Takedown (6 page)

It was hard and hot, its heat burning her palm. And she could feel its pulse. It had a life of its own.

He took her other hand and wrapped it around the base of his shaft. He showed her exactly how he wanted her to touch him, by stroking him up and down.

After just a few seconds, she was doing it herself. There was enough room for both her hands to move. It amazed her to watch how smoothly her fingers glided along his length.

He released her hand and touched both sides of her head, moaning in delight. “Yes, Megan. That’s the way.”

His moans flattered her. It made her want to do anything to please him.

“So, the rumor was true,” she said, looking up at his lust-filled eyes. “That you’re built like a stallion.”

He smiled. “That’s an exaggeration, but I do perform better than a stallion.”

She tightened her hands around his shaft, drawing a hoarse moan from him. “I’d like to find out,” she said and moved her head closer to his cock. She opened her mouth wide and swiped her tongue over its surface.

It tasted… like him, as delicious as it looked. Her whole body burned with desire. She felt her juices soaking her underwear.

His hands tightened on her head. His moans were harsh. As she tried to take him deeper in her mouth, he pulled away.

She looked up and found him shaking his head.

“If you do that again, I’ll spill all over your face,” he warned.

She smiled. She wondered why the idea excited her instead. “Do you always come so soon?” she teased.

“It’s just that I’ve been holding it back for a while now.”

“Since when?”

He held her arms and pulled her up to her feet. “Since we arrived,” he said and tugged the robe off her shoulders, until the soft fabric fell to the floor.

“Oh,” he gasped at the sight of her naked breasts.

She wasn’t sure what he thought about it, and she was not that confident. Her bra size was 36B. Some said it was average, but to her, it was a bit small.

“Bright pink nipples,” he whispered and licked his lips. “I want them in my mouth while I fuck you.”

The words he said flattered her. So he liked it after all. The heightening arousal in his eyes could not lie. The more she looked at him, the more that she could not wait to feel him inside her.

As if he heard her wish, he picked her up and entered the room. He tossed her on the bed and crawled over her.

Quickly, he filled his mouth with her nipples.

She yielded her body to him, fisting his hair in her hands as he suckled wetly on her breast. He gave her nipple a gentle bite while his tongue swirled around it. He switched to her other breast and did the same.

“I can’t wait, Megan,” he said as he tugged her underwear down and off her feet. “I need to fuck.”

She replied with a prolonged whimper. His bold use of the F word sounded so erotic. It titillated her senses.

He stopped and gasped at the sight that he bared. She reached down to cover her crotch, but he nudged her hand away and spread her legs wide.

“Fuck, not a hair.” He spread her legs wider. “As pink as your nips.”

Because she had to wax it regularly as a requirement for being an octagon girl. “Don’t make me wait,” she pleaded. If he only knew how much she was dying to be filled with him.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he said and flicked at her clit. “You’ve seen how big I am. I have to make you wet.”

All her senses were overflowing with pleasure, awakened by his finger teasing her clit. “I’m so wet already.”

“Wet for my cock?” He glided his finger lower to her entrance and groaned as he felt how soaking wet she was. “Oh, sweetheart. Indeed, you already are.

He thrust his finger around an inch deep inside her. She cried and arched her hips, needing him deeper. “Please,” she begged.

He pinned her on the bed, his eyes just an inch above hers. Both of them were gasping hard. She felt the tip of his cock resting on her entrance. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, Blaze. Please, I want it now.”

“Let’s see how much you can take,” he said and pushed forward, slowly, but with enough force to drill his way inside her.

She grabbed onto his arms for support. He was big. She could feel him stretching her so wide to the point of tearing her apart, filling her beyond the maximum capacity she could accommodate.

She felt pain, but what the fuck.

Pleasure surged over her, numbing away all traces of pain in her senses, until she could only moan and writhe underneath his solid body.

It felt so good. The way his hardness rubbed against her inner walls, and the way it burned her insides made her feel like floating on cloud nine.

“So fucking tight,” he gritted and groaned.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Pleasure was all around her. It controlled her. It reduced her to a willing receptacle of his lustful desires, eager for anything that he wanted to do with her body.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “I want to watch them while I fuck you.”

It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but she did it for him. She was willing to do anything for him, as long as he kept her filled with this much pleasure, with this much bliss.

Finally, he stopped. She could tell there was no more room for him to move forward to.

“B-blaze,” she finally managed to whisper. “It’s so… good.”

“Yes,” he replied and began to move in and out of her, slowly and gently. He held her breast with one hand and squeezed it while thrusting deeper. “There’s more, Megan. Take me deeper.”

She circled her legs around his waist. It opened more room for his deeper thrusts. “Why does it feel so good?” she asked.

