FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle (2 page)

Chapter Three

Magnus had an appetite.

It wasn’t for beer – four 24-ounce bottles of Heineken had taken the edge off that. It wasn’t for food, either. He was planning on wolfing down 64-ounces of ribeye when Rex came to take him to dinner.

No, he had an appetite for something more intangible than that: Domination.

A couple of minutes earlier, when he’d been soaping the sweat and blood off himself in the shower, Magnus had almost been overcome by the urge to jerk off. If he’d done so, he’d have done it thinking about Silas Batres. Nothing sexual, of course – just the idea of pinning the smaller, cocky asshole to the mat, and bending him until he screamed. That image alone was enough to make Magnus’ huge cock swell.

But Rex’s knock on the door had disturbed the looming Norwegian before he could do that – and the moment Magnus had staggered out of the shower, thrown on a robe and opened the door to his dressing room, another type of appetite had overwhelmed him instead.

“Good evening,” the towering Norwegian boomed, looking down at the husband and wife eagerly awaiting their chance to meet him.

It was the wife – a pretty, slip of a blonde – that had whetted another appetite inside of him.

Now subtlety wasn’t exactly Magnus’ strong suit. The fact that he could lift a car, or break a man’s jaw with the flick of his finger, had relieved him of much of the requirement to be ‘subtle.’

But the moment he saw this petite little creature (face it, all women were petite compared to him) he decided that there was another submission he could fight for tonight – and this time, a lucky TKO wouldn’t spoil his enjoyment of it.

“Magnus, this is Mr. and Mrs. Thompson,” Rex introduced the couple. “They bought your meet-and-greet in that online auction.”

“The one for cancer?”

“The
other
one.”

“The
other
one for cancer?”

“That’s right.”

Magnus grinned, and gazed down on the husband and wife like a wolf eying up two particularly tasty-looking lambs.

“Why don’t you come in,” the fighter opened the door wide. “Rex, why don’t you go and check on our car for us?”

Rex nodded. He’d sat through so many meet-and-greets that he was happy to skip this one. Nevertheless, he did get a momentary twang of curiosity when he realized that Magnus was actively trying to get rid of him.

“Now, you be nice, Magnus,” his trainer warned him, as he closed the door on the looming fighter and the young husband and wife. “They
paid
to meet you.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Magnus grinned. “I’ll be
sure
to give them their money’s worth.”

Chapter Four

Oh, my God, thought Cassie. He’s even
bigger
up close!

The moment the door to Magnus’ dressing room had swung open, Cassie had been forced to crane her neck back to look at him. The enormous, bearded Norwegian towered over her and Rich – so tall half his face was hidden behind the top of the doorframe.

“Why don’t you come in,” he boomed, in his thick Norwegian accent.

Rich gave Cassie and excited grin, and led her inside the dressing room.

It was hardly something out of Hollywood. Bare cinderblock walls were matched with robust, steel and plastic furniture. A shower cubicle stood in the corner, and from the pools of water and towels littered on the floor, it was clear Magnus had just finished showering.

That explained why he stood there in nothing but a robe – a huge terry-cloth dressing gown that would reach the ankle on most people, but barely made it to Magnus’ knee.

Cassie swooned. Magnus was just so… so
big
. And the room smelt of sweat, man-funk, shampoo and soap. It was just the kind of weird combination of testosterone and hygiene that got her worked up… Like her first kiss, in the boy’s locker room, all those years ago back in high school.

“Take a seat,” Magnus grinned, and he reached for a bottle of Svedka that was swimming in an ice-bucket on the shelf. “Can I pour you two a drink?”

Rich looked over at Cassie, as if asking for permission. She nodded, and watched as the enormous Norwegian poured four fingers of neat vodka into three nondescript tumblers sitting on the dresser.

He handed the overflowing glasses to the married couple, and lifted his in salute: “
Skål
!”

The enormous fighter then drained his glass in two short swallows.

Cassie and Rich exchanged nervously glances, and then lifted the glasses to their own lips. Struggling, they each attempted to gulp down what was essentially half a cup of neat grain alcohol. They each succeeded, but gasped and spluttered at the end of it – throats burning and eyes watering.

