Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance (15 page)

Right now he's observing me over thin-rimmed glasses I doubt he really needs. He's much older than me, but there's still trace of past strength. His hair is silver and so is his expensive suit. Jack Brandon is a man of contradictions, they say. Looks clean, talks politely, and kills you without hesitation.

"I wish I could say the same about this bunch," I answer.

He graces me with a small smirk. Good. The best way to deal with tyrants is to make them appreciate you.

"They're fine," he says dryly. "But I would expect nothing less from the man scheduled to fight Sam."

He motions for me to follow him to a table, while the bar is being cleaned up miraculously fast. I guess fights are pretty commonplace here.

"Talk," he tells me when I take a seat. "And maybe we can deal. Don't waste my time."

I thought long and hard what I might tell this man when I saw him.

"I don't mistake you for a charity," I say. "I will do my part. In return, I need two favors."

V
ictor is gone
.

It's amazing what a human being can get used to. For weeks and weeks, I've lived with the constant presence of Victor somewhere in my line of sight. He's there when I use the laptop, because they can't risk me sending e-mails. He's there when I take my hesitant first steps around the basement. At least I get a rest from Victor in the bathroom. Ricky won't allow him there with me. He won't let another man see me naked.

So when I look at the door and I don't see his figure hulking there, disapproving of everything I do, I have to pinch myself. It has to be a dream, right? Victor hasn't left me alone since I was brought back to Ricky's.

Right when I'm considering the end of the world as the most plausible explanation, Lee steps in. Every other emotion is immediately overrun by sheer joy.

I don't know how or why he's here and Victor isn't, but I don't question it.

All I know is that Lee takes one look at me and dashes across the room to catch me in his arms. It hurts to move so suddenly, but I take the pain gladly. After weeks of only
seeing
him, I'm back in his arms where I belong. Instantly, I know I can never be without him. There is no way. We have to find a way out of this, but for now I'm okay with him merely being
here
.

It
hurts
, everything hurts in a brilliant, beautiful way. Lee's body against my shivering form, his strong arms caressing my skin with surprising tenderness, his lips brushing against mine. All that with a hungry, desperate passion that leaves me aching all over, but happier than I've ever been.

His touch sends flashes of electricity through my veins, making me jump and burn for him. Lee's holding me like a porcelain doll, but his control slips and I love every second of it. He doesn't want to hurt me, I can tell, but it's as hard for him to control himself as it is for me.

"Lee," I finally dare to breathe.

I blink my eyes several times to make sure he's still there, that saying his name didn't somehow break the spell I'm under.

He's still there, the same maddening smirk on his lips that I first saw at the dinner party. I kiss him for that, biting his lips and being rewarded by an amused chuckle. Lee combs his fingers through my hair falling loosely over my shoulders.

"Hey you," he says, smiling. "You look good."

I laugh and he silences me with another kiss.

"I don't believe you," I say. "I got shot. I look like someone who got shot."

"You look gorgeous."

My heart stops for several seconds. That's Lee for you. He doesn't lie. He says everything he thinks out loud and it's horribly disarming. I want to tell him it's a really cheesy thing to say and that I'm no longer a teenage girl, but I am, I so am. I smile wider than I have in ages. Even my mouth feels weird, like it's no longer used to bending into that position. I can't control myself around him. Lee takes what he wants and my body jumps to his command as quickly as I do.

"You look good too."

We kiss, desperate to make up for lost time, changing between gentle and demanding, wanting everything all at once. Finally we have to pull apart and there is a serious look in Lee's eyes.

"How are the both of you?" he asks, tracing his fingers over my belly.

"Fine, I think," I say, smiling despite myself. "It would be better if there was a doctor I could talk to about this, but I haven't noticed anything odd. I think we're doing good."

I sound so proud, saying that and for a second there, I feel the glow people talk about. Lee is watching me with a burning gaze and it's the happiest I've been since the last night we spent together.

My eyes travel over his body too and I see that he's definitely been training. He looks positively stunning.

It's true. Lee always looks incredible to me, but today... maybe it's the fact I haven't seen him properly for a while. Dark passion in his eyes tempts me to go for another kiss. His body is too perfect to only look at. I have to trace every muscle, every inch of him. My fingers travel over familiar paths and I moan. I want more, so much more.

"Are you here to make me feel better?" I ask teasingly.

