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Authors: Gracia Ford

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I tease her areole by using my tongue to circle it, and then I suck on it as if I’m drinking from a straw.  Her moans turn into screams as my fingers thrust in and out, my thumb running through her folds.  I recall eating her pussy when we were in the dungeon, and how she reacted by arching her back, telling me that I’m on the right path, and she wants me to take her over the edge.

My cock is on fire. It wants to be greedy and enter her. The smell is overwhelming as her wetness increases.  I´m jerking up and down in anticipation. Mentally, I calm it down as I stick my tongue into her folds. 

Shit, that tastes good.

“Fuck me!” She pleads as she starts to shiver. “Alex! Al!”

I start sucking and pulling her clit. I want to taste her when she comes.  I use my other hand to trace inside her legs up and down, combining different points of contact, driving her crazy.  My fingers are still inside of her.

“Alex!”

She screams even louder as she jerks and erupts like a volcano, reaching her climax.  I’m still kneeling between her open legs. She doesn’t hesitate in taking my shirt off.  She spares not a moment’s thought in tearing off my jeans as well. She pushes me on the bed and straddles me. She grabs my shaft in her small hand, holding the head to her pussy. She slides down, burying it inside her, and starts riding the hell out of me. Her wet, tight pussy on my cock feels amazing.

She owns me. Placing her feet flat on the bed, she balances herself and the view is fucking hot. She claims my cock, continuing up and down, consuming it. Hard and fast, she tightens each time her pussy inhales my cock, her face giving away how much she loves it.  My cock jerks inside her like a fucking vibrator.  It doesn’t take me long to get there. I try to reach up and touch her breasts, but she’s fucking me so hard that there is no time. I’m really fucking turned on right now. I watch her face confirm she’s falling into climax as she milks me, coming above me while my cum fills her. This is exactly where I want to be. I want her, my dick wants her, and I will continue to have her.

No more being a jerk.

No more being an idiot.

Finally admitting that I want this woman for keeps as long as she’ll have me is the best decision I’ve ever made. She falls next to me, panting.  I roll over and hold her in my arms. I whisper, “I love you, Mia Watson. I really do.”

“I love you too,” she says back, without hesitation.

She turns her head to meet mine and gives me a gentle kiss. I pull the bedcovers over us.  I want to catch up on my sleep and build some more energy, so that we can do that all over again.  I’ll make love to her as long as she allows me to and for as long as it takes for her to know I really care. The other shit we can sort out later; one step at a time.

Chapter Twenty

“Y
ou have a visitor!” Tina’s voice loudly passes through the intercom.

That’s strange. A visitor? She never says that. She normally says who it is, even if it’s my mother.  It’s been four months since I last saw her, and that’s a world record.

This week James and Carl are greeting my new recruits. Carl didn’t need much training. He has been a part of the whole thing for a while, apart from the dungeon.  Seeing as he’s with Tina now, he can’t do the dungeon events, so James and Steve will run the dungeon, whereas James and Carl host boot camp.

James is a bad boy. Shit, he’s just like me, or how I used to be until I met Mia. She’s turned me soft.  I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, but I can’t fuck another woman. The thought sickens me. I need her with me all the time, and my dick finds it difficult to react to any other pussy but hers. 

She’s out shopping at the moment. We spend nearly every moment together when I’m not here. I can’t get her out of my fucking head, and it doesn’t look like I ever will.

“Send them in.” I’m not sure what’s up with the secrecy. Tina’s far from lazy. Anyone who comes in she walks in personally, or comes in the office and tells me about the details to avoid using the intercom. She’s got my curiosity spiked now.

A man wearing a gray suit walks in behind Tina. If I didn’t know any better, he could be me without the tattoos.  He’s clean-shaven and has spiky hair.  The man smells of money.  I haven’t met many of them. 

Men with money are usually trouble.

Men who live for power are a pain in the ass.

Men used to getting what they want think they can rule the world.

Men like that can fuck off.

“Your visitor,” Tina declares with eyes that say trouble.  Whoever she has brought into my office she’s not comfortable with, which makes me nervous. 

“Nathan Black,” he says, holding out his hand as he leans across my desk.  I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He’s the one.

Shit, has Mia left me? Did she send him to do her dirty work?  It doesn’t make sense because he’s the one she no longer wants to marry, right?  This is the one who fucking broke her heart.

I want to kick him in the balls and fuck his face up. I feel a wave of confusion, making me feel sick.  He glances around my office, scanning my pictures and the products I sell in the gym. 

“I’m sure I don’t have to explain who I am. You already know,” he says, scanning me from the waist up, he eyes my track pants, my shirt, my face, and my hair. 

“Let’s cut to the chase. I’ve come to make you a proposition.” 

I welcome that chair to a variety of people, but that chair is not for the man who wants my woman, the asshole who broke her fucking heart.

He sits down in the chair in front of my desk anyway. 

“I’m offering you a million dollars,” he blurts out while he strokes his pant leg, as if he’s brushing dust off his expensive suit.

I slump down in my chair and face him, eye to eye, and man to man.

“A million for Mia,” he commands.

Is Mia a fucking doll? Idiot.  Sure, I’ll bring her in my car and drop her at yours as if doing a drug deal.

“And why should I take you up on your offer?”

Fury is running through my body and mind as I clench my fists.  The piece of shit thinks he can buy her by paying me off?  He doesn’t have a clue who he’s messing with.

“I know about your gym and your extra activities. It’s not even legal. What will happen if you get shut down? You think Mia would want you then? I’m sure this gym alone isn’t turning enough profit to keep you living in a way that will keep her happy.”

I shake my head. “Of course it’s legal. There’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing. They come freely, pay to become fit.”

