TKO (A Bad Boy MMA Romance) (33 page)

To my chagrin, my face instantly went beet red.

“You have… a crush… what…”

“I figured after what happened at the helicopter company it would have been obvious.”

“No. No way. This can’t be happening.”

“Why not?” Kiegan asked, calmly eating another piece of pork.

“Because… well… it just can’t. You’re Kiegan Hunt. You’re my brother. You’re a dick, a guy I think of as Hunt the Cunt in my head.”

I hadn’t meant to admit that, and it just came out in the fluster of crazy that my brain had become, but Kiegan just burst out laughing.

“That’s great. I can’t believe no one’s called me that before.”

“Not to your face, anyway. But no. This can’t happen. No. Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“You’re my brother.”

“That didn’t stop you in Miami.”

“And I told you, that was a mistake.”

“Oh, so you’re not attracted to me at all then?” he asked, a single eyebrow lifting.

“I… well… even if I was, which I’m not admitting by the way, it wouldn’t matter. It’s so wrong. So taboo. You’re my brother. You’re like my complete opposite, and we’re practically related. There’s literally no way this can happen.”

“It can, you just have to let it happen,” Kiegan replied, leaning forward across the desk towards me.

“What will people say?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Do you care?”

I didn’t know what to answer. Of course I didn’t want people to think
that
about me. And I knew people would. I had seen firsthand how crazy people went over my brother. What if we were together? Him and I. We could hold hands, go out on dates, have some fun conversations and then even more fun later on…
No, stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it
. There was my brain, the voice of reason, doing its thing again.

“Why me?” I asked. I had to ask it. Kiegan could have his pick of supermodels. Hell, I’d seen proof that he
had
had his pick of supermodels. I wasn’t even close to being in that league. I was an average height, slightly-above-average-weight girl with an ok face and great boobs, but not much else. Surely there wasn’t anything he could see in me.

“Because the day I saw you in science class I knew I had to have you, but I also knew you weren’t the type to just open your legs to any guy.”

The blush crawled up my face, but Kiegan continued. “Because I don’t know any other woman who would leave the life my family leads to work a shit job in Seattle. And because even though you don’t think you’re brave, I know there’s something under there, something that took courage, and I want to get to know the woman with the heart of a lion that she doesn’t know she has.”

His voice was barely more than a low murmur, but I was hooked on every word. I looked into those pale blue irises, the perfect pools of beauty that ran so deep I didn’t know where the rabbit hole ended. But was I going to jump? Could I let myself jump, after everything that had happened?

Against every single instinct in my body, going against everything my brain was screaming at me, I agreed to spend Christmas with Kiegan. We decided to spend the time at his island home in Hawaii.

To call the place a home was a bit of an understatement. Six bedrooms, one of which was made up into a home office and another into a gym, an infinity pool that looked over the Caribbean Sea, a private beach, outdoor shower on top of the luxury ensuite and a patio that was at least five times the size of my old apartment made the place he kept for vacations a pure paradise.

I spent the first ten minutes pretending I was a Hawaiian princess. When the Gulfstream landed the pilots gave us each a Lei, and guided us to the waiting Ferrari, where Kiegan immediately jumped into the driver’s seat, as happy as a kid on Christmas.

Now, half an hour later, we were here. It was absolutely gorgeous. We were just twenty minutes from the hustle and bustle of Waikiki, and I didn’t know what I wanted to do first. Luckily for me, Kiegan had an idea.

“You still work for me while we’re here, by the way,” he told me with a wink.

“Even when we’re on holiday?” I protested, knowing he wasn’t about to send me on some kind of dumb errand.

“
Especially
when we’re on holiday. Now go up to the bedroom and sit on the bed, I’ll meet you there in a little bit.”

I wasn’t really sure if Kiegan was serious, but a second later he spanked my ass, hard. I flushed out of both embarrassment and at the pain that coursed through me for an instant, but couldn’t help but notice that my panties were already getting wet.

“I said now, Tina.”

Without a word in reply I scurried off to the bedroom and sat on the amazing king sized bed, looking out at the pool outside and wondering what Kiegan had planned. The more he made me wait, the more I wanted him.

