Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance (12 page)

“Okay, Jans. You know I trust you.”

"Good," he says.

He leans in and we kiss. I run my hands across his hard body, tracing the lines of his overly defined muscles. He's unbelievably sexy and desire blooms inside of me. I've wanted to consummate our love many times, but Jans’ restraint is a rock. We make out, fool around, but he absolutely refuses to have sex with me until I'm eighteen. I know he's not just worried about the law, after all we’re both part of a criminal family. It's a matter of honor and respect for him. It makes me love him even more, even if it drives me nuts.

His hand slides up under my shirt and it tingles where he touches my skin. I grow moist in my panties and moan as his hand finds my breast, kneading his way up until he finds my nipple. He gently pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and I stiffen in response, waves of pleasure running through my body. I moan into his mouth and thrust my hips against him. I can feel the rock hard steel of his cock bulging against his pants. My hand fumbles with the button of his jeans until at last it pops free. His cock is straining so hard to get out that the zipper starts undoing itself. I slide my hand under his boxers and take his mighty girth, stroking slowly up and down. He moans into my mouth. I pull back from him, staring into his eyes, I silently beg him to give it all to me. I want him to take me, right here, right now, but he gives me the most imperceptible shake of his head. His willpower is incredible. I know he wants me. I know how hard it is for me to not take him and I can't imagine it’s any easier for him to not consummate our love.

"Please," I beg.

"Not yet," he says softly. "I want it to be special. I want it to be worthy of you."

My body has other ideas. I ache for him with a deep, pulsing need. I tighten my grip on his cock and pull then I'm rewarded by the first hints of stickiness in my hand as I reach the head.

"You want me," I say.

"Yes," he says.

I push him off of me and he doesn't resist. I see the hurt in his eyes but I've got something planned. I sit up on the bed and pull my shirt over my head, my left breast is already hanging out of my bra so I undo it and set them both free. Then I take my pants and slide them down over my hips so that I'm naked and exposed before him. The way his eyes roam over me, the way he licks his lips, the way I see him swallow hard makes me feel desired and beautiful in ways that only he can make me feel. I spread my legs exposing my most inner self to him. I take my right hand and slowly trace the line down across my breasts and across my stomach until I reach my inner folds.

Jans moans as his hand slides under the waistband of his boxers. He’s stroking himself and it makes me want him even more. My mind is shutting down as it's flooded with desire and need. There's an empty ache inside of me begging to be filled. I trace the lines of my opening down, in, and back up until I reached the top where my pearl is hidden inside folds of delicate skin. I press down and rub bringing some measure of relief to myself. I can feel an orgasm winding up inside. I moan and rock my hips while keeping my eyes locked on Jans. His gaze darts between my eyes and what my hand is doing. As I begin to rub faster he strokes in time. I groan and Jans grunts.

"Oh god, LeAnne," Jans exclaims.

I smile as the spring of my pleasure tightens. It builds in my belly and as it does, I rub faster, rubbing my pearl with wild abandon. The sound of his hand stroking his cock makes it even better, knowing he’s getting off on me. He may not be ready to give me everything yet but I can give him this. As my orgasm takes me my toes curl up, my back arches, and my hair tingles. I hear Jans cry out and then his hot load dumps on my stomach. I open my eyes and he smiles shaking his head.

"I love you, LeAnne," he says.

"I love you, too," I reply.

I push myself through two more minutes on the speed bag. Every muscle screams to stop but I tell them when to stop, they don't tell me. I've spent all my life training to be the best. I’m in command.

"Time!" Nate, my coach, calls.

I don't hesitate to grab the jump rope and start. The biggest aspect to being a successful fighter in an underground free-for-all is endurance. A lot of guys don't understand that. They think if you're big, strong, overly muscled, then you have the edge. They're wrong. They don't understand that it's much more than brute strength. Even the ones who get it don't focus enough on their endurance. I've won more fights than I can count on one hand because I can last longer.

"Time!" Nate calls.

I drop to the floor and start working the body bag. I pound and ground it then flip it over the top of me and start again. Every thirty seconds I repeat the move. After five minutes of this Nate calls time again. I stand up and sweat is pouring from me.

"You're ready," Nate says.

"Of course I am," I reply.

"Don't get cocky, kid," Nate says.

I walk a slow circle letting my heart rate return to a normal resting state. I have to be ready. Only a few more fights and I can get us out of here. Vinnie takes most of the money for my fights but I've been stashing every dime I get. I’ve got it in hidden accounts that Vinnie doesn't know about. It's almost enough.

"Mind if we knock off early?" I ask Nate.

"Why, you got a hot date?" Nate asks.

"Something like that," I reply.

I like Nate but it doesn't mean I trust him. No one can know about LeAnne and me. If Vinnie finds out, I know for certain he'll kill us both. I can't let that happen.