He doesn’t have a leg to stand on. Now who’s the piece of shit?

“I’ll get you shut down! Do you know Mia’s family? Or mine? I mean, what’s she going to do? Work in a gym? Keep the books while you fuck clients? I don’t fucking think so! Her class and yours are on different levels.”

I stand up, making my way around the desk to kick him out. He has a fucking nerve to come into my place of business and order me around.

“She’s a college graduate, educated, well-spoken, and my flower. I want her back, and I want her now. This is not a negotiation.  This is a once in a lifetime offer. Take my money and return her to me. This is me asking nicely. Next time will be different because I will get what I want one way or another.  Feed her some bullshit: you made a mistake, it’s not working out; you’re tired of her. I really don’t give a shit what you tell her. You’ll come up with something. I’m sure you’ve done it a million times before.”

He stands up and quickly paces to the door, avoiding my eyes, avoiding my fist, and avoiding me kick-boxing him into tomorrow.

“The money is in your account. Mrs. Watson gave me the details.  I think you’ll find that it is more than enough. I expect Mia back in Philadelphia tomorrow.”

With his last words he slams the door in my face.  I clench my fists with only one thing on my mind: never do business with a bad boy. It only ends up one way.

Bad!

***

I
make a few calls and then head to my apartment.  I call Mia on my way, telling her to get there quick, and that we have to leave.

“What is it?” she asks as she storms into the apartment.  She was still shopping when I called her to come home.  I say one word.  The one fucking word she hates to hear.

“Nathan.”

She walks up to me with hatred in her eyes.  She looks beautiful in her little red denim pants and vest.  “What?”

I’m pacing back and forth. “He came to the office demanding you back; a trade, he said. He gave me a million dollars to deliver you back to Philadelphia, or he’ll close the gym.”

“What did you say?” One question. She’s not even screaming. She looks void. Is this some kind of test?

I pull her into my arms.

I take her hand, pleading with her.  Stroking her hair, I start thinking about Nathan’s words: she’s educated, has a family, and a life, but I have nothing to give her, nothing to offer. I don’t know anything about love, except that it’s real. This is new to me. I’ve never been in a relationship.

“I have a friend in Mexico with a bar. I’ll get my lawyer to sign the gym over to Tina.  I could be charged with a crime and lose the gym if I stay here.  I could end up losing you. Come with me.  It can be just the two of us.”

Mia questions, “You never said that before you told me it was legit.”

Shit it is, but I don´t fucking trust men like Nathan.  He´s the type to come out with a story or make out that I rape the women.  I know his type. I have come across them once or twice in my life and he could make things difficult. I knjow he can, “Yes, but people like Nathan.  Shit, I´ve dealt with them before. They can make it to be something it isn´t –“

Before I could even finish explaining it to her, she stands on her tiptoes and asks, “What time does the flight leave?”

Chapter Twenty-One

6
months later...

Once in a while I check up on Tina, the gym, and see how everything is going back home.  She’s always been like a baby sister to me. I don’t want her to think I’ve forgotten her, or that I’m worrying about her messing up the gym. Hell, she’s probably doing a better job than I ever did.

I used to get distracted by some of the ladies. Shit, I’m a guy. It’s only natural.  Not anymore. Those days are long gone.  Only one woman turns my head now and she’s mine. She’s this delicious, strong-willed woman who keeps my bed warm, morning, noon, and night. 

Mia has taught me that I can love, and more importantly, be loved.  How can one person change you in such a small space of time?  I’ve learned more in the last six months than I have in twenty-three years.

My Mexican friend, Carlos, not only has a bar, but when we moved he was in the midst of building a hotel too. We had a million dollars in our pocket and couldn’t think of a better way to invest it, so we partnered with him and helped him finish his hotel. With Mia’s marketing management degree it was a dream come true.  She loved the challenge and took to it like a duck to water.

Four months after moving and working side by side, Mia drew up the business plan.  Presentations, market research and ground breaking got the show on the road.  At first, I was resentful, thinking that once the hotel was up and running she would get bored of me.  Nathan’s words are always running through my mind.

She had drivers, cars, and money in abundance.  No questions asked, we left the States in economy class with only the shirts on our backs and a duffel bag each.  We were eating out most nights when we came.  She spoke Spanish fluently and wandered around like it was her hometown.

I, on the other hand, was completely lost.  Mia has an eye for everything.  Sometimes I wonder if she feels that way about me, if she puts me in some dumb equation.  Shit, if she did the answer would be zero.

We live on the outskirts of Cancun.  Our hotel has a special something that no hotel has to offer.  Yes, the Brand New You program for the ladies and the guys too.

There were a couple of close calls when I thought it wasn’t going to happen, like when the private detective her mom had hired found us. It took a few thousand bills to keep him quiet, but seems to have worked. That was two months ago and we haven’t had a whisper since then. I got paranoid and thought it was best to keep running. Shit, we changed our names, IDs, everything. Nathan was a powerful man. Mia said it was best to start again and keep away from her family. 

We still can’t figure out how he found us, but that’s the problem with Mexico. You just have to pay a little something or slip someone a margarita and they start talking like there’s no tomorrow.  

It took shit loads of time to train the instructors, nearly the same amount of time it took to build a fifty-room deluxe hotel resort.  The boot camp programs are a bit different than the ones back home.  We couldn’t get the right location for them.  In the end, we managed to find somewhere secluded that did the trick.  Well, Mia seems to think so anyway.

As soon as the hotel was finished we had them lining up.  Our orientations are booked halfway into the year. This shit’s so fucked up.

There’s only one condition in the training sessions.  I can teach, but I certainly can’t touch. Mia wants to do it her way.  She wants to start the first session; not sure she understands what she’s set herself up for.

The End##

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