“Because it feels so damn good,” he replied and thrust harder, sinking deeper and deeper inside her.

Instead of pain, another jolt of pleasure stabbed her. She cried. “Yes, that’s it. Harder.”

He did, and she cried louder, gasping and moaning in absolute, raw pleasure. “Yes!”

By her persistent urging, he kept increasing his force and speed, until he was practically ramming into her. The bed screeched underneath them.

“Fuck, Megan!” he grunted. “I am so deep inside you.”

She rolled her head from side to side on her pillow. She could hear him, but her body had been too filled up with pleasure that she felt like she was about to burst. She was on the edge.

“Let it go, sweetheart,” he urged. That’s when she understood why he wanted her to keep her eyes open. He could practically see everything in them, including her oncoming climax. “Come for me.”

At his command, her orgasm burst out inside her. Her body jerked off the bed, and he took the opportunity to drive harder into her.

He growled as every inch of his hard flesh bore its way into the deepest part of her.

She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth. She writhed wildly underneath him.

She needed help. If this didn’t stop, she’d die.

His arms came around her and held her close. “Megan, sweetheart. It’s alright,” he said without stopping. He just kept thrusting. Harder. Faster.

The comfort he gave her unclogged her throat and she managed to scream out the bliss that was trapped inside her.

“Yes, Megan,” he said. “It feels so fucking good. I’m so near.”

Before her climax could subside, and while her body still trembled from the aftershocks, she felt his cock throb inside her, swelling thicker.

Her eyes widened, afraid that this time he’d really split her apart. Then a loud animal-like growl filled the room.

He was coming. She just realized it when she felt his hot seed lavishly pouring inside her.
Why didn’t he pull out?

Her sudden concern was only momentarily, because even the way his seed jetted inside her felt like he was thrusting his cock again, hitting the very end of her channel.

She mewed and held him tight. She took everything that he had to give her.

Save her worries for later. This one felt so good she didn’t want to ruin it.

After more than a minute long, he exhaled the air trapped in his lungs, an indication that his climax was over. She had anticipated him to collapse over her, but instead, he pulled himself up on his elbows and kissed her lips.

She opened her eyes and saw him watching her, his face exhibiting sexual gratification.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

Her face flushed as sense of reasons returned to her, but she nodded. “Better.”

“Want me to show you more?”

Her jaw dropped. He wanted more?
Does he not feel guilty over this?

He lowered his mouth on hers. It instantly washed away all her worries, and she found herself responding to his kisses.

It had happened. She couldn’t change that now. Although she’d regret this forever, she could not deny the fact that she had enjoyed this immensely. He made her feel emotions that she had never felt before.

After three long weeks of grieving, he had made her happy again… even if it was only temporary.

One more time wouldn’t make any difference. She wanted this night with him. For one whole night, she wanted to escape from the real world and experience bliss in the arms of this man, this man that she had secretly adored.

“You sure you can handle more?” she murmured.

He grinned and gently rolled her around. “Let me show you why women are crazy about me,” he said and positioned her on all fours.

She grabbed onto the mattress as he knelt behind her and rubbed his cockhead on her entrance. He was still hard. Did not even soften a bit.

“I want you to know something, Meg?” he warned, brushing his lips along her spine to her nape. “That I have this reputation for being rough and insatiable in bed. I usually don’t give women any choice, but with you, I will make an exemption.”

She smiled, thrilled by his confession. Was he proposing a long, wild, rough sex with her? It thrilled her.

“Don’t worry about me,” she replied. She felt no fear. She needed this. She wanted this. “Just make me forget.”

He moaned and licked the back of her ear. “I’ll let you forget, Megan,” he promised and pushed inside her.

She moaned.

“You’ll forget everything else but the feel of my cock fucking your pussy.”

Chapter 7

6 months later.

“He told you what?” Candace leaned forward on the table where they were eating lunch.

“He told me I’m fat,” Megan said the second time around. They were talking about a guy whose job was to receive applicants for the upcoming Miss Nevada pageant. She personally dropped by the office to hand over her papers, and that’s what he had told her.

“If he says you’re fat, what does that make me?” Candace asked.

Megan gave her friend a quick once over. Candace weighed more or less like her, a hundred and twenty pounds. It’s just that her friend was around five feet two inches tall.

“I don’t know,” Megan said. “But I don’t see you anything fat nor thin, so I don’t understand why that guy called me fat, and he also advised me to lose weight. I’m five feet six. A hundred and twenty is pretty normal, I think.”

“Sounds like malnourished to me.”

Megan rolled her eyes and fumbled with her waist. “Maybe it’s my waistline.”

“Don’t tell me you actually wrote twenty-eight inches in your resume?”

