Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance (9 page)

Lee's a fighter; I'm sure he has a few enemies. If someone happens to attack him out on the streets, Ricky wouldn't necessarily be suspected. And if pieces of our shield decide to go home, our armor grows weaker...

"All right!" Lee roars, picking a direction and making sure everyone's following. "Drinks on me! Let's drink to victories!"

His fans agree wholeheartedly and draw the ring around us tight once more. I hope it lasts until we find a way to escape Ricky's guys.

We walk, hoping Lee's wallet and presence buys us time. I look behind us, seeing figures lurking in the shadows. We're being followed for sure.

Ricky is coming for us.

T
his is
the situation known as "out of the frying pan and into the fire."

Raina is twisting wildly in my arms. It would be so much hotter if she wasn't looking behind us every two seconds. I like the feel of her against me, her scent threatening to bring down any resolve I have left. My apartment isn't far from here and I want nothing more than to take Raina there now. My bed is waiting for her, cold and empty. I need her there to warm it up with her delicious body. I need her to stay there, long past the next morning.

Instead, I lead us away from it, into a bar nearby. On the way we stop at the ATM and I leave Raina to chat with the boys. The sum I'm taking is not something they should see.

I have another plan, but it has to be executed perfectly. Ricky's men don't get paid to act nice, but neither do I. If any of them feels like taking me on, let them come.

But I don't fool myself. I'm good. I'm
very
good and no man wins against me by default. That doesn't mean I can take on an army of thugs all alone. Least of all with Raina here, in her condition. I wonder what will happen if Ricky finds out. We need to get rid of at least some of his guys coming for us.

Raina looks back again.

"Stop doing that," I tell her. "I know they're there."

"They're following us," she says, the concern plain in her voice.

"Yeah," I reply. "Of course they do. Ricky's not a guy who lets things go."

"What happens if they catch us?" Raina asks.

I refuse to look back. It would show weakness, show I'm worried about them.

"You dated that prick," I say. "I bet you can guess."

That came out wrong, I see it at once. Raina glares at me, her sexy mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Yes," she snarls. "I
dated
him. Notice the past tense?"

I should be nicer to her. She's afraid and for a good reason, not to mention hormonal and whatever else women get when they're pregnant. It's a shitty thing, but her fear turns me on. I want to possess her, protect her. The way Raina's clinging to me, she has no idea how hot that is.

The girl's got me. I don't know what magic trick she used or if I have been under her spell ever since high school. All I know for sure is that I can't stand to think of her with another man anymore. Raina is mine now and I'll die before letting Ricky lay his paws on her again. Doesn't mean I like the reminder of them together. How could she have gone out with a guy like that?

"Yeah," I nod. "I notice. You have some taste in men."

The look in her eyes is pure ice, but she has a smile on her lips.

"Oh yeah?" she demands. "Maybe I do. But anything you say about him goes for you too."

I chuckle and Raina frowns.

"Don't you laugh at me, you—"

"Stop trying to be a smartass then. I don't think you thought that insult through."

She takes a second to consider what she said and then a deep blush covers her cheeks. Fuck. Just when I had the upper hand on her, she turns the tables on me. The way her face lights up, it makes me groan in fury. All the fights, all the matches, and this fucking girl makes me feel helpless. Every dark alley we walk past tempts me to drag her there and finally take her like she deserves.

We arrive at the bar and the guys file in, babbling amongst themselves. I make sure Raina and I aren't the last to enter.

I counted on the fact Ricky's guys would split up, and they do. Too obvious to come in with us, at least for all of them. About five or six join us. The others are probably covering the exits.

I order the first round and the guys cheer madly. What a bunch of losers. This is my audience. Fat, sweaty guys whose last workout was in gym class. Probably had a pass for that too. Those are the worst kind of MMA fans, fat fucks who like to see real men beat each other up. They disgust me, but today I need them around.

I wonder if that fucking asshole came along?
How
? That's the question. I didn't catch him at Ricky's, but someone there knew about Omar. Fuck him for throwing that in my face, in front of Raina no less. If he's here, if I so much as suspect that I recognize his voice, I'm going to break a few of his ribs to begin with.

The conversation around me is as dumb as the guys themselves. They're still arguing about my best match. Occasionally I put in a word to ignite a dying argument, but really I'm scouting for a way out.

If this were me alone, it would be easy. Break out and make a run for it. Stop every guy who dares to get in my way. They might catch me for a second, but they couldn't hold me.

It's different with Raina. She's nowhere near as fast as I am and I'd have to protect her in a fight.