I was actually joking, making fun of the porn movie cliché of hospitals and sexy doctors who fuck their patients better. But Lee grins at me and pulls his shirt off. I am so mesmerized by the physical perfection presented to me that I don't protest.

I want to lick him, touch him, press him against my body to feel the sparks of pleasure he brings to life in me. Lee helps me get my shirt over my head. The room is slightly colder than I'd like and I shudder, making Lee lick his lips.

"Fuck, you're hot," he says.

I pull him closer, kissing him deeply as he unhooks my bra and pulls it off me. In his arms,
finally
. He sits on the bed, positioning himself so I don't have to move much. I rub myself slowly against his body, feeling my nipples get harder, pressed against his firm chest. I kiss his shoulders, caressing the muscles on his chest, longing to trace them with my tongue.

The flesh under my fingers is hard and unyielding,
rippling
when Lee moves. He gropes my tits, pushing them together and rubbing them against each other, kissing my nipples and licking around them. It drives the last of my common sense from my mind.

I'm drifting, flying in a lovely dream that's only about to get better. Lee pushes me onto my back and pulls off my pants. I watch him, trembling under the intensity of his gaze. He doesn't stop until I'm lying naked before his eyes and then he climbs on top of me, covering me with his body.

"You better not scream," he whispers to me. "We can't be caught."

I nod, the anticipation turning my blood to fire. The danger is getting ahold of me again. The door is closed, but it's not locked. Anyone could come by, Victor could return. I know I have to be silent, but fuck, it's difficult. Lee moves down my body to lie on his stomach between my thighs, pushing my legs apart.

I see the tattoos dance on his back, see the delicious shape of his ass, feel his wide shoulders between my thighs. It's enough to make me wet already. If he touches me, I don't know if I can—

The moan escapes my mouth, a treacherous whimper that is magnified a thousand times in my head as I freeze, waiting for someone to open the door. But it stays closed and looking down, I see Lee is anything but mad. He frowns at me playfully, but I don't think he is upset.

Why else would he repeat that, holding my gaze with those stormy eyes of his?

He bends his head forward and licks my clit again, slowly and teasingly. I will my body not to twist under his hands, because it hurts, but it barely listens. I'm no longer in control, Lee's tongue is, and it makes me twitch and shiver and arch gently, biting my tongue to stop the cries of pain and pleasure.

He's helping me, strong hands holding my hips down on the bed, but I find ways to surprise us both. It's
so good
, I have to pull up the blanket and bite down into it not to howl in pleasure. Lee's inflicting the worst kind of torment on me and I love it. His fingers are scissoring inside me, two of them brushing against the spot in my pussy, sending pulsating shots of ecstasy right to my core.

I tear at the sheets, they're a mess around me and I'm lost in the nest of them, but everything,
anything
is good enough to channel this. I bite my lip, trying to smother my moans and cries, but I can't catch all of them.

Lee's not helping with
that
. I feel his warm breath on my clit, his chuckles tickling my sensitive flesh when another wild sob escapes me. I think the bastard's enjoying this, enjoying how much I like what he's doing that I can't stay quiet to literally save our lives.

If I'm totally honest, I really can't. Lee is merciless and I am the victim of his amazing mouth. I see him stroking his cock with his other hand. I want to touch him, but I can't speak a single word.

His tongue on my clit is divine. It's everything he is, strong and hot and relentless. I feel Lee licking and sucking it, tugging at it gently with his lips. His wet tongue and mouth feel unbelievably good, making me arch against him despite the pain, pressing myself closer to him, but I barely need to.

Lee's eating my pussy like he's never tasted anything better, taking good, long swipes and darting his tongue inside me between his fingers. I squeal every time, only able to stop myself from rising up from the sheets by clutching the bed frame.

He's dragging this out, I can tell, but I've lost the sense of fear. I don't care who walks in. I want Lee to keep taking me to heaven and never bringing me down.

But I feel it when he speeds up. All of him switches gear, at least that's how it seems. His hand working on his huge cock is suddenly moving at a painful speed, stroking wildly. Lee pushes his fingers deeper inside me, drilling my pussy so fast I fear I might pass out. My head is buried into the blanket now and I'm screaming into its folds.

Every muscle in my body is locked into a paralysis, trembling under Lee's tongue. It feels as if it's everywhere on my pussy and clit, licking me fast into oblivion. I welcome it, sobbing. I press the blanket deeper into my mouth because I can't stop moaning Lee's name. I try to hold onto the bed, but my body is so oversensitive I'm reduced to bare instincts.

