Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) (4 page)

Knox

Her laughter was the sweetest sound I ever heard, beautiful and lively. It’s what I imagined she always sounded like before life was so cruel to her. It was a damn shame that circumstances hardened her so badly. She deserved better than that. But, so did so many others. Zoey didn’t deserve the hand she was dealt either, yet she got it anyway. Life was a total bitch, picking and choosing its victims at random. What Mila went through was unfortunate, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t change for her.

I chased after her, purposely letting her think she was faster than me. I really just wanted her to enjoy the moment as long as she could. And I was enjoying the way her ass swayed in those jean shorts. She had an end table ass that was perfectly round and begging for me to sink my fingers into the soft flesh. The thought propelled me forward and, as I caught up to her, I swept her off her feet. We spun around, her legs trailing behind before catching up and planting back down onto solid ground.

She was still laughing and dammit if it didn’t make me smile like a fucking idiot. Her arms linked around my neck, and she looked at me with those beautiful fuck-me eyes. “You caught me. Now what?”

I brushed her hair behind her ear, letting my finger trail slowly down to her neck. Her breath caught as my finger continued its path. “My bed. You naked and spread wide, waiting for me,” I said, unable to control my desires.

Her tongue dabbed her lip, and it took all the restraint I had not to crush my mouth to hers.

“I thought this was date? No food?”

“I’ll give you something to eat,” I said with a wink, and she rolled her eyes, which only turned me on more. “Look, I had every intention of taking you out to a nice restaurant, but we’re going to have to save that for another day because if I’m not inside of you soon, I might explode.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” she said and took my hand, walking back in the direction of my truck.

My eyes lingered on her legs, admiring the shapely calf muscles and tight thighs. I imagined her thighs squeezing my head as I licked her tight little pussy. Her body convulsing beneath my mouth as I drove her to the edge, and then stopped just before she was about to come so I could fuck her into a pleasure-filled daze.

I handed the valet my ticket, and waited for him to pull the truck around. Mila turned toward me and cupped my cock, gently squeezing it, making me even fucking harder.

She stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her tits against my chest. “Mmm, I see you’re excited about something,” she said, hot against my ear, sending a chill down my neck.

I snaked my arm around her, grabbing a handful of her ass, and hauling her close so she could really feel how hard I was. “You have no idea.” 

“Tell me,” she said, as she dragged her tongue across my lobe. She sucked it into her mouth, sliding it between her teeth and lightly biting.

My fingers dug deeper into her ass as I tried to keep myself from fucking her right there.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she said, pressing kisses to my neck.

“I want to worship every inch of your body. Suck and lick.” I pinched her nipple between my fingers. “ From here to…” Very slowly, I trailed my finger down her tit to her stomach to the hem of her jeans. I slipped my hand beneath the material, and swiped a finger across her pussy. “Here.”

The roar of my truck came up behind us, and I casually pulled my hand out, dipping it into my pants pocket. Mila’s eyes met mine, passion-filled, and crazed with lust. It was exactly how I wanted her.

“Your keys, sir,” the valet said, and I turned with a smile.

“Thank you.” I handed him the payment, plus an extra ten as Mila climbed into the truck.

“Oh, thank you, sir. That is very kind,” the valet said when he looked down at the cash in his hand.

“You’re welcome, buddy,” I said, patting him on the back as I took off toward the driver seat, my eyes solely stuck on Mila. She was shimmying in her seat, and had a mischievous grin on her lips. I hopped in, and went to put the truck in drive when my hand landed on red lace.

I hooked my finger around the band and held up the thong. A smile tugged at my lips, and I glanced over at her.

“They just get in the way,” she said with a shrug.

I grabbed her thigh and spread her wide. I pulled onto the street as I lifted a finger to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, twirling around the tip, and then greedily taking it between her lips. She bobbed her head up and down, getting my finger wet and ready for her.

I pulled it out, dragging it down her lips, as she slumped into the seat. I slid between her legs, pushing a finger into her wetness. Her body arched as she let out a sexy-as-hell moan. She licked her lips, and latched onto my arm. She rocked back and forth, and side to side, controlling her own pleasure.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck my finger.”

“Oh god!” she screamed out, her body moving faster and harder.

Her head fell back, her body bucking toward release. I felt her muscles tighten and, just as she was about to come, I pulled out.

“What…” Her breaths came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling with each one. “Are you doing?” she finally managed.

“If you’re going to come, I want it to either be on my face or with my cock buried inside you.”