I consider our options as she looks up at me with hopeful eyes. I can't resist that. There's no way I'm going to let her down.

Call a taxi and take off? No. Ricky's guys are bound to have at least one car nearby. They'd stop us before we got two blocks away.

Call the cops? I sneer at the idea. Martin would love it if I called him right now, ask him to come and get me out of a pickle. I decide against the idea. The sound of sirens can be deadly when dealing with Ricky. Either his guys hurry to finish the job or the cops who show up aren't on our side. I can't take that risk. Calling Martin directly is out of the question too. If any of the guys overhear the call, Martin's dead along with me.

I look at Raina, sipping at her drink – mineral water this time – and watching the guys count off my matches. She doesn't belong here in this dirty bar. A good girl like her should never have gotten involved with an asshole like Ricky Gerrard. I'm going to get her out of this and give her what she really deserves. A real man.

Everything hinges on me picking the right man for the job.

"Raina," I say. "You know either of the guys at the bar?"

She looks at me, surprised. When I nod in the direction of Ricky's men, she sits up straight and gets a better look.

"The one at the far end," she says. "Ray."

"Uh-uh," I murmur. "Would you say he's a man with strong moral principles?"

Raina had taken a sip before I said that and coughs so hard I have to pat her on the back.

"No," she chokes. "Absolutely not."

"What motivates a piece of shit like him then?"

"Money," Raina shrugs. "What do you expect? I don't think the men who work for Ricky do it out of any kind of love for him."

Perfect
.

"You think you can handle these guys alone for a bit?" I ask her.

She sneaks a glance at the group we're with and gives me a pitiful look.

"If I must."

"You do."

"All right."

"Keep their attention. Don't let them leave."

I get up and walk over to Ray. He's a thin guy with even thinner mustache who doesn't hide his gun very well. His eyes go wide in surprise as I take a seat next to him. I see his gaze flicker to the others and it's obvious he's not happy with the arrangement.

"Hi there," I say.

He doesn't answer, only looks at me like I'm a lunatic. Maybe I am. I order a drink, making a show of it for the bar. Everyone has to buy the act.

"Long night?" I ask.

He still doesn't react.

"You know what? I'm thinking that sitting here, guarding us, isn't what you'd want to be doing right now."

"Fuck off," he reacts at last.

I grin. He's perfect for what I have in mind. I make sure to sit with my back to the rest of Ricky's men. I look Ray straight in the eye and see his fear. This one is a fucking dog. All bark, no bite.

"Listen to me now," I say, making sure to drop my voice. "I'm going to make you a deal. I'm betting you don't give a shit about me or the girl, right?"

He resumes his stubborn silence, unsure of what he's supposed to do. Usually guys in my position take a hint. He thinks I should be scared, but I'm not. It confuses his little brain.

"The thing is," I go on, "is that I'm going to get me and her out of here no matter what.
You
are in the unique position of benefiting from that."

Finally, some attention. His eyes are suspicious, but he's not arguing.

"We need a distraction. You're going to do exactly as I say and you'll walk out of here much richer than you came in."

I show him the money I took from the ATM. It's not something to bankrupt me, but his eyes light up. I can see dollar bills flash by.

"Or?" he asks.

Gotcha. Once they start bargaining, they've already decided to do it. Time to bring it home.

"Or I'll make sure you're the first guy I'm going through if I have to break out of here," I tell him, dark and vicious.

His eyes snap from the money to me and I'm looking deadly serious. I see him wince and take a long look at me. After all that's happened today, he has to know who I am. Ray's not the type who desperately wants to measure himself against me. He already knows.

He swallows, hard.

"Mr. Gerrard will kill me—" he begins.

"He won't know," I say. "If you do everything I say."

It takes another long moment, but he nods. I slide the money to him and explain quickly what his part in our escape is. He listens, considers, and nods again. Not stupid, at least. Good dog. Ray sees the profit I promised.

After another minute, I begin. I knock over my beer and accuse Ray angrily. He defends himself. I let him put up a fight for a few seconds before knocking him down. I hear him groan, but I didn't punch half as hard as I could have. Has to look real, though. I warned him.

His buddies come to his defense, my fans come to mine. We grumble at each other, but I let myself be dragged back to the table. Ray sits back down, glaring at me.

Raina looks shocked, but I shake my head when she starts to ask what that was about.

