The Ultimate Fight (13 page)

“Nope too late. Let’s get your clothes packed up. Don’t worry about your furniture and stuff I will put it in storage for you.” Damon interjected.

“I don’t think I like to be ganged up on.”

“Doesn’t really matter. Come on baby.” Damon said dragging Mya to her feet and engulfing her in a tight hug. Barron grinded his teeth at the sight gaining a disapproving look from Damon over Mya’s shoulder.

The three worked hard packing up all the suit cases Mya had in her house with her clothes. Since Barron had Thomas drop him off, he drove Mya’s car to his house after they loaded up. He had his doubts that Mya and Damon were platonic friends. If they weren’t intimate while Barron was in the picture, were they in the past. Either way he figured those questions would have to wait for a later date because he didn’t want to further upset her. His parents were due back tomorrow and it is officially time for introductions. Having doubts of how this is all going to work out but excited nonetheless. Mya was adamant about having her own room and he reluctantly obliged knowing he would find a way to get her into his bed eventually.

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Mya woke up in Barron’s bed totally confused. She knew for a fact she fell asleep in the bed in the guest room she had chosen for herself. How the hell she had ended up in his room and bed was the mystery. Only one person could give her the answer that she seeks but he wasn’t in the bed with her. Rolling out of the bed, walking to the sitting area, bathroom, and finally the closet she realized he wasn’t nowhere in sight. Deciding to go shower and do her hygiene she went back to her room. Grabbing her phone, she shot him a quick text to see where he was. His reply was that he was in his personal gym downstairs in the basement. Mya slowly made her way down the many stairs in his house to see what the mister of the house was up to. The sight she was greeted with was magnificent.

Barron was before her in some basketball shorts, no shirt bench pressing what seemed like an awful lot. Sweat was glistening all over his upper body. His muscles rippled with each push and pull of the weight bar. She had been around Damon on several occasions when he would work out but this was too different. This man is the man she laid with, the man who impregnated her, and most importantly the man who she was falling for. This was a dangerous situation Mya had put herself in. Living with the object of her affection while they are just supposed to be working together to get through this pregnancy. How can they be co-parents if one of the parents is in love with the other and the other has no clue? What she wouldn’t do to settle her weeping triangle right on his lap and ride him until her hunger was quenched?

“Like what you see?” Barron questioned looking at her flustered face. He knew the look on her face and she was horny as hell.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Can I get it?”

“You can have whatever you like!” Barron mimicked the TI song.

“Oh really.” Mya couldn’t resist temptation and flirted back.

“All you gotta do is take it.”

“Take it?”

“I promise I won’t fight.” Barron remained in the laying position on the bench when he put the
bar back on the rack beckoning Mya to come closer. At first he thought she would be all talk but she called his bluff when she sashayed her thick hips over to stand in front of him.

“Pinky promise.” She leaned over resting her hands on the top of his basketball shorts making his rod stand straight up.

“Hell yeah. Whatever you need me to say?” Barron drew in a shaky breath hoping she wasn’t teasing him cause he was gonna beat the shit out of his punching bag if she left him like this. “Baby it’s all you.”

“I like the sound of that.” She commenced to pulling his shorts over his hips, down his legs, and left them pooled at his feet. Lifting her dress and removing her panties, Mya was left wide open for whatever. Straddling him, she stood on either side of his body lifting his member aligning it with her hot opening. Rubbing the head from the clit down her slit to collect the moisture that seeped out causing him to hiss from the sensitivity. Easing down inch by glorious inch, Mya didn’t stop until she was situated on his piece completely. Barron groaned while Mya sighed grateful to be joined. “You ready daddy?” Not waiting for him to answer, Mya braced her hands on his bare chest and grinded her hips against his.

“I’m always ready.” Barron grunted.

“I hear you talking.”

“Talking shit… Don’t call my bluff.”

“I’m…calling…”

“You sure… I don’t think you can handle it.” Barron bit his bottom lip to keep his moan in from the way she was working her hips. She was sending him over the edge at one seriously rapid pace.

“Mmhmm… I can!” She started bouncing on his junk like a pogo stick.

“Shit!” Barron released several explicit words to describe the sensations that were flowing through his body. He couldn’t help but feel giddy inside to have this sexy woman living under his roof, carrying his seed, and becoming a nympho. Maybe a relationship wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Big daddy, mmm!”

“Get it mommie!” Her inner muscles were clenching him non-stop he couldn’t hold it if he wanted to. “SHIT! Mmhmm.” Barron started humming as his hot seed spewed from his tip. His stomach muscles started to feel like they were cramping, his toes curled as he cursed violently again. He collapsed against the workout bench exhausted feeling her juices mixed with his run down his opened legs.

“Back to the shower I go.”

“I need one too.”

“I’m going to my room.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.” Barron only chuckled standing with her still in his arms. “Ahh… Barron?”

“Shut up. I got some payback to deliver. You made me scream like a female. It’s only fair I return the favor. Right?”

“Wrong! Your parents should be here soon.”

“That’s cool. We already pregnant, they know what we been doing. They got a key.”

“Barron…” Mya gasped. “What if they hear us?”

“They got four kids Mya.”

“You are stupid. You know what I mean.”

“Okay I will make it quick.” He was lying his ass off, having no intentions of rushing anything. By now they were removing the remainder of their clothes climbing into the shower together.

