Hooked (TKO #2) (14 page)
Authors: Ana Layne
Hilary
“Oh shit, there he is.” I squirm on my seat. Raegan somehow picks him out of the crowd just like I did.
“Don’t worry about him. Don’t even look at him, okay? Don’t let him think you were looking for him,” she says sternly.
I don’t want him to know I saw him, anyway. I just happened to notice him. Seeing him makes me want to throw up.
Mind over matter, Hil,
I keep reminding myself.
Don’t let him get to you.
“I’m good,” I tell her. “How do you think Lance is doing?”
”He’s probably shitting his pants right now.”
I burst out laughing. “Really?”
“I hope not. That would be gross, but he’s definitely stressing. Garrett told me.”
“I wish this were just a dream,” I admit.
“I know, but you and that little baby don’t need any stress so we’re going to talk about anything but this.”
“Got it. What do you want to talk about?”
Before she can answer me, the announcer calls Garrett’s name, and Raegan’s attention shifts to the ring. He makes his way up, where his opponent will be joining him shortly, and in a few minutes the fight is underway. I don’t see how Raegan watches with such confidence. She doesn’t seem to be worried about him at all, but then I see why. He’s damn good.
I don’t know a thing about what is going on in the ring, but clearly he’s winning and the crowd is loving it. Raegan erupts into cheers when he’s announced as the winner, and even I can’t stop the smile from stretching across my face. For that brief moment I’m able to forget about the worries in the darkest part of my mind.
The next match is between two ladies. I didn’t catch their names. “I miss being in there.” Raegan groans as she watches them.
“Are you going to fight again after you have the baby?” I ask.
“Probably not. Whitney didn’t, and I’ll probably follow in her steps. According to Lance, my real fight is beginning after the baby is born, anyway.”
“Wow, look at him giving advice.”
“Yeah, he’s grown up a lot. I thank you for that.”
My insides flutter at her words, and I turn my attention to the ring. I imagine getting to see Raegan fighting before she got pregnant. I can see it in her eyes; she does miss it. The fight ends and the announcer calls the next round of names.
His
name makes me cringe, and again I’m fidgeting. The thought to throw up crosses my mind, but Raegan grabs my hand and gently squeezes it. When Garrett comes and stands on the other side of me, I know I’ll be okay. I can get through these next few minutes, and then try to forget any of this ever happened.
The first person to make their way to the ring is Travis. I close my eyes, wishing he’d disappear. But when I open them again, he’s there and hasn’t noticed me.
My heart ignites as Lance walks up. I know he wants to look over and see if I’m okay, but he doesn’t want to draw attention. He’s doing what he can to protect me, and I’m grateful for that. I can feel the tension in the ring. Their stares are anything but friendly, and words are exchanged. I’m trying not to be stressed, but I just want this fight to be over.
Lance
Travis is waiting for me in the ring as I walk down to meet him. The glare in his eyes is some pussy attempt to intimidate me, but he doesn’t scare me at all. He never has, and he never will. I’m fighting the urge to look over and make sure Hilary is still okay, but drawing attention to her is the worst thing I could do right now. I don’t know if he’s seen her or not, and all I can do is hope he hasn’t.
I climb into the ring and listen to Blaize recite the rules I know by heart. I’m analyzing Travis. I’ve never fought him before, but I know he’s a lot of talk. I doubt he can back up all his bullshit, and I hope to knock him on his ass.
We’re told to have a clean fight. I shake Travis’s hand.
“I’m ready to break your face against this mat.” He growls at me. “I will get her back. I know she’s with you. Is she here? Is she going to watch me kick your ass? Because when I win, she’ll be coming home with me.”
“Fuck you, Travis. You lost and you’re going to lose tonight, so shut your mouth.”
“Oh, the pretty boy wants to talk shit? We’ll see how much you talk in a few minutes.”
“Go to hell.”
“I will, and I’m bringing her with me.” He smirks. I grimace, keeping my mouth in a straight line. I’m not saying another word to him. The only talking I’ll be doing is with my moves.
