FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (35 page)

43

“Don’t, please, not this time, I want to feel you cum inside me. PLEASE, God, it feels so good, don’t stop —”

“You need more, little girl?”

“Yes, God, please make me cum —”

There were no more beautiful words than what he just heard, and his crazy ass greedy cock was only too happy to oblige.

Her hips bore down, his eyes already blazing as he watched her sitting on his lap, facing him taking him as deep as he had ever gone. Her wanton side out in force and he loved watching her come out of herself like this.

“OH my God, don’t stop, right there —”

The words turned into one long screaming orgasm as her arms tightened like a stranglehold around his throat. He pulsed upward with the clenching of her walls, taking every inch her body would give him, feeling her from the inside with sensations that didn’t even have names.

Jesus, fuck…every fucking time feels better than the last—

Her muffled whimpers slowed into the crook of his neck, and he pulled her head back by the hair, he needed to see her face, look into her eyes.

Victoria’s eyes were the picture of pure bliss, unadulterated ecstasy as she rode out the final waves of her climax and her body overheated on his cock and soaked them both.

He reached around, slipped his fingers down into the dripping juices that streamed from where there bodies bound into one, bringing them up and swirling them around her tight dark bud.

Cameron wanted more; he wanted to see that look on her face one more time before he cemented his seed inside her.

“You like that? You want my finger in your ass? You’re going to cum again for me aren’t you babygirl?”

He pushed slowly, firmly, and her body yielded and he heard the whimpering, guttural sound of resignation and rapture in her voice.

He pumped his long, slick middle finger in and out of her ass as he rose her body up with his arm around her waist, pounding into her like a soldier on leave finding a virgin at the whorehouse.

He felt her body heat up around him again, her softness enveloped him — he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cum for me babygirl —”

He raised her ass for another deep stroke and then slipped a second finger deep into her tight ring of muscle — she wriggled like some snake on a hot rock but Cameron locked her down with his arm around her waist, her tits at his mouth, as he leaned in and marked the soft flesh.

“Owwwww!!!”

Her face lit up with a look of such pure rapture and love, Cameron was done. From his toes to his ears, his body seized up, his balls churned shots of cum so far into her he was sure he had planted himself inside her.

The idea of sending his seed home only pushed his crazy dick to pump harder, impaling her and filling her with every drop that rose up from somewhere that felt like his soul.

She rocked on him until they both fell into a kiss that seemed like it wouldn’t end. He could feel the soft plush curves of her body melt against him as he held her close, and his cock jerked the last drops deep in her belly.

“Who loves you, babygirl?” Cameron barely got the words above his breath into her ear.

“You do, daddy.” She curled around him like a spider clutching its prey.

“That’s right babe —” He licked her neck, listening to her breath in his ear hitch and halt. “That’s right.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

What the Jesus devil’s fuck????

There is that split second when you puncture the membrane between unconscious and conscious; when your brain and body exist on another plane, somewhere between two worlds that feels like nowhere.

Cameron wished he lived there; in that nowhere. Because when that moment of blissful ignorance was over and he realized she wasn’t wrapped around him and his morning wood was the only evidence of the dream that still echoed in his head, nowhere was the only place he wanted to be.

He threw his arm over his eyes.

Not because there was any light coming in, he had sealed up the hotel room like a tomb with the light-blocking curtains. The ink that covered his chest and both arms was a muffled gray against his flesh.

The spiderweb obsidian ink that covered his elbow and part of the top and bottom of his arm looked like a death mask as he draped the crook of his arm over his face trying to keep reality from tangling its nasty fingers around his neck.

Get up. You still have shit to do. Get up. Get up. Get up. I wonder where the fuck she is. Stop it. Get up. Go fight, go. It’s all you know; it’s all you have and it ain’t much, but it’s the only fucking way you’re going to get through this shit day. And the next, and the next. Finish the job and then get the fuck out.

Between the searing branded image of Asher’s hand on hers and his lips on her cheek, Cameron’s only other thought was how far he should go. Colorado hadn’t been far enough, maybe he needed at least an ocean between them so he wouldn’t be tempted to come back again.

Two panting furry faces were resting on the edge of the shitty motel mattress. He had to give the clerk an extra fifty bucks to let him bring the dogs.

“Come on, let’s get those shitters emptied.”

He ran the dogs for a couple miles until they had pissed and crapped and looked like they were ready for him to leave them the hell alone for a few hours.

He fed the dogs and threw his ass in the shower.

Guys like him didn’t get happy endings. Right? He, of all people, should have known better. He couldn’t remember ever seeing one himself and he sure as shit hadn’t earned one. But, her, Jesus — she fucking deserved one and he thought he would be the one with a shot at giving it to her.

