Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance (2 page)

He motions with his free hand, the other never leaves the pile of envelopes. The tension builds between us until I’m sure it’ll explode. I’m watching his shoulders, they give the tell, only fools watch their opponent’s eyes. The eyes don’t tell like the shoulders will, especially if they have dead eyes like Vinnie. He’s a man who has no soul left. I’ve seen him do terrible things and just watch with that same empty expression. Having a man killed is no different than eating a steak to him.

“Right,” I say, letting him win.

Now is not the time. I can’t stand against him now when I’ll need him for my plan. It won’t work without him certain I’m on his side. Fuck, I hate this. He slides the envelopes off the counter and my money is gone. So much for respect.

“Good boy,” he says like I’m some fucking dog.

That’s probably how he thinks of me actually. Like I’m his damn animal. I look around to find LeAnne and spot her by a door that leads upstairs. She catches my eye then slides through. I can’t stop myself from grinning ear to ear.

“Jans,” Sammy says, sliding up next to me.

“What do you want?” I growl, angry at his distraction and still pissed he was talking to her when I couldn’t be. He doesn’t deserve to be close to her.

“Man, your stepsister has grown up to be a fine piece of ass, hasn’t she?” he asks.

“She’s not my step-sister and if you talk about her like that again, I’ll rip your fucking tongue out,” I answer him.

“Whoa! Shit, just making an observation!”

“Quit observing, Sammy, you’re not smart enough.”

“Hey! Why you gotta be breaking my balls? You got too much pent up rage after being inside for two years? Didn’t anyone in there want your scrawny ass?”

I whirl and grab him by the lapels of his jacket. I lift him into the air then slam him down on the bar and press my arm across his throat. He splutters and in moments his face is purple. He kicks his feet, knocking champagne glasses to the ground and the shattering sound throws the room in silence as everyone looks at us.

“Whoa!” a dozen voices yell.

Hands grab my shoulders and pull me off of Sammy, but I don’t take my eyes off his. Fear dances in his gray eyes. In this room we’re all predators, it’s just a matter of where you land on the food chain and Sammy knows he’s just been put down a notch. I want to finish him just for talking about her that way but I can’t make any more of a scene here. I roll my shoulders, breaking free of the hands holding me back. My brother, Axel, appears out of the crowd and slides himself between me and Sammy. His easy smile is disarming and I relax, even though I’d prefer to let all my rage out on Sammy’s face.

“Jans, it’s cool, man. Why don’t we go get a drink, huh?”

“Yeah,” I say, turning to follow him through the dispersing crowd.

“Yeah, go get a fucking drink, you god damn animal,” Sammy yells at my back.

I move faster than anyone can stop me. Little Tony, Big Tony’s son who’s almost as fast as he is, reaches one arm out to stop me but I duck under. My fist slams into Sammy’s face and I feel his nose break, blood spraying. He screams so loud I’m surprised that the glass behind the bar doesn’t shatter. Axel jumps back in front of me and pushes me, looking wide-eyed with disbelief. Men yell as several of them grab Sammy and form a protective ring while others close in around me, then Vinnie steps through.

“What in the holy hell is this shit?” Vinnie asks.

He doesn’t speak loud. It’s kind of his thing. He never raises his voice when he’s pissed. That’s when you know you’re on really thin ice. If he’s yelling you’re fine. Soon as he goes quiet someone’s getting hurt. I don’t back down. I’m done with that. All my life I’ve been scared of him. I’ve never admitted that to anyone but her, she knows it. We were all scared of him. It’s hard not to fear a man you know kills people even if he is your dad. No more, I’m done with fear.

“Sammy wants to run his damn mouth,” I say.

“Hey, you were busting my balls. You can’t take it then don’t fucking put it out!” Sammy yells from the other side of Vinnie.

Vinnie turns around slowly to face Sammy.

“This true, Sammy? You giving my boy lip?”

No one in the bar says a word. It’s so quiet I can hear Big Tony wheezing.

