Ice Cold (An MMA Stepbrother Romance) (4 page)

I let the zipper slide down slowly and bent over to continue the sway of my ass as I brought the skirt down to my knees. It slid the rest of the way to pool at my feet. Shayne moved forward so that he was on the edge of his seat. He was looking directly at the area between my legs. I stepped out of the skirt with one foot so that I could widen my stance. Then I slipped my thong down to join my skirt. I barely had time to grab the seat of the folding chair when Shayne grabbed my hips to yank them back, and his hot mouth was buried between my folds.

I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from my lips. My few encounters with having a guy go down on me had been less than stellar. It was as if they didn’t know what a clit was or what to do with it. Shayne didn’t have that same problem as he pushed my legs open even further, and his tongue danced up and down my sensitive ridge to flick my clit and then plunge into my wet channel.

Swiveling my hips in time with his tongue, I gripped the edge of the chair and pushed them back against his lips indicating that I wanted more.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said before giving me a firm smack on the ass. The movement startled me, but his fingers dug in and started to knead the spot taking the sting away almost immediately.

Then his fingertips ran up and down the backs of my legs, and I could feel the rush of desire building in my core. I remembered what he said about having my legs wrapped around his waist, and suddenly, I was more than ready to get to the main event.

“You have something?” I asked. Although I didn’t want to interrupt the action, it was a question that needed to be asked.

“Always prepared,” was his hoarsely whispered answer. He slapped my ass again, and this caused me to stand up and turn around. Shayne was already rolling a condom that seemed to appear out of nowhere on to his cock. “Come here, baby.” He opened his arms to me, and I slid down into them straddling his thighs between mine.

He held my hips just above his cock so that the tip teased my entrance even as his lips captured mine. I tasted myself on him, and that only heightened my excitement. I tried to push my hips down, but he held me in place with little effort.

“You ready for me?” He chuckled in a low, throaty growl.

“Yes,” I said, unwilling to beg for it, though.

Then he released me, and his cock slid into me filling me completely. We both groaned in unison. “That is a tight pussy,” he said gripping my ass. “Oh, fuck yes. Ride it. Take what you want, baby.”

I had never been with a man who liked to talk during sex, and I found Shayne’s running commentary incredibly sexy. I moved my hips like I was riding a horse, and he moaned. I did it again. “Just like that. Do it again.” I moved again, and let my hands fall on either side of his body against the back of the couch.

My breasts were in his face, and as he started lapping at my nipples, I sensed that he didn’t mind. I felt the slight buck of his hips against mine indicating what he wanted, and I started to move faster. The heat in my core was turning into a blazing fire.

Then Shayne gripped my ass and stood up. I squealed even as I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was instinct to wrap my legs around his hips, and in this position, I felt him even deeper inside of me. He moved forward, so I was trapped between him and the wall next to the couch, and he started to drive into me. I saw our image over his shoulder in the mirror. Shayne’s widened stance and his gorgeously defined ass. My cowboy boots, which I hadn’t gotten around to taking off, jostling against his lower back. He grabbed my hands and pushed them overhead holding me in place.

I felt his balls hit against my tender skin, and I knew that I was close. “You come for me,” he commanded. “Now!”

The world seemed to explode in that moment. I let out a low moan that turned into a loud yell that seemed to fill the room. Then I felt Shayne’s final hard thrust, and then he buried his face against my neck nipping and licking the skin at my collarbone.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Shayne gently lowered me to the floor, and I was glad that he kept hold of my hands as I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stand up without the help. He pressed his long length against me as he tickled my earlobe. “Now that’s how I like to end a fight night,” he said.

The words were like a cold dose of water. Of course, I was one of many that he had slept with in a neverending rotation of women. It shouldn’t bother me. I had just had a bodytingling orgasm, probably one of the best of my life. I had never come on demand before, so that was new. I’d never had sex outside of a bedroom before, so that was new too. Was I ready for this new side of me, though? I wasn’t as sure about that.

“You’re welcome?” I said quietly. “I should probably get out of here. I’m sure Stacey is wondering where I went.”

“Stacey knows exactly what you’re doing,” he deadpanned. He pressed himself against me again. “Wanna wait for a few minutes and go another round?”