The crowd is chanting, waiting for us to fight, and we’re sitting here talking shit like this is some schoolyard argument. I throw a hook. It takes him completely off guard, and the crowd loves it. Not as much as I do, though. While he’s still trying to figure out what happened, I throw another jab and try to sweep him off of his feet. He catches that one, and immediately retaliates with a counter punch. It hurt bad, but my face is so straight I’ll never let him know.
I look up constantly, trying to figure out my next move. I hear Howard yelling something but I can’t look because I can’t draw attention to Hilary. Travis barrels into me, holding me tight while he jabs and punches. I need to get away from him and wear him down. The pain is searing through my body, but I won’t go down like this. I’m able to wiggle a little from his grasp and I swing my foot to knock him off balance. As he falls, I throw a few punches. Anything to make him feel a fraction of the pain he’s caused Hilary, and the pain he’s causing me now.
I don’t stop there. I make him hurt. I’m in control now, and I won’t let up.
I manage to get him in a leg lock, but he fights his way out of it. He has so much energy I’m almost worried he’ll wear me down before I can wear him down. He reaches up, attempting to fish hook me, and the referee taps his shoulder and tells him to stop or he’ll be disqualified. No way in hell do I want him out by disqualification. I’m gasping for air, thinking about my next move. Thinking about how to beat this asshole.
“You thought you could get away with that?” I ask him, getting back to my feet. I’m bouncing around on the balls of my feet, ready for whatever he’s conjuring up.
He’s back on his feet just like me. I’m ready to block whatever hit he may be about to throw when he spits in my face without warning. The crowd begins to boo him. I’ve fought just like I’m trained to do. I’ve done well. I haven’t let my issues affect any of this, but he just spit in my fucking face. I want to wipe it away but I can almost bet he’d use that to throw a cheap shot. This is getting old.
Jab, kick, kick, jab. He’s finally starting to look like he’s wearing down. His face is droopy, and his breathing is ragged. His spit is running down my face and I want to hurl but I continue to throw hooks until I have him backed into a corner. I kick his legs from under him, and pin him down with all my strength. I’m waiting for him to get up and keep fighting but he can’t seem to find the strength to stand. The sound of tapping fills my ears and I look down to see him tapping out. The referee grabs my arm and lifts it into the air as I stand. I can’t believe I fucking beat him. As much as I’d like to gloat in his face, I use my other hand to wipe the remaining spit from my face.
When I spot Hilary, she looks frazzled. I give her a wink to let her know I’m okay. The crowd cheers my name as I climb out of the ring. I want to make my way to Hilary but Travis is still in the ring, so I nod to Garrett and head to the dressing room. I’m holding true to my word. I told Hilary we would leave right away. I stand in front of the sink and wash my face. I can’t stand to have his spit on my face for another minute longer. The door opens and Garrett nods to me.
“We’re going to be outside,” he says.
“I’m coming right now. Let me grab my bag.”
“That was brutal, man. I thought when he spat in your face you were going to fucking kill him.”
“Laugh it up, but that was some disgusting shit. I really wanted to beat the living hell out of him for that.”
“He’s a coward, but you already knew that. He just showed what a loser he really is. I thought Hilary was going to cry for a moment, but she was fine. I know it was killing you not to look at her.” We walk out of the dressing room.
“Yeah, but I knew he’d notice her if I looked her way,” I say. “I couldn’t do that to her.”
“I get it, man. Oh fuck.” He seethes, glaring straight ahead.
I spot Raegan standing firmly in front of Hilary, pointing and yelling something at Travis. Garrett and I take off in a sprint before Raegan tries to do something she shouldn’t. Hilary is crying, and as much as I want to hold her, I have to settle this with Travis.
“Get the fuck away from her,” I yell. He turns to face me, letting out a sinister laugh.
“Nope. I’m taking what’s mine. No one asked if I wanted a baby. You’re not getting away with this.”
“What the fuck do you know about a baby?”
“I-It slipped out.” Hilary is crying. “He tried to grab my arm but I jerked away, and I said something about hurting the baby. I’m sorry.”