“Then you better hurry up, and get us to where we’re going,” she said, still breathing heavy.

“Your wish is my command,” I joked, as I pulled up to the black wrought iron gates that hid my house from the street. I hit the button that opened the gates, and drove up the long driveway to my six-car garage.

“Holy shit,” Mila said, sitting up in her seat and looking out the window. “You really are fucking loaded.”

I laughed as I watched her staring in awe.

“You have a fucking basketball court!” she exclaimed.

“Legal size.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” she joked. “I bet you have an Olympic-sized swimming pool, too.”

“How’d you know?”

“Are you kidding me?! I was joking.”

I winked. “Me too.”

She swatted my shoulder. “You ass.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I do have a pool, though, complete with a diving board and slide. You’re welcome to it any time you’d like.”

I pulled into the garage between the Bentley and the Beemer then hopped out to open Mila’s door.

“How many cars do you need?” Mila asked as she stepped down.

“The Bentley was a gift. Sebastian bought it for me for my twenty-fifth birthday. The Beemer, too. He gave me that the next year for my twenty-sixth birthday.”

“Wow, nice gifts,” Mila said, but I was already sick of talking. We had something we needed to finish. I hoisted her up, and she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. I went right to the elevator that would bring us to the third floor where my bedroom was. “You have got to be kidding me,” she exclaimed as I stepped inside and pressed the up button.

“Stick with me, baby. I’m full of surprises.”

“You’re out of your mind is what you are.”

“Only when it comes to you,” I growled, as I pressed her back to the wall of the elevator and captured her mouth with mine. She moaned as I slid my tongue past the crease, and she met me thrust for thrust.

Her nails tangled in my hair as I ripped her shirt aside, and dipped my head to the swell of her tits. I dragged my tongue down the beautiful mound, and shoved the bra out of my way. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and nibbled until it was a tight bud.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, hauling my mouth away from the soft flesh of her tits and bringing my lips to the crook of her neck.

“I want you,” she cried out.

“How do you want me?” I growled against her ear. I cupped her tit, massaging it.

“Any way I can get you,” she moaned.

“You want my cock inside your tight little pussy?”

I bit her nipple, and she screamed out. “Yes. Oh yes!”

The elevator doors opened, and I carried her to my bedroom. I kicked the door open, and went right to my massive bed, dropping Mila in the middle. I ripped my clothes off as she discarded hers. I crawled on top of her, urging her legs apart with my knee. 

She grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to her mouth. Her tongue swiped at my bottom lip, and then dipped inside. She was driving me fucking crazy. I had been with many women, but none of them were ever able to undo me the way Mila did.

“Fuck me,” she breathed. “Please.”

Her begging went right to my cock, making it rock solid. I cupped her face, wanting to see her as my cock slid into her. Her eyes were wild with lust, pleading with me to give her what she wanted. I didn’t waste another second. I thrust into her, hard and deep.

She gasped, and her body arched into me. I held her close, as I pumped in and out of her. Her muscles tightened almost instantly, desperate for the release I denied her earlier. I found her swollen nub with my thumb and rubbed circles. A loud moan fell from her lips, and I bent down muffling the noise between our lips.

Her hand latched onto my head, and she held my forehead to hers, as our motions synced and became one.

“Come for me, baby.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“No, open your eyes,” I demanded. “I want you to know who is making you come.”

“I know,” she murmured. “It’s only you.”

“Good girl,” I said, grabbing her waist and flipping her until she straddled me. I sat on the edge of the bed, her legs securely locked around me. Our bodies were slick against each other, making it easy to continue our rhythm. “Now, come for me.”

She rocked into me, her eyes boring into mine. Her nose twitched, and then her lip, until her whole body was convulsing against me. Her head fell against mine, and I reached up, knotting my fingers in her hair.

“That’s right, baby,” I said, holding her while she rode out each delicious wave. When she fell limply against my chest, I stood up and pumped into her. She cried out, her nails digging into my back, as I delivered blow after blow. My balls tightened and, with one final thrust, I shot my seed deep inside her. 

Mila

I had been with Knox almost every day since that day I almost killed Mackenzie. She still wasn’t speaking to me, even though she still expected me to do her laundry and wash her fucking dishes. Our apartment was small, but, with the tension between the two of us, it seemed even smaller. It got to the point that I was happy to see her leave. Once she did, I could relax. Then, Knox would come over and I’d get to just be me. Not Starr the stripper, or Mila the mom. I was just me, and it felt good. I almost forgot what it was like.