I give it five more minutes. I pull Raina back into my arms and grope her freely. She resists at first, but after a quick word she lets me do what I want. It's the real danger in my plan. I'm too focused on Raina's soft body under my fingers, the curve of her tits. I press a kiss to both and the guys cheer me on. She giggles, telling me I'm tickling her.

After five minutes, I stand up and take Raina's hand. The guys whistle as I lead her to the bathroom.

I know this bar. The bathroom has a pretty large window and I push it open.

"Are we going to escape through there?" Raina asks, hesitating.

"No," I tell her quickly. "Get in one of the stalls."

Ray comes in after us. For a second, we stare at each other. I make sure to let him see that I can overpower him in a second if I have to. He gives me a curt nod.

Before anyone else comes to check us out, I push Raina into the stall and pull the door shut after us.

We hear Ray run back to the bar.

"They're gone!" I hear him yell. "They must have gone through the window!"

This is what it all comes down to. If one of them thinks to double-check the bathroom, we're trapped. But they all react as I wanted them to. I hear them jump to their feet and run out to catch us before we get too far.

Raina holds her breath.

I count to five before we run. She takes my hand as we rush through the bar. The guys look after us, confused. Their yells echo after us, but I don't care about them or the tab I left open. Raina and I run.

I
like
her. She hasn't protested once today. Didn't ask questions about why I am doing this or that. She trusted me and she still does. I have to slow down for her, but she's doing her absolute best. I can see that.

She screams when the first bullet flies over our heads. I look back. Better than I feared. One guy for now, but others will follow. We take a sharp turn and wait there.

"Stay behind me," I tell Raina.

The guy comes rushing around the corner, running blindly into me. I waste no time. A quick strike to his throat leaves him choking, doubling over on the ground. He falls to his knees and I slam my foot down on his neck. He falls painfully on his face and drops his gun. I pick it up as spoils of war and we run again.

I was right. Others follow and soon there are bullets only barely missing us.

Cowards. I get that guns are efficient tools of violence, but they're still a coward's weapon. I shoot back to cover our escape, but I would take an honest fight over this anytime.

Raina is still keeping her cool. She takes cover when I tell her to and runs when I order. We're slowly but surely losing Ricky's men. And as we do, my mind returns to what I really want.

When I'm finally sure there is no one left behind us, we take a cab. I let it go around and around to make sure we're not being followed before telling the driver my real address. I tip him well to make sure he doesn't think too much of us.

Then, at last, I'm alone with her.

"
Mine
," I growl at her when I slam the door shut behind us.

"Yours," Raina agrees.

A
s he approaches
me like a predator would its prey, I gulp, backing away. This would be the time to say
no
if I wanted to, my last chance to back away, but the word refuses to associate with Lee. Rationally, I know there are a lot of things we need to talk about, but it doesn't seem to matter. I need him and he needs me and that's as perfectly simple as it gets.

A month ago – it seems like another age – there were some things I was certain wouldn't happen again after I graduated from high school. No more tedious math homework, no climbing up the rope in gym—and no more fucking Lee Mason. And I was quickly proved wrong.

The last time was too quick, too dirty. I mean
amazingly, mind-blowingly good
, of course, but I could have done without the aftermath. I was already dumped by him once, having to watch him walk away from me a second time wasn't an experience I want to repeat. The look in Lee's eyes tells me that won't be the case this time.

I am not backing away because I'm unsure of whether or not I really want him. That much is obvious. The thing I'm worried about is I honestly don't know if I can take him like this. The fiery look in Lee's eyes isn't exactly telling me that he plans to take it nice and slow.

I don't
want
it nice, not from him, but I won't be ripped in two either.

"
Lee
," I warn him, but like on that night, he is unstoppable.

I drown in him. There is no reasoning, no doubts. They all come later, I know.
I remember
. Right now, all I care about is surviving his lust. As soon as the door shuts behind him, Lee is coming my way and I wouldn’t ask him to stop for anything. I want him so bad it’s eating me up inside.

He shrugs off his jacket as he storms me, baring the bulging biceps and the tattoos covering them. I have no time to see what they are before Lee pushes me against the wall and kisses me. It's like he's continuing from where we left off in the club.

There has been only one thing on his mind ever since and it's me and I love it. Lee Mason wants me so much it hurts him. I want to jump with glee, but his kisses are quickly driving me out of my mind.

He keeps me pinned against the wall, his strong body nearly crushing me. My fingers trace,
worship
,
the muscles of his arms, relishing the way they flex in response to my touch. Lee is kissing down my neck, licking, biting as he goes. Marking me, like he used to. I know this is his way and in the heat of the moment I don't mind one bit. I bare my neck to him, letting him suck at the sensitive skin.