Raegan nods, confirming the story.
“Don’t you ever be sorry, Hilary. You have nothing to be sorry about,” I tell her. I turn back to face Travis. “You aren’t allowed to put your hands on her again, do you hear me?”
“You think I give a fuck? You think I want a baby? If it were up to me, that baby would be taken care of in an abortion clinic. She wants to keep it, though, the stupid bitch. Don’t fucking think about asking me for child support. You won’t see a dime from me.”
Garrett grabs Raegan and pulls her away before she can get involved. Her face is crimson, and she’s liable to blow. Raegan grabs hold of Hilary’s arm and drags her with them, which is probably the safest option right now. I know I need to walk away before something worse starts. I should have learned my lesson from the last time Travis popped up after a fight, but I’m a glutton for punishment.
“No one wants your fucking money, Travis. You shouldn’t have been fucking her if you didn’t want to think about having a baby. Maybe it’s time for you to start stepping up and taking responsibility for your actions. Be a fucking man. I’m stepping up and taking care of your child. That makes me a man, and you are nothing more than a big piece of shit.”
Before he can say another word, I leave him in the hallway. Part of me is waiting for him to come up behind me and start a fight, but he doesn’t. I walk outside and find Garrett, Raegan, and Hilary standing beside my truck.
“You didn’t get yourself in trouble, did you?” Raegan asks. “I was ready to beat his ass.”
“Easy, killer, everything is fine. No, I’m not in trouble. He’s not worth me losing everything.”
“Well, I’m getting my firecracker here off to bed. You two have a good night.” Garrett pulls Raegan’s hand into his. I wave goodbye to them, and turn to face Hilary.
“I’m so sorry he said those things to you in there,” I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.
“I didn’t mean to slip out about the baby.”
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re safe, and I’m here to take care of you and the baby. He doesn’t deserve to be a father. Not after what he said.”
“You’re too good to me. I don’t deserve you.”
“You’re wrong. You do deserve me, and you’ll see it one day. I never thought I could be the guy to make someone’s dreams come true, but with you, I want to give you everything I can. I don’t know too much about you, but I love you, Hilary.”
Silence fills the air around us. I can’t believe I just told her I love her. I bet even God is silent right now. I didn’t think there would ever be a day I’d tell a girl I love her.
“You love me?” she whispers.
“I do. Somehow you stole my heart, and it’s okay because I don’t want it back. I trust you with it.”
“I love you too, Lance.” She presses her lips against mine. I pick her up by the backs of her thighs, and hold her against me. I wish we were anywhere but in a parking lot right now.
“Spend the night with me?” I ask, breaking the kiss. My breathing is uneven, but I don’t care right now. I just need to hear her say yes.
Her eyes are filled with lust when she nods. I’m trying to keep her from noticing my hard-on, but the moan that escapes her throat tells me she is fully aware. It’s time for a change of scenery. We head for a hotel.
The old Lance would have taken her in the truck, and had his way with her, but the new Lance wants to treat her right. And that’s just what I’m going to do.
Hilary
Lance pulls up at the same hotel we stayed in the night I got away from Travis. Same hotel, different room.
Once he has the room key, he drives around to the back of the hotel. He parks and gets out, first opening the door to the room. Then he picks me up and carries me into the room, shutting the door behind us. The room is dark, but I can see him and that’s all I need. He places me on the bed and attacks my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. Our tongues tangle, dancing along to the rhythm of my heart.
Lance breaks the kiss to catch his breath. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I know I won’t want him to.
He fumbles with the hem of my shirt and raises it up. I sit up on my elbows and help him take the shirt off. My red lace bra moves up and down along with my chest as I breathe.
He cups my breast in his hand, squeezing gently. My nipple hardens against the fabric, and it’s a matter of seconds before he reaches behind me and unclasps the bra. He licks his lips as he tosses the bra carelessly to the floor. His mouth wraps around my breast and my back arches sharply. My insides tingle as he switches to my other breast. He continues to suck as I run my hand down his stomach to find the waistband of his shorts, and I lower my hand into them. I wrap my fingers around his cock, and my eyes widen. I’m not even at the base, I have to stretch a little farther to reach it. I gently begin stroking him. He moans, removing his mouth from my breast.
