Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance (18 page)

I lean my head back and find his lips. I kiss him hungrily, needing him. This is dangerous and I know it. Doing this here, in Vinnie's house, is stupid. I take his lower lip between my teeth and nibble. His tongue licks my upper lip and his hands grip my ass tighter pulling me close. His erection presses into my leg like a steel rod waiting to be used. I claw at his back desperately needing more. I can't even put it into words, it's an overwhelming desire, a pounding need to meld with him. It's more than our bodies interlocking it's an affirmation of life. The life inside of me that we created and the life that we could have if we escape Vinnie.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me easily to lay me down on the bed as his hands roam down my sides then up under my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands and the rough calluses of his palms tease my nipples to hard points. He kisses across my cheek into the hollow of my shoulder. I find the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. His hard abs are revealed like the greatest of Christmas presents. He pulls his hands out from inside my shirt and grasps it at the top, ripping down and popping the buttons with reckless abandon. A tremble runs through me, a mixture of desire and fear. What if we get caught? It's almost enough to stop me but he kisses my lips and desire wins the day.

"Take me, Jans," I breathe. "I need you."

Our hips move together, grinding against each other, his hard-on digs into my leg and then my middle. Thin pieces of cloth separate us from what I want, no—what I need. He kisses down my chest and buries his face between my breasts. His rough hands grasp them and push them together. The roughness of his face creates pleasing sensations that explode through me. He licks up and down between the hollow dragging along my delicate skin. His right hand dives under the hem of my pants and his hand cups my sex.

I moan loudly, the warmth and pressure of him there pleases me. He pulls up with his entire hand putting pressure on my delicate pearl. One finger slides inside me through my soft folds to find my wetness. He takes my left nipple in his mouth and rolls it around with his tongue. His left hand grips my hair pulling. It only takes me a moment to undo the fastener of his pants and his cock springs free. I take his girth in one hand and stroke it while my other hand traces the lines of his new dragon tattoo.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says.

"I love you," I moan as he curls his finger inside me and finds that spot that drives me wild.

My desire and need ignites into a roaring fire. I buck against his hands gripping his cock tighter and pulling hard. He groans and nibbles on my nipple. I need this, need to know we’re alive, to feel whole. I need him inside me.

"Fuck me, Jans. Fuck me like you never have before."

He doesn't hesitate or delay. His hand flies out of my pants and he moves to position himself between my legs. He grabs my jeans on either side of my hips and rips down taking my panties with them. His nails dig into my skin in his hurry and it excites me even more. He pulls a condom from his jeans before jerking them down, letting his mighty cock free of its cage. Like him, it's a warrior ready to conquer and I'm a willing victim.

Faster than I would think possible, the condom is on and he thrusts into me. My thighs go lax and weak. I cry out and have to bite my lip to muffle the sound. This is dangerous, I can't forget. I bite down hard enough to taste blood as he thrusts into me bottoming out. His huge cock stretches my walls to their limit. He pulls completely out and I moan for the loss of him then he thrusts in again, full and hard, my wetness accommodating him easily.

He grabs my right leg and lifts as he leans back rolling me over to my side without losing his penetration of me. I'm impaled on his massive cock and I don't ever want to leave. He presses my legs together keeping himself positioned inside me. He hooks just below my knees and pushes them up towards my chest so I'm curled into a ball. Then he begins pistoning in and out. The sound of our skin slapping together fills my ears as the scent of our love engulfs me. He groans as I moan, it’s so fucking good.

"Oh god, fuck me, Jans. Give me your big cock."

"Fuck, you’re tight. I love your tight fucking pussy."

He pounds into me over and over, taking me, claiming me as his. I am. I’m his.

He doesn't stop, he's a machine driving for his goal without distraction or fail and I’m carried over the edge.

I'm trembling beneath him, my body quaking as I come down from an earth shattering height. He stays inside me until the shudders pass. His dick doesn’t soften, still ready to go. Slowly he slides out and slips the condom off. I see my wetness glistening on the hair at the base of his steel hard cock which ignites a fresh flame of desire. I roll over onto my knees grasping his massive rod. I start at the base of his shaft and slowly lick up to the head. He tastes like love. His dick jumps under the attention from my tongue.

"God, LeAnne," he groans loudly.

I smile to myself, pleased that I'm pleasing him. I circle the head, following the ridge with my tongue, then trace down the other side. Then I take him in my mouth. I take him into my cheek swirling the head with my tongue. I stroke up and down the shaft with my hand and he starts rolling his hips to move in and out of my mouth. I moan and my free hand works its way down to my sex. My fingers dig through my wet folds until I find my hard nub. I rub it with my middle three fingers pressing in on it like the doorbell to my pleasure. Jans thrusts in and out of my throat pushing my cheeks out with each forward motion. As his speed increases, I match it with my fingers.

"Yes," Jans moans.

His eyes roll back and he raises his arms up clasping them behind his head as he rolls his hips in and out of my mouth. The way his muscles ripple as he moves is delicious. I stroke his shaft faster and he responds. I feel him grow larger in my mouth and I pull off taking his load on my chest as it explodes out of him in a cascading wave. He groans loudly calling my name and I slow my pace as his orgasm passes. He opens his eyes and looks down at me with his half smile.

"I love you," he says.

