Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (118 page)

Chapter 4

              Crystal gawked at the fallen man.  She felt the shiver of a déjà vu latch onto her body as she remembered how he had handled the men who had harassed her.  He had one hell of a punch that was for sure.  With the match over, Scott made his way out of the arena, back into the locker room.  Crystal followed him, impressed.  He almost seemed to have an aura, one that made her want to follow him, to know more about him.  The mysterious feeling made her go after him, right into the locker room.  As she entered the room, she lost sight of him. Surely he was behind one of the rows of lockers. 

              She turned the corner and looked between two rows of lockers. Her eyes went large as she saw Scott getting changed.  Her eyes were glued to him, seeing his now naked body before her.  She quickly hid behind the lockers, peeking her head forward ever so slightly so she could watch him.  Biting her lip, her mind worked in naughty ways, reminding her how much pleasure a man like that could give her.  She was consumed by the desire to have him, every last inch of him, deep inside of her. 

              But eventually, he was dressed once more, his god-like body now tucked away under the fabric of his clothes.  Crystal sighed in disappointment, a little too loud.  Scott looked up quickly, spotting the woman peeking at him.  He smirked in reaction, seeing her flushed cheeks.  Someone liked what they saw.  Pretending not to notice, he got up, walking in her direction. 

              Crystal, hearing his footsteps get closer, moved away, heading for the door, trying to act naturally as she leaned against the doorway, smoothing down her hair even as the guilty expression gave her away.  As he saw her again, Scott chuckled but didn’t bring up the fact that she had been staring at him. 

              “Hey.”  He finally said, making her look up.  She tried to smile and look innocent, but was doing a horrible job of it as her eyes slowly lingered down to the slight bulge in his pants.  He raised an eyebrow at her, a silent question, flying between the two of them, making Crystal blush even more. 

              Slowly, Scott reached out, his hand gently touching her cheek, holding her face as his own got closer, making her heart beat just a little faster.  He looked into her bright blue eyes as his own gray ones sparkled with mischief.  “Let’s get you home.”  He finally said, letting go of her now burning cheek. 

              Crystal eventually nodded, looking at the UFC fighter.  She couldn’t quite understand him.  One minute he was quiet, with a stone cold expression, but now he seemed gentle and flirtatious.  Biting her lip, she followed him as he navigated his way out of the building until they were outside once more. 

              The sun was shining with its midmorning glory, making the blonde highlights in Crystal’s hair and the sequins on her bra shine.  Scott however, paid no mind to these small details as he got on his bike, holding out his helmet to the girl.  She took it, putting it on before getting comfortable against him, wrapping her arms around his strong torso once more. 

              After she told him her address, they were riding along the interstate, the wind crashing into their bent over bodies.  Crystal felt adrenaline course through her body as she felt the speed of their movement much more pronounced than when she traveled in a car.  She smiled, enjoying the sense of adventure it instilled in the pit of her stomach. 

              By the time Scott pulled up to her house, she was sad to let him go.  She had grown so comfortable with her body pressed into his that she didn’t want to get off the bike. But when the awkwardness of idleness settled between them, she felt the need to move. 

              She stood there a moment, before handing back his helmet.  He took it with a longing in his eyes as they swept over her body.  As he did this, Crystal looked at his face.  Her eyes soon caught the sight of a thin line of crimson making its way down his cheek.  “You’re hurt…”  She whispered, gently reaching out and touching his cheek. 

              He didn’t move as her fingers ran over the tender area on his face.  “Last week, someone got me good.  It hasn’t healed properly since.”  He explained, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. 

              “I see… well if you come inside… I can get you a Band-Aid or something.”  She said, her blue eyes searching his.  Her offer had a dual purpose.  On one hand, she really did want to take care of his injury, on the other, she wanted to keep him close for just a moment longer.  He thought about it for a bit, before nodding, not seeing the harm in entering this girl’s home for a minute. 

              She smiled, walking toward the door, only to curse under her breath.  “Shoot… my keys were in my purse… which those jerks took of course…”  Scott looked at her for a moment. 

              “Any open windows?”  He asked her suddenly.  She looked at him curiously.

              “No…”  Scott sighed before he pulled something out of his pocket.  It looked like a pocket knife with a multitude of different extensions.  Leaning down, he looked at the lock, fiddling with it, using a thick needle like attachment to jimmy the lock.  With a push of his shoulder against the door, it swung open.

              “How did you do that?”  Crystal asked, surprised. 

              “Practice,” he said simply, walking into the house, without further instruction from her part.   

Chapter 5

              “Well isn’t it comforting to know someone can break into my home in less than five minutes…”  Crystal whispered before walking into her home.  Scott was already making himself comfortable, sitting on the counter, his legs swinging as he took a bite out of a peach that was lying in the fruit basket nearby. 

