How to Fall in Love (12 page)

Her eyes twinkle. “It’s a nice way of saying it.”

I snort.

“So you’re going to have to take care of your problem in the shower.”

I blink at her, and she bursts out laughing, wrapping her arms around my neck and standing us both up by pushing me back. “I’m kidding. Oh my God, the look on your face.”

“I’d rather go without than use my hand,” I mutter.

“I like it when you use your hand,” she says, kissing my neck.

“That so?”

“Mmmm.”

“If I use my hand, will you use your mouth?”

She steps back and taps her bottom lip with her finger, acting as if she’s thinking about it. “I suppose that’s a good compromise. Better make it worth my while, handsome.”

I grin and back up until I hit the couch. I reach for my pants and waste no time tugging them down. When my cock springs free, Belle licks her lips. Her eyes move down and I grow harder under her gaze. She loves when I touch myself, more than anything. I pull my dick free and curl my fingers around it. Slowly, I start stroking.

“Do it slow, Max,” she groans, sliding onto the table and sitting, watching me.

“Only so slow I can go, baby,” I growl, using my thumb to slide back and forth over the mushroom-shaped head.

“How does it feel?” she asks in a thick voice.

“Not as good as you, Blue Belle, but it’s fuckin’ sweet.”

She makes a happy sound in her throat and her eyes don’t move off my hand stroking over my dick. Fuck, I feel my balls crawling up farther and farther as I near closer to the edge. I clench my jaw and try to hold it back, fighting the pleasure riding higher.

“You better get over here and put your lips on me, baby, or I’m goin’ to mess your sofa.”

She scurries off the table, dropping to her knees before she even makes it to me. She moves across the floor in that position and the moment she reaches me, she covers my hand with hers and starts the same rhythm. I slip my hand out quickly and lean back, tangling my hand into her hair, pulling softly. She moves her hand down and then lowers her mouth, closing it over my head. I groan and let my head fall back.

She loves having her mouth over my cock.

And fuck if it isn’t one of my favorite things in the world.

~*~*~*~

“Y
ou treating my daughter well, son?”

I am flipping burgers with Belle’s dad, spending some time with them before the summer ends and I take over the club my father has been running since I was a kid. He passed four months ago, and now it’s my turn to step up. I always thought football would be my life, but after I met Belle, things just changed. I don’t regret not going down that path, but I never saw myself working a club, either.

“Always, sir.” I grin, staring over at Belle who is laughing with her mother, head tipped back, looking so fucking radiant.

“How’s work going?”

“I’m taking over the club after the summer ends. At the moment, I’m using the money my dad left to get it renovated, trying to give it a newer look, make it my own, you know?”

“You don’t sound too happy about that.”

I turn to him so my back is to the women. “It’s not really the path I thought I’d be going down, but it’s been in my family for a few generations. I don’t think I’ve got what it takes to part with it.”

“You always wanted to be a football star. Why did you decide against that? You always knew the business was the family, but you still chose that path.”

I shrug, sipping my beer. “I met Belle, and suddenly that life just wasn’t what I wanted.”

“You had talent, son. It mustn’t have been easy to give that up.”

“No, but she’s worth so much more.”

“Do you think you’ll ever regret that?” he asks seriously.

“Regret giving up something to gain something better? Fucking never.”

He smiles, one that reaches his eyes. “Tell me about your plans for the club.”

I spend the next hour telling him what I plan on doing with the
House Of Obsidian
.

What I don’t tell him is that the plans I have for his daughter are so much bigger.

There’s only one life I want with her, and that’s a fucking beautiful one.

CHAPTER TWELVE

NOW

ANABELLE

My heart races as I enter the underground area of the
House Of Obsidian
. People are roaring, feet are stamping, and money is being waved around. I don’t really like being down here, but I need to see him. The girl at the bar said he was fighting tonight. I know Max fights, but I’ve not seen it, and the very idea terrifies me. I don’t know how I’ll handle seeing that side of him, but I’m not backing down now.

