FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (31 page)

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The sun gave up earlier and earlier each day. The security light that hung seven bricks under the white chipping paint outlined with red that was once the proud moniker of Southside flickered on.

Taggers had covered much of the lower half of most of the buildings in bright graphic graffiti lettering. The brilliant colors only made the hand painted twelve-foot expanse of ‘Southside Gym’ look more like a faded ghost than the place where two former Golden Gloves winners used to train and guide hopeful fighters to their potential.

It was also the only place Larry spent any time to guide his sons. As bad as he was at every other aspect of parenting, he knew how to form boys into fighting machines. He carved Cameron out of fire and stone from the moment he was out of diapers but before he knew he could make different choices.

Cameron felt the weight of the now broken icon as he looked down at this phone to check the time. He texted Victoria as he did every day to let her know he was on the way to pick her up. Today, she said she would be right out, no need to come in.

She was still trying to fight off the obvious fact that they were together. Roger knew, which meant Larry probably knew.

But, neither of them gave two monkey shits about things that didn’t benefit them. Unless you were offering them a bucket of money to save their selfish asses, they didn’t care much about what anyone else did, even their own kids.

The way the sun lowered itself like a theater curtain behind the building only added more iron plates to the weight Cameron felt on his shoulders. Maybe it was time for this to all blow-up and teach those two selfish asses a lesson. But, it wasn’t them, it was her and it was all the years they had all spent here.

Reggie knew something was up. Cameron couldn’t focus on his workout, his sparring partner, a kid with barely any hair on his balls had landed a high kick to Cameron’s chin practically knocking him over. The poor kid’s eyes glowed first with pride, then fear.

“Dude, where are you, man? Are you here to train or are you here to be schooled?”

Reggie waved off the young fighter who bounced out of the ring with a sigh of relief.

“I’m just off, man. Bring him back, let’s finish.”

“You are finished. It’s your head, Cameron; it’s not your body. You don’t get your head right; there’s no use training your body. What’s the deal? I’m not here to waste my time either, so spill it —”

Besides Vic and Asher, Reggie had to be the only other human on the planet that Cameron trusted.

“Dude — I got shit going on. Fucking Dad and Roger are into Topher for big, you know that. Time’s running out, and he’s coming. It’s a shit storm man.”

“You want to pull out of the fight? No dishonor man, if you can’t focus, it’s not going to do you any good to fuck up the fight in front of Simon Reed. He’s been in touch man; they’ve got their eye on you. He see’s something in you, but they’ve got doubts. You fuck up the fight with Jake and that door is shut. You cancel, you may still be able to keep their interest. But, you gotta decide man.”

He couldn’t tell him the rest. Cameron didn’t know what he was going to do, and if anyone ever got wind he threw a fight it wasn’t just his potential career, it could ruin Reggie’s rep and in this world, you were only as good as your reputation.

“Cameron — I’m here with you. You know that. I’ve got your back no matter what. But, you need to decide where you’re at.”

“I’m here man; I want to —”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re not here. Take the night. We’re done for today. Come in here tomorrow with your head out of your ass or I’m pulling you from the fight myself. Now get out. Do what you gotta do, meditate, kick someone’s ass, get some mastermind plot to overthrow Topher’s kingdom, I don’t care. But figure it out then come back tomorrow and we’ll see where you are. That’s it. Go on.”

Reggie spun, and Cameron watched him wave his hand in the air and some wannabe in the corner on the bag came running. An hour of Reggie’s time was like training gold, and there were plenty of willing fighters who would gladly take Cameron’s place.

Sitting in the car, he twisted the ‘Amateur Champion’ medallion from when he was 19 that hung from his keychain. His instinct was to grab her and drive, get them away from here and close door behind them. What was happening to him? The old Cameron would be long gone by now. Fuck the gym, he should grab her and be gone. Instead, he felt the heavy silence inside his head.

They made this mess, not him. Why weren’t Roger and Larry the ones hanging their heads and trying to figure out a solution? They would have sacrificed her to clean their own asses.

He felt like he was in the Bermuda triangle, every time he thought he had it figured out, there was a brick wall. He needed her, right fucking now. It was the only thing he thought might clear his head.

His hand curled around the chrome door handle as a streak of light escaped the building and the green metal door squeaked, and he saw that smile.

Whatever happened, Cameron knew she wouldn’t be a currency in this game any longer. Even if it meant wrapping her up and crossing ten state lines to get her away, he would do whatever it took.

“Hey.” He met her at the passenger door, taking her lips before she had a chance to say anything.

“Cam —” She was a little breathless, but she looked around to be sure no one was watching.

“Stop. Get in, little girl.”

Even with all the other drums beating inside his head, as soon as he smelled that soft, floral scent of whatever girly shampoo she used, his brain shut off, and his dick took the damn reins.

“Where are we going?” She bit her lip, her telepathy on point because she could feel the tension.

“We’re going back home, gotta take the dogs out and feed them. And, I have a surprise for you. Then, we’re going to dinner. Like a real date, you deserve to be treated like a princess for once in your life.”

“We don’t have to go out. I’m fine staying in —”

That insecure beat down little girl didn’t know her own value. Didn’t realize she deserved every treasure the world had to offer.

They spent most of their time in bed, or on the couch, or in the shower, but Cameron managed to take her out a couple times a week. It was her own nerves that kept them shut in most of the time. Well, that and his over needy cock. They were usually too exhausted to think about going out.