"Sure, kid," Nate says. "You did good work today."

"Thanks," I reply.

Nate doesn't give compliments often. When he does, I know I've earned it. I throw a towel around my neck and head for the shower that's attached to my bedroom. I let the hot water beat away the exhaustion as steam fills the room. The handle to the bathroom turns and I tense preparing myself to attack. I don’t give any sign that I'm aware of it until the sliding door of the shower moves and I swing. I manage to stop just before hitting LeAnne.

"Hey," she says smiling past my fist. "Jumpy much?"

"LeAnne, what are you doing in here?"

She looks at my stiffening cock and smiles.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" she asks reaching down and grabbing my dick in her hand.

"LeAnne, we can't get caught," I protest but holy shit her small, soft hand on my cock feels like fucking heaven.

"How many of the guys actually come and check on you in the shower?" she asks.

I can’t argue her point or ignore how good she feels. The number of nights I've laid in bed dreaming of being with her fully are more than I can number. I've held off because I want her to be eighteen. I want her to be fully aware and make her decisions for herself. Unlike the life I've been forced to live, hers is going to be better. I'm going to make it better. No one will stand in my way. My balls tighten as she continues to stroke.

"You're going to make a mess," I say.

"Well, I certainly hope so," she laughs.

She increases the speed of her stroking and my balls pull up against me. My cock is hard as a rock. It spasms in her hand and then it's pumping my load out onto the floor of the shower to be chased down the drain by the water. She leans in kissing me as she continues lightly stroking my still hard cock.

"Haven't you had enough?" I ask.

"I can never have enough of you," she says laughing. "Besides I was hoping to find out what you’re doing for me?"

"And you thought a little sexual bribery would help?"

"Well, it can't hurt can it?"

"It's a surprise, LeAnne," I say, not for the first time.

"Okay, if you're sure I can't… convince you," she says still grinning while stroking my cock.

"I'm sure," I say.

She steps back and lets me finish my shower. When I’m done, I step out and grab a towel to dry off.

"Can't blame a girl for trying."

"I think you're gonna like it," I say. "I want to give you something special to help you deal with whatever Vinnie's got planned."

"Yeah," she says. "How bad do you think it will be?"

I shrug and wrap the towel around my waist.

"He likes to make a show of things," I say. "Lou says he's invited all five Families."

"Great," she says. "By the way, there's a big senior bash I'm supposed to go to but I don't want to go alone. Any chance you could go with me?"

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

"What's the worst that could happen?"

I don't answer her. She knows. People in this house have disappeared. I walk out of the bathroom into my bedroom and drop the towel. I pull on my clothes then turn back to LeAnne.

"I'm going to get us out of here soon," I say.

"How, Jans? You know he's never going to let us go. Where can we hide from him?"

"I've got a plan."

"I wish you'd tell me," she says.

"Soon," I say. "Now go get ready."

"What should I wear?" she asks.

"Dress nice," I say. "I like that lavender thing you wear once in a while."

"Okay," she says and walks out of my room.

I watch her go as the wheels in my mind turn. She's right, he can find us anywhere. Even if I get enough money to get us out of here and buy new identities we’ll have a life on the run. What kind of life would that be? What about if we have kids? The germ of an idea begins to form in my mind but I push it aside and let it percolate. This isn’t going to be easy.

LeAnne walks down the stairs in her dress and it feels like there’s not enough air left in the room. My chest tightens and my heart speeds up. I swallow hard forcing moisture into my mouth. She looks amazing, her hair is done up so that it hangs over her shoulders in loose curls and has this amazing shine and bounces as she walks. The dress is perfect, it leaves her shoulders bare and shows just a hint of cleavage.

She stops partway down the steps with one hand resting on the railing. She smiles shyly as she stands waiting for me to speak but I can’t say a thing. I’m choked up and unable to form words.

"You're beautiful," my voice is hoarse.

Her smile lights up the room.

"Thank you," she says softly.

I hold my hand out and she walks down the rest of the way taking it. This is dangerous but right now I don't care who sees us. We arrive at my car and I hold the door for her until she settles into the seat and then shut it. I walk around to my side, get in, then start the car and take off.

"So, where are we going?" she asks.

"I'm taking you to dinner," I say. "Just like a real date."

"Oh, Jans, are you sure? What if somebody sees us?"

"I got this," I say.

I drive to the restaurant and find a parking space. As soon as we’re parked, I jump out and run around to open the door for her. I hold her hand as she gets out and steps onto the sidewalk.

"This place looks fancy," she says.

I smile and lead the way to the door. As soon as we approach, it swings open and a man in a tuxedo is holding the door and smiling.

"Welcome, Mr. Manarchy, Ma'am," the man says. "Allow me to show you to your table."

The place is empty, completely devoid of other people I notice as we’re led to our table. I paid well for that privilege.