I'm no longer in control; Lee's holding all the strings. I cry out and gasp again and again as I come, quivering from head to toe in wild, rhythmless spasms. The pain is back, but the unstoppable rush of pleasure drowns it.

Lee's sitting up, panting heavily, his hand stroking his hard cock. His eyes are locked on me, his lips parted. I can barely move any of my limbs, but I push my leg between his, massaging the inside of his thigh with my toes. I brush against his balls, making him groan in pleasure. Lee winces as he comes, grunting, the same ripples passing through him that laid waste to me. He comes on his hand and my legs, never breaking eye contact with me.

We sit there, breathless, oblivious to everything but each other.

After what seems like an eternity of Lee lazily caressing my legs, sliding his hands up to my thighs and back to my toes, he moves away. With a disappointed sigh, he brings a paper towel to clean us both up. As quickly as I can, I dress and he covers up that amazing body too.

I feel empty and sad in the aftermath of the perfect moment just for the two of us, knowing that he has to leave.

Lee sits down on the bed with me again, lifting up my chin with his finger. I'm surprised to see the smirk still there. Before I thought it was the sight of me that made him happy, but it's something else.

"I didn't make the gatekeeper disappear just to make you come, you know," he says. "Although I have to say it was a major part of the plan."

"It was you?" I ask, honestly curious. "How did you get rid of Victor? I didn't take him for the type to accept bribes."

"He's not," Lee admits. "No, I had outside help. It was a risky bet. But Ricky's a suspicious fuck and he doesn't trust anyone else."

"Outside help," I repeat. "Who?"

"That's what I really came here to tell you," Lee goes on. "We have a new friend. They're responsible for the mess upstairs. A brawl with guys you don't want fighting in your club. He will help."

"Really."

"All right, he's not what you'd honestly call
friend
."

"What would I call them then?" I tease.

"The mob," Lee says. "But knowing your skill in recognizing them, I'd—"

I try to slap him, glaring playfully. Lee catches my hand easily and snorts, nodding.

"Fair enough. I want you to know there is someone on our side. I needed to tell you that."

For the first time since I've known him, Lee looks positively worried. The look in his eyes is caring, something I never truly expected from him. It's
Lee
; he doesn't do the sweet stuff. He fucks and jokes and fights. He doesn't care about things like that. I mean, he didn't before. Am I really doing this? Is the bad guy turning good?

"I wanted you to know it's going to be all right, Raina," Lee finishes. "There is a way out. For the both of us. No Ricky, no danger. You and me and the baby, alone and safe."

It sounds almost too good to be true. I want so badly to take this as a ray of hope, but my hopes have been dashed every time I raise one. I hate Ricky for this, for ruining everything in my life, including my ability to hope for something better.

I think Lee notices, because he takes my hand. Also something he never used to do before. I sense it feels weird for him too, as if he's forgotten how to be intimate instead of horny. Like a blast from the past, from a happier, easier time, it reminds me of why I love him.

It does what his words alone couldn't do; it makes me feel better.

"There is only one thing," Lee goes on, and it's instantly clear to me I'm not going to like what's coming. "Do you want all that? No more Ricky? Freedom?"

"Of course," I tell him.

"Then I need you to do something for me. For us."

"If I can, I will," I promise him.

Lee hesitates for a bit, but explains.

"This plan of mine and our friend... if Ricky suspects
anything
, he'll find a way to ruin it. For this to work, Raina, he
needs
to believe everything is going his way."

I simply stare.

"You're joking," I tell him. "You want me to be with Ricky again."

"
No
," Lee says at once to my surprise, with viciousness that startles me. "Never that. You're mine now, I told you. I will never let anything happen to you again. That includes everything to do with that prick."

"You don't know what he has planned for me," I begin, but Lee cuts me off.

"I do, trust me," he snarls. "Over my dead body."

I want to tell him that from what I've read about Sam, it might very well happen. But I can't.

"So what do you want me to do?" I ask.

"Nothing," Lee says.

"A wonderful plan," I tell him, smiling despite myself.

Even the chance of escaping Ricky at last is lifting my mood. Lee kisses me again, forcefully. I melt into it, taking every memory I can to hold dear when I'm guarded again.