Romance: JADEN: An MMA Fighter Romance (Bad Boy Tattoo Romance) (New Adult Pregnancy Short Stories) (11 page)

“Hmm, what would be a suitable punishment for such a naughty girl?”

“Oh don’t go easy on me sir, I’m no girl, I am all woman.”  She raised her eyebrows at me and I went crazy with desire for this side of Nikki I was yet to see and explore.

“Really.  Well, I’ll have to fuck you really hard then!”

Nikki tried to keep a smile from coming onto her face.  She turned around and suddenly pushed everything off my desk.  She had shocked me into silence and she looked at me.  She had obviously shocked herself too, and we both burst into laughter.

She jumped on my desk; sitting on the edge and opened her legs.  She grabbed my tie and pulled me towards her.

“Then fuck me, sir, I’ll show you hard.”

This time, I bit my lip.  I pushed her down onto the desk so she was lying flat on her back and I lay on top of her with my legs entwined in hers.  I could see her breasts through the buttons that had popped open and I thrust my hands inside grabbing them hard.  And then I kissed her hard.  Our hands were going crazy trying to rip each other’s clothes off, our tongues were travelling in every single direction on every part of our bodies.  And then?  And then we slowed down and we made love; soft, hard, slow, fast, mind-blowing, exhausting love.

We were now panting in each other’s arms on the faux fur rug under my desk; naked, sweating and delirious to where we were.  Until there was a knock at the door.

“Hang on!”  I yelled out, almost too quickly and I rushed around chucking clothes to Nikki as I hopped on one leg at a time pulling my pants back on.  It seemed like a lifetime until we looked presentable again but with my constant shouts to the person on the other side of the door to WAIT!  I think we may have managed.

“Hunter, my man.  How are you?  Sorry to keep you waiting.”  I shook my accountant’s hand and lead him into the room as Nikki slipped passed with a small smile in his direction.

“Sorry Hunter, we were on quite an important phone call and I couldn’t wrap it up any quicker.”

He looked at me questioningly for a second and then decided to go along with my lie.

Nikki

The elevator became a routine make-out for me and Sam this week.  At first the mirrors encircling us made me a little insecure but once that passed, they managed to make everything even more exciting.  I could see Sam’s physique from every angle, and every angle was amazing.

When we arrived at my house, Dad invited Sam in for dinner.  He seemed very hesitant (of course I knew why), but my dad insisted and Sam couldn’t say no any more times.  

We sat at the table and Helen, being a chef, had really outdone herself with the array of choices covering the table between us.  I was sitting next to Sam and every time Helen or my dad talked to him, I slipped my hand up his leg until I couldn’t go any further.  It was fun seeing Sam squirm in his seat and his voice change octaves every time my touch got a little too much.

“So Sam, how’s Beth going?”  Dad asked, and I felt Sam’s legs tense up under my hand.  I looked up at him and his whole demeanour had changed.  He was stiff and looked worried.  I went to remove my hand from his lap but he grabbed it and squeezed it tight and didn’t let go.

“She’s okay.  She is still away at the moment but she will be back at work next week.  Can you please pass me the corn mum?”  

I noticed Sam’s poor attempt of trying to change the subject but the fact that it sounded like Beth was a colleague put me at some ease.  She must have been an ex-girlfriend or a fling from work.  I slowly retreated my hand from Sam’s but gave him a smile to make sure he knew I wasn’t upset…yet anyway.

“And how are the wedding plans going, sweetie?  Did Beth find a dress up there?”

NOW I WAS UPSET!  I stepped in straight away trying to stay neutral to the conversation.

“Wedding?  I didn’t know you were getting married Sam?”  My intention was to say this and look straight into his eyes so he could see how angry I was, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at his pathetic face.

“Well actually mum…”

I couldn’t listen anymore.

“I’m not feeling very well.  I’ll be back in a second.”  I excused myself from the table and headed down the hallway towards my bedroom.  I made it just in time for my breakdown.  