The idea was tempting, but I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to look at myself in the morning the way it was. This had been a bad idea. I wasn’t this kind of girl. “I gotta go,” I said pushing against his chest. Damn if those pecs didn’t feel awesome beneath my fingertips. I needed to clear my head.

“Okay,” he said. He moved aside, and I quickly made my way to my pile of clothes. I didn’t look at him as I got dressed. He sat back down on the couch and pulled the towel up into his lap. As I peeked at him underneath my eyelashes, I thought that the man looked a bit too pleased with himself. “So how about you give you me your number? I gotta go on the road for a few weeks, but when I’m back, I’ll look you up.”

I laughed, but it held no humor. I was certain that by the end of the night, Shayne would have forgotten my name. I would blur into his endless line of women that were nothing more than notches on his bedpost. “I’m moving next week, so I won’t be here when you get back.”

As I pulled on my skirt, I looked around for my tank top. Finally, I spied it halfway across the room. I had forgotten that Shayne tossed it after he pulled it off. I put my arm around my breasts as I made my way across the room.

“Oh yeah? Where are you moving?”

What was this, twenty questions? I hadn’t expected Shayne to be so chatty. “Connecticut,” I said. I doubted he even knew where that was.

“What are you going to do in Connecticut?”

I let out a big sigh as I tried to maneuver myself back into my bra. Doing it one-handed as I held it up against myself was proving difficult.

“Hopefully, getting a job. Starting the rest of my life. All that stuff that comes along with being an adult,” I said. I jumped when I felt the touch on my bare shoulder.

“Here,” he said. He brushed my fingers away and redid the bra clasp for me. “That better?”

“Yes, thanks.” I couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. I spied my purse where I’d dropped it by the door. Picking it up, I looked at Shayne. He had a befuddled expression on his face.

“You sure you don’t want to grab a bite to eat or a drink?”

“No, thanks.” I forced a smile on my face. He wasn’t a terrible guy. It was nice of him to offer to make the evening seem like something more than it was. But I was sure that he couldn’t wait to be rid of me. “It was fun. Good luck with your next fight.” I gave him a small wave and ducked out of the door walking as fast as I dared. I needed to be some distance between me and my poor judgment for the evening.

I woke up the morning after the fight and stretched. When I got back from the arena, I’d fallen into bed exhausted. My sleep had been deep and dreamless, and I felt relaxed and in a good mood.

I whistled as I started making breakfast. I checked my phone and saw that I had several texts from Kyle. He’d wanted to go out after the fight to celebrate, but I’d done my celebrating in my own way. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I thought about the expression on Alexa’s face when she hit her climax. Damn, I’d never had a woman actually come on my command before. It was hot, and my dick hardened just thinking about it.

I made quick work of a small plate of eggs and some coffee. Usually, I’d have a large meal of everything I wasn’t supposed to be eating while training for a fight immediately afterward, but I didn’t even feel the craving for it today. That was odd.

Sending a text to Kyle that he could meet me at the gym, I got dressed and grabbed my gym bag. I had another fight in three weeks that I needed to get ready for. That guy was going to be a much tougher match than the newbie that I fought last night. I needed to start focusing on getting ready for it.

Checking my schedule, I saw I had another press interview later that morning. I sighed. Doing the press rounds wasn’t my favorite thing to do. I didn’t understand why people seemed so interested and intrigued with my personal life. It wasn’t much of one to begin with. I had inadvertently stumbled into something I was good at two years ago, and it had been my singular obsession ever since then.

I ate. I drank. I worked out. I fought. I screwed. Then I picked up and went to the next city and repeated the same cycle. I rarely had time for things like movies or books, but it was ironic to me that those were some of the most commonly asked questions outside of whether or not I had a girlfriend. I hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since my prep school girlfriend, Layla. After my mom had died, I had little interest in anything resembling an intimate relationship. It was just another thing to distract me from what I wanted to do.

Once I got to the gym, I started on my first series of reps at the weight machine. I preferred to do those first and hit my cardio afterwards when my heart rate was already up. My main coach, Maury, and my dietician and I had spent months talking about the most optimal routine to keep my body in peak form. I worked for hours a day to maintain it with three different coaches practicing each of the different fighting forms that I could use in the ring. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.