He grabs my hips and flips me over like I'm nothing. Amazingly his cock is still hard. There’s the sound of tearing plastic and he pierces me once more from behind. He shoves in hard and fast driving me down into the bed. It causes me to clench making him feel even bigger inside. I cry out in surprise and pleasure as he pierces me to my deepest part. He slams into me over and over, the sound of our skin slapping together transports me to another place. I'm reaching a plateau I didn't know existed. There's nothing but the two of us together, pleasure surrounds me, I'm filled with him not just physically but spiritually and emotionally we are one.

My orgasm rips through me and he climaxes at the same time. We find our plateaus and collapse into each other. At last spent, he nestles against my neck.

"You’re mine," he says.

We lay coiled with each other. I could drift off to sleep but the danger is too real. I haven't told Jans yet that I'm pregnant. I open my mouth and start to but then I remember he has to fight. This would distract him. When he fights, he has to be focused.

My life has been a series of hard choices but this is my hardest. I decide not to tell him, not yet. It's the best thing I can do for all three of us.

Tonight the observation box feels more like a prison than ever. The smell of sweaty men, cigars, and stale alcohol makes me nauseous. I'm having morning sickness and smells like this do nothing to help. Lou guards the door along with two other men in black suits who are almost as big as he is. None of them bother to hide the guns under their suits. The ones with Lou have a gun on each side and I notice one of them has a third one tucked into the back of his pants.

The security is tighter than ever before. Vinnie has guaranteed the biggest pot in underground fighting history. Fifteen million dollars. I didn't know he had that kind of money. Of course since he's planning for Jans to throw the fight he might not.

I didn't get to see Jans today. Vinnie sent for him early and has kept him locked away. If that's for his protection or to make sure he follows the plan I've no idea. I begged Lou to tell me but he just shrugged. I don't even know if Jans is alive, an idea that scares me more than it should. Who has to think things like that?

I shift in my seat uncomfortably. The crowd below is also bigger than ever before. I'm pretty sure this building is way past capacity. A low buzz fills the air creating a vibration that becomes background noise. Directly below us, with giant floodlights shining on it, is the octagon. The arena where Jans will fight for our future. Where he'll fight for his unborn child that he doesn't even know about yet.

"Sure hope you know what you're doing, Vinnie," Big Tony says, rolling a cigar between his sausage-like fingers. He points at Vinnie with it when he continues. "Awful lot of money in that pot."

"My boy’s got this," Vinnie says.

I watch the interaction between the two men with interest. I know something that Tony doesn't. Jans is supposed to throw the last fight. Everybody is betting on Jans because the odds are ten to one against him. Vinnie has secretly put all his bets at the last minute on Jans’ losing. The payout will be incredible and most of it will come out of the pockets of the other Families.

"Good," Big Tony says.

There are eight men in this box with us not counting the guards. The heads of all five Families are here. Two of them brought their sons to watch. One of those sons is Sammy Costa. The man Vinnie intends to marry me off to. Sammy takes a seat next to me and boldly takes my hand and places it on his leg. I pull back glaring his way.

"Hey, baby," Sammy laughs like I didn't do anything.

"I'm not your baby," I say softly.

Sammy is disgusting. Like the random waves of nausea weren’t bad enough already, he makes them worse. It's not his looks, it's justan air about him. He’s like a used car salesman, oily, untrustworthy, and just slightly dangerous.

"It's okay," he says grinning lasciviously. "I like it when they got some fight in them. Gives me something to break."

"What the hell are you talking about, Sammy?"

"Once we’re married, I'll teach you what it means to show your man respect."

Bile rises in my throat. I can only imagine what he would do to a woman. I've heard rumors but no one talks openly about it.

Music starts and the lights flash around. This is supposed to be underground fighting but the money has become so big it's taken on all the glam and glitz of mainstream professional fights. The announcer stands in the middle of the octagon and his voice booms out as he introduces the two fighters.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to extreme underground fighting. A special event! One fighter, one man, one previously invincible warrior will take on all comers. Over the course of the night this ultimate fighter will stand against all. He'll fight the best of the best and at the end of the night we’ll know who is the greatest fighter of all time! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you your hero, Jans ‘the Dragon’ Manarchy!"

The crowd jumps to their feet and the cheers are a roar. Men and women pump their fists in the air. This is our modern Colosseum, where people pay good money to watch two men beat each other senseless. It's underground so the rules are limited. No nut shots and try not to kill your opponent. Anything else goes.

Jans walks down the entrance way and the spotlight shines on him. He looks focused, his eyes are hard, his body glistens with sweat. I know his warm-up routine in the locker room. He'll have jumped rope, worked the heavy bag, and then gotten a massage. He stares straight ahead, his face a grimace. Up and down the aisle through which he walks, men reach out to touch him and women expose their breasts to him but Jans doesn't look to either side. He looks up at the box where he knows I'll be. I can't imagine he can see me through the glare of lights and the reflection of the glass but I'm on my feet anyway. I wave and stop myself just before I blow a kiss to him.

"Little bit close to your stepbrother aren’t you?" Sammy whispers in my ear as his hand lands on my ass.

I slap his hand away and turn to glare at him again. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Don't do that," I growl.

"Nice ass, I like that. And hey, if you're good, I might let your stepbrother watch me while I fuck you."

Anger flares in me so fast and so hard it feels like my head will explode. I can't believe he said that out loud, here, where anyone could overhear him.