Killing Asher — visions of pounding his head into a brick wall — occurred to him. But he wasn’t the betrayer, he didn’t know she belonged to him, and he certainly couldn’t fault him. Dude had good taste.

His heart asked him for permission for every beat, he barely breathed in and out without conscious thought as he threw his broken self into the car. His head rested on the cool leather wrap of the steering wheel as his eyes closed, and he lost himself in the quicksand of grief. It wasn’t just a broken heart; it was a death, a funeral, and a burial of everything that had kept him just this side of reality.

He took one, two, three long breaths — his mind felt like a dead body with a rope tied around one ankle, a cinder block around the other end and the icy water of the Detroit River pulling him down.

By the time he lifted his head, the clock on his phone said 8:36. He had walked out of the hotel room at 8:02, he only remembered taking those three breaths then — nothing — and it was 30 minutes later.

Fuck man, you are fucking losing it. Nut up.

He focused like a sniper staring down through the cross hairs, tunnel vision, blocking everything else out as he drove to the only place where he knew he could find relief.

I hope Reggie’s got a big boy for me today because they are probably going to be sorry they got out of bed this morning.

He knew he could cause real damage in his current state of mind. Ripping off limbs and crushing windpipes sounded like the best way to start off the shit day. Unfortunately, it would probably leave him in handcuffs.

You still have to handle this shit man. You still have to keep her safe. Button up this bullshit and then disappear. You gotta make it another few days, you gotta decide. Take the fall or figure it out. But, she will never, ever lay with that fuck — not if there’s any blood left in my veins, she will not be their sacrificial lamb.

He felt the weight of war on his shoulders. She would be safe, that was mission priority, even if they weren’t together that would never change. He had not decided until his car turned left instead of right at the red flashing light at Belmont and Wayne. Right took him to Reggie’s, left took him to O’Leary’s where Topher held court every day.

Every direction he turned the pieces and parts in his mind, there was no out. No perfect way to keep all the flaming sticks in the air, juggling them was no longer an option; it was time to nut up and make a decision.

Even as his fingers felt the cool metal of the door handle, the buzzing neon GUINNESS STOUT sign in the window like a caution light, he couldn’t be sure how or if he was going to walk out the same way he came in. The scenarios flashed in his head like strobe light images of the ending of some tragic comedy.

“Hopeful Fighter Loses the Final Round”

Or

“Hometown Badboy Fulfills his Tragic Destiny”

Or

“Local Mobster Drinks his Last Black & Tan”

Or

“Star Crossed Lovers Dance Their Final Dance”

Or

“Innocent Lamb Slaughtered by Selfish Fucks”

Cameron shook his head, trying to clear the block type headlines from his mind as his eyes fought to adjust to the shadows inside the small corner bar. It smelled of cigars, decades of filth, and spilled beer permeating every corner.

There were noises, voices — not many; it was early, but he was pretty sure
he
was here. By the time his pupils dilated enough to see shadowy figures out of his left eye, the decision was made.

He listened closely as his ears made out the sound of the voice he was there to find.

The other voices faded, there was a rushing in his ears as he imagined that fat fucks hands on her and in three strides and less than 50 words, the deal with the devil was done.

It’s the only way.

His voice echoed in his head as he wondered which part of him he was trying to convince.

The only other thing inside his head was the monster’s final words.

“I was almost hoping you wouldn’t take me up on my offer. I would so very much like to taste her.”

That familiar twitch began in his fingertips; then the heat that rose from the back of his neck and reality started to shift. Time spun backward when survival was the only law — it was kill or be killed and the beast that resided just on the other side of his breath came out.

Cameron knew, there was a good chance when this was all done, there was a next of kin notification in the future for one of them. Or, more likely, both of them.

44

“Geez, this place is a time capsule.”

Hannah was the only real girlfriend Victoria had ever had. The last few years had drifted them in varying directions. When Victoria texted her an S.O.S. the other night, she turned on her heel showing up within the hour.

They spent the evening with Hannah picking Victoria up off the floor as she realized Cameron’s words were no joke. They were done.

Inside the gym office, Victoria looked more like a photographic negative come to life. Her eyes sunk into the spots above what used to be pink swells of her cheeks. Her lips took on a grayish blue hue; the color lips take on after swimming in water that is far too cold for far too long.

“Thanks for coming last night. I’m such a disaster.”

Victoria looked at the black and white photographs on the wall and they began to waver as her eyes blanketed with tears.

“I still can’t believe you were banging your step-brother.” Hannah tried to lighten the mood. Her pink fingernails matched her lips as her full length tattooed arms crossed over her chest.

