The Ultimate Fight (36 page)

“Well technically some things never actually happened. They were just illusions.” 

“Uhh technicalities Barron.”

“Still fact though.”

“Oh my God, you better be glad I love you, I swear.”

“Anyway back to the plans. After all the proof was established that they were guilty in every way possible my last meeting was with Tracy, Thomas, and my dad. I told them what I wanted out of all this and they agreed to make it happen by any means necessary. Once Tracy handled the security part, meaning, taking care of the three fire starters we are now left to live our lives drama free. Before you ask I have no idea what happened before, during, or after he set them all up.”

“I could care less as long as they are out of our lives.” Mya let out a deep sigh. “Where do we go from here? Finally we’ve admitted our feelings, we’re having a baby, but what’s to come after that?”

“What’s left but to live happily ever after, Mrs. Anderson?”

“That was to get back at those backstabbers.”

“That’s not quite accurate.”

“Barron, what do you mean that’s not accurate?”

“To showcase it the way we did was to get under their skin but the actual act was all us.”

“But the wedding was a ruse.”

“Actually it was as real as real can get. Baby you are stuck with me.”

“But you said…”

“It doesn’t matter, we are really married. You are my wife, I am your husband. I meant everything I said in my proposal to you. The look in your eyes when you accepted let me further know you felt them to your core. The tears you shed was enough for me to make a change of plans by swapping out the fake officiator with a real one, a real marriage license replaced the fake, and we just consummated our union.” Barron said smoothly. “As a matter of fact, I think I want another test drive in the creamy waters of my wife’s canal. Any objections?”

“This conversation isn’t over Mr. Anderson.” Mya stated smartly while allowing Barron to caress her sensitive nub into full swing for the hundredth time.

“Didn’t think it was Mrs. Anderson.”

~

Christmas had come and gone, the now growing family had gathered in the Atlanta Anderson’s home just as they did during Thanksgiving. The only difference was that nothing was a supposed hoax anymore, the couple was outright living the married life without any false pretenses. Barron’s Christmas gift to Mya was a brand new Cadillac Escalade with her name engraved in the leather seats. However the best present she could have asked for was the completed nursery. No matter how many expensive gifts he could give to her that was by far the most treasured. Barron was often mesmerized at her ability to be so simple and appreciate the simple things in life.

Mya on the other hand had no clue what to get Barron, the man with everything and everything he didn’t already have he could certainly buy. So deciding to get creative was the route she went by making a personalized coupon book. The book was called ‘Six weeks of Substitutions.’ In the book had page after page of enough sexual favors, lap dances, strip teases, and so much more to get him through the six weeks of not being able to have any intercourse. The beam on his face when he opened his gift was priceless for Mya for she knew she had hit the nail on the head. To take it a step further she even wrapped the professional stripper pole that was delivered, and all the delectable outfits she ordered to drive him mad.

Watching Shane and Jamie’s children tear open their presents was filled with anticipation for their next Christmas when they get to watch their little one do the same. No awkward arrangements in or out of the courts that says who gets the child for the holidays, they would be a family just as they had dreamed. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. Surrounded with the ones that truly loved them, those who held ill will towards them were locked up with a life sentence.

Before it was all over with their names had been tarnished, tied to a dreadful prostituting ring, drug bust, murder for hire, and manslaughter. The prostituting and drug bust was courtesy of the clubs owner. With that discovery Barron and the club was back in good standing with the public. Murder for hire, well let’s just say the recordings that was released to the public anonymously had detailed conversations about having Mya killed.

The theft of the baby was also brought up and written in headlines as a gruesome discovery. No matter how many ways Naomi and Davey denied t
he accusations nothing mattered in the end. Too much evidence and not enough finances could help their case. The manslaughter charge was from the terrible amount of drugs found in the dreadfully departed Toby. The compromising position that they were in paints the picture that they drugged him to be sure he got down with their freaky escapade.

Even with Davey’s penis being indeed super-glued into his butt hole, according to evidence none of the glue was found. The medical examiner concluded that because the deceased had succumbed to a seizure it caused his internal muscles to spasm uncontrollably. Therefore locking Davey in painfully breaking his hardened shaft in the process, so he was forced to rip his member from its restraints. Hence the blood and missing flesh. Unfortunately for Davey his penis was unrepairable leaving him impotent for the rest of his life. In a way it was good for him because he has been rumored to no longer go by the name Davey but he is now known as Delicious. The other death row inmates take much pleasure causing his bitch side to surface on a nightly and daily basis.

Naomi on the other hand was deposited in a maximum security prison filled with Big Bertha looking broads who was all too excited to see the infamous Naomi Clarkson grace their cell block. Of course her title as super-model was stripped because no one wanted to see prison orange on their runway. The press had a field day with the details of the case and all the information leading up to trial. Since she loved sex so much they gave it to her nice and hard on a regular basis.

Even the guards played a part in breaking her spirit down to nothing. Anything they could ram into her open holes they would and then stand around watch her agony getting off on it. She had tried fighting back and soon got the notification that she was no match for the hardcore women in her new home. That would have been her last fight ever but they decided to spare her unconsciousness for they knew she would be transferred to safer unit
if she blacked out. She didn’t deserve to live in protective custody, they made sure she was aware of that.

~

“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you being out there baby.” Barron said hugging Mya one last time before they would be separated until after his fight.

