IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance (7 page)

It could get vicious, two men attacking each other with the intent to fucking destroy the other. But it was a sport well suited to my nature, I’d always been a scrappy little prick with a big mouth, but now I got paid to do what came natural to me.

I heard the door buzz at five minutes past ten. I would have to chastise the driver for being late; I hoped Lennon hadn’t waited for too long.

“Hi,” she said bashfully, looking utterly fucking sexy in her tight fitting yoga pants and loose grey hoodie. Her hair was swept back into a loose braid, she barely had any make up on, and she was wearing bright pink Converse running shoes.

My cock leapt at the sight of her, my training shorts felt uncomfortably tight but I focused on treating her like a lady and not acting on my primal urges.

“Hey beautiful,” I said, unable to contain my grin. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. She looked up at me as my mouth crushed against hers. She closed her eyes at the last minute and all the bashfulness and tension drained from her body the moment my arms were around her.

“Oh hi!” Jake said, interrupting our little lip locking session. We broke apart and Lennon flamed bright red at the intrusion.

“Jake, what great timing,” I said, shooting him a dark look that he seemed completely oblivious to. “This is Lennon, the girl I was telling you about. Lennon, this is Jake, my trainer and manager and best friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lennon said and gave him a dazzling smile that lit up her entire face.

He was as smitten as I was, and if he wasn’t a happily married man with a baby on the way I might have serious trouble.

But how could anybody be around Lennon and not feel that way? She was absolute perfection all wrapped up in a tight and curvy body with black tumbling hair and intense green eyes.

“Welcome to
chez O’Connor
, his private gym. Would you like me to take you around and show you some of the training stations?” Jake asked her.

She nodded and glanced back at me as they walked away. I followed behind, taking the chance to get a good look at her shapely ass in her clinging pants. Joe had left earlier to head to his part time job, so it was just the three of us left.

Jake was patient and kind and funny, he kept her on her toes and pushed limits just a little bit. I was pleased to note that she was in good shape, even though she didn’t know what the hell any of the equipment was for.

Jake had to take off a little before noon for an ultrasound appointment and I noticed how Lennon’s face grew pinched when he started talking about the baby.

She’d loosen up once I got her pregnant though, once she felt our love and lust coursing through her growing our child, she’d warm up to the idea.

The moment Jake left the gym I pounced on her. I was aching to have her, to bury myself in her, to taste her again.

“I have to admit, you’re pretty hot when you’re half dressed,” she laughed as I took her in my arms.

“How about completely undressed?” I asked and nuzzled her neck, biting and nipping her skin.

“Probably,” she said and wiggled around in my arms as I hit her ticklish spots. “In fact, definitely.”

I picked her up, her legs wrapped around me and her arms clung to my neck, and I kissed her.

I walked her backwards towards the ring, set her up on it and pushed her knees apart.

“I need this first, kitten,” I said with a blazing desire making my voice thick and demanding. “Spread your cunt for me, let me drink.”

Her cheeks flushed pink but not with shame this time, with desire and certainty. She nodded and pulled her knees wider, and kicked her shoes off. She ducked under the lowest rope and laid on her back as I dragged her pants off her.

Her panties were no more than a strip of black silk and I tore them from her again, inhaling her scent on the fabric.

I hooked my hands under her knees and tugged her ass to the edge, shoved her legs open wider, and dove in for a feast.

Chapter Fifteen

Lennon

First the storeroom and now the gym, what the hell had come over me lately?

I felt like I had a fever, I was so consumed with need for Knox that I didn’t care where he has his way with me. I would do anything to get him to touch me like that again.

I moaned and ran my hands through his thick hair as he began to mouth my pussy with eager abandon. His tongue was thick and strong; it stabbed at my sensitive clit and drew me out of my normally self-conscious logical brain.

He forced me to let go, and that alone was worth all the money in the world…but not only did he do that, he tongue fucked me so long and hard that I couldn’t escape the orgasm that rocked my body.

