Broken #5 (The Broken Series - Book #5) (3 page)

Jet lowered me slowly, and looked
into my eyes, kissing me softly on the lips. Then he left the shower. I
followed him out and we towelled ourselves off. I was feeling exhausted after
all that buildup and release. I collapsed on my bed, where he proceeded to
spoon me. It wasn't long at all before I fell asleep with his arms around me.

The next day I went to my classes
with a smile on my face. Not only had I finished my action art project, but I
had also completed my creative writing project. I handed in my action project
to my professor, and she looked it over before letting me go. As she progressed
through the drawings until the end, her eyebrows rose. She closed it up again,
and set it on her desk, turning to me with a smirk on her face. “Gutsy Natalie,
I'm impressed. I'm sure I will enjoy grading it, thank you.”

I laughed. “Well, I certainly
enjoyed drawing him.”

“Well from what I’ve already seen,
you did a very good job, so you should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you, I do appreciate
that.”

I left the classroom then, and
went to hand in my creative writing project. I had completed the story of Jet
and I but I had made the ending fiction. I had no idea what our ending was
going to be like, but I could only hope that it would be a happy one. That's
all I wanted, and I was sure he wanted the same thing.

There were no breakups in my
story. No, the two characters in fact lived happily ever after, and that was
all that mattered to me. I handed it in, looking forward to what the professor
thought of my creative writing skills, as I still had yet to decide on what art
specialty I was going to take for my last year.

Chapter Four

Jet

I was on my fourth mile on the
treadmill, running as if it was the last thing I had to do to stay alive. I had
just finished an intense weight workout, and it was time to get some cardio in.
I had a fight coming up for the finals, and I wanted to make sure that it was
impossible to gas me during any of the rounds. I was a tank, a fighter, and I
would not be beat no matter who I stepped into the ring with.

Coach wanted to have a meeting
with me once I was done with my workout, to go over the opponent’s previous
fight videos. We wanted to get some idea of what kind of fighting style the guy
had, and whether or not there should be anything I needed to worry about. I
hated going into the cage not knowing who I was dealing with. I was sure that
my opponent was doing the exact same thing, so I should be just as prepared as
he was.

I had a hard time focusing on
anything that day, however, because Natalie kept popping into my head. No
matter how hard I tried to block her out, it was almost impossible to do so.
She had truly bewitched me. I ached for her all the time. I wanted to be near
her, and God yes, I always wanted to be inside her.

Thoughts of her going down on me
the night before flooded my mind, and I almost slipped up on the treadmill. It
was kind of embarrassing how crazy this girl made me. I wasn't sure how to
handle her, and in truth, I didn't really want to. She was a handful, and so
was I. I needed her more than anything, and I knew there was a little more
going on in my head than just sex, because no matter how I sliced it, I could
not stop thinking about her, no matter what.

I wanted her in my corner for the
next fight. To be as close as possible, cheering me on in the same way that
Katie had done last time. I would not allow Katie to be a part of my fight this
time around. It was too much of a sore spot for Natalie, regardless of the talk
they had, and I wouldn't do anything to make Natalie uncomfortable at this point.
She was my priority, and Katie was not even on the list. There was no need for
her to be there at all, aside from being part of the cheering squad, and she
could do that from the audience if she truly wanted to be there for support.

I would have to talk to coach
about making sure she didn't just show up. It would be problematic, and even if
Natalie said it was okay, I wouldn't believe her, and I didn't want to cause
any strain in our relationship at that point. It had already been strained
enough times without me deliberately putting stress onto it without reason.
Katie should understand that Natalie needed to feel comfortable, and currently
she didn't. If she hadn't tried to kiss me after knowing I had a girlfriend, we
might have remained friends. But I would never be able to convince Natalie that
Katie and I could hang out alone without her worrying that Katie would hit on
me all night. I knew that Natalie had no interest in hanging out with Katie at
all, so I couldn't even suggest they get to know each other in that respect.
Katie would have to become a lesser part of my life than I had originally thought.
Despite the family connection, she just wasn't going to be a large part of my
life. Even though she was part of the MMA team, she would have to stay out of
my corner, and I knew that would be something she would find difficult to deal
with. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she had made the mistake of
kissing me, and because of that, she would not be accepted wholeheartedly by
Natalie.

I slowed the treadmill down and
got off of it. I towelled myself off and started chugging water. I felt great,
which was usually the case after a good workout. I went off in search of Coach;
I assumed he would just be in his office awaiting my arrival.

A few of my teammates waved to me
as I walked through the gym. They were all good guys, but I didn't have time to
chat. I was on a mission.

“Hey, Coach,” I said as I walked
into the office.

He had already been watching the
video as he sat enjoying his coffee.

“Hey, superstar.
I was just going through the
video, and this just might be the toughest fight you're up against.”

“That bad?”

“He's a killer, and he's an
amazing striker. So you guys are probably going to end up going toe to toe.”

“You don't suggest me taking him
to the ground if he's good at striking?”

He started the video over and let
me watch it play through. He was right about the striking part; the guy was
definitely good at it.

“No, I don't think you should go
to ground with him. You are a strong striker, but just because you meet up with
an opponent that is also a great striker doesn't mean that you go to ground.
Don't give up your best weapon just because his weapon is impressive too. You
can beat this guy, Jet, there's no reason why you can't. You just have to be a
strong fighter too.”