“Stop. He’s not my step-brother. Yes, he was, for like a minute. But, God, what am I going to do? How did I fall so far so fast and fuck up so big?”

“He
overreacted.
He’s a badass, Uber Alpha bull shit; they do that. They can’t see past their own dicks. You have to get him to listen to reason. Right? I mean, he has to be reasonable. You don’t just break up with someone you love for not calling. For having lunch with his brother? I mean, you told him there was nothing going on. If he loves you, he should trust you and listen to reason. You have to take control girl. Sit his ass down and tell him how it is.”

She apparently didn’t know Cameron very well. Reason was not in his vocabulary. Life was black and white. You were in, or you were out. There was no middle ground with him.

Victoria felt her stomach flip flop and then dance again with the constant state of nausea which had took up permanent residence in her gut since yesterday.

In the little sleep she managed last night, she dreamed of him.

Every part of him. The way his body moved when he held himself above her, the way he wouldn’t let her look away when he entered her when he made her cum until tears streaked her cheeks.

Every time she blinked, she saw his face, the glint of his teeth, the way the dark black ink stretched and moved on his arms and chest.

She could hear his voice in her ear, whispering in his deep, painful tone how he loved her, how his only purpose in life was to care for her, to bring her pleasure.

“Hey — I’m not here to talk to these pictures you know.” Hannah waved her arms in the air trying to get Victoria to snap out of her stupor.

“Sorry. What?”

“
I said
, — when we were sixteen, and Colton Sesher messed with you, and Cameron almost killed him — you remember that right?? — I thought if I ever had someone care for me like he did for you, that would be the perfect man. I tried once you know —”

Hannah curled her finger in her hair.

“Tried what?” Victoria managed to ask.

“
You know
, with
him,
Cameron. Once, when we were hanging out here our senior year. Because you guys worked all the god damn time so if I wanted to see you I came here. So, I tried to get him to kiss me, back there behind the office - in that hall.”

“What?! You never told me that! So, did you? I mean did he? Kiss you?”

“Nope. I couldn’t even make a dent in that armor he has. I was all over him too. I mean, you can’t blame me. Look at him. I think he’s the hottest guy I have ever seen. Real or imagined.”

And now he’s gone.

“Then, I remember when he went in front of the judge for
‘assault with intent to do great bodily harm’
for smashing Colton’s head into that brick wall twelve times — and then the judge let him off with probation because he was protecting you from almost being raped. I can remember I was soooo relieved, honestly, it is just good to know there are men like Cameron in the world. It gives me something to dream about. I mean, not
him
specifically, anymore, but someone like him. I walk all over most of the guys I date. Most of them are pussies. Give me a caveman any day, I want to be taken — not asked. Honest to God, there is just something about him that screams sex. A good badass is hard to find my friend.”

Shut up, please, stop talking about him.

How was it possible for a human to live in this kind of pain? How did you remember to breathe? To take steps and form words without such exhausting effort? Victoria saw those eyes watching her from the line of photos hanging over Hannah’s head and the wavering tears turned to death rattling sobs.

“Oh man, I’m sorry. I'm supposed to be helping, and I’m just making it worse.”

“No—” Victoria tried to squeak out more, but her throat closed.

The only thing that came out were the clutching, halting noises of a tortured soul. The pain was like a neurotoxin from a viper, affecting every part of her being and shutting down her vital organs one at a time.

Hannah’s warm arms covered her shaking shoulders until the hurricane subsided, and another box of Kleenex went empty into the trash can.

“You know how to kill some tissue there girl. That was one of them-there ugly cries.” Hannah winked, using her best Alabama red-neck voice and as Victoria did her best to remember, her lips curved upward.

“God, now I’m glad I never had my heart broken before. This sucks. I can’t eat,” Victoria managed to mumble.

Just thinking of food sent her stomach into her throat, and she gagged on the stinging bile that threatened to spill over.

“Well, then watch me eat. Maybe you should drink.”

“Oh yeah, I can imagine how that would go. Me? The one drink wonder?”

“Yeah, you sort of suck at it.”

“I know. I puked on my Dad’s feet the one time you decided to introduce me to Peach Schnapps then dropped me off at home to fend for myself. I only had two shots and still I was a mess. It never got better, so I just got comfortable with the idea that I was going to be the permanent designated driver.”

“And I thank you for that.” Hannah gave her a quick nod of appreciation. “Well, you want me to come over for a while? I can order pizza at your place —”

“Sure.” Victoria didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t want her to come over, but she also didn’t care if she did. She was void of emotion and opinion.

Hannah was babbling on about how her last boyfriend used to cry after sex as they emerged into the gray tones of the parking lot.