“That’ll put some fire in your belly,” Magnus grinned. “More?”

“N-no,” Rich wiped the tears from his eyes. “N-not quite yet, thanks.”

The huge MMA fighter snorted, almost derisively. But then he relocated his decorum, and grinned: “So what can I do for you fine people?”

Rich started by offering up his small hand. “I-I just wanted to shake your hand, Mr. Bjorn.”

Magnus laughed. “Call me Magnus,” he grinned, and wrapped his huge paw around Rich’s hand and crushed the smaller man’s fingers in his.

Rich clutched his aching hand the moment Magnus released it – and then the towering Norwegian turned to Rich’s pretty wife.

She offered her small hand to him. Grinning, Magnus took it and placed a soft kiss on her palm.

“Mr. Thompson,” Magnus purred, looking deep into Cassie’s eyes. “Your wife is absolutely beautiful.”

“W-why thank you,” Rich stammered.

But Magnus wasn’t listening.

He’d been watching Cassie intently, the moment he took her slender hand in his. When their eyes had locked, and he’d brushed his lips against her palm, Cassie’s cheeks had turned red, and her pupils had dilated.

The big fighter grinned like a predator.

The match had begun.

Chapter Five

“So, what did you bring me to sign,” Magnus boomed, turning to Cassie’s star-struck husband.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Rich grinned, passing over his collection of MMA championship swag. There were posters, a DVD – even a baseball cap.”

“You have a pen?”

When Rich supplied Magnus with a sharpie, the big Norwegian methodically signed each item with his flowing signature. Rich accepted each item back excitedly, looking at the signature with a huge grin on his face.

Eventually, Magnus was done. He grabbed a plastic bag from the sideboard and passed it over. “Here, so they don’t get ruined.”

Rich accepted it gratefully.

Sharpie still in his massive hand, Magnus grinned: “Anything else you want me to sign while I’m here?”

And, as he said that, he turned and stared at Cassie.

Cassie caught him looking – and then accidentally made eye-contact with the huge fighter. Her cheeks immediately turned pink, and she looked away self-consciously.

“I-I think that’s it,” Rich had finished loading his stuff into the bag. “Thank you so much!”

Magnus laughed goodnaturedly. He checked the clock on the wall.

In another fifteen minutes or so, Rex would be back to take him for dinner. Normally, at this sort of meet-and-greet, he’d be showing his guests out right about now.

But Magnus was still feeling that intense dissatisfaction – an appetite for closure that his short-lived bout with Silas Batres hadn’t satisfied.

Perhaps he could have a little fun with this couple before they left.

“Say, we still have a couple of minutes,” Magnus grinned. “If you both have another vodka with me, maybe we’ll sit down and talk.”

Once again, Cassie and Rich exchanged nervously, but excited glances.

Magnus grinned wickedly.

“W-we’d love to,” Rich answered for the both of them.

“
Fantastisk!
” Magnus grinned, and poured three more overflowing glasses of Svedka.

This was all part of Magnus’ plan, of course. At 419lbs of mostly-muscle, he could drink a 70cl bottle of vodka and barely feel warm inside. When it came to people like Cassie and Rich, however, he knew big glasses of neat alcohol would strip through their inhibitions pretty fast.

“
Skål
!” Magnus raised his glass again, and effortlessly gulped down four ounces of vodka. This time, neither Cassie nor Rich was able to drain their glass – but they made a heroic effort, and were both left red-faced and swaying slightly afterward.

“Come on,” with a devilish grin, Magnus flopped down into the chair opposite and spread his legs nonchalantly. “Relax, and take a seat for a minute.”

Chapter Six

Cassie’s eyes widened the moment Magnus sat down.

First off, watching this enormous bear of a man sit in a regular-sized chair was like watching a grown-up sitting in a toddler chair at Pre-K.

But it wasn’t
that
which made her practically spit out her vodka.

As Magnus flopped casually into the chair, he spread his legs – and, in doing so, opened up the front of his too-short robe.