“Okay, sounds good. I won't go to
ground. Do you see any weaknesses?”

“He drops his hands after he
takes a swing. You could probably drop him with a head kick after he throws a
punch.”

“Hmmm, sounds good to me.”

“Perfect. Now I want you to watch
how he moves in and out. His head is a moving target. You will have a hard time
determining what and when he is going to throw.”

“Yeah, you're right. I can see
that.”

“He moves a lot, but I don't want
you to chase him. He will try to tire you out that way. Just wait him out; let
him come to you, and then take him down.”

“Okay, Coach, I got it.”

“That's my boy.” He patted me on
the shoulder and I knew this was going to be one of the hardest fights of my
career.

 
Chapter Five

Natalie

Jet's championship fight was that
evening, and my heart is already in my throat. I remembered the last fight I
had attended, and I knew that once again it would be hard to watch him fight. I
didn't like watching him take hits; it was really hard on me. But if I was
going to be a part of Jet's life, I had to get used to the fact that he was a
fighter. It was his dream, after all, and I didn't want to get in the way of
that. I wanted him to be successful and have the career he always wanted. So I
would need to be a supportive girlfriend in the sense that I didn't have a
complete meltdown every time he got in the cage. It wouldn’t be fair to him.

To be honest, I was incredibly
proud of him and all that he had accomplished so far in his fighting career. I
knew he would make it to the big leagues; there was no doubt in my mind.

Young college students filled the
arena until it was brimming full of people. The girls were the worst part―they
were everywhere, and they were screaming the names of the fighters. I guess
that was something else I would have to get used to. It was pretty easy to
become jealous when it came down to stuff like that. The girls would give
anything to get a piece of Jet; they didn't care if it was just for one night
or not. They wanted him just for the sake of having him. It scared me to think
how easy it would be to lose Jet, and I didn't want that to happen.

I could hear some girls behind me
talking about how big his hands were and what that could mean about the package
in his pants. It took all my willpower to not turn around and glare at them. I
had to play cool, however; he was all
mine
, so there
was no need for me to have a complete meltdown. Julie was with me once again,
and we had front row seats right beside where Jet's corner would be. He told me
that he wanted me as close to him as possible, and I wouldn't have had it any
other way. I noticed, too, that Katie wasn't in the back with the team. She was
sitting in seats with friends as well, and I wondered why she decided to not be
in Jet's corner that time around. Not that I wanted her to be or anything. The
girl annoyed me to no end, and I truly didn't want her anywhere near Jet. She
had gotten just a little too close for comfort, and just looking at her near
him made me extremely uncomfortable.

I noticed as I looked around the
arena, that there were many people wearing Jet's apparel. I thought it was cute
to see my boyfriend’s name printed on shirts, and people actually loved him
enough to wear it and show their support for him as a fighter. Like I said, I
knew he was bound to be going places.

The shirts were black, and the
scrawl was white, so I could pick out the shirts all over the arena. I would
have to remember to ask him if there were ladies’ sizes, as I wanted to wear
one for his next fight. The finals were a pretty big deal, and that was made
obvious by the fact that it was standing room only at that point. The crowd was
already going insane, and the fighters hadn't even come out yet.

Just then, his entry was announced.
“
Jettt
!
Here's the fighter
you have all been waiting for! Come on out, Jet!”

He appeared from behind the
curtain, and headed down to the cage. He looked incredible and fit, ready to take
on the world. Jet met with his team, and then went into position in the cage.

“And now, Eric, the man known for terrifying his
opponents!”
While Eric made his way down to the cage, Jet met my
eyes, and they are burning hot for me. My heart started beating harder
immediately. Not only was my heart beating faster, but I suddenly feel very
aroused by the sight of him. I knew what he was thinking when he looked at me,
and it reminded me of the last time we were together. He was primed to fight
Eric, but I think that he may be even more primed for me after the fight. I was
sure he was going to fight to the death, like he always did, but then he would
want to fuck me after, and I was more than okay with that.

“Wow, he is so hot for you! How
do you keep your clothes on with that guy?”

I giggled. “It's a little
intoxicating, to be sure.”

“No doubt.
I think I need to start dating a
fighter. So set me up with one, will you?”

I laughed. “Okay, will do. He's
totally going to win this, I just know it.”

With both fighters in the cage,
things were about to get interesting. The bell rang, and everyone in the arena went
still as the two fighters approached each other. It really didn’t matter how
many times I have seen a fight, the experience is enthralling. It was hard to pinpoint
Jet's fighting strategy, as it was always different with every opponent. Jet
must know something the rest of us didn’t, because as soon as they moved toward
each other, he started hitting fast, super-fast. I heard the
pop, pop,
pop
,
from punches hitting their mark as Eric stumbled
back from the impact.

“We love you Jet!” a girl
screamed. “Knock him out, and you can have me!”

I quite literally did turn around
in my seat to get a glimpse of that one. She wore his shirt, and she was toned
and taut like a female body builder. Where did these girls come from, anyway?

Jet was up there, fighting like a
machine, and I had to admit, he never looked sexier. The fight was in full
swing, and my stomach had a million butterflies flying around in it. I was
having
a hard
time breathing, but so far, everything
was going right. His muscles were rippling as he hooked with his left and then
blocked a punch coming at him. Jet countered with a few jabs, and finished off
with a straight punch that slammed into Eric like a freight train. Eric rocked
on his heels.