              Crystal stared at him a little shocked that he would be so brass, but nevertheless as she looked at the thin line of blood still clinging to his cheek, she ventured into the bathroom.  She grabbed a bandage and a little antiseptic spray, before walking back over to him, entering the kitchen, her heels clicking loudly against the tile floor. 

              Scott kept his eyes glued to her, watching her every move as her nimble fingers started to peel the backing of the bandage.  “This might sting.”  She suddenly said, spraying his cut.  Once again he didn’t flinch, confirming Crystal’s assumption that he had a high pain tolerance.  Slowly she started to dab at his cheek, trying to be gentle as she cleaned off the blood. 

              As she focused on her task, she didn’t notice their faces naturally gravitating towards each other.  “Crystal…”  Scott’s rough voice whispered softly, giving it a husky consistency.  Crystal looked up, a little surprised.  As she did, their eyes locked and their lips were inches apart, their breaths mingling together in the small gap that denied them a kiss. 

              Scott however, destroyed this gap by leaning forward, forcing their lips together as his hands rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her soft hair, pulling it ever so slightly as the kiss intensified.  Crystal, by nature and desire, found herself quickly kissing back, moving closer to the counter, until she was standing between his legs. 

              “Let’s flip things around, shall we?”  Scott said, after breaking away from the kiss.  He jumped down and an instant later his hands were on Crystal’s hips, hoisting her onto the counter.  He sat her down before getting between her legs, pulling her face to his once more, kissing her deeply.  Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, pulling him closer as her arms met behind his neck, their kiss turning into a full out make-out session. 

              Scott slowly removed her jacket, letting it fall onto the counter.  His fingertips ran up her bare arms, giving her goosebumps.  As his hands reached her shoulders, they found her bra straps and slowly moved them aside.  After this, he broke away from the kiss, making Crystal whimper softly, looking at him as his lips traveled down her neck  to her bare shoulder, kissing it gently before his hands crept behind her back, unlatching her bra with ease as if he had countless instances of practice. 

              Crystal blushed softly as her chest was exposed.  Her nipples hardened in response to the chilly air that now nicked against them.  Scott’s lips moved from one shoulder and then traveled over her collar bone to the other, his kisses small and subtle, teasing her with the lack of more intimate touch. 

              Her breath was becoming more ragged now as she tried to ease herself into relaxing, letting him take control.  Her patience quickly paid off as his hands traveled down her sides, before moving upwards once more, finally landing on her perky breasts.  “Mmm…”  He cooed as his lips jumped from her collarbone, down to her breasts, continuing with the trend of small kisses, covering them with goosebumps. 

              Crystal hadn’t felt this way in a long time.  She could feel the excitement build up between her thighs and Scott seemed to sense it too, because as his lips gave her breasts the utmost attention, one of his hands traveled down her stomach until finally reaching her pants.  His hand slowly moved to her ass, gently squeezing it before both of his hands were holding onto her as he picked her up and carried her through the house. 

              Soon enough, he tossed her onto the bed, taking off his shirt as he got onto the bed, getting between her now sprawled out legs.  Quickly, he yanked off her pants, grinning as he saw the skimpy thong she was wearing.  His finger hooked onto the thin string, pulling it tightly, making her moan out softly for a moment.  “Sexy…”  He winked, before leaning down, his teeth latching onto the thin material and with a single yank of his head he ripped it off her body. 

              Crystal’s eyes grew large as he did this, as the lips between her legs glistened with excitement.  Subtly, she opened up her legs a little more, offering herself to him, wanting him like she had wanted nothing else in the world.  In this moment, all she needed was him. 

              “Someone is excited… I wonder what is going through that naughty mind of yours.  Is it the thought of my dick deep inside of you?  I know you saw me in the locker room, your face red with excitement… you liked what you saw.”  He teased her, his lips and fingers running all along her now naked body as he said these words.  Slowly he moved down his tongue, darting out, tasting her for the first time.  He paused for a second, a smirk on his face as their eyes locked. 

              All of sudden he attacked her eager lips with his tongue, allowing it to travel all over her, finding all her sweet spots, making her moan out in pleasure.  His dick sprung to life in his pants but he ignored it for the moment, more concerned with pleasing her.  So he continued his assault on her body, making her scream out for more. 

              Eventually, his fingers came into play, bringing another element of pleasure to her body.  After one, two, and then even three orgasms she was panting with desire, her body on edge from the constant stimulus.  And this was just the beginning as she looked up, seeing Scott finally unbuttoning his pants.