“Hey, Vinnie, it ain’t nothin’ but some ball bustin’,” Sammy whines nasally. “You know I don’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“Don’t mean nothing?” Vinnie asks.

“No, it’s nothing, man. Just some shit. I mean he started this shit with his fucking ego…” Sammy trails off.

“Ego?” Vinnie parrots him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry okay? I didn’t mean shit by it. Just got out of hand—”

“Vinnie, let it go. Boys just being boys,” Tony steps up standing by Sammy who’s doing his best to slink away from Vinnie’s gaze.

Vinnie shifts his gaze to Tony. The two men stare at each other and the tension in the room rises as the moments stretch out. I start working an exit strategy. I’ll have to grab her and run if this shit goes south, and it’s riding on a knife’s edge.

“Right, Jans, Sammy apologizes. You good?” Vinnie asks over his shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” I say. “Just busting his balls. He needs to toughen up his sack is all.”

Snickers run around the room. Sammy’s face turns bright red in a mix of anger and embarrassment. He’s already dripping blood all over the floor from his mouth and nose so I don’t know what else he has to be embarrassed about.

“Good,” Vinnie says and turns, breaking his standoff with Tony.

Vinnie clasps a hand on my shoulder and his grip is like a vice digging into the nerves under my collarbone.

“Calm your shit, boy,” he whispers in my ear, shaking me hard before letting go.

The tension drains from the room and people return to their drinks. Conversation fills the room and people move on their way. I grab a glass to pretend I’m drinking and then scan the crowd for LeAnne. There! The door to the stairs up is closing and I catch a flash of her dress. My dick hardens uncomfortably. I work my way through the crowd getting stopped more than I want to but I play their game. Listen to their jokes, nod along with their words. At last I’m at the door and the room is drunk enough they won’t miss me. I look around to make sure no one is paying attention, then I slip through.

The stairs at the back are darker than sin. They lead to a suite of apartments that are empty unless someone’s laying low. I make my way up the steps in the dark following the light scent of her perfume. It lingers on the air and my cock throbs with need as I take the steps two at a time. The faster I go the stronger her scent is. As I reach the top of the stairs I smell her, the musk of her sex. My balls are tight knots of pulsing need as I all but run to the first apartment door. I push it open but I’m greeted by an empty room.

“LeAnne?” I call sniffing the air.

The smell isn’t here. Damn it she’s making a game. My dick is so hard it fucking hurts and she’s making a game of it. Back in the hall there are three more apartments she could be in. All of the doors are closed, giving no clues so I close my eyes and follow my nose. The scent of her sex and perfume draws me in. I trace it like some kind of goddamn blood hound until I reach the last door on the right. I grab the handle and throw the door open.

“About time,” LeAnne says smiling.

Fuck she’s beautiful. Auburn hair hangs to her shoulders in easy waves. Her perfectly round face, pouty lips that I want wrapped around my cock, small nose and those big, bright, shiny eyes. My gaze trails down the lines of her neck. She’s wearing a slinky sequined dress that hugs her curves leaving her legs bare. One hand rests on her hip, her shoulder leans against the door frame across from me, her other hand is drifting idly up and down her leg under the hem of her dress lifting it just enough to tantalize. My eyes are jerked to that fleeting glimpse of her intimacy and I’m unable to tear away.

“Wasn’t easy getting free,” I say.

“Oh… I thought I was worth it,” she says as her dress comes up high enough I see she doesn’t have panties on.

Her eyes are on the bulge in my pants and her pink tongue darts out wetting her lips. My cock spasms in response and I feel stickiness on my underwear. It takes all my willpower to keep from running to her and fucking her.

“More,” I growl, staring at her legs and middle.

“More? This?” she teases, and the dress drifts up just enough I can see she’s shaved down to a small strip then it’s hidden from view again.

“Yes,” my voice is hoarse.

“Your turn,” she says staring at my bulge.

I shake my head. “This is stupid. Vinnie’s downstairs, fuck everyone is down there.”

“True,” she says smiling.

I undo the snap on my pants then lower the zipper. Her eyes follow and her tongue rests on her lips. I move slowly enjoying the drag of my hand across my silk boxers pressing onto my cock.