He's so close to me, I can hear Lee groan in anticipation. He's grinding himself against me, his lust overpowering him with every second. My body answers him, reacts to every button he pushes.

I feel like a teenager again. In place of the boring, adult sex I've gotten used to, Lee is a force of nature. The guys I've been with always asked if I was fine with this and that,
telling
me to undress instead of ripping my clothes off like Lee does.

We went to bed first and
discussed
the possibility of having sex, but Lee... he reads my desire from the way my body leans into his every touch and I don't utter a single word of protest. I don’t want to. I need him and the hunger is burning me up.

My clothes are nothing to him. He rips my dress like it's made of spider webs, too impatient to even finish that properly. The tear is deep enough to pull it over my shoulders, leaving my body bare for him to ravish. He doesn't pull it off me completely. I think he likes to see his handiwork, the testament of his lust for me.

I am nowhere near as strong as he is. That leaves me with words instead of actions.

"You too," I whisper, tugging his shirt upward when he lets me breathe. "I want to see you."

He chuckles and steps back only for a bit to show me the goods. I can't stop staring as Lee pulls the shirt over his head and his amazing body is revealed to my ravenous gaze at last. His chest looks like it was chiseled from marble. He is breathing heavily and every rise and fall lets me see the muscles play under his skin.

The smug bastard doesn't even resume kissing me. He
likes
being admired, another charming trait he apparently didn't ditch after high school. But with a body like that, who wouldn't? I can't even begin to guess at how much work it takes to stay that fit.

I run my hands over his chest like I'm touching a work of art, and I'm not talking about the tattoos either. I hear his breath hitch. Guys aren't that erogenous there, but I bet it's the way I'm looking at him right now.

"Wow," I say, feeling slightly embarrassed by the comment.

But nothing else comes to mind. He's slick with sweat from our running, but what should be gross is just turning me on like a light, some animalistic urge to give myself to the alpha male.

"Do you
live
at the gym?"

Lee chuckles and gives me a mocking nod. It figures a guy with military background and a career in MMA fighting would be buff, but he looks unreal. I haven't stopped touching him for a second and he lets me.

Only when I slip my hand down to his crotch does Lee jump back to life again. With a feral growl, he pulls me with him to his bedroom and the next thing I know, I'm on my back on his sheets.

He doesn't bother with zippers, buttons, or latches. It's as if he's unwrapping a present he can't wait to have. Lee yanks my dress out of the way and my bra along with it. I yelp in surprise as he tears it in the front. It wouldn't have taken him that long to open it, but I find myself moaning, not protesting.

My pantyhose suffers the same fate as my dress, but he takes time with my panties, sliding them off my legs slowly. I have to lift my legs up into the air for that, baring myself to his gaze.

Lee throws my panties to the floor and covers my body with his own in the next second. I squirm, arching myself off the bed to get more contact with him, but I don't have to ask for it. Lee's hands are exploring every inch of me, squeezing, groping, and caressing me.

"I've waited so long to have you," he growls against my ear, tickling me softly. I grind myself shamelessly against him, needing more of him, every inch of Lee.

"It's only been a month," I tell him, smiling.

Lee gives me a weird look and doesn't comment further.

He climbs off the bed to remove his jeans and I can't help touching myself, rubbing my clit gently when he stands naked above me. Moans escape my mouth, but Lee has amazing self-control when it comes to me adoring him.

Or not
.

I see the moment he decides enough is enough and drops down to lie on top of me again. I only have a second to catch my breath before he cuts off my air with the most demanding kiss.

I am trapped in the cage of his heat and strength, only sobbing whimpers signaling how little I mind. Lee spreads my legs for him with a quick nudge of his thighs. His huge cock throbs against my pussy, so big I still can't believe that it fit.

Lee slides lower and I shiver in pleasure as he licks my tits. He takes one nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. He presses them together, switching between licking my nipples and burying his face between my breasts. Hungry, desperate groans tell me he's as turned on as I am. I wriggle underneath him, aching for more, but I barely have any breath left to tell him that.

"Lee," I moan. "Please."

"Please
what
?" he teases, but I feel the reaction of his cock to me begging him.

On any other day, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he's doing to me, but I'm pushed too far already. His hands feel amazing, but my pussy is so wet I can't stand it anymore. I want him in me, all of him.