“That’s the truth. I didn’t want to lie.”

Candace sighed. “Honey, you’d be competing against taller women, with lower weight, and with twenty-four or less waistlines. I think I have to agree with that guy. You’re a bit fat for a beauty queen.”

She groaned, annoyed that even her friend was not on her side. “I tried all tricks of dieting. I am exercising thirty minutes a day. Nothing’s working. This is probably the lowest weight I can get.”

“Fine, you can’t do anything about your weight, but perhaps you could try trimming down your waist to give your body some curves.”

“I did that too. I tried the hoola, the twister… planks. Nothing.”

“Maybe you’re doing it all wrong.”

“So what’s the right way to do it?”

Candace shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you should find yourself a professional.”

“No.” Megan shook her head. “I don’t have money to pay a professional.”

“I thought you wanted to win?”

“Yes, but I don’t have to spend for it, do I?”

“You kidding me? Pageant is vanity. Women spend thousands of dollars just to get that much acclaimed Miss Nevada crown. You won’t stand a chance against them if you don’t seek professional assistance.”

Megan sighed. “I don’t have the money.”

Candace rested her elbows on the table. “Well, let’s just hope for luck to come your way.”

Megan pushed away her plate of half-eaten sandwich. She was still hungry, but perhaps she should do something about her weight. Even her part time job as an octagon girl was actually at stake. She was told that if she gained another pound, another woman with narrower waist and bigger breasts would immediately replace her.

Maybe she should forget about that stupid pageant, but she could not afford to lose her part time job. A thousand dollars a week was a lot of money to lose.

“Hey, look.” Candace tapped the table and pointed at the TV screen hanging from the wall. “It’s Blaze Rockwood.”

Megan’s heartbeat suddenly raced when she saw Blaze’s face on the screen. He was being interviewed about his reaction to Travis’ challenge, to have him get back in the Octagon and take on the opponent that he had run away from two and almost three years ago.

Blaze just laughed and reiterated he had no intention of making a comeback.

She took a deep breath to calm her pulse. Blaze looked amazing in a three-piece suit. The UFC star who turned a hotel magnate was still as dashing as he had been in the cage, although in a different way. If before, he was a picture of strength and power, this time, he portrayed an image of elegance and sophistication. In both pictures, he still looked gorgeous.

It had been six months ago since they spent a passionate night in his house in Boulder City. After that, they never saw each other again. He never tried to get in contact with her, as if he had completely forgotten all about her like how he had forgotten the rest of the dozens of women he had slept with.

It hurt her in a way, but maybe it was for the better. What happened between them was a mistake. The pain of their lost had brought them together and ended up trying to comfort each other by having sex.

It shouldn’t have happened. Bryan did not deserve that. She felt so ashamed, and perhaps Blaze felt the same way.

“Why doesn’t he want to fight with Travis?” Candace asked. “Is he afraid of his brother?”

Candace did not know shit about her one night stand with Blaze. She kept it a secret. Besides, if she told her friend about it, surely, Candace would call her a bitch who couldn’t wait to get laid two weeks after her ex-boyfriend was buried… by her ex’s own bestfriend. It sounded atrocious even to her.

“After what Travis did to Bryan, I don’t blame him if he is.”

Candace nodded. “Yeah, you’ve got a point. But I think he can beat that monster if he’ll only accept the fight. People are now calling him chicken, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.”

“Correction. He’s not a monster. According to critics, he is the world’s most dangerous man.”

“Or the world’s most dangerous mad man.”

Megan chuckled and glanced at her wrist watch. “It’s time. Let’s go back to work.”

“Are you not going to eat this?” Candace asked, pointing at Megan’s plate.

“No. I’ll try to lose weight if I can.”

“Great.” Candace reached for the sandwich. “I’ll take it then.”

“Hey, Megan,” Paul, the gym’s stand-by paramedic, called as she and Candace stepped out of the cafeteria. “Mister Ross’ looking for you. He wants you in his office right now.”

“Ah, great,” she murmured. There was nothing she hated more than speaking with the Battledome’s big boss. That greedy money-faced pig who spent hours everyday just staring at his account statement, grinning at every increment but scowling at a loss of a dollar.

“Goodluck to you,” Candace teased, knowing full well what to expect.

Megan handed Candace her bag and went straight to the fifth floor. Ryder didn’t like waiting, and he’d yell at anyone if he ran out of patience.

Everyone in the Battledome had nothing good to say about Ryder, but she had. He was the one who hired her for her present job despite the fact that there were more qualified applicants. Because according to Ryder, he was a once a fan of her late father.

“Good afternoon, Sir,” she greeted as she stepped inside the CEO’s office. The door was open, and Ryder was sitting at his desk as if he’d been waiting for her.