“More,” she says licking her lips.

“Uh-uh, your turn,” I say.

She turns so her back is against the door frame but she’s angled towards me. Both hands lower to the hem of her dress and slowly, so slowly it hurts, she pulls it up. The pale skin of her thighs comes into view but my focus is on the shadow between her legs. The first hints of my desire start to come into view and as it does I can see the glisten of her arousal. The room fills with the scent of her and a soft moan escapes me. She lets the dress go and it drops back down hiding her.

“Damn it, LeAnne,” I say.

“Your turn,” she answers.

I shrug out of my jacket and toss it aside, then grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up mimicking her slow reveal. I know how great my abs look and how she loves them. They’re even better now than when she last saw them. Hours of working out will do miracles for the body. As my lower abs come into view she also gets her first view of my tattoo. A dragon winds its way up my right side. I pull the shirt over my head and toss it.

“Mmmm!” she says. Her left hand ducks under her dress and I know by the half-lid of her eyes and moan that she’s touching herself.

My balls pull tight against me as I watch. I slide my hand into my boxers and grab my thick shaft and pump myself. Her pink tongue rests between her full lips and her hips gyrate as she rubs under her dress. I step closer and she holds up her free hand shaking one finger at me.

“LeAnne,” I groan.

“Ah ah,” she says. “Wait.”

Fuck waiting. I’ve waited two years. Her eyes roam over my tight abs and chest as her hand rubs faster. The scent of her is driving me mad and I can’t stop myself stroking my dick faster until I’m matching time with her hand on her clit. Knowing her body so well I know she’s close. I can see her shoulders tighten, her back arch and she thrusts her hips out further. Then she increases the speed of her hand.

“Show me,” she breathes heavily. I shake my head no. “Damn it, Jans.”

I pull the band of my boxers out and slowly lower them until the swollen head of my cock is just visible. I see her eyes lock onto it and her tongue moves around her lips.

“This what you want?” I ask taking another step closer. I stroke myself slowly and a few drops of come appear.

“God yes,” she says.

“Your tight pussy needs filled?” I move another step closer.

“Fuck yes.”

“Whose pussy is it?”

“Yours, all yours, fuck, god!” she exclaims her hand rubbing even faster.

“Right, mine,” I growl moving closer still.

Less than three feet separate us and the scent of her is more intoxicating than the best whiskey. It fills my nose making me feel heady and alive. I pull my underwear down and hook it under my tight balls. My steel rod points straight at her. She’s close. Hell, I’m close. Two years is a long damn time to not get laid.

“You going to fuck me?” she asks.

“I’m going to fuck every one of your holes.”

“Mmmm, you wanna come inside me?”

“Every fucking hole.”

Her hand speeds up then she freezes. Her body arches hard, her legs stiffen, her eyes close and she moans a long, loud, drawn out sound.

“Fuck!” she exclaims as her pleasure passes and she relaxes against the wall. Her eyes open slowly and she smiles. “Miss me?”

I close the distance and kiss her with bruising force, claiming her lips. My cock is pressed against her abdomen. I grab her hair and pull her head back then kiss my way down her neck. My free hand rubs her tits through her dress. I can feel the hard nubs of her nipples through the fabric. I roll one of them between my fingers and she moans into my mouth, her hips thrusting into me. Her hands run across my chest then she pushes me back.

“The hell, LeAnne?”

She doesn’t say a word, just looks at me with lustful eyes. Slowly she reaches one hand behind her and undoes the zipper on her dress. The shoulder straps fall and more of her tits come into view. She holds me back with one hand pressed against my chest. I grab my cock and stroke the fat shaft. I try to lean in for a kiss but she pushes me back.

“Wait,” she says.

I wait. I’ve waited for her this long, I can go longer. No matter that my balls are pulled so tight I think they might fucking explode. She finishes unzipping the dress then lowers her hand from my chest. As she lowers her arms the dress falls down revealing her amazing breasts. It hangs up on her nipples which are pointing straight out.