Bad Boy Brawler (Alpha Bad Boy Book 3) (6 page)

“Chuck, it looks like Bradbury is making his way into the arena. He was much quieter this week than the last time these two met. Heck, I probably would be too. He bounces around the octagon as usual, trying to keep those legs warm and stay loose. And there go the lights. We know what that means.”

“Yeah we do, Bob. There go the bells, it’s ACDC and here he comes, stalking toward the octagon in typical fashion. It’s almost impossible to hear in this place, even up here in the booth, as O’Dare storms through the gate and into the ring. You can see his wife Carly standing next to the wall. O’Dare says she’s seven months pregnant with their first child, and I must say she looks fantastic for being that far along. The two met after the last Bradbury fight, when O’Dare had a run in with a telephone pole while intoxicated. She was actually his nurse and now works as his personal trainer and medical staff. Not that he needs it.”

“Yeah Chuck, that’s right. And he actually adopted Carly’s son from a prior relationship right after they were married.”

“Well, they certainly seem to be working well as a team and we congratulate them on the soon to be new addition to the O’Dare clan. Now, it looks like the referee has called them to the center of the ring and is barking some instructions. O’Dare actually taps Bradbury’s gloves in a show of good sportsmanship.”

“Haha, Chuck, look at Bradbury’s face. He looks confused and I’m guessing that is exactly what O’Dare was going for as they head to their corners. O’Dare makes a cross with his glove and blows a kiss to Carly, and now he’s turned around in a striking stance. The referee signals for them to begin. Something is off with Bradbury. I think O’Dare might still be in his head as O’Dare walks out slowly to meet him in the middle. Usually he rushes his opponents, and ohhhhh, my. O’Dare out of nowhere, in a quick burst throws a right hook and pummels Bradbury across the jaw. Bradbury is down and it doesn’t — yep, it’s all over. O’Dare heads to the gate and charges out, but stops to give his wife a kiss and puts his arm around her as they head back to the lockers.”

“Wow, Bob, I don’t think he even broke a sweat. Bradbury is still laid out on the mat while O’Dare and his wife are already halfway to the locker rooms. Man, that was vicious as we look at the replay. Never seen him pull that one before. Usually he dances around before striking. He certainly has Bradbury’s number though. That’s two combined knockouts versus him in a span of about twenty seconds. Unbelievable.”

“Yeah, that’s right Chuck and we need to go to commercial. Before we break, I spoke with O’Dare earlier today, an impossibility before Carly came along I might add. He had something he wanted me to say after the fight.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that Bob?”

“He said for me to say, James, Mom and Dad love you but it’s time to shut off the TV and get to bed.”

“Well, Bob, yeah, if O’Dare told me to go to bed I’d probably do what he said too. Goodnight James. Dad did good tonight. And we’ll be right back after this quick commercial break.”

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Chloe Comes For Christmas

By: Sloane Howell

JAMES

I stared into Chloe Sanders' green eyes and wanted to fuck her more than the first time I saw her standing in the campus bookstore. We were in the coffee shop a block off campus. Her petite, five-foot-two frame was mostly hidden behind the table in front of me, only the tops of her tanned, ample breasts peeked out of her thin black tank top when she peeled off her jacket.

Her green eyes locked onto mine as the smell of fresh coffee beans roasting wafted across my face. "I'm so excited about the party tomorrow." She smiled.

I grumbled and pointed at her Computer Concepts book spread out in front of her. "Focus."

"I know, I know. Study, study."

"Thank you."

Her short brunette hair wrapped up under her chin. My cock ached against my jeans. I tried to take my mind off it, staring around at the other patrons at the tall pub tables.
Nope, didn't help.
I looked behind the counter at the hard worker bees, pressing buttons on the shiny, stainless steel equipment with steam spouting to the ceiling. Handing people drinks in cardboard cups with little sleeves wrapped around them. I took in the aromas of fresh-baked pastries, stared at the reflections in the tile floor, and squeezed the pen in my hand.
Nope, still hard as fuck.

She mocked my tone. "Always so serious."

Her breasts wobbled against the thin black fabric again as she giggled. It sent my dick into a frenzy. I groaned and squirmed in my seat, playing it off as though I were irritated with her casual approach to studying. I wanted my cock buried inside of her. Bad. I wanted to make her scream my name as she gripped the sheets. Show her what happens to innocent little cunts that choose Mark instead of me. I calmed myself.

"Just want you to pass. But...I might make an exception if you tell me what you're wearing to said party." I grinned.

She gasped in jest. "James!"

God damn those tits. They danced around in front of me again.

A frigid gust of wind hit my back as the door flew open.

I could feel Mark's presence before I turned around.

"What up J?"

Calling me by the first letter of my name used to be a term of endearment. Now I hated the fucking sound of it.

"Not much, bro."

He sat next to Chloe and draped his arm over her shoulder. When he kissed her soft lips I wanted to punch him in the throat.
This bitch.
Her sweet, innocent face turned me against my best friend, made me despise him.