Knox’s fight was two days away, and he was spending more time at the gym with his coach. He was training hard, and had put himself on a very strict diet. His self-discipline was honorable and something I respected. 

The front door slammed shut, which meant Mackenzie had left for school. I peered out the blinds and made sure she got on the bus before making a second cup of coffee. There was a note on the counter, and I swiped it up. Post-it notes had become Mackenzie’s form of communication.

I looked at the black ink on the small yellow piece of paper.
Need tampons.

God forbid she picked them up herself. I dropped the paper back on the counter, and went back to my coffee when my heart nearly stopped. I ran to the calendar, and started to count the days. Oh no. No. No. No.

I counted again because I clearly counted wrong. But, no matter how many times I recounted, it always came up the same.

It had been thirty-five days since my last period. My period was like clockwork. Always had been ever since I went on the pill at eighteen. Knox and I hadn’t used condoms, too caught up in the moment to remember. But, I’m on the pill. I couldn’t get pregnant.

Could I?

My heart raced, beating frantically in my chest. My breaths came in short gasps, and I fell to the floor. I put my head in between my legs because I remember seeing somewhere that it could help if you were hyperventilating, which I think I was.

This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t. I took deep breaths trying to calm myself down. Trying to get my shit together long enough to think.

My phone rang, and Knox’s name flashed on my screen. I threw the phone like it was a bomb about to detonate. How could I talk to him right now? See him. No. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get away.

I grabbed my keys and phone, and took off. I didn’t have work for another seven hours, but I needed to talk to someone. Ariana was the closest thing to a friend I had. I’d originally become close with her so that her husband, the owner of Honey Pot, wouldn’t try to sleep with me like he did with every other girl that worked the stage. But, it turned out she was a good person who filled the void my mother’s death created.

I went to her for advice and valued her opinion. In my panic, she was the only thing I could think of. I got to Honey Pot, and went through the back door. There were a few girls I didn’t recognize getting ready. All the new girls got stuck with the shitty early hours. It was basically an audition to see if they were worthy enough to make it to the primetime slots. I never had to do the early shift. Ariana had told me it was because it was clear I had what it took to be a star. That’s how my nickname came about.

Ariana was always at the club early, checking out the new girls, and making sure everything was running smoothly before the night crowd arrived. I found her at the bar, a glass of pinot in front of her.

“Sweetie, what are you doing…What’s the matter?” she asked as she saw my face. Her eyebrows furrowed as much as they could with all the Botox she had in her forehead.

“I’m freaking out,” I said, pacing in front of her, unable to sit down.

“Is it Mackenzie? Is she in trouble again?”

“No,” I managed.

“Then, what is it? It can’t be that bad. It’s not like you’re pregnant.”

I stopped pacing and stared at her. Her brown eyes widened. “Oh, honey. Are you sure?”

“I always get my period on time. It’s five days late. Five!”

“You didn’t take a test?”

I shook my head as I bit my nails.

“Don’t panic until you take a test. Do you need me to go get you one?” she asked, resting her hand on my forearm and urging my nails from my mouth.

“No, I could go. I can’t be pregnant, Ari. I can’t.”

“Why not? You’d be a great mother, and Knox is a great guy. Plus, he could take care of you.”

“I don’t need him to take care of me. I can take care of myself,” I snapped and then, instantly, I felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I’m just on edge.”

“Understandable. Why don’t you go to the drug store? Take a test, and then we decide if you need to panic or not.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “I can do that. I’m going to go do that.”

Ariana walked me out to the car and gave me a hug. “You sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Call me,” she said, as more of a command than a suggestion.

“I will.”

I got in the car, and took off toward the nearest drug store, praying the entire way.

You’d be a great mother.
Ari’s words echoed in my mind. How could she even say that? I fucked my baby sister up. She was a criminal with a record, and a self-centered brat who had no regard for anyone but herself. Some great mother I was.

My phone rang, and I took it out of my bag. It was Knox, again. I wanted to answer it. Talk to him. Have him meet me at this drug store, and hold my hand as I picked up a pregnancy test. Things were going so well. I was happy. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was happy. That’s what happened when you allowed yourself to hope.

Knox was the type who needed a wife and a family. A girl that could give him all of those things, and that just wasn’t me.  So, I slid the bar to dismiss the call, turned my phone off, and then headed into the drugstore. Alone. Just the way it was meant to be.