Takedown (9 page)

Not her. Not his bestfriend’s girlfriend.

Why was he thinking about this anyway? Just because his father had mentioned it?

Speaking of Megan, he just spotted her at a table with his cousin, Jason. The son of a bitch was flirting with her. He had pulled his chair so close to her and was staring at her with his self-made hypnotic gaze that he always used as a tool to attract women.

“Fuck that son of a bitch,” he uttered under his throat.

Chapter  11

Blaze paced towards the table and squeezed himself between the two lovebirds. He glared at his cousin. “Get your filthy eyes off her,” he warned.

Jason was briefly dumbfounded, and then he grinned. “What’s wrong? We were just talking.”

Blaze bent down to peer at Jason’s face. “Go find yourself another woman to fuck tonight, asshole,” he whispered so Megan would not hear it.

Jason snickered in Blaze’s face. “Am I getting this right?”

Blaze knew what his cousin was thinking—that he was jealous. He straightened and tapped Jason’s chair. “Move.”

“Alright,” Jason replied with a taunting grin and dragged his chair away.

“What’s wrong?” Megan asked.

Blaze turned to her. “Boys talk, darling.”

She frowned, and then nodded. “Okay. Could you excuse me for a minute?”

“Sure.”

He waited until she disappeared at the corner, and then he sat on the chair she just vacated.

“No wonder you didn’t introduce me to her earlier,” Jason teased.

Jason may have been a psychologist, and most of the time, his intuition had been correct, but not this time.

“I just don’t like you for her?”

“Because?”

“Because?” Blaze taunted. “You just broke up with Danielle and here you are flirting with my escort.”

“She said you two are just friends. So what’s wrong with that?”

“Do you remember that octagon girl you called fat?”

“Yes, that’s her. And I still think she’s a little fat, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like her.”

“You will not play her.”

“Hey, hey.” Jason raised his hands. “I may be a womanizer, as they call it, but I only get to change girlfriends at most twice a year. While you, I’d be amazed if you can last with one woman for a month. So between the two of us, she’s safer with me.”

“She is a friend.”

“Really?” Jason grinned. “Then why are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You came out of nowhere, ruined our private moment, and glared at me like you wanted to strangle me dead. Now, you say you’re not jealous?”

“I’m not,” Blaze insisted. “I’m just protecting her from pricks like you.”

Jason laughed. “She’s in a lot more danger with you than with anyone else. And why would you protect her? Since when did you care about a woman other than your mother?”

“You want to know the truth.” Blaze had decided to tell his cousin the truth to stop all these teasing. “She was Bryan Miller’s girlfriend.”

Stunned, Jason’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I never knew Miller had a girlfriend.”

“Nobody knew. They kept it secret.”

“And he died without telling his parents about her?”

“They knew, but they didn’t like her.”

“Oh.” Jason’s smile faded. “Well, it had been six months. Or is it seven months? It’s about time she moved on.”

“Yes, but not for a prick like you.”

“Since you like her that much, I’m stepping back. She’s all yours, man.”

Blaze drew his brows together. “I just told you she’s a friend.”

“Friend my ass. You like her.”

“She’s my bestfriend’s girlfriend,” he gritted, annoyed at Jason’s insistence.

“So what?”

“So what?”

Jason threw his hands in the air and took a sip from his glass. “No offense, Blaze, but Bryan is dead.”

“That is exactly the reason why I’m protecting her, because Bryan can’t do it anymore.”

“Is that the reason, or is it just an excuse so you can butt-kick every potential suitor away from her?”

“Only if he’s a prick like you.”

“Every man who comes near her is a prick to you. Look,” Jason nodded to his right. “There’s another prick.”

Blaze turned in the direction and found Lawrence, her father’s godson who was twice the womanizer Jason was but half the womanizer Blaze was, offering Megan a drink.

“The hell,” he growled and stood up. He heard Jason laughing, but he ignored him and headed for Megan. He might as well take her home right now before any of these pricks get her.

His father may have been known for his fidelity, but half of his relatives and friends were his exact opposite. That included him.

*****

“You were such a douche,” Megan accused Blaze as she stepped out of his car. “Why did you bring me to that party if you’d just push every man who were just trying to be friendly?”

“I was protecting you,” Blaze defended and followed her to the porch. “Those guys are pricks. They will seduce you until you give in to them, and then they’d leave you.”

Megan stopped walking and turned around to look at him. Look who’s talking? “Sounds a lot like you.”

He squinted. “What do you want to say?”

She smirked and opened her door. She didn’t have to answer that. She knew that he understood what she meant.

“Hey.” He followed her inside. “You’re not talking about that night in Boulder City, are you?”

“I didn’t say anything,” she replied, tossing her purse on the couch.

He grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him. He sighed before he spoke. “I never considered that as a one night stand. I stayed away from you after that for another reason, not because I wanted to get rid of you. I supposed you understood that without me having to explain it to you.”

She tapped his hand off her arm and sat on the couch. She knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that she felt used and abandoned.

“Really, Megan.” He sat beside her while she pulled her sandals off. “That night is special to me, but at that time, it felt wrong.”

“I know, it was,” she replied. “But it’s been a while, Blaze. What do you want me to do? Keep grieving?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then let me move on. Stop driving men away from me.”

“I only drive away pricks. Go out with a good man and I’ll leave you alone.”

“I can take care of myself from pricks. I’ve done it for years.”