Barron was hitting it so good, that Mya forgot what he said about making it quick. She was enjoying the feel of him all up and through her. Climbing the walls was an understatement, he was delivering some serious pleasure. Calling his bluff was what started all this and Barron wasn’t complaining one damn bit. Pregnant and all, she was hanging in there with each powerful blow he put down. They ended on a high note an hour or so later
downright spent. Checking the clock to see what time it was, he saw that his parents were due in thirty minutes.

“Let’s take a shower for real now.”

“Hell no. I’ll go to my room for real.”

“I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Yeah right.” Mya rose up from the bed going to her room before he could say anything else. Chuckling he went about his business before his parents and siblings arrived. Since it was kind of late in the day, he called and made reservations for them at a restaurant with a private room. He could definitely get used to having Mya around.

Mya was as nervous as a
hooker in church on communion Sunday. In just a few short minutes she would be face to face with the mother who bore Barron. Of course she had been in the presence of Mrs. Anderson once before when they happened to be in the same restaurant at the same time. This was something entirely different all together. She didn’t even have a name for what she and Barron shared. They weren’t in a relationship nor were they just casual friends, they had unfortunately crossed that line several times over.

A couple of those times being just roughly forty-five minutes ago. That thought did nothing to settle her frazzled nerves, if anything they were ten times worst. ‘What would they think of her?’ ‘How would they look at her?’ After all she was just an easy little tramp who had gotten pregnant by their son who happens to be a celebrity. The thought alone caused her to almost hyperventilate, the knock on the door is what snapped her out of her self-bashing.

“Hey. You ready?” Barron sauntered in looking casual but oh so scrumptious. Mya cursed herself for letting her mind go astray. “You okay? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“I know your family must think I’m a hoe or something. An opportunist even?”

“Calm down Mya.”

“Barron…” Barron cut off her babbling with some mouth lip service.

“So sorry to interrupt but can we get this show on the road please?” There was a knock on the door that startled Mya and made Barron smirk.

“Get your boxers out of your ass. We’re coming.” Barron snapped teasingly.

“Whatever!” They heard the manly chuckle in the distance leaving them alone again.

“It’s going to be cool.”

“Okay.” Mya forced her legs to move while holding onto Barron’s hand all the while chanting positive things in her head.

“Everyone, this is Mya. Mya this is everyone.” Everyone laughed at this vague introduction.

“Wow, really Barron?” Mya looked at Barron not believing his pitiful excuse of introducing her to his family.

“What, it broke the ice didn’t it? You’re not nervous anymore.”

“Excuse my brother. Obviously we pushed him off of the couch on his head one too many times. I’m Ebony. It’s nice to finally meet you Mya.”

“You too.” Mya laughed and shook her hand.

“I’m Thomas.”

“Nice to have a name with the face. You were at the hospital, correct?”

“That’s me.”

“Mya these are our parents. Barry and Sheila Anderson.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.”

“Please call me Sheila. It’s nice to meet you as well Miss Mya.”

“Same to you young lady, call me Barry.”

“My, my, my…” Sheila sighed with
serenity staring at Mya’s rounding stomach with outstretched hands. “Barron’s finally giving me a grandbaby.” She exclaimed rubbing Mya’s belly.

“Honey…” Barry went to pull his touchy feely wife away from her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you sweetheart.”

“Oh no, it’s okay. Really.” Mya grabbed her hands laying them back onto her stomach.

“I know when I was pregnant, I hated when people would just walk up and rub my stomach. That would drive me crazy.”

“Don’t I know it but it’s different with family
and friends.”

“That it is.”
Sheila smiled at that answer.

“I wanna feel too.” Ebony ran over. “Move over mommy. You hogging the poor girl.”

“Shush. If you would settle down and push me some grand-babies out, I could fawn all over you as well.”

“Mom, Ebony really? You both arguing over Mya like she’s a new toy.” Barron said thoroughly amused.

“Now, can we please go get something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Please.” Barry chuckled. The women separated and Barron escorted Mya to his car, assisting her inside.

Over dinner the family got to know Mya on a more personal level. Being such a small world, Barry was actually acquainted with Mya’s dad. He and Terrance were a part of the same fraternity. Sheila and her mom Patricia had met on several occasions during different gatherings for the groups alumni. Barron was pleased to see how well Mya just blended so well with his family like she was meant to be a part of their tight knit unit. The only person missing was his eldest brother but with him being a family man, it wasn’t always easy for him to travel like everyone else. Barron realized that he was well on his way into the family life with Mya carrying his first born but a married man he was not. He wasn’t even sure he wanted that out of life especially with a baby mama. Hearing how those situations could get so tricky from others, he knew his situation was similar.

Sure it was fun, fulfilling, and convenient to have in
-house sex but did he want to put a ring on it. He knew he wasn’t in love, in lust was more like it. Her body called to his in every way possible at the moment but would it always call? Right now she is always willing but what about those times she wouldn’t be willing. Maybe it was a phase, maybe it was the pregnancy, and it could be a number of reasons why he craved to be knee deep in her goodie bag. The taste of her juices on his tongue made him hungry for more. Just the thought of sliding his tongue or his erection into her hotness made him unbearably hard. Although his jeans were loose, he was fighting the urge to cringe at how tight things seemed to have gotten down there. He couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that he had taken when Mya had squeezed his thigh in concern.

“I’m sorry what’s up?” He asked in a strained voice.

“I asked was everything okay?”

“Yeah, why you ask?”

“Because you grunted like you were in some sort of pain.”

“I did. I was just thinking about something my bad.”