This time the pleasure threatened to consume me, and I didn’t fucking care.

I reached up and grabbed the stretchy rope of the ring and pulled myself up so I could watch Knox devour me. It was so sexy watching him suck my pussy with so much focus and vigor. His tongue was on rapid fire, his huge hands were placed on my upper thighs, holding me down and pinning me to the spot.

Not that I would have wanted to wiggle away from him. If anything, almost against my will, my body arched towards him and I found myself grinding my pussy against his hungry, sucking mouth.

“Oh god, Knox,” I cried and clung to the ropes, watching his eyes staring up at me, shining and burning with sensual passion.

I’d never had anyone work my pussy like this before. I was no virgin, but I’d never been brought to pleasure like Knox brought me there. I’d never been attacked and consumed; I’d never been thoroughly
enjoyed
like this.

“Knox,” was all I could cry out. My voice sounded harsh, like somebody else’s, like from a great distance. It echoed in the empty gym and I could hear the hot, wet smacking sounds of him licking me faster and harder.

I screamed his name one last time, bucked my hips up to receive him, and came so hard I had to close my eyes.

I saw sparks, fireworks, and lightning strikes on the backs of my lids and I felt hot tears leaking out.

Tears of joy. Absolute and utter joy.

“Knox,” I whispered and he let up as I slowed down. The shudders slowly eased out of my body and he finally licked a trail along the smooth expanse where my thigh joined my body, up my quivering stomach and directly to my mouth.

He stood and cupped my face in his hands; I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled myself up to meet him.

I could taste myself on him, tangy and sweet, and it turned me on even more. That I had marked him with my scent, my juices, to know that he hadn’t given up a single drop of me made it all the more sexy to be with him.

After he claimed my mouth again, wrapped his hand around my loose braid, and kissed me deeply and passionately, he pulled back.

His eyes were full of lust, but also something else. Admiration, mirth, and something deeper.

Love.

I hesitated to guess that was the emotion I was seeing naked on his face, but it felt right in my gut. We were falling in love.

“Yer so fekking delicious, kitten,” he said with a grin and licked his lips.

“You’re so fucking amazing with that dirty mouth of yours,” I laughed and kissed his cheek. The stubble grazed my lips and I shivered at the sensation.

“So what do you say now?” he asked, his eyes full of smug pride at my absolute subjugation through orgasm.

“About what?” I asked, kissing his other cheek and putting my face against his naked chest.

I eyeballed his tattoos and promised myself I’d ask about each and every one of them at some point soon.

“Will ye marry me?” he asked in a low, serious tone.

I pulled back, my arms still around his neck and I looked at him as if searching for some sign of a joke.

He was deadly serious, he meant it and I knew he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

But he was a playboy, all the long lines of women he’d paraded in the past few years marched through my head, the gossip sites speaking of hearts broken and promises never kept. They all rose to the forefront of my brain and my logical self began to take over again.

But he cupped my face and kissed me, deeply, sensuously and with purpose. It was as if all our growing, budding love was transferred between the two of us and it was nourished by our kiss. It grew, reaching towards each other like a flower reaching towards the sun.

He ended the kiss, held my face in his hands and raised his brows wanting an answer.

“Well?”

I took a deep breath, rolled my possible answers around in my head until the only one the seemed right came into the light.

“Yes,” I said with a slow smile. “I will marry you, as fucking crazy as it sounds, I will.”

No other answer could come to my lips, for this was the only way my life seemed destined to go.

And I would go happily.

Chapter Sixteen

Lennon

I couldn’t believe I’d said yes, it felt insane but at the same time completely right. Like it was the only choice I had.

How could I deny the feelings that were growing between Knox and I? How could I say no to the man who was starting to feel like my entire world?

“Fekking hell, kitten, ye just made me the proudest man on the planet,” he said and kissed me again. I felt a jangle of nerves explode in the back of my head and my insecurity took over a little.

