Fight (MMA Romance Club Book 1) (3 page)

We took the elevator to the second floor, got off and headed left. Our rooms were near the elevator.

Jacob used the key card and pushed the door open, motioning for me to step inside first.

It was small, but lavish. I didn’t know what he’d paid for it, but it was clearly one of their nicer rooms. The left wall held a huge TV, bigger than I had ever seen before actually, and the wall right in front of us had floor-to-ceiling windows. The right wall was black, unlike the other ones that were off white, and had a huge bed against it. The bed itself was crisp and white, a red headboard and four black pillows and a fuzzy red blanket.

I tore into the last bit of my pizza. It’s official; this is like the best date ever.  I was sure no one was going to be able to give me another night that would be anywhere near this amazing.

I turned to him, opening my mouth to say something, but our eyes locked and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. My heart jumped into my throat and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I swallowed my food and cleared my throat.

“So, do you want me to walk you to your room? Or would you like to stay with me?

“I’d like to spend the night with you.” My own bluntness shocked me. I was never the type to jump right in there and let a guy know I wanted him.

His jaw almost fell to the floor, but the corners of his lips turned up into a smile. He stepped toward me. I swallowed dryly as he reached out and grabbed my hips. He pulled me close to him. I gasped as my hips slammed into his. I wrapped my arms around his neck but still I couldn’t bring myself to kiss him. His fingers tangled into my hair as he pulled my lips towards his. My heart raced. My mind went hazy and for a split second I was sure my legs would give out on me. His lips pulled away gently before coming back in for another kiss, this time more passionate. I pulled him closer to me, wanting more—no, needing more. My teeth grazed his lower lip. He let out a deep breath, his hands tracing down my hips and grabbing my butt. A soft moan escaped me as he lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his hips as our kiss grew more passionate. His teeth grazed my lower lip. I moaned and pulled away a little. I nipped his lower lip in return. I let out a deep breath of pleasure as he carried me toward the bed. I gasped as I felt my back hit the soft bedding. I could feel his arousal through his jeans. My dress was already up past my hips. My fingers brushed through his hair and down my back. He pulled away to take off his suit jacket.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. I bit my lip as my eyes traced over his chest, down his body, over his six pack and lower. Lower, lower and lower. My eyes widened as he reached for the button on his pants. I swallowed hard as he undid them, the zipper falling down and flesh meeting my eyes. It didn’t take much for his hard cock to spring forward. I reached out and took him in my hand. I stroked slowly. His eyes rolled back as he let out a deep moan. “Oh fuck, Anna.”

I moaned as he pulled away from me. He hooked his fingers on my panties. I was glad I’d worn something sexy. He had my panties off me in a matter of seconds. But he didn’t reach for my pussy. Instead his lips touched my ankle. He kissed his way to my upper thighs, nipping ever so gently. When he reached my thigh it began to tickle. I giggled, trying not to squirm away from him. His grin widened as he took his time on my legs.

My eyes rolled back as his lips brushed my pussy, and then moved back to my other leg. He pulled away from me, his eyes twinkling with lust.

“Sit up,” he said. My heart raced as I pushed myself up onto my knees. I reached for the bow that fastened my dress and it fell to the bed. His eyes roamed over my body. He reached out and touched my breasts. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Instead I just reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. His eyes widened.

He leaned towards me, his lips circling over my nipple softly. I let out a low moan, my fingers tangling into his hair.

“I want you, Anna.”

“I want you, Jacob”

He pushed me down onto the bed, his warm hands spreading my legs. His lips went to my thighs again. His tongue flicked through my folds and into my pussy. I moaned, my hips rising to meet his tongue, wishing I could get more of him into me. He flicked over my folds and over my clit. I gasped as he licked me. He pulled away from me, his eyes locked on mine as he pushed off the bed.  He pulled something out of his backpack. He pushed my clothing off the bed, slipped out of his jeans and let his shirt fall off. I drank in every inch of him. He slipped the condom over his full length. My mind raced as he settled down between my legs. I reached out and ran my fingers over his smooth skin, his muscles flexing as he settled down close to me. His head touched my folds.

He pushed into me slowly. I gasped, my body arching towards his hips. He reached out and grabbed my hand, our fingers tangling together. His eyes locked on mine.

Soft, gentle, caring. He pumped harder, faster.

He squeezed my hand gently. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yes.” Oh God yes, I was so okay. More than okay. It felt so god damn good.