Chapter 6

              By the end of their sexual adventure the sun was setting and the day had passed in their euphoria.  Crystal completely spent after her experience was now asleep.  Scott looked down at her, slowly moving the hair out of her face before getting up and getting dressed.  She had been fun, but he just wasn’t the man of long-term relationships, at least not anymore.

              Once, he had believed in love, but now it was a foreign concept he no longer understood.  With that thought, he walked out of her home, expecting never to see her again.  And indeed, when Crystal woke up and saw Scott gone, she got the message loud and clear.  She had just been a one night stand.  She was numb, thinking herself dumb for believing he could be different, that he could be one that would stay in her bed, someone who would wake up by her side. 

              Well, if he didn’t want to see her, she wasn’t about to go crawling back to him.  So they avoided each other, keeping to their respective parts of the city.  Of course, their minds wandered often, going back to their amazing day together. When that happened, however, they would push the thought to the back of their minds, thinking it was out of the way, not knowing it was festering there.  The more they tried to forget about each other, the more that same thought came back. It was a vicious circle.

              As the weeks passed by, Crystal assumed her normal life routine once again.  It was her day off and she was in yoga pants and a loose sweatshirt, sitting on the couch watching TV.  There was nothing on and Crystal sighed, flicking through the channels aimlessly. As she did, she suddenly stopped as she stared at Scott’s face on the TV. 

              Quickly, she turned up the volume, wanting to know about the media interest.  “Scott Wayne making history with his one punch knock-out.  His stats are now 19-0.  Will there be anyone who will break his winning streak?”  The reporter asked the audience, expecting no answer.  “Now we will take you to the live interview with Wayne himself.”  The screen changed to the arena that Crystal remembered well. 

              Scott was standing there, sweat covering his body as he breathed heavily.  He had a few cuts and bruises here and there and his lip was bleeding.  As usual, there was a serious look on his face as the news reporter stood next to him.  “How does it feel to emerge victorious tonight?”  He asked, before placing the microphone under Scott’s lips.  Crystal shivered as she focused on those lips, remembering all they had done to her.  How she wished she could feel that sensation once more. 

              Sighing, she tried to listen to his words.  “Good,” he said curtly.  The reporter looked a little annoyed as Scott kept giving him one-word answers or grunts as responses.  Crystal chuckled, recognizing this personality trait.  But who was she kidding, he was a one night stand and they wouldn’t be together, so why was she suddenly acting so interested in his career. 

              She turned off the TV and got up, going to bed.  In the morning, while running errands, all she could hear was the word Scott roaming around the city.  Everyone was excited to see him reach his twentieth undefeated match.   It was rumored that someone big wanted to contract him, to bring him to a bigger stage, like New York City.

              While Crystal tried to convince herself that she had no interest in his life, she still kept tabs on him.  A part of her wanted him to lose, so he would remain in the city.  She didn’t want him to leave.   She believed that if he left, then the possibility of being with him again would be destroyed completely.  She knew it was a slim chance with him in town, but a small hope was better than nothing. 

              She was now in the back room of
Bottoms Up
, looking through the newspaper, reading the latest article on him.  She stared at the small picture in the corner for a moment, forgetting about her surroundings. 

              “I didn’t know you were the reading type.”  A rough female voice sounded behind her.  Crystal whipped around, looking at her best friend, Tiffany. 

              “Tiff… you scared me.”  She whispered softly, trying to hide her newspaper. 

              “Now… don’t hide that from me… I already caught you in the act.”  She chuckled, before grabbing the newspaper out of Crystal’s hands.  She looked at the article and smirked.  “Interested in the fighter too?”  She grinned.  “He’s a hunk isn’t he?” 

              Crystal hesitantly nodded, before snatching the paper back.  “I sort of had a one night stand with him.  Long story.”  She mumbled, putting the newspaper in her locker and closing it. 

              Her friend looked intrigued now.  “Oh?” She got close and whispered, “Do tell…”  Crystal blushed as the beautiful woman got closer to her. 

              “It’s a long story.” 

              “I have time.” 

              “No, you don’t.”  A voice sounded from the door.  “You’re on.”  Tiffany pouted, looking at her friend for a moment. 

              “I can tell, you like him.  You should go for it, sweetie.  What’s the worst that can happen?”  She asked, before walking outside, the sound of the music from the club making its way into the dressing room. 

              Crystal sighed, thinking about her friend’s words.  Would it really be wise to go for him when he was rising to fame and fortune and she was still at the sleazy club, flaunting her body around in order to survive? Their lives seemed worlds apart and Crystal felt intimated about approaching him once more. 

              Before she could even think about it any further, the manager came in, calling her to the stage.  She sighed, clearing her mind of everything as she made her presence known, her hands on her hips and her outfit sparkling in the lights that darted around in the otherwise dark club.  As usual, the men howled in her presence.