Cassie immediately caught sight of his
junk
.

She flopped down into her seat with a gasp, face turning absolutely red. A nervous glance in Rich’s direction revealed that her oblivious husband hadn’t even noticed! He was asking Magnus about that evening’s bout.

Nervously, Cassie glanced back – just to
confirm
that she wasn’t imagining Magnus’ accidental flashing.

At least, she
assumed
it was accidental.

But, no, she wasn’t imagining it. As Magnus lounged back in his chair, she got a full view up under his robe, and she could see
everything
.

Cassie’s mouth went dry.

Fuck me, she thought. Magnus wasn’t just large on the
outside
.

Breath quickening, and butterflies in her stomach, Cassie reached for her glass of vodka and took two nervous, stomach-scalding swallows.

As she did that, she stared at what Magnus was (she assumed) ‘accidentally’ presenting her with.

It was
huge
.

A big, thick, long dick that was easily as wide and girthy as Cassie’s own forearm. It reached nearly to Magnus’ knee.

And beneath that, two enormous goose-egg sized balls – balls so big that Cassie could probably have cradled one of each in the palm of her small hands.

She shuddered, and felt a throb between her legs at the mental image.

Whether intentionally or not, Magnus lounged back in his seat, and exposed more of his enormous dick and balls to the young couple as he did so.

This time, Rich
did
notice. He sat down abruptly in his seat, and his eyes shot open wide. Then he looked frantically back and forth, between the enormous Norwegian and his startled blonde wife.

They made eye contact, and the look in Rich’s eyes was unmistakable:

“Does he
know
that he’s flashing us?”

And the scary thing? Cassie had a sneaking suspicion that he
did
.

Chapter Seven

Of
course
Magnus knew that he was flashing them.

That was all part of his plan.

By now, he’d gotten it down to a fine art. Pour a lot of liquor down a girl (and her boyfriend or husband, too, if you had to.) Then flash her the ‘equipment.’ Magnus picked his under-sized robes specifically because he knew his cock and balls would hang out the bottom if he sat incorrectly.

Next, if the girl hadn’t run screaming from the room by that point (and this pretty Cassie girl clearly hadn’t) then it was fair game to implement the third and final phase of the plan:

Escalating things…

“So, Rich!” Magnus raised his empty glass, and prompted Rich to gulp down another mouthful of vodka. “I asked you if there was anything else you wanted me to sign.”

Rich looked confused. And a little bleary-eyed. That vodka was hitting him pretty fast.

“I-I don’t get you,” he murmured. “I think you signed everything in my bag…”

Magnus grinned wolfishly. He turned to Cassie.

“Well, last week when I was down in Vegas, I had some guy come up and ask me to sign his wife’s boobs.” Magnus winked. “Of course, I obliged.”

And, as Rich struggled to process this information, Magnus turned to look at Cassie and locked her gaze in his. Cassie shuddered as the Norwegian’s eye blue eyes captured her completely.

Magnus grinned. And, still staring deep into Cassie’s eyes, he very casually reached down and ‘adjusted’ himself under his robe.

Cassie moaned a little, as she watched this huge man take his giant hand, and casually squeeze his enormous cock and balls right in front of her.

Magnus’ smile widened.

“W-wait,” Rich was finally catching up. “Did you say you
signed her boobs
?”

“That’s exactly what I said,” Magnus nodded. He stood up them, letting his robe fall back down and hide his massive, swinging junk from view.

Crossing the dressing room, he reached into the ice-bucket for another 24-ounce bottle of Heineken, and popped it open with his teeth.

Rich was sitting there, looking a little bleary eyed.

“S-sign her boobs?”

Magnus grinned. He was taking the bait.

“Exactly,” the huge Norwegian grinned. “She whipped down her top, I signed them with Sharpies, and we took a picture.” He gulped down two long draughts of beer. “The guy was so proud. He told me he was going to show all his buddies back home.”

Rich’s face turned red at the thought.

“So,” Magnus grinned, pulling the Sharpie from his pocket. “You want me to sign this lovely young lady’s boobies, or what?”