Five minutes later he came into the room. He had that cheeky grin on his face, and I knew he was toying with me. And it was working. Waiting for him for five minutes had made me want him so badly, I wanted nothing more than for him to rush over to the bed and ravage me completely.

He took his time, walking slowly over to where I was standing on the bed. He stopped only inches from me, and I looked up at him. My face was practically at his crotch level, I could have reached over and grabbed him, but something told me Kiegan didn’t want me to. Instead, he gently took my chin and tilted my head upwards so that I was gazing into those beautiful blue eyes. I was melting with desire. He was taking complete control, and I loved it. I had never done anything like this before, but there was no denying my body’s response to Kiegan’s touch.

My lips were barely parted as I waited for his kiss, but it didn’t come. Instead, he moved his hands to my elbows and helped me to my feet. When I was standing in front of the bed, he lay down on it, resting his head on a pillow and looking at me as I stood at his feet, wondering what he wanted me to do next.

“Stand over by the wall and strip for me, slowly,” Kiegan ordered. My eyes widened. He wanted me to – to strip for him? Right here? It was so… exposed! Sunlight poured through the balcony window, and I knew there would be nothing to hide my blemishes and imperfections.

“Do… you mean that?” I asked, stupidly. I knew he meant it.

“I do.  I want to see all of you,” he told me, and I took a deep breath. I was going to do this. I was going to do this for him.

There was something about being ordered, something about Kiegan really making good on his promise that I would have to do
anything
he told me to, that was driving me absolutely wild. I could feel that familiar tug in my nether regions, pleasure coursed through my veins already and we hadn’t even begun to touch yet.

I moved over to the far wall and closed my eyes. Tried not to think about Kiegan’s eyes that were on me, watching me.

Starting off slowly, I slipped my shirt off. I let the fabric tickle my skin as I slid the shirt slowly up over my breasts, then over the top of my head, and let it fall to the floor. My breasts were heaving under my black lace bra. I was so turned on now, there was nothing more I wanted than to rip off all my clothes and jump on top of Kiegan, but I knew that I had to be patient, I knew I had to do what he wanted.

I moved my fingers down to the hem of my shorts. I slid them down my legs as sexily as I could, turning around slowly to give Kiegan a view of my ass in just my panties as the shorts fell to the floor before being whisked aside. I was only wearing my bra and panties now, I was almost naked in front of him as he watched.

It was obvious from the growing bulge in his pants that Kiegan was enjoying the show. And I had to admit, I was starting to enjoy myself too. It felt nice to show my body off like this.

I unclasped my bra at the back and held it against me for a minute, teasing Kiegan with just a hint of nudity before finally letting it drop to the floor. Finally, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the hem of my panties, which I slowly let slide down as well. I stood up, completely naked, and did a slow twirl for my brother, who was still watching from the bed, his eyes eating up the sight of my naked body.

“Good,” he told me, his voice getting hoarse. “Now come up here,” he ordered, and I did as he asked. I climbed on top of him, straddling his completely clothed body with my naked one. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it felt right to be this way with Kiegan. Something I never, ever thought I’d think.

He put his hands on my hips and began to stroke my body. Reaching up towards my breasts he took a nipple in between his fingers and squeezed, hard enough for me to gasp from a little bit of pain, but not so hard that it hurt too much. Just enough for the juices building up inside of me to begin leaking out.

Suddenly, Kiegan grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto the bed so I was on my back and he was on top of me. He grinned, then moved down in between my legs. I gasped as I understood exactly what he was going to do. I could feel his hot breath on my nether regions and closed my eyes, leaning back to enjoy the sensations as his tongue found the folds of my sex. He began to slowly stroke my clit with his tongue, the little pink nub sending pangs of pleasure running through me with every flick.

“Ohhhh my God,” I cried out, absolutely loving every second of this.

Suddenly, his tongue was inside of me. He flicked around inside my sex as I clutched at the sheets. I needed this. I needed release, and I could feel it coming. But before I had a chance to orgasm, Kiegan pulled his tongue back out of me.

“I don’t want you to come just yet,” he told me with a grin, then came up and kissed me, giving me the tangy taste of my own juices on his lips.

I could only moan in reply. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to take me right then and there. I wanted every inch of him inside of me, and as he stood up and began to undress, I knew I was going to get it.