“Miss Riley,” he grinned.

She was relieved she found him in a good mood. To be honest, taking aside his greediness and his arrogance, this man was overflowing with gorgeousness. He knew that as a fact, and he used it well to his advantage.

“You look good today,” he continued. “So when are you getting your pair of tits.”

She gasped, frozen. “You know that too?”

“Everyone’s talking about it. The men, I mean.”

Groaning, she sat in front of him. Those men could spread gossips faster than an approaching hurricane. “That’s private,” she said.

“Actually, they had set up a fund raising for that purpose, in case you’re short of finances, as long as they see you strutting around the octagon with a D size.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please tell them to shut up. I will decide whether I want a C or a D.”

“I honestly prefer you get a D.”

“Oh, please, Mister Ross,” she grunted. “I hope you did not call me over here just to tell me that.”

“That’s one reason.”

“And the other one is?”

Ryder leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms. “Someone told me he saw you with Blaze Rockwood at Bryan’s funeral.”

“So?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you his girlfriend or something?”

“Jesus Christ, no!” she exclaimed.

“Then why were you with him?”

“Bryan’s a mutual friend.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “I’ve known Blaze for years now, Miss Riley. He doesn’t take a woman with him unless he gets something in return.”

“I promise, there was nothing between us. He just happened to pass by me while I was on my way to the funeral. He gave me a ride.”

“That doesn’t sound like him at all.”

Yes, it did not sound like Blaze Rockwood. The Blaze that they knew was a person who never gave a damn about anybody. Doing a good Samaritan job was definitely not in his half-page portfolio of good deeds. “I thought so, too. But that’s been six months ago.”

He sighed. “Alright, but since you two are acquainted, I have a very important job for you.”

“Again? I was just done babysitting your money-making machine and you’re giving me another job again?”

“Don’t worry, this is part-time,” he replied, taking no offense at all from what she said. He, himself, had admitted that Travis Rockwood had made him filthy rich.

“How about my work in the office?”

“You may ask someone else to do that for now. This one’s important.”

“So tell me about it.”

“You know Carson? The number one heavyweight contender?”

“U-huh.”

“Well, he backed out. He was too much of a coward to fight Travis.”

“Not necessarily,” she argued. “He probably just wanted to stay alive. He has kids.”

“Well, anyway… the problem is… nobody wants to fight with Travis. It’s been six months since his last fight. We need to find him a contender within three months.”

“Oh, I think I know where you’re getting at. You want me to convince Blaze to fight Travis?”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “Such a smart woman you are. No wonder my men like you.”

His men? Those rowdy Battledome fighters who never failed to annoy her everytime she passed by the gym? And when she was upset, they’d laugh like demons at her back?

“They like to make fun of me,” she corrected. “It does not mean they like me.”

“That’s just their way of expressing how they like you. But anyway, here’s the thing.” Ryder paused and cleared his throat. “UFC is raising the stakes for the Rockwood Brothers fight. We’re talking about hundreds of millions here. A lot of sponsors had expressed their enthusiasm to throw their money into the pot if… we can convince Blaze to accept the deal.”

She sighed. “I heard Chuck trying to talk him into it. He refused. He said he’s never going back.”

“There must be something that can change his mind.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “That’s up to you to think about. You have any idea?”

“None,” she replied promptly. “From how I see it, Blaze isn’t the person who’d change his mind once he decided on something.”

“How about you and I make a deal?”

“What deal?”

“Your brother, Josh, he’s like what? Nineteen? Twenty?”

“He just turned twenty one.”

“Right. And to be honest, he lacked viciousness to be a Red Clan member, but Steven took him in because Travis had recommended him. But to be honest, they were actually considering signing him out.”

Her eyes widened. “Why? He won two out of his four fights. That’s not too bad, is it?”

“Not good enough, but he has a match coming up, and Steven will have to decide based on the result of that match. To be honest, I don’t think he will win against a professional wrestler.”

She swallowed. She too feared that Josh might not have a chance over his next opponent, but she was still hoping. This was Josh’s dream. Even if she personally did not want this profession for her brother, she could not take that dream away from him. All she could do was support him.

“And if he lost? He’s out of the Battledome? Is that it?”

“I’m afraid so. We have rules, Miss Riley. I may be the CEO, but I’m bound by the rules. Unless… the Black Clan wants to adopt him, which I don’t think they will.”

“My brother is a good fighter. He just needs some experience.”

“They just don’t see that.”

She sighed. “Alright, so tell me more about this deal.”

He smiled, a smile of a bastard who just cheated his way to victory. “It will be worth it, Miss Riley. Trust me.”