“Uh huh, well, we’re still going out. So, get used to the idea. It’s a nice fucking place, so I got you something to wear.”

“What? You —”

Cameron could hear the protests coming, he cut her off like a New York cab driver.

“
Stop
— no more. You can talk about anything else, but I’m taking you out, you’re dressing up, and that’s it.” His words came out harsher than intended and out of the corner of his eye he saw her draw away.

She had come out of her shell more than he thought she would in such a short time, especially when it was just the two of them. But, she was still having a hard time understanding her own value. Her own beauty. Cameron knew he had to work harder to make sure she walked with her head high both inside the bedroom and out in the real world.

Before he took his next breath, her hand hovered over to his side of the car, landing on his knee and giving him a squeeze.

“Maybe I need a little guidance before we go out —”

Her other hand pulled on the chain around her neck as she ran her hand up the inside seam of his jeans lighting a match to the fuse that was connected directly to his now hard as fuck dick.

When she came out of her shell like this, Cameron just about lost his damn mind. His babygirl knew how to pull his strings when it came to their fun time, and it only infused his already overly needy, demanding as hell cock.

“Maybe.”

Cameron put his foot to the floor as Vic’s laughter sounded like wind chimes and her head bounced against the headrest as the Camaro’s tires squealed. There were so many things about her that were still so innocent, so childlike and free; it only made his dick harder as she laughed and ran her hand up his leg.

Cameron had every intention of getting them home, cleaned up, and out the door to dinner without a detour. But the damn banner was already flying high and suddenly making it on time for their reservations didn’t seem nearly as important as getting her naked and under his tongue.

It’s a damn miracle I got us through the damn door in one piece. Girl is on fire tonight.

Inside the house, Cameron flicked only two of the locks shut behind them before he was on her mouth again. His tongue found home and he heard the little-hitched moan in her throat as he spun her around and scooped her up like a doll and ascended the stairs without ever detaching their lips.

He could hear the dogs scratching at the porch door, but the poor pooches would have to wait a little longer. Daddy dog had business to take care of.

His gift was propped up in a cream colored gift box, a turquoise blue ribbon tied around like a soft belt on the cushioned white chair in the corner of the room.

Every moment with her still felt new, the burning, savage need that welled up inside him not diminished since that first moment when they tipped over from whatever they were before to what they were now.

“Naked. Now.”

Cameron gave her a few inches to step back, shoved his hands into his pockets and watched as she complied. Her fingers lifted the uniform gray t-shirt off the amazing swell of her tits, dropped the confining fabric of her bra, and then kicked off her jeans, leaving her naked and stunning in front of him.

“How do you get more beautiful every day?”

He could see her hands twitch, it had taken a good ten days before her habit of crossing her arms over her belly or her chest had stopped. It had also taken a few times over his knee, the last time she had discovered what his leather belt felt like across her ass, and that seemed to have solved the problem.

But, old habits die hard, and he could see that lingering flicker of doubt. That would only resolve with time. She had grown into someone more independent and free than he had ever seen her before, and it gave him a swell of pride knowing she was beginning to place the rightful value on herself.

“Come here. Right fucking here.” He pointed to an invisible spot on the floor six inches in front of him.

She liked when he ordered her. Which worked out well, because Cameron was a crazy, dirty fuck, and he liked giving the damn orders.

He could see the goosebumps on her double ‘D’s, her nipples already pulling together into dark rose buds. She had even gotten more comfortable with the Daddy play. She understood it was dominance, not some freakish pedophile thing. And, it made her crazy hot just as he knew it would.

Cameron’s fingertips followed the soft curve of her shoulder, down past her fingertips and squeezed the lush flesh of her fabulous ripe ass while she stood stone still, looking up, waiting for instruction.

He ran one hand around the front of her hips, moving slowly downward tickling her in that sensitive spot where her hip and her thigh met — just a few inches below her panty line and he felt her body quake.

“You want me to touch you?”

She pulled that lower lip between her teeth and Cameron felt like someone punched him in the gut. Her cheeks were turning rose red, and her eyelids were already falling to half mast, fluttering like dragonfly wings.

“Yes, please.”

He had taught her well, she knew they were playing now, and she was joining right in like a natural.

Cameron ran his hand down the crease between her body and her outer lips, slowly, tracing a line until he heard little gasping whimpers coming from that place deep inside her that hold her most desperate needs.

“Like this?” He kept his voice low, steady.

He teased her outer lips, slowly running back and forth — one finger on each side. She was already flowing out like a river, and that hitch in her breath only make him swallow hard, trying to hold onto the mind he was about to lose.

“Inside,
God, please
, put your fingers inside—”

Even a week ago she would have been far too embarrassed to ask for what she wanted. She quickly began to own her needs, and that only made Cameron hotter than Vegas in July when she took responsibility for her own pleasure.

“Good girl —” Cameron slipped two fingers into her heated cunt, and he felt her knees buckle, then she steadied, and her face dropped; her hair hanging down as she whimpered somewhere between desperation and bliss.

He felt time slow as it always did when they were like this, his fingers gliding in her slick flow back and forth, watching and feeling her for every signal. Cameron slipped his free hand behind her neck, cradling her head as he felt himself tightening like a spring as his digits danced inside her.

“Tell me what you want —” He whispered low into her ear.

“Inside —” Her voice came out in gaspy lurch, the one word sounded like it pained her.

“Who do you belong to?” He toyed with the chain around the back of her neck where he felt the weight of her head in his hand.