I push through the crowd until I reach the fighting ring. I can’t see anyone there, so I look left and right, adjusting my short black dress as I scan the crowd. I notice Max near a back door, talking with two men. They all open it and step in, and I know this is my only chance. I shove past drunken, raving people until I reach the door. I test the handle and it’s open, so I push it open and step inside.

I enter a locker style room, where the three men are all talking amongst themselves. When they hear the sounds of the club flow in, they all turn and look in my direction. Max’s eyes find me first and I give a weak, pathetic smile. His eyes flash with anger and he orders the men out with a grunted command. When they’re gone, he immediately spits angry words at me. “What the fuck are you doing here, Anabelle?”

Ouch.

His use of my full name hurts, because it’s something he’s never called me. It’s always Ana, or Belle, or Blue Belle. Never Anabelle. I cross my arms and look at my feet, not sure how to answer without making things worse. I have so much I want to express to him, but I don’t know how to form the words.

“I wanted to talk to you after the other night,” I say.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

I take a deep breath to cam myself. “We have a daughter, Max, and for her sake we need to do this, don’t you think?”

He crosses his big arms. “Oh, you think it’s acceptable now? You think you can just barge in and demand that I work this out for the sake of her, when you’ve never even fucking told me about her?”

“And I made a mistake.” I try so hard to keep my calm. “I’m not saying I didn’t, but we can’t keep . . .”

“Keep what? Dancing around the truth? You haven’t wanted to fucking speak to me, but now you expect me to just drop it all and listen to you? It doesn’t work like that. I’m not giving you a fucking thing until I’m ready to give it.”

“Jesus, Max,” I cry. “I said I was wrong, I can admit that, but this fucking game is just child’s play. I thought you were better than that.”

He stalks towards me, getting in my face. “You wouldn’t know me, Anabelle, because you haven’t been in my life for five years. Now get out of here, or I’ll have you thrown out.”

“No,” I say, crossing my arms. “Not until you listen to me.”

“If that’s the way you want it.”

He reaches into his pants to pull out his phone. I take a step towards him in protest, but the door swings open and I’m stopped in my tracks. My eyes flick towards the gorgeous, busty blonde that comes in. She doesn’t seem at all fazed that I’m standing in front of Max. No, she just sidles right over and cries out, “There you are, baby. I’ve been calling you.”

I flinch.

That burns.

God, it hurts more than I could have ever imagined.

“I’m busy,” he spits at her, his eyes still holding mine.

I turn away. I can’t stand in here and listen to this woman treat Max as if he’s part of her life. I can’t because I don’t want to even think about the fact that she’s been in his bed. Pain grips my chest as I rush towards the door, and the worst thing about it, the thing that hurts the most . . .

Max doesn’t stop me.

~*~*~*~

I
find myself leaning against the wall, staring at the fighting ring. I want to go, I want to just turn around and leave, but I can’t move my eyes from the ring where they’ve just called Max’s name.
He’s going to fight
. I don’t want to see that, but I can’t make myself look away. My eyes are glued to the space where he’s going to be fighting in a matter of minutes.

The crowd starts getting wilder as the door opens and Max comes out. He’s wearing only a pair of light exercise shorts and nothing else. His fists are bound and he looks like a wild animal, baring his teeth, panting with rage. It’s as if he wound himself up before he came in here. Maybe I wound him up before he came in here, and right now he’s acting out of pure rage.

I clasp my hands together and lean forward as the opponent is called to the stage. It’s a man named Raide. I watch in horror and fascination as he walks out. Holy shit. He’s bigger than Max, and that’s saying something, because Max is a big man. This man, he’s like a real life Hercules. He’s tall, muscled as all hell, and has a similar shade of dark hair that goes down and curls up just near his neck.

Fear bubbles in my chest as the two of them circle each other, both looking deadly and terrifying. When the whistle blows, both men continue circling each other—neither one of them diving for the other. They’re both cunning, and smart, and waiting for the precise moment to launch at the other person.

It’s Max that takes the first swing, effectively hitting Raide right between the eyes. It takes Raide a moment to gather himself, and he looks dazed for a split second. That’s all Max needs; he drives a fist into Raide’s stomach, sending him stumbling backwards. The crowd goes wild, roaring and stomping their feet. I shift farther to the left, where a little hall is positioned and is filled with women watching the fight. I find a spot and keep my eye on Max, grateful for a little more quiet.