Mark always got the girl. He'd been cock blocking me since middle school. All-American cornerback, poster child for every person in our hometown. I'd met Chloe first, introduced her to him in our dorm. Right when I was going to ask her out—properly—he'd swooped in and stolen her from me. They would both pay. These two happy fucking love birds were in for a world of hurt.

Mark stared at Chloe then glanced at me. "He teaching you his nerd ways?"

She slapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! Of course he is. He's a genius at this stuff." Her flirty eyes made my cock twitch again.
God damn it.

I stared at him and tried to hide my contempt with a joke. "We don't all get our grades handed to us for being good at a game."

"Burn." Mark's eyes locked on Chloe's tits. Mine did the same. "I have to get to practice. Catch you two later tonight?"

Chloe's eyes lit up along with my rage. "Definitely." She gave him a peck on the cheek before he left.

I glared at her without thinking.

Her jaw clenched and she folded her arms, squeezing her tits together as they pressed higher from her top. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. So about what you were going to wear?" I smiled.

"I don't think so. Study, study, remember?"

Oh, I plan on studying every inch of you. Tomorrow.

JAMES

I sat at my desk in our dorm room, heart racing as I changed her grade from a B to an F.
Show this whore.
I had a plan I'd been working out the last few weeks. It was simple enough. Hack the university network, change her grade, fuck the shit out of her with the promise to change it back upon coming inside of her sweet pussy. It was foolproof.

The school's security was a joke. One firewall to bypass. A script kiddie could do it. Just spoof my IP through a vpn and voila, I'm balls deep in that cunt.

Mark burst through the door and I minimized the window on my computer. Chloe was on his arm as usual. The smell of beer and Jaeger bombs saturated the air. "Smells like you two had a good time."

Mark slurred his words. "Yess, s-sir, we c-certainlys dids."

I turned to Chloe, still in her tank top and short denim jean shorts cut off under her tight ass. She held a black pea coat in her arms.
He didn't even take her coat for her. Asshole
. "He is going to be worthless at practice tomorrow," I said.

"I tried to stop him. You know how he gets."

It was true. Mark loved to drink and didn't know his limits. We lugged him into the bed and covered him up.

Chloe's green eyes cast a spell on my dick. I tried to play it off, shifting in my seat when she wasn't looking. She wandered through the room like she'd never been there before, no doubt to give me a view of that sweet ass.
Fucking tease.
She had a reputation as a good girl, cheerleader, straight A student. I knew better. She liked it rough, just from the wrong guy. She'd get it right soon enough.

"You studying?"

"I was." I groaned as my cock throbbed against my zipper. Those fucking tits called my name, wanting my mouth.

"Why didn't you ever ask me out?"

"What?" What the fuck was she talking about? Where was this coming from? I started to wonder if she had been drinking. She was never this blunt.

"You never asked me out. Just introduced me to your buddy."

I started to rethink everything. Had I put myself in the friend zone? I wasn't falling for her bullshit. Her cock teasing ways.

"Maybe I thought about it. Where is this coming from?"

"Just wondering. I need to get going." She winked.

My dick was about to explode. My curiosity got the best of me. I needed more information.

"What would you have said?"

She grinned with her devil red lips and slid her hand along the bedpost. She leaned down by my face and I caught her eye glance to my erection.

"We'll never know will we."

She rocked her tight ass in those shorts as she walked through the door. I looked up at Mark and wanted to smother him with his pillow.
That motherfucker.
And this girl, what the fuck was she up to
? My fist slammed to my desk, the pain radiating up my arm. I didn't care. Not one bit.

MARK

My heart beat against my skull as my eyes lifted. A glass of water appeared in front of my face. I looked up to Chloe's green eyes, holding out a pair of aspirin, small fingers clutching the glass. "You have practice in thirty minutes."

"Fuckin' A, what happened?"

"You being you." Chloe grinned.

"I do that. Don't I?"

"You do. I have to run to class. Don't be late for practice. Then we can get ready for the party tonight."

"Okay, babe."

She left the room and I searched for my shorts and practice jersey. Practice was shoulder pads only so at least it would be a light workout. The light burned my retinas as I stood and winced. "Fuck. God damn Jaeger."

I could still taste it in my throat. I wanted, no, needed to hurl. There was no time.

I ran out the door and hopped in my car, speeding down University Drive. The tall, century-old brick buildings flew past and landed in my rear view mirror. I dodged a few girls in far too many clothes. I hated winter. All the god damn layers of clothes ruined the view.

Sure, Chloe was my girlfriend, but I loved pussy far too much to be tied to one. It was pretty much thrown at me on the daily. Perks of being an All-American. Still, there was something about that girl. She was the type to take home and meet mom. The type to marry.

I parked the beamer and strolled up to the workout facility, practice field in view, guys already headed out to warm up. Coach was standing in front of the door, arms folded, his usual scowl on his face.