Priest (A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Love Story) (79 page)

He pulled it all off of me in one swoop
and then pulled me back up against him. I shuddered when I felt my hard nipples
against his hot skin. He brought his hands up and cupped my breasts while he
slid his tongue back into my mouth. He began kneading them and rolling and
pinching my nipples. I moaned into him and while he pinched and pulled on my
nipples I moved my hands down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I broke
our kiss and pushed them down, taking his boxers with them. He slid a condom
out of his pocket before I had them out of his reach. When I got them down as
far as his lower calves he slipped out of his shoes and stepped out of them.
The entire time, he had my breasts still held firmly in his hands.

I stood back up and took his hard cock in
my hand. As I stroked it gently he leaned down and put his mouth back against
my ear and said, “Having sex with a smokin’ hot babe in the octagon has always
been a fantasy of mine.”

“Hmm, well then by all means, let’s take
care of that fantasy right now.” I let my hand run down his shaft and between
his legs, squeezing his balls gently. Then remembering his ribs I slid my hand
gently up his side and said, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

 
“Oh
baby, I’ve never been more ready.” His voice was deep and husky and his cock
was jerking against me. I wasn’t going to argue with any of that. I slid down
to my knees on the mat underneath us and looking up into his eyes I caught the
head of his cock between my lips and I heard him take in a sharp breath as I
began to suck on it gently. I let him slide in a little deeper each time before
letting it slide back out and starting over. I had my hand wrapped around the
base of it and I continued to squeeze and stroke and massage his balls as I
sucked, eventually taking it all it until the head of his engorged cock was
throbbing in the back of my throat. He moaned loudly and wrapped his hands up
in my hair. He started moving his hips more urgently, guiding my mouth with his
hands in my hair as he did. I licked and sucked as he pumped his hips until he
let out one last loud groan and in one swift motion he pulled me back up to my
feet. He kissed me again and then taking my hand, he led me over to the corner
of the cage. He kissed me again as he unbuttoned my jeans and then he slid his
lips down and let them find one of my swollen nipples as he pushed them and my
panties down. When he got them down as far as he could reach, I wiggled out of
them so that he didn’t have to stop what he was doing. After I stepped out of
them he moved his mouth over to the other one and used his tongue to lick and
rub and press against it. I felt the wetness begin to ooze slowly down between
my thighs. I suddenly felt his fingers stroking the tops of my thighs, playing
softly in the silky wetness there. He brushed his hand softly against my pussy
as he did, causing me to bite down on my own lip to keep from crying out.

He
pressed me up against the cold metal support beam and I did let out a little
cry of surprise. “Sorry,” he said with another sexy grin.

“Don’t
be,” I told him. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

I felt him still smiling as he covered my
mouth with his and let his fingers move up from my thighs and stroke the outer
lips of my pussy. “Mmm! You’re so wet, baby.”

“You do that to me,” I told him in a
breathless voice. I felt him shift his body and he kissed me hard and
passionately as his fingers magically rolled the condom over his sweet cock.
Then suddenly his wet fingers were back on one of my breasts and the head of
his cock was pressing against my wet opening.
 
He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and pulled his head
back so he could look into my eyes as he thrust himself all the way inside of
me. I cried out again, this time in pleasure and not surprise. I clung tightly
to his shoulders and arched my back as he pumped in and out of me. He was still
twisting and pulling on my nipples and it all felt so good that I actually
began to feel dizzy. My fingernails were digging into his broad shoulders and
my lips found his neck and sucked the supple flesh there in between my teeth.

“Oh fuck baby! You feel so good,” he
growled. He was moving fast, thrusting hard, and slamming his body into mine. I
wondered about the pain but I was so consumed with pleasure and he seemed to be
in the same place that I was, that I assumed the adrenaline and endorphins were
taking care of it for him. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming out with
pleasure each time his hips slammed into mine, pressing me up against the
corner of the cage as he drove into me and we both took what we needed from
each other.
 