I made the assumption that Raide wasn’t an exceptional fighter, because he seemed to be taking quite the beating from Max, but I would be wrong. Raide manages to gather himself and drives a fist up into Max’s ribs as he straightens from his doubled over position. Max takes a wobbly step backwards but manages to stop himself from going over. Raide takes the chance and slams his elbow into Max’s nose. A horrifying split echoes through the room and blood pours from the open wound.

My stomach turns.

Tears burn under my eyelids, and I want to vomit.

It doesn’t stop Max. He continues throwing punches and hitting Raide with a force that’s so full of rage it’s hard to turn your eyes away. The problem is Raide gives it back, equally as hard and deadly. The two are a never-ending pit, both as strong and determined as the other. I look down at my shaking hands and try to control my breathing, but it’s ragged.

“How hot is Max?” the girl beside me says to her friend.

“Oh my God, I know. I love watching him fight, but more, I love watching him fuck after a fight. He’s an animal.”

My tears flow harder and it hurts, God dammit, it hurts.

“That guy with him is smoking, too. But no one beats Max.”

“You’re right. Max is a legend, but it’s only because he fights out of broken emotion and not just rage.”

What the fuck is she talking about? I turn and give her a quick glance. She’s a tall, gorgeous brunette. She’s Max’s type, through and through. If he wasn’t with me, I always picked him with a woman who looks like her.

“Oh, because you know, Tam,” her friends scoffs.

“I do know. I was here the night he had that massive breakdown.”

Breakdown? I shuffle closer, still keeping my eyes on the ring where Max and Raide are fighting and blood is pouring, and around it the crowd is going wild.

“I know Max,” the girl says. “I’ve seen him at his worst.”

“I heard about the breakdown,” her friend says. “But I didn’t see it. What happened?”

“It was like five years ago, just after he started managing the club. He was married then, remember?”

“Oh yeah, to that uppity bitch. I can’t even remember her name. She never came here.”

My heart pinches, because they’re right—I never came here. When Max took over the club, I chose to stay away. It’s why I didn’t even know he was creating a fighting ring. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me, but I assume it was because I was happy not knowing. It wasn’t long after that that he changed. Does this girl know why?

“I was here the night he came in and beat that man nearly to death,” the girl says to her friend. “He had lost his mind, I swear. He was drunk and God knows what else. One of his security team had the crowd cleared out, but I was in his locker room, waiting for him to finish the fight. I wanted him so badly and had been trying for a while, but he wouldn’t have it. Anyway, you know me, I’m not a quitter.”

“Slut.” Her friend giggles. “But seriously, what happened after that?”

“Well, they came in and Max was freaking me the hell out, so I hid. He was smashing things and finally he started telling the security guard what happened to him. He was saying things about a car accident he saw one night when he was driving home from work. He said there was a kid that was thrown from the car and that kid like, died in his arms or something.”

It feels as if someone has punched me right in the heart. It twists in pure agony. I know there was an accident, Max had told me that he’d witnessed one and had to give a statement to the police, but he never, ever told me he had seen something like that, or lived through it. He said it wasn’t bad. He hid that from me. I didn’t piece it together, because the accident was at least a month before he started running off the rails. He went out one night around a month after, and I swear he came home different.

Was that night the night this girl is talking about? Did he lose it? Was he suffering before I thought it began? He was working so much after the accident, he seemed normal . . . but then . . . he was so busy, and I didn’t think anything was wrong, so I didn’t pay closer attention. I lived for a month in the same house as my husband, and all the while he was breaking and I didn’t know. If I had known, maybe he would have never gotten worse. Maybe he wouldn’t have had the breakdown that sent him down a spiral of darkness.

Max.

Oh God.

Tears are running down my face right now and I step forward, pushing through the crowd, needing to get out. I need air, God, I feel like I can’t breathe. The world starts spinning around me and my trembling hands shove at people as I try to get past the endless streams of them. It seems as if they just don’t end. I don’t know where I’m going. My vision blurs and I start panting, hands shoving, my body being pushed around.