I cried and cried and I didn’t make it back to the table to finish dinner.  

Dad came in later to ask if I was okay and tell me Sam had said bye.  I told him I was feeling a little better and I thought it was just a stomach bug.  He seemed happy with my answer and left me to sleep my ‘stomach bug’ away.  If only it were that easy.

Sam

The second I reached my car I drove around the corner and stopped to ring Nikki.  If she had stayed at the dinner table she would have realised that I wasn’t lying to her.

I dialled her number but I kept getting her message bank.  I should have expected that but I wanted to at least try talking before I had to try and explain it all in a message.  But I guess a message was now my only option.

NIKKI, CAN I PLEASE COME AND TALK TO YOU?”

Nothing.

NIKKI, I’M SORRY I’VE HURT YOU.  BETH AND I ARE OVER.’

Nothing again.  I guess I had no choice but to type it all out in a text.

‘BETH AND I WERE ENGAGED BUT WE DECIDED TO TAKE A BREAK FOUR WEEKS AGO AND THINGS HAVEN’T GOTTEN BETTER.  THEY HAVE GOT WORSE.  AND THEN I MET YOU AND I GOT BETTER.  I DON’T LOVE BETH AND I HAVEN’T FOR LONGER THAN I WANTED TO ADMIT.  PLEASE LET ME COME AND TALK TO YOU.’

Five minutes passed and I still hadn’t got a reply.  I was just about to send another message and my phone vibrated in my hand with a message.

‘A BREAK IS NOT A BREAK-UP.’

That was all.  She did have a very strong argument there but I was willing to do anything to make things right again.

‘NIKKI, I UNDERSTAND THAT AND I KNOW IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH BUT IN MY MIND, THE MOMENT BETH AND I DECIDED TO ‘BREAK’, WE WERE OVER.  I DIDN’T WANT TO TELL ANYONE BECAUSE I WAS EMBARRASSED.  I FELT LIKE I HAD FAILED.  I SPOKE TO BETH AFTER LAST SATURDAY AND I FINISHED THINGS FOR GOOD.  BECAUSE I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.  I HAVE FALLEN FOR THE MOST INCREDIBLE WOMAN AND THAT IS YOU.’

‘SO YOU WERE TECHNICALLY STILL WITH HER WHILE WE WERE FUCKING ON SATURDAY NIGHT?’

‘PLEASE DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT.  I MADE A MISTAKE BUT I PROMISE YOU I HAVEN’T SEEN BETH SINCE YOU ARRIVED.  PLEASE GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU.’

Ten minutes passed and still nothing.  I decided to drive home and try again in the morning.  I had ruined everything.

Two in the morning and my phone vibrated in my hand.  I had fallen asleep holding it, in the hope Nikki would message me.  Four hours later and she finally did.  I opened the message.

‘OKAY.’

Okay?  I looked back at my previous message to see what she meant.  She was giving me another chance.  I smiled and fell asleep with Nikki’s message sitting in the palm of my hand.  I could almost feel her warmth around me.

Nikki

I woke up the next morning feeling like I hadn’t slept at all.  After thinking about everything that had happened the night before, my calmer more rational self, (and with more sleep), began to realise that maybe Sam hadn’t really done anything too bad; nothing I couldn’t forgive at least.  I looked at my phone and I had a message from thirty minutes ago.

‘CAN I PICK YOU UP IN AN HOUR SO WE CAN TALK?’

I wanted to make him suffer for a bit but considering he wanted to pick me up in thirty minutes I sent back straight away, a little worried that he may have made other plans in the time it had taken for me to write back.

‘SURE.’

He messaged me when he was out the front and I quickly slipped out the front door and into his car so we could race away without being spotted by Dad or Helen.  Once we were around the corner, Sam reached into the back seat and pulled out a bouquet of red roses and handed them to me.