I could feel myself nearing the edge. I
clutched him tighter and moved my own hips faster as I told him, “Oh god, Paul.
I’m coming baby! Oh fuck!” I groaned out loudly as my pussy muscles clenched
down on his hard cock and the orgasm claimed me.
 
I shook against him, clenching and
unclenching and feeling my juice spill out over him. His cock became more
slippery with each thrust until at last I felt him beginning to grow and swell
and he began to plunge in even harder and deeper until he let out one long
growl that sounded like it came from some kind of primal center deep inside of
him.

I was still coming in aftershocks and he
kept moving, as his cock emptied out, twisting and pulsating inside of me
sending live shocks of electricity shooting through my veins.

”Fuck, Jessie!” He leaned his body into
mine, pressing me further against the cage. He was still slowly moving his
hips, gently moving his cock in and out of me as we both took our time coming
down from our high.
 
“You’re amazing.” he
breathed out just before his cock slipped out of me.

“Mmm, you are,” I said. I giggled then.

“What’s so funny?” he asked. He had his
forehead pressed to mine and I could feel the warmth of his breath. I loved it.

“I was just thinking, “I fucked a champion.”

He laughed, “You fucked him good too baby.
Mmm! So good.” He slid his tongue out and ran it across my lips and said,
“Guess what?”

“What?” I asked, finally feeling like my
breath was finally under control.

“I found the cure for my pain…sex with
you…the cure-all.”

“I’m so glad I could help,” I said.

He pulled his head back and looked at me
seriously then as he said, “You know I won a lot of money the other night?”

“Yeah,” I said. I knew a lot of money was
involved, but I had no idea how much “a lot” was in this case.

“I want to take you somewhere. I want us
to go on a vacation together. You get to pick where…anywhere you want to go.”

“Well, not anywhere…”

He cupped my chin in his hand and tilted
my face up towards his as he said, “Yes baby, anywhere. I brought so much drama
into your life and instead of running the other way you faced it like a champ
and helped me through it. I want to pay you back for all of that…so anywhere
baby.”

Still joking…kind of, I said, “I have
always wanted to go to Barcelona.”

“Then Barcelona it is,” he said. He kissed
me again and the truth of the matter is I didn’t care if we ever went any
further than right where we were at.

CHAPTER
SIX

SIX
WEEKS LATER

I stood looking out across the lively city
of Barcelona. Even after the sun went down, there was still plenty for people
to do. The weather was gorgeous and the atmosphere romantic and couples
strolled hand and hand along the sidewalks that wound between the beautifully
designed and built ancient buildings. I couldn’t remember ever being so content
with my life and so at peace in my heart. I leaned against the wrought iron
barrier at the top of the beautiful city and let my mind wander back to how I
ended up here.

For several weeks after Paul won his title
he was a really busy man. He was invited to do interviews and photo shoots and
endorsements for pro sports shops and brand name boxing and cage-fighting
equipment. I stayed busy too, I was getting more and more clients of my own at
the gym and I also picked my mother up from the rehab and helped her get set up
in her new apartment. She was doing so well and I was so proud of her. She
thanked me profusely for helping her out and promised me she was going to pay
me back for everything and for the first time in my life, I believed that she
really meant it. I got her a little place about a block from my own apartment.
It was in a good neighborhood and there was a park nearby where she could take
a walk every day and feed the ducks if she wanted to. She had already begun
applying for jobs with the help of the staff at the rehab and she had a few
interviews set up.

Marie and I had gotten close and we tried
to get together for lunch a couple of times a week. She and Justin were getting
pretty hot and heavy and Paul was doing okay with it. Maybe it was because he’d
been too busy to worry, but I think he was really starting to like Justin. I
was convinced that Marie had finally found a man who would treat her and her
son the way they deserved to be treated. Marie found a job in a lawyer’s
office, working as a receptionist and Victor was enrolled in a new school and
making new friends. He was adjusting to his mom having a boyfriend and he
seemed to really like Justin.