"Everything," I whisper. "
Anything
. Touch me—"

He does. Lee pushes one hand between us and slips a finger inside me. It goes without resistance, not nearly enough to sate me. I sob nonetheless, grinding down to meet his thrusts halfway. He keeps his hot mouth on my tits even as he fingers me relentlessly.

In seconds, I'm so close I scream. He isn't the only one who has been dreaming of this happening again. I want to tell him that I'm coming, but I think he knows anyway. He adds a second finger and scissors them inside my pussy, holding my madly thrashing hips in place with his body.

I grasp at the sheets, my lips pressed together. I have to bite my tongue not to cum, but it doesn't help. I scream as the orgasm hits me, a wave of ecstasy washing over me as Lee pushes me over the edge. I tear the sheets, desperately trying to hold onto reality as he keeps up his merciless pace even when I fall back, breathless, spent.

No, Lee doesn't let me off the hook for even a second. The afterglow turns into new arousal quickly as he takes full advantage. I'm so sensitive even the smallest movements of his hands echoes through my entire body, every nerve stimulated. He pushes in a third finger, working me open for his length. Lee thrusts his fingers in as far as they go and I urge him on, with words and gasps and pleas.

I can feel his own resolve cracking, second by second. He was pretty calm when we began, but as I writhe and beg him, Lee almost
shakes
with lust. I can hear his groans turning into desperate, hoarse, uncontrolled grunts.

When I think I can't possibly take his amazing torture anymore, that I will lose my mind in the throes of another orgasm, he gives in too. I suddenly find myself staring into his eyes, wild and feral. He slips between my legs and pushes himself in to the hilt with a single thrust.

I arch off the bed with a cry, panting. He grabs my wrists and pins them down over my head. Then he moves, bending me nearly in two. The angle sends me to heaven and back with every thrust. I'm out of words, out of feelings even. All I can think of is how huge he is, hard as a rock inside me as he slams into my pussy.

I scream. Lee fucks me so hard I think one of two will break: me or the bed. I can hear it knock against the wall with every powerful thrust, feel the bed vibrate underneath me. We both shake from the onslaught of sensations. I'm trembling from head to toe. I love it.

Even with all the preparation and my orgasm to slick his way, Lee still only barely fits. My body adjusts again and again after every thrust and it is the best thing I've ever felt. Being split apart by a cock that huge, all the thrusts feeling like the first. I throw myself as wide open as I can, spreading my legs to let Lee claim me, screaming his name.

I didn't think I was one of those women who could cum so fast after the last orgasm, but there I am. I feel it approaching again, so close I can taste it, when Lee pulls back. A whine of disappointment leaves my throat, but he isn't going anywhere.

"Come here," he orders, his deep voice guttural and harsh.

I obey without question, without doubt. I let him pull me up and flip around to my knees, although I'm not sure if I can stand very long. Lee kneels behind me and slams himself back inside with a throaty cry. I scream for real this time, a high-pitched, frenzied call for him to move.

Lee hears me. He pulls me back onto him by my hair, using it as leverage to settle into a brutal rhythm that leaves me trembling beneath him. I cry out in pain and pleasure. My pussy can only barely take him in full, but I want to, I
need
to.

"Yes, yesss, oh fuck yes Lee, don't stop, please don't stop...." I plead.

He has no apparent intention of stopping. His wild, savage thrusts are bringing the pain back to the fore, but I'm so close it no longer matters. I try to hold onto my world spinning out of control, fisting my hands into the sheets and letting Lee use my body as he wants.

He is close too. I feel the way his hands keep slipping off my ass and the way his grunts get deeper. I grit my teeth and press my lips together in a hopeless attempt to keep the orgasm at bay, but I can't,
I can't, I
—

I cum so hard I collapse on the pillows, gasping for air, but Lee barely notices. He grabs my hips, re-establishing his hold and then pounds into me so fast I think I'll black out under the strength of them. His groans are broken now, his movements erratic.

Lee presses his fingers painfully into my skin, but I welcome his passion, and moan in pleasure as he cums, crying out. He thrusts one, two, three more times as I feel his hot cum spill into my pussy and then we both fall. He slides out of me and we don't say a word for a full minute.

The only thing I can hear is our rapid breathing, trying to restore the normal rhythm. I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard. Compared to this, what Lee and I did in high school was child's play. Every inch of me is tingling with the sweet sensation of my satisfaction. All my limbs buzz silently. I feel like my body shut itself down to replenish my strength.

I feel my eyes flicker shut, sense the exhaustion taking over me. The last thing I feel before I fall asleep is Lee pulling me into his arms. It feels nice and warm and safe.