I tried to hide my excitement but smiled briefly.

“They are beautiful Sam.”

He reached over and squeezed my hand.

“You look amazing today Nikki.  Like always.”

I smiled.

“I’m sorry about last night Nikki.” He pulled the car over to the side of the road, put it in 'park' and turned his body towards me.

“I’ve fallen in love with you Nikki and I never ever want a day to go by without you.”

My heart pounded in my chest and my hands were sweating considerably.  His sudden confession had stunned me, but more than anything, I just wanted to say it back.

“Let’s not talk about last night, Sam.  I just want to get back to loving you.”  I smiled sweetly and he leant over and kissed me with all the passion he had.  And corny as hell, but we drove off into the sunset—in love, holding hands, and excited for the road ahead of us.

THE END

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by Kristen Chase

“You have been such a great influence on Jack, Kaitlin.”

“Thanks.” 

I smiled at Trey and he smiled at me with a look I wasn’t expecting.

“You are quite a wonderful girl, I don’t know how he snapped you up.” 

He joked with me and laughed that incredibly dorky dad laugh he always had, which then made me laugh too.

“Me neither.”  I agreed and we laughed again.

He stared into my eyes and I suddenly felt uncomfortable, like he was undressing me just like that.  I peeled my eyes away, embarrassed at what his eyes suggested, and scared that someone might be around watching us interact like this—like his son and my boyfriend, or his wife. 

I had always had a great bond with Jack’s dad, and he definitely treated me better than Jack did, but Jack was young still, and, well, his dad was not.  Plus, he wasn’t my boyfriend so I hadn’t spent nearly enough time around him for the possibility of disrespect to come into play.  And I’m not saying Jack treated me terribly, but he had made me cry more times than I thought a boyfriend should.  But what would I know, he was my first boyfriend I guess, and from what I heard from all of my friends, all boyfriends were a little difficult to handle.  We knew it was just a stage though, you know—a teenager thing.  We couldn’t have too many expectations while we were still so young.  They were learning just as much as we were.

“Hey chubs.”

Jack walked up behind me grabbing my love handles and I struggled out of his grip.

He knew I hated him touching me there, it made me feel fat; his comments didn’t help either.

Trey looked at him disappointedly.

“Jack, how many times do I need to tell you that you’re not going be able to keep a good girl like this when you call her names.”

“Shut up dad!  She loves it, don’t you chubs?”

“You know I hate it.” 

I looked at Jack seriously but he laughed once again as if it was all one big joke and I felt the need to cover myself up.

I used to feel quite confident in my body.  I knew I was a bit overweight, but I made it work, and I think that’s what drew Jack to me in the first place.  But now he had sucked all the confidence out of me and I was left wondering why he even wanted to be with me anymore.  Come to think of it, I’m not really sure why I even stayed with him.  I loved him of course but I knew I didn’t love our relationship.  It was just hard to quit something that I had gotten so used to.  He told me he loved me too, mostly after or during sex, but other times he did too.  Well, I guess the other times weren’t much better either.  It was always to pull me back to him when he had upset me.  He was the king of manipulation and even though I knew he was doing it, I was powerless to stop it.  I don’t know why, but I had lost all my power the moment I said I would be his girlfriend.

Sometimes I felt that his character wasn’t exactly all his fault though and I almost felt sorry for him.  His mother, you see, was, to cut it short, a bitch!  She was never around, due to her booming business, which I know is quite incredible in itself, considering she had made them all billionaires, but when she was home, she ruled the house like she was the boss there too, like it was no different than her workplace.  They were all terrified of her, even Jack.  I would see him so vulnerable in her presence and I just wanted to save him, but then I saw Jack’s dad, and I couldn’t understand why Jack hadn’t taken more attributes from him.  I mean, I didn’t exactly comprehend why Trey would let his wife treat them all the way she did, but apart from that, which was none of my business and I really knew nothing about, he was a pretty great guy, and he loved Jack and his brothers more than anything.  Jack was the youngest of the three boys though and the other two had left home as soon as they legally could, but when they came around to the house, I could see, without a doubt, the invaluable bond they shared with their dad.  This was not shared with Jack though, and I once again found myself feeling sorry for Jack who now seemed to be the one that was left out, and I could definitely see the reasons for all of his anger.  I know that didn’t mean I deserved to be his punching bag, but I did love him so I didn’t know what else I could really do.