Seconds later Kiegan was naked, and climbing on top of me. He guided his shaft towards my slit, coating it in my juices, before pressing against my entrance. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders in anticipation of what was to come as Kiegan slid his long, hard manhood inside of me.

I gasped, my body still not used to his girth, and he stretched my walls. My back arched against the mattress as he entered me, my body desperate for the feeling of him inside of me.

Kiegan didn’t waste any time. He took me hard, and fast. With every thrust of his shaft inside of me I could feel the pressure inside of me building. I wrapped my legs around his hips, matching his every thrust, forcing him inside of me completely.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I gasped breathlessly after a few minutes, when the pressure just began to be too much to take.

“Not yet,” Kiegan ordered, his breathing ragged.

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“You don’t get to come until I tell you to. Hold it in,” he ordered, and I moaned in despair. How the hell was I going to be able to obey this order?

I closed my eyes and tried to hold it back. It was like a flood of water trying to burst through, and I was the wall holding it back.

“Oh God, I need to come,” I begged, needing that release. Every muscle in my body was tensed up trying to prevent my body from getting the release it so desperately needed as Kiegan continued to thrust in and out of me.

“Beg for it,” he told me, thrusting harder and faster.

“Please, please Kiegan, let me come!”

“Come for me, now,” he ordered, and I let my body release. It was like a torrent, a tidal wave of pleasure that ravaged my body. Kiegan came with me, our bodies becoming one. My cries filled the room as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced ripped through me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Holding the orgasm back for a while led to so much intensity when I finally let go, it actually felt like it might rip my body apart.

I didn’t want it to end. I wanted the pleasure to last forever, but I knew it couldn’t be that way.

Kiegan and I collapsed on the bed together, the only sound that of our breathing and the light hum of the fan above us waving a cool breeze onto our naked bodies.

When we finally got out of bed two hours later, I was completely spent. Both mentally and physically. It still seemed so strange to me that this was ok, that we could do this. I mean, I knew we weren’t
really
blood relatives, but it still felt wrong.

This was just a trial. I knew that, Kiegan knew that. We were going to see if we could stand each other as a couple. For days we just strolled along the beach, swam in the pool and in the ocean, had coloured drinks – Kiegan had gotten me a fake ID, and I felt like a badass using it, even if it was just at upscale restaurants – and spent a lot of time in bed.

Every fantasy I’d ever had of Kiegan and I as a teenager came true that Christmas. When I woke up on Christmas morning, Kiegan was in the kitchen in his boxers, making pancakes.

“Mmmmm, that smells… lovely,” I told him as I looked at the stovetop.

“Wow, I must be really good in bed if you’re willing to lie that much. I tried making pancakes but that’s failed. Luckily I managed to pay our way into getting a reservation at Duke’s to make up for it, if you’re up for that.”

“That sounds better than burnt pancakes, anyway,” I replied, laughing.

“Would it surprise you to know that I never learned how to cook? I found a recipe online and it seemed easy enough, but apparently it wasn’t.”

I leaned up and kissed his lips softly. God, I would never get tired of that feeling on my own lips, or of the tingles that ran through me every time our bodies touched.

“That’s alright, it’s the thought that matters.”

“Duke’s do way better breakfast than this was going to be anyway,” Kiegan replied with a grin.

Twenty minutes later we were sitting on the patio overlooking the beach, with the best table in the whole restaurant. The waitress brought over a couple of plates and we went to the buffet.

“Oh man, I could eat here every day for the rest of my life,” I told Kiegan as I passed him loading up his plate with coconut bread pudding.

“Me too, Tina. Me too.” Kiegan had stopped calling me ‘sis’, at least he’d stopped doing it as much, which I appreciated.

My plate loaded up with fresh tropical fruit, a custom omelette and the pancakes I’d been promised earlier, I made my way back to our table.

“So what do you want to spend Christmas morning doing?” Kiegan asked before being interrupted by a family wanting autographs and a photo.

Politely obliging before turning back to me, I smiled.

“I honestly have no idea. I’ve spent the last two Christmas days sitting alone in my apartment with a book and streaming TV shows.”

“Ok, well, how about we spend some time in the pool then decide?”