” She looked up into James’ wide, blue eyes. “Growing up in Compton without a daddy isn’t easy. I did what I had to do to make it, y’know?”

James didn’t know. He came from an upper class Scots/English upbringing. While Toni was getting burned with a crack pipe, he was probably taking riding lessons, or going on skiing trips with his friends to Chamonix. 

“So I look back at
that
,” Toni continued, “and Hannibal isn’t so bad.” She looked at James coolly. “Not by the standards of some of the men I’ve been mixed up with, anyway.”

“Wow,” James breathed. “You’ve had a rough life.”

“I got some miles on me, baby,” a sad little smile danced on her lips. “But that’s the past. I’m focused on making myself a future.”

“With Hannibal?”

She said nothing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Toni reached over and laid a reassuring hand on James’ bare arm. “It’s a fair question.”

She took a deep breath.

“The thing with Baller… It’s more, like, a
business deal
.”

She looked up, deep into James’ eyes. “My agent, Frank, set it up. He needs my reputation – you know, a little gang-banging hood-rat made good. I make Baller look like, well, a
baller
.”

Then she shook her head.

“And, fuck me, James. I need his influence. His money. He’s on TV all the time. On the back of cereal boxes. Fuck, they’re gonna cast him in a movie next year.”

She shrugged.

“As long as I’m with Baller, the record companies will consider giving me a shot. I’m
legit
with him – which is fucking funny, because he’s trying to be
gangster
by being with me.”

James nodded. He pursed his lips.

“So… A business deal?”

Toni snorted.

“I know what you’re gonna ask next, and the answer is:
Yes
. He and I fuck. Shit, when it all started out, I even thought it was
real
. Like, I got
this
and everything.”

She held out her other arm – the one not burned by the crack pipe. On her wrist was tattooed an 8-Ball, and the words “BALLER” in graffiti-style script.

“Well, at least it’s better than Hannibal,” James said dryly. “If you ever leave him, you can just pretend you’re a really big fan of pool.” He laughed bitterly. “If you were stuck with ‘Hannibal’, you’d have to pretend you
really
loved the A-Team as a kid, or something.”

Toni smiled.

She rolled over, and laid her head down on James’ massive chest. Looking up at him with her beautiful brown eyes, she asked: “So, do you think I’m a
hoe
for what I’ve got with Baller?”

“A what?”

“A
hoe
. A whore,” she explained.

James laughed dryly. He stroked her hair, and flopped his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“No. No, I don’t.” He took a deep breath. “In fact, I’ve got a story not so dissimilar to yours.”

Chapter Twenty Nine

James

“Her name was Elise,” James explained. “She was the daughter of a prominent banker in our town. My parents set me up with her when I was sixteen.”

“And?” Toni asked. “What happened?”

“I got into MMA fighting. Her parents told me: It’s the cage matches, or her.”

Toni ran her fingers through the reddish blond hair on James’ chest.

“So you picked the fighting?”

“Obviously.”

“And what happened?”

James snorted.

“And my parents kicked me out. I spent six months sleeping on friend’s floors and sofas before I ran into Taffy. He got me in shape for some
real
fights, and I haven’t looked back since.”

Toni sighed.

“It’s nothing like my story at all.”

“Sorry. Not many crack dealers where I was from.”

“No,” she sighed. “It’s not that. You
left
.” She twirled her fingers around a tuft of his chest hair. “I’m still
there
. With him. And that means no matter what I do – how many records I sell, or how often I get a song played on the radio – I’ll always have to
wonder
.”  

“Wonder what?”

Toni rolled over, and picked herself up. She stared into James’ handsome face.

“Wonder if
I
made that happen, or it was because of
him
.”

James pursed his lips.

“Maybe it’s best not to know.” He took a sigh. “I mean, look at me. I know who won the fight tonight, and
knowing
the truth is worse than just
suspecting
it.”

Toni’s beautiful lips curled. She stroked James’ face.

“Oh, honey. You didn’t
lose
the fight. You
gave it
to Baller.”

James blinked.

“Urm…. Explain.”

“I was watching the whole thing,” Toni explained. “I must’ve watched a hundred of Baller’s fights. You fell right into his hands.”

“I did?”

“Sure,” Toni nodded. “He’s got that long-ass reach of his. And he hits like a freight train. You standing there boxing him was a losing strategy, honey. You should have gone in and taken his ass
down
.”

James remembered Hannibal’s impressive physique. He was heavier than James, and from the way his punches landed, clearly a lot stronger.

“He’d have torn me apart, wrestling him,” James said.

Toni laughed, shaking her head.

“That’s what they all think. They look at the size of Baller and think: He’s a wrestler. But you know what? They’re all trippin’. Baller
hates
wrestling. He trained as a boxer, like you did – and he’s too fucking
lazy
to learn anything else.”

James narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Toni explained, as if to a child, “if you get him down on the ground,
you could fucking win
.”