***

Even though Jack had his own Lamborghini and I was still stuck catching shitty public transport, it was very rare that he ventured over to my house, or even picked me up.  I was kind of embarrassed by my living situation though, especially compared to Jack’s mansion house, and of course Jack’s numerous crude comments about how poor I was didn’t make it easier.  I wasn’t actually poor at all and my house was just your average house, nothing wrong with it at all, but once again, when we are comparing to Jack, nothing quite lives up to his arrangement.  Plus, my parents were not exactly great to me either so I didn’t mind having to get out of the house and over to Jack’s.  His house was big enough that everybody could be home and we could still have our privacy.

I knocked on his front door, knowing I would have to wait an extra minute or so for someone to actually make it through the house and to the door. 

Trey finally answered and welcomed me in.

“Hi Trey, how are you?”

“Great thank-you Kaitlin.  How are you?”

“Good thanks.  Is Jack home?  I noticed his car wasn’t outside?”

“No, actually he has been out all day.  Did he know you were coming over?”

“Yeah, I spoke to him this morning.”

“That would be right.” 

He rolled his eyes and I followed him to the lounge room to sit down and wait.

“Would you like me to give him a call sweetheart?”

“Oh that’s okay, I can call him.  Thanks Trey.”

“Well, would you like a drink while you wait?”

“No thanks, I’m fine.”

Trey left the room and I tried dialling Jack’s mobile, but it kept ringing out.

“No luck?”

Trey entered the room again with a coffee cup and sat on the couch next to me, seeing me looking at my phone frustrated.

“He is hopeless with his phone.”  I sighed trying to brush off Jack’s unreliability as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Boys are all a bit hopeless.”  He laughed and I smiled at him for his efforts to make me feel better. 

I was used to Jack, though.  This wasn’t the first time I would have to wait for him and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“I can keep you company anyway.”

“Oh, that’s okay Trey.  I don’t want to bother you.”

“Don’t be silly.  You are not a bother one bit.  I’d be glad to spend some time with you.”

There it was—that uncomfortable air rising between us again.  I forced out a smile.  I actually did really enjoy Trey’s company but I didn’t really like the way he was so friendly to his son’s girlfriend.  And how many girlfriends of his sons’ had he been friendly to in the past?  I shuddered at the thought and even though I usually really liked Trey, my thoughts had made me a little wearier of him.  I didn’t want to be though.  I had been with Jack for almost a year now and Trey had always been a very decent and genuine person.  Maybe it was the way my body reacted to his comments that was making it uncomfortable.  Maybe he was just being friendly but now my mind somehow broke it up and put it back together in a very different way.

I looked over at Trey and his eyes were fixated on the television.  His jaw was clenching tight as he watched Hulk Hogan body slam Andre the Giant—a replay I had unfortunately seen way too many times.  However, I found myself attracted to Trey’s intense attention to his all-time favourite wrestling program.  The thought of what it would be like to kiss a man with a beard involuntarily came into my mind and I shook my eyes away, immediately angry that my mind had taken me there.  I wasn’t thinking about kissing Trey of course, his beard had just provoked random thoughts about things that were not connected to him in any way.

Trey turned off the television and focused his attention back onto me.  His eyes seemed ever bluer than I’d remembered, if that’s even possible.  Of course it’s possible.

“Sorry, I just needed my daily dose.”  He laughed.

“Oh me too.  That one’s my favourite.”  I said this sarcastically, but Trey’s face lit up with surprise and a pinch of hope.