I came home from work one day in early
September and found a huge bouquet of red and pink roses on the doorstep. The
card attached to them said, “Para mi corazón,” I wasn’t fluent in Spanish, but
I knew enough to know that meant “For my Heart.” I let myself into the
apartment with a smile on my face. Once I closed the door behind me I went to
sit the vase of beautiful roses on the table in the foyer. I found an envelope
lying there with my name on it and something else written in Spanish. It said,
“Puesta de sol en Barcelona?” That one I had to look up. It meant “Sunset in
Barcelona?” I suddenly couldn’t stop smiling. I slid open the envelope and
inside were two airline tickets and boarding passes for a flight to Barcelona
leaving the following week. There was another note inside. This one was in
English and it said, “You better get your passport in order.” When Paul got
home that day he got very lucky. Then that night, he got lucky again and in the
morning luckier still.

So now I’m sitting here on the balcony of
the five star Hotel Claris in downtown Barcelona and I’m pinching myself to
make sure it’s all real.

“What are you doing?” I looked up to see
Paul standing in between the French doors of our suite and the balcony that
attached to it. He was wearing one of the fluffy, white robes they left for the
guests and I was wearing the other. We’d made it in time to watch the Sunset.
After watching it we were both feeling so romantic that we had to try out the
giant, fluffy bed. Paul took his shower first afterwards while I sat out on the
balcony and had a glass of wine.

“I was pinching myself,” I told him.

He laughed and came over and put his
strong hands on my shoulders. “Are you making sure you’re awake and not
dreaming?”

“Exactly,” I told him. “Sometimes it’s all
so surreal.”

He leaned down and kissed the side of my
face. “I can understand that. But this is real. Get used to it. One of my goals
is to make sure you have to pinch yourself on a daily basis to ensure that it’s
all real. I don’t ever want to stop surprising you.”

I reached up and put the palm of my hand
on the side of his face. “I love you, Paul. You know that I don’t need all of
this. I was in love with you when you lived in an abandoned gym.”

“I know,” he said. “I love you too.” He
sat down next to me. I wanted it to be like this forever. I wanted to believe
that someday we would get married and have children and grow old together. I
know it was still soon to talk about it, so I hadn’t brought it up. It was
maybe too soon to think about it, but that, I couldn’t help. The only problem
was that there were still two questions that poke at my brain sometimes…two
things I needed to ask Paul to explain.

“Can I ask you a question, babe? Two
questions, actually?”

“Sure, anything,” he said.

“Well, I’ve been wondering since that
night we went to look for my mom at the church…how was it that the pastor knew
you by name?”

He hesitated and for a second I felt a
flutter of doubt. I chastised myself for it. Paul had given me no reason to do
anything but trust him. He finally said, “I dated a girl who had a problem with
drugs. I took her there for her meetings sometimes and for a while I
volunteered at the church…when I had the time.”

“I thought that you said you never really
had a serious relationship.” I didn’t want to sound like I was accusing him of
things, but I really needed to understand. Surely a man wouldn’t take a woman
he barely knew for drug treatment.

“That’s the truth. I have never had an
actual relationship until now. I only went out with her once, but I was stupid
and let things get complicated.”

“Yet you decided to help her with her drug
problem…after only one date?” I guess that’s the part that didn’t really make
sense.

He sighed. “I went out with her one night.
We saw a movie and had dinner. When I took her home she invited me in. I should
have said no, but I didn’t so I have no excuses. We had sex and I also agreed
to do it knowing I didn’t have any more condoms. She got pregnant. I hadn’t
seen her in a couple of months when she called and told me.
 
I knew that I had to step up and be a father,
but I had no desire to be a husband…or even a live in boyfriend to this girl. I
gave her money and I told her I would come and see her often…I didn’t know yet
about her drug problem, but I figured it out pretty fast. I went over one time
when she was about five months along and I found her and some guy sitting on
the front porch of her apartment, smoking meth. I freaked out and I physically
removed the guy from her front porch and I tried to make her go to the hospital
and have the baby checked out. She said that if she did that and she tested
positive for meth…social services would come and take the baby as soon as he
was born.”