“Then why haven’t you saved yourself from me that night? I am a prick, too.”

She could not speak, but she knew the answer—because she could not resist him, and she needed him to ease away her grief.

But she didn’t have to say anything, because he could see it through her eyes.

His phone rang, to her relief, but he did not answer it. Instead, he moved closer to her. “Do you still think about that night, Megan?” he asked.

She swallowed. He was so close to her, his lips barely half a foot away. The heat emanating from his body was drawing her closer to him.

He lifted his hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. It sent tingles down her toes.

Once again, she was overwhelmed by his charm. It was going to happen again, and she was too helpless to resist. Deep inside her, she wanted it. She wanted him.

Her eyes shut closed as his lips descended on hers. They both sighed, as if they’ve finally gotten what they’ve been craving for in a long time.

His mouth was hot and demanding. Its gentle start suddenly turned vicious. His tongue restlessly explored her insides and his hands were all around her body.

It was a wild bliss, but she needed air. Just in time, he released her mouth and slid his lips down her neck and throat. He pushed her down the sofa and cupped her breasts.

She yielded her body to him, holding on tight to his neck while he devoured her neck with nibbles and licks.

“Megan,” he groaned in her ear. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

She moaned when he pressed his hips against hers to show her what he meant. His erection was massive and hard as a rock.

Her legs parted in its own accord. Her clit throbbed. She needed to feel that hard piece of flesh inside her once again.

“Blaze,” she whimpered, rubbing against his erection. “Please.”

“You want it now?” he asked, tugging down the strap of her dress.

“Yes,” she replied, but he ignored her and took one nipple deep inside his mouth. He sucked it hard until she cried.

“I can’t get enough of these nips,” he said a moment later and switched to the other nipple, lapping it loud and wet with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

If he only knew how his words made her happy. She hoped that it was the reason why he did not want her to go through with the surgery.

“You like it?” she had to ask.

“Very much,” he replied.

She moved her fingers to his front and started to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to feel him too—those solid muscles that had haunted her dreams for many nights.

“Oh, Megan, you taste so good. I’ve been with dozens of women, but none of them made me want them for another night, aside from you.”

Dozens of women?

She knew that, but why did it suddenly bother her? And didn’t she just see him with Leslie a few days ago? She knew he’d had a one-night stand with Leslie before. Leslie had proudly spoken about it. When Leslie came to his office a few days ago, surely they’d done it again.

The flame he had ignited in her body died instantly. She pushed him away.

Stunned and perplexed, he stared at her while she fixed her dress. “W-what?” he asked a moment later.

She rose from the couch to stand before him. “Is that how you seduce your women? And the next day, you’d act like you don’t know them?”

“I just told you you’re special,” he said, rising from the couch to pull her back to him.

She tapped his hands away. “Every woman to you is special, for a night, at least.”

He stood before her, towering over her five and a half feet height. The sight of his naked chest alone was enough to tempt her back in his arms, but she wouldn’t be that foolish again. This had to stop or she’d end up being hurt in the end, or the next day.

“I know you want me, Megan,” he said seductively, gradually closing in the gap between them. “Just give in to me, darling. Don’t resist it. I’ll make you happy.”

Fuck, his voice had awakened the fire within her. She was going to lose this battle if she won’t do something.

He lowered his head and softly kissed her cheek and lips. She remained immobile, struggling to resist this man’s dangerous charm.

“This is the reason why you didn’t want those men to speak to me. You said you were protecting me, but the truth is you wanted me to yourself.”

He stopped and looked at her face, frowning. “I didn’t plan for this. I just found you so beautiful in that dress I couldn’t stop my dick from swelling.” He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. “See?”

Quickly, she pulled her hand off his grip. He quickly grabbed her around the waist and kissed her again.

“Give it up, Megan,” he murmured. “You’re mine.”

She did not move and pretended to kiss him back. When he had lowered down his defenses, she decided to put into action something the Battledome guys had taught her.

She kicked his ankle sideways. He lost his balance and he fell to the floor.

“Fuck!” he growled and quickly stood up.

She ran to the kitchen to get a knife. When he followed her, she pointed the sharp end of the fillet knife towards him.

Just a moment ago, his face was glowing with desire and lust, now it was marred with anger.

This was bad, but she was not afraid of him. She had to show him she wasn’t just any woman he could fuck the night through and abandon the next morning.

“Come on, ex-champ. Try me.”

He stopped at the doorway, taken by surprise with her courage. “You really think you can take me?”

“Anytime.”

He chuckled. “Put that knife down and let’s settle this.”

“No. You have the advantage of strength over me so it’s only fair that I should hold a weapon.”

He shook his head. “I don’t hurt women.”

“You’d better not.”

“I don’t intend to. You attacked me. What was that for?”

“I told you I didn’t want it.”

He ran his fingers over his disheveled hair. “Couldn’t you have just said no?”

“I tried.”

“No, you didn’t. You weren’t making any sense.”

“You’re just a pompous prick who thinks no woman could ever resist you. Get out of my house, right now.”

He crossed his arms and stood his ground. “Make me.”

She held the knife higher.

He laughed. “Come on. Stab me if you can.”

“What do you want?” she asked furiously.

“I want you.”

“I don’t want you.”

“So what am I going to do with this?” he asked, pointing at his crotch. His erection was still protruding through his pants.

“Jack it off,” she replied. “Make your hands useful.”

“Why don’t you do it for me? I like the feel of a woman’s hand on my cock better than my own.”