That’s normally what I thought about as I studied myself in the mirror making sure that I was using proper form during my lifting. But as each of the weights lifted during my set, I thought about the feel of having the weight of Alexa’s body in my arms. She had weighed next to nothing, and it had been incredibly sexy to be able to move and position her at will. When she sat down on my dick for the first time, I honestly thought I was going to implode right then.

I caught myself licking my lips, and I realized that I was thinking about the taste of her pussy. God, she had tasted sweet. When she shook her exposed channel at me like an experienced stripper, I had gone crazy. I started to think that I should request a stripper pole in all my locker rooms from now on.

Giving myself a mental shake, I tried to get her out of my head. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t banged a lifetime of girls in the last two years. But there had been something about Alexa that had gotten my attention. She ran hot and cold, and I couldn’t figure her out. At the bar, she had been aloof and distant, almost as if she considered me beneath her. Then she came into my locker room and turned into a sultry vixen. She had some skills that took my breath away, and I was just sorry that I hadn’t had her suck my cock. Regardless, I had some fantastic memories to jerk off to for the near future. Her departure had been a bit abrupt, but then I realized she was doing me a favor. She didn’t try to cling or act like it was anything more than what it was. I could appreciate that.

Kyle finally showed up just as I moved into my cardio. I decided to bang around the bag for a bit hoping that I’d finally be able to shove every distracting thought of the lovely Alexa out of my brain. She hadn’t wanted to give me her number, and I had no way to get in touch with her again. That thought soured my attitude considerably as the afternoon went on. He held the bag as I started to pummel it.

“You are in a mood,” he remarked when I was about halfway through my time. “I heard from Marcus that you got laid after the fight. That blonde from the bar? Nice.”

It bothered me that anyone was talking about my romantic encounters at all. “Don’t you little hens have something better to gossip about than who I’m banging?”

“Nah,” he smirked. “I mean, we had a bet going on whether you’d be able to hit that or not because of the cold shoulder she gave you the night before.”

I rolled my eyes. I swear that the guys on my road crew couldn’t be more immature sometimes. “I blew off a little steam, just like I always do. It’s not a big deal.”

“So why are you so agitated?”

“I had a voicemail from my dad,” I lied. I had gotten the voicemail earlier in the week. He wanted me to call him back, and I had been avoiding him. I didn’t want Kyle to know that my mood was because one of my random hook-ups was still in my head. I was a one-night stand kind of guy. That was the only kind of relationship that worked in my profession anyways. I had heard the horror stories about girlfriends and wives who couldn’t handle their men being out on the road all the time, especially with the abundance of pussy thrown your way on a regular basis. MMA fighting didn’t exactly encourage fidelity.

“What did the old man want?” Kyle asked. He tapped the bag, and we switched so that I held the bag for him. I was starting to sweat. That was good. My mind always cleared when I got in the zone physically.

“Usual,” I scoffed. “You’d think that having an entertainment lawyer in my family would be a good thing for me. He’s been riding my ass ever since I started hitting the big time to be smarter about my money. He wants me to invest it in the stock market and shit. I don’t have time for that.”

“You can’t take it with you, man,” Kyle agreed. “You gotta live while you’re young otherwise you’ll regret it.”

“I don’t need anyone babysitting my money either,” I said. “He wants me to get a bookkeeper.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s just what I need. Some old smelly dude following me all over the country telling me how I can and can’t spend my money.”

“Lame,” Kyle agreed. “Next time you have a fight, though, I get the VIP tickets. No more hoes getting priority,” Kyle joked.

We switched again and as I moved back into position, Alexa’s facial expression as she rode her orgasm sprung up in my mind again. I started to beat the bag hard. It was a one-night stand in a string of one-night stands that would continue for the foreseeable future. There wasn’t anything special about her. She was just another piece of ass.

I repeated the words to myself just like I repeated similar sentiments that I used for my training. It was the way I dealt with stuff, and eventually, it would become the truth. Emptying my mind of everything except my swing and my form, I forced myself to forget about her. It was better that way anyway.