“Oh fuck, Hil, that feels so damn good.” He closes his eyes and I stroke him a little harder. I could almost orgasm just from touching him. I’ve never felt so alive.
He begins to slide down my body, kissing my stomach. I lose my hold on him and rest my hand on my belly. Lance unbuttons my jeans and gently slides them off to reveal my matching red lace thong. He cups his hand under my ass and groans. I take it he likes the thong. I wait for him to take it off, but instead he slides the fabric to the side and gently licks my clit. My hips buck at his touch, and a moan escapes my throat. He licks it again and again, then slides a finger inside me and begins a rhythm that almost sends me over the edge.
I want to experience this a little longer. I grab hold of his hair, and he sucks my clit hard. The impulse it sends through my body causes my toes to curl, and my hips buck again. He repeats licking, thrusting, and sucking and the sensation rocks my body. I come so hard I almost see stars, and he doesn’t stop until I’m done.
He hovers over me, and I reach up and pull his shirt off. His chest is impeccably flawless. There isn’t a bad thing about him at all. His abs are perfectly shaped and lead straight down to the one thing I’m wanting the most, which is standing at attention in those shorts that need to come off.
“You taste as sweet as I imagined you would,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” I admit while trying to catch my breath.
“Well, get ready, because I’m not through with you yet.”
“Wait, maybe I’m not through with
you
yet,” I tell him. “Roll over.”
He rolls over on his back, and I’m the one straddling him. I want to see more of his cock. I lick my lips and move down to his shorts. The elastic waistband makes it too easy to remove them, and his large rigid cock springs to life. I almost have to psych myself up for this even though I do want to do this for him. I know he isn’t expecting it like Travis used to, so that should make this easier, right?
I quickly shove
him
out of my mind, and focus solely on Lance. I wrap my mouth around his cock. He groans, reaching for my hair like I did his. My head bobs up and down as I take in as much as I can. He fills my mouth and there’s still more cock to go. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke him. He moans louder and I wonder if he’s getting close.
“Come here, Hil.” He groans.
I stop, and look up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” I hate sounding so timid but he hasn’t even come yet, so why would he be stopping me?
“No, never. I just need to be inside you. Your pretty mouth has me worked up and I need to feel you.”
“Oh.” I blush. I can’t believe I thought I’d done something wrong. Lance wouldn’t dare embarrass me like that.
He flips me onto my back. A giggle escapes, and his grin turns mischievous before he plants his lips on mine. He breaks the kiss and reaches down for his shorts. He pulls out a condom and puts it on. I close my eyes and mentally brace myself for him. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he tells me.
“I love you. I’m ready,” I assure him.
“I love you too.”
He gently presses against me and begins to slide in. Whimpers and moans escape my mouth as he fills me. He slides in and out, rocking my body to the core. He’s gentle, never once hurting me. My body convulses with each thrust. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. He grunts as he thrusts a little harder and my hips raise up to meet his. Our bodies melt together. As long as he doesn’t stop what he’s doing, I don’t care what happens.
“God, I’m trying not to come, but you are going to be the death of me.” He moans.
He thrusts are harder again, and my toes curl. Once again, my body rides out another wave of sensation. He moans loudly before collapsing against me. Our hearts seem to be beating together in perfect unison.
“I’ve been wondering what this would feel like,” I murmur.
“Did it live up to your expectations?” he asks, lifting his head.
“It exceeded it. That was amazing.”
“Get some rest then, because I don’t think I’m quite done with you yet.”
“Oh, really?”
“I promise. But first let’s clean up and order a pizza. You sure helped me work up an appetite.” He kisses my head and slowly pulls himself off of me. He reaches for my hand and helps me up, leading me into the shower where round two commences. I thought the man had moves in the bed, but this is even better in the shower.