“Really?” 

He leaned forward in excitement and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I was joking.  Hogan’s moustache is sexy and all but I definitely could live without seeing it ever again.”

Trey looked at me in shock, as if I had just personally attacked him.

“You think moustaches are sexy hey?”  He said stroking his own with his hand and laughing. 

Phew, he wasn’t offended by my response.  And he wasn’t actually looking for a response to his question about his own moustache thank goodness.  He got up before I could say anything and this actually made the situation not nearly as awkward as it could have been.

“Just getting another cuppa, you sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’m sure, thank-you.”

***

“Sorry I’m late babe.” 

Jack came walking into the lounge and threw his bag off his shoulder.

“Totally forgot you were comin’ over.”

“That’s okay.”  I said even though it wasn’t, never was, and never would be.

“What’s the plan?”

“You said you were going to take me out?”

“Did I?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Shit okay, no need to get your large panties in a twist.”

I sighed inside and I felt myself being crushed further by his compulsive insults towards me.

“Well, what you want to do?”

“Whatever you want Jack.”  I immediately regretted my automatic reply.  Why did I just say that?

“Awesome, the bedroom it is.  Let’s get it on babe.”

I rolled my eyes and felt my stomach twist on itself.

“Fuck, don’t be a bitch, Kaitlin.  You said whatever I want.”

“I know, sorry.  I had just got my hopes up that you were taking me out tonight.”

He laughed at me.  “You should know better than that.”

It was true.  I should have known better and I was so angry with myself for giving him the benefit of the doubt once again.  But what was even more upsetting was the fact that he so carelessly admitted that he knew this too but yet didn’t do anything about it.

I smiled weakly and followed him upstairs.

“You should be happy Kaitlin.  No one else is gonna hold those thighs up like I do.”

I was too angry to say anything.  I was too angry to fight him off.  I was too angry to feel the pain.  I was too used to it to care.

***

“Are you okay?”

Trey looked at me sympathetically and I immediately knew he had heard me and Jack arguing last night.

“Yeah I’m fine.” 

It seemed like a lie, but it was kind of true.  I had lost my ability to feel deeply anymore and I was already over Jack’s harsh words that he spat all over me in last night’s wars.

“I know he’s my son, but I don’t want you thinking I like how he treats you, Kaitlin.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Thanks,” I guess was the only thing I remotely thought would be appropriate.

“You don’t have to be treated like that.”

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t.”

I looked at Trey shocked that he was being so direct.  I knew he didn’t like the way Jack treated me, but he had never pushed it like this before.  I knew he had always held back because Jack was his son so I was confused why his questioning this time was any different.

“It’s really not that bad.”

He sighed and sat down next to me. 

“Can I trust you with something Kaitlin?”

“Of course.” 

I smiled, unsure of what I was getting myself into.

“I don’t want to scare you or make you think differently of me, but I used to be a lot like Jack you know?”

I looked at him shocked but let him continue.

“I treated Jack’s mother very badly.  I loved her very much and I didn’t realise how much I was hurting her.  And when I did realise, it was too late.  Jack knows Janette isn’t his birth mother, but he was too young when his mother died for him to remember her.”

Trey’s eyes started to well up with tears and I could see a lot of pain rising to the surface.  I felt very uncomfortable, but this time it was because I wanted to comfort him and I knew I couldn’t.  I gave him his space and waited for him to speak again.

“Sorry, sorry.  I miss her a lot.  I won’t go into any more detail here, but I’m just trying to say that I completely broke the love of my life’s spirit and I don’t want that to happen to another person that I care deeply about.”

I swallowed down a lump of nerves and looked at his weeping eyes.  I don’t know what I came over me, but I reached out and wiped one of his tears away.  Trey slowly raised his hand to mine and I felt a rush of emotions shoot through me.  I pulled my hand away and stood up abruptly.