I pulled him down into a kiss, trying to show him how good I felt with my lips. I pulled away from his lips, traced over his strong jawline and towards his neck. My teeth grazed his skin softly. He let out a deep breath. His fingers squeezed me gently. I squeezed back. A moan escaped me as his thrusts became harder and faster.

“Faster,” I moaned.

His lips touched mine for a fraction of a second. “Anything you want,” he whispered. His hot breath touched my neck. Shivers went down my spine as he pushed into me faster and faster. Harder and harder. I reached down and massaged my clit. Pleasure overwhelmed me. Jacob pushed into me harder and harder. My eyes rolled back before I even realized it. Oh God. I could feel it coming.

I didn’t want to cum yet.

My fingers rubbed faster and faster. Sensations overwhelmed me as my mind went blank and everything went fuzzy. He slammed into me. I bit my lip, my moans growing louder. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Oh fuck yes.

“I’m so close,” I muttered, a drop of drool sliding from the corner of my mouth. I wiped it away quickly, a blush touching my cheeks.

Jacob lowered his lips to my breasts, sucking my nipples as he slammed into me harder and harder. Pleasure overwhelmed me. I moaned as he slammed into me.

“Shit,” he whispered.

A wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. My hips buckled as I let out another, smaller gasp. Another wave of pleasure, this time smaller. As the haze died down a little I forced myself to open my eyes. My hands traced over his arm. He bent down to give me a quick kiss before pulling out of me.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

I got under the covers. My brain was on overdrive. I tried to convince myself that this wasn’t a dream. Maybe, just maybe, this was real life and I was actually in bed with a man who’d flown me to New York in his private plane. Things like that didn’t happen to girls like me. Jacob slid into bed, and I was convinced that it was indeed real. I lay there, still trying to catch my breath as he pulled me into his arms. He rested his head between my shoulders and my neck. His lips touched my neck softly as he tried to pull me even closer. My eyelids felt heavy. It had been a long day and I was just beginning to realize how tired I was.  I heard him laugh softly.

My eyes snapped open. “What?”

“You look tired.”

“I guess I am.” I looked at him. The lighting in the locker room had been bad, and then I had been so busy trying to have sex with him I hadn’t really paid attention to his face.

I rolled over onto his chest and examined every inch of his face. A bloody nose, a bruise on his cheek, and maybe a little bit of a black eye. “Don’t you hurt the next morning?”

He laughed. “I hurt every morning. But it’s worth it.”

“Is it really?”

“Yes. It’s my passion. And sometimes our passions leave us drained, mentally and physically, or just wishing we could curl up in a bed and sleep for a year.” He sounded lost in thought as he spoke. He held me tighter. “Do you have that? Something you would go through hell for?”

“I’d paint even if it hurt me.”

“Paint? You paint?”

“Yes.” I laughed. I’d forgotten that we really didn’t know each other that well. “Maybe you could come by and see some of them. You know, when you’re not busy.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. “Do you always go to the gym on Fridays around eleven?”

“Yes. Monday, Wednesday and Friday, sometimes on the weekend too.” Was he trying to avoid me, or see me more often? I wasn’t really sure either way. I figured I should give him every day that I was there. That way he knew.

“Well, that’s good to know.” He kissed my forehead.

Chapter Five

“Trust me, I don’t mind.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not at all.”

I looked down at the $200 jeans he was holding. He’d actually just suggested buying them for me.

“Really, do you want to have to wear the same outfit again today? All day? I thought girls were worried about that kind of thing.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to say I don’t look good anymore?”

“No!” He quickly backtracked. I couldn’t help but laugh. I hadn’t meant to come across as anything more than a joke.

“Relax, I’m just bugging you.”

“Oh.” I saw his shoulders relax. “Well, in that case, yes. I think you look dreadful and you should let me buy you new clothes, lots of them.”

I laughed louder. “Nice try, but I’m not buying it.”

“Alright, fine, at least let me buy you a new outfit? Please? I feel bad for not warning you that you should bring a change of clothes.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But let’s go somewhere a little cheaper.”

I reached out and grabbed his hand, our fingers tangled together as we made our way down the street and back towards the hotel.

“We are not getting you hotel clothes,” Jacob demanded.

“Why not?! What if I like something?” I refused to look at him as we made our way to the back of the store—the sale part.

“Fine, if you really like something, but you’re going to let me take you shopping somewhere nice some other time.”

“Some other time?” I turned to look at him. “So there is going to be another time?”

His eyes locked on me. “Of course there will be. That is, if you want to see me again. Do you?”

“Of course I do!”

The End

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Four

Chapter Five