What if he still meant this as a simple business arrangement? What if he couldn’t be faithful to me?

Was it worth it to risk my heart like this? I couldn’t deny the feelings I thought were growing between us, but what if they were one sided?

He hadn’t gotten this far in the world by being a softhearted man, after all.

His kiss was sincere; I believed it was. I needed to drive the fear out of my head and focus on the feelings blooming in my heart.

The love that was growing there would be big enough for the two of us.

It just had to be or we wouldn’t survive.

He drew back, looked at me with a crooked grin and said, “I had planned on taking you ring shopping, but I’ve got to have ye right now…me bride.”

I blushed a furious, deep hot red and he swept me up into his huge, muscled arms, eliciting a breathless giggle from me.

“Right here?” I gasped, laughing, “What if somebody comes in?”

“Ye didn’t seem to mind when I had me head buried between yer thighs, why get bashful now?”

He had a point.

He kissed me as he climbed the stairs to the boxing ring. I clung to him and muffled my protests against his lips, unable to come up with any clear reason we shouldn’t consummate our brand new union other than my own fear.

I wanted to beg him to not hurt me, not break my heart, but I felt too weak for feeling that way. Instead I let him squeeze through the ropes and carry me to the center of the ring.

“I’ve never had a woman here,” he said, laying me down and hovering over top of me. “I’ve always thought of it as a special place, like a temple to my sport. But yer part of it all, kitten. I want our first time to be here, to be special.”

“You’ve been with so many women though,” I said with mistrust creeping into my voice.

“Nobody like you,” he replied and began to work my clothing off, slowly sliding items over my limbs and head until I was completely naked beneath him. “Not a single one of them was like you, kitten. Every one of them is a ghost in my head now, you are the only one that matters.”

My breath caught in my throat as he quickly got to his feet and peeled his training shorts off his body. I gasped as his huge cock sprung free of the confining clothing, seeming even bigger than I had imagined it.

“I don’t know,” I said, starting to tremble with emotion and uncertainty.

He dropped down beside me on the floor of the fighting ring and said, “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck ye, right here and right now. Tell me you don’t want me to slide inside of your sweet, hot cunt and fill you with my seed. Tell me you aren’t dying to have me cock inside ye, hammering at ye until ye can’t fucking breathe and the only name in your head is mine. Tell me no, kitten, or I’m taking ye right here and now.”

I drew in a long breath that quivered with excitement and fear, but I couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop.

“Knox,” I exhaled with a long breath. “I can’t…I don’t…oh god, just fuck me, Knox. I need you.”

“I know ye do,” he said with a smug smirk. “After this you’ll never be able to get enough.”

I closed my eyes and he cupped my face in his hands and said, “Keep yer eyes open, kitten. I want to see the look in them when I stretch ye wide and fuck ye deep.”

He covered me then and kissed me again, harder than before. His mouth crushed mine and his kiss was hungry and demanding. His need was apparent and I couldn’t possibly turn him away. How could I ever turn down a force of nature like Knox O’Connor?

When he saw what he wanted, he took it. And it just so happened that I wanted to give it to him.

His hand moved down and he palmed my breast while holding himself up with the other. His hand was huge and rough, it was like liquid heat that sent strange thrilling sensations through my body as he worked my flesh.

He pinched my rock hard pebbled nipple between his fingers, rolled it and squeezed it until pain and pleasure merged and I moaned.

He dropped to his elbow and pushed his knee between mine, shoving them apart. “Yer so, so fekking beautiful,” he said in a thick, harsh tone. It sounded like he was barely containing himself, barely keeping it together.

That alone was the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced. That a man as brutal and savage as Knox wanting me so badly that he almost lost control was insanely hot.

“Fuck me, please,” I gasped and his hand slid down my body, grasped his huge cock and rubbed the head up and down my sopping wet cleft.

He paused, I held my breath and waited, and he finally pushed against my entrance and was inside.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.