“Why not? I’m surrounded by the family.”

“It’s just, you never know when people may start pushing or something like that. You know what I mean?”

“Fine Barron, I just wanted to be there for you but if it makes you feel better I will just stay in the hotel room and order it.” Mya said sadly. She didn’t mean to sound whiny but she didn’t want to be a burden to him either.

“I’m sorry baby, I don’t mean to sound…”

“It’s okay Barron, I get it. You are just looking out for me especially with the due date being so close.” Mya said cutting him off. “I don’t want to be a distraction, its fine.”

“Mya, I don’t want you to feel like you are a distraction.”

“But I would be if you were constantly thinking about me and our safety instead
of beating the breaks off your opponent. Baby I want your full focus on the task at hand.”

“You are
truly wonderful.”

“Why thank you. Oh and you know what else I am?”

“What?”

“Hot with anticipation of your big win so you can deliver your sexy ass back to me to put my fire out all night long.”

“Damn baby, you can’t say shit like that when I’m about to go.” Barron chuckled.

“Why not?”

“No telling how bad I might beat the poor boy now, just so I can rush back to the room and tear that ass up.”

“Oohhh Daddy in that case. I’ll make sure I wear something extra sexy then for the occasion. I bought something special just for tonight.”

“Save it for another night. I want you NAKED. Naked, just like I like you propped up on those pillows, legs spread apart, primed, and waiting.”

“Mmmmmm Daddy, she’s throbbing just thinking about it.” Mya rubbed her thighs together trying to relieve her pulsating clit.

“Fuck it, I got five minutes.” Barron was thanking his lucky stars no one would be coming to their room. He had told them they would meet them in the lobby. Laying Mya back on the made bed, removing her panties and leggings in one smooth swoosh.

“Barron what are you thinking about doing? You don’t have time…Mmm” Mya was trying to level with him until he dove into her sugary sweet walls with the determination to get his fill of her essence. They say no drugs are allowed in the ring during a match but he didn’t remember anyone saying anything about the natural all-healing drug of his wife’s honey tasting cum. “Oh shit, baby. YES!”

“That’s right baby, cum for daddy.”

“Oh…Ahhh…Ooooo, baby…” It wasn’t long at all before she was
shooting her release into his awaiting, hungry mouth. He licked her clean while she let the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm sooth her wanton body.

“That should tide you over until I get back. Remember, I want you naked and primed.”

“Yes daddy, as you wish.” She purred and he growled hearing it.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too.” Barron left feeling lighter than ever before. His tunnel vision was turned on full force, he had to bring his baby a win so they can celebrate the only way he could think of.

~

“Congratulations Daddy…” Mya purred into the phone when Barron called.

“Thank you baby.”

“I’m waiting…”

“Don’t make this harder.” Barron groaned. “That’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

“I would rather prefer it to be hard. Wouldn’t you?”

“So much is going on boo but I’m coming as soon as I can break free.”

“How much longer? I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“I’m coming baby.”

“I would much rather watch you cum or tell me to my face at least.” She hinted continuing to turn him on.

“Damn, I’ve created a monster.” He groaned.

“That you have. I’m dripping wet just from watching you tonight. The power you exuding in the ring was all so… so… mm.”

“Shit…” He hissed into the receiver. “How wet are you baby?”

“So wet that I could put the lubrication business out of commission.”

“Oh…” Barron said breathlessly.

“I want to bring in the New Year oh so right…”

“How so?”

“I want you to make sweet passionate love mixed with animalistic head board banging, body rocking, straight fucking right into the new day of a new year. Can you do that for me daddy?”

“Hell yeah…” He said on an outward breath as if he was holding his breath the entire time she was speaking. “I’m here baby… I’m here.”

“Come and get it…” She hung up the phone and waited on baited breath. Soon she heard the beep of the key card with the door being slammed and locked shortly after.  Watching Barron saunter into the dimly lit room with a purpose stripping with every step he made sent her over the edge. “I’m primed just as you requested.”

“Stay just like that, the pillows
will soften the blows I’m about to deliver.” Mya was basically in the birthing position with her back elevated by plenty of pillows, resting her bottom on her tail bone angling her womanhood upward, and her legs now resting around Barron’s torso. His thighs were nestled snuggly on either side of her back, gripping the headboard for support as he drove mercilessly into his open erotic playground. She had asked for animalistic because she knew all too well he could deliver. At the angle they were connected he was beating down her g spot causing her to scream all sorts of explicit words. They discovered this position when experimenting ways to be in missionary without causing strain on her back and not smash the baby, needless to say it was worth the research.

“Happy New Year baby.” Barron groaned in Mya’s ear as he was behind her while she braced herself on her knees holding onto the headboard in an upright position. Barron teased and titillated her hardened nipples as he
rode wave after wave of pleasure from Mya riding him reverse cowgirl.

“Happy New Year indeed.” She looked over her shoulder and kissed him. He returned it greedily. “I love you Barron.”

“I love you Mya and I always will.” Barron realized he had fought a good fight indeed but in the end his ultimate competitor, love, knocked him out. Thankfully he wouldn’t trade this knock out for anything in the world. Not only was he the Ultimate Fight Club Heavyweight Champion but he also won a much better prize. The love of his life who also happens to be the mother of his child and if he can help it, many more children to come. The ultimate fight for love was well worth it.