Dirty Brawler: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (with bonus novel!) (29 page)

We build together. I reach forward and bunch her hair together, drawing it into a ponytail and pulling back until her head rises up between my shoulders, her open eyes staring back at me from the mirror on the wall. She looks so small dwarfed by my cut body, my toned physique carved out from the spectral lights of the city and the thin layer of perspiration that coats it.

I use the makeshift ponytail as leverage to pound faster into her pussy, her own hips shifting to fuck back against me, the sensitive nerve-endings buried deep in her coming to life.

My fingers twitch, balls tight. I won’t be able to hold off much longer. I feel it everywhere, the pleasure building and coiling at my core.

“God,” I stammer between thrusts, losing it.

“Fuck me,” she replies.

I grow into a frenzy at her words, spearing into her pussy, filling one hand with a rounded ass cheek and holding her hair with the other. The sensation builds, a patchy bloom spreading across her back.

“P-please,” she stammers, close to tears, “please”.

I can’t hold off any longer, my cock a blur between us. “I’m going to—”

She puts a hand up. It quivers in the air, evangelical, before slamming down into the tabletop as she comes, flailing and flapping around, her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock in rapid fire.

I cry out and drive forward until my balls are mashed against the bare lips of her pussy. I pull tight, unable to breathe, before I crest into oblivion and release.

Her sex spasms in return, teasing out everything I have.

We collapse as one, rolling onto our sides, fighting for oxygen.

As I climb off her, Sara lies there in mild shock trying to recover her breath, a heat and glow spread over her skin. My cock is still bent and streaked with cum, my spent balls burning with the embers of my orgasm. All I can smell is sex, her. It’s beautiful.

We move to the plunge pool next. Poor bed doesn’t even get a look.

Sara

Word spreads quickly. We haven’t even been in Malaysia a day before it comes to a head. Steven went off at the mechanics over Carl’s accident last race, threatening their jobs next season if they couldn’t pull things together. Half of pit lane heard him at it.

I thought it might be thrown out of proportion at first, given Andy and I were locked away in my hotel room working our way through the Kama Sutra, but after speaking to some of the mechanics it seems it was played down. Steven’s on the war path. It’s no longer a secret. He wants Carl to win at all costs.

I’m fresh out of the shower, the vee between my legs still tender from the attention it’s been receiving over the last twenty-four hours. Andy Fortes—best jetlag cure ever. If only I could bottle him, I’d make millions.

Even high up here at Kuala Lumpur’s Mandarin Oriental it’s humid. There’s no breeze, only the sound of the city, the tolling of temple bells. The Petronas Towers dominate the skyline. There’s a certain mysticism and spirituality I’ve been drawn to when it comes to Asia. There are people from school back home who still haven’t been out of the States, whose idea of ‘seeing the world’ is ordering sesame chicken. It’s sad, really. There’s so much to be seen and experienced.

If you ever get out of the hotel room.

The door opens and Andy wheels a breakfast cart in. He’s wearing a matching robe. “I’ve got everything here—from chocolate croissants to nasi lemak.”

“You walked down to the dining room in your robe?”

He shrugs. “Thought wearing my birthday suit would have caused too much commotion. Couldn’t have the female staff fainting at the sight of my monster package.”

“It
is
a generous serving,” I jibe.

He comes over and places his arms around me. His cock’s hard against the underside of my butt. “But you take it so well.”

I turn and push him away, playing with the belt of my robe, swinging it around like a cowboy’s lasso.

He falls back onto the bed, his robe opening enough for his cock to poke out like a police baton. He looks down. “See what you’ve done? How am I supposed to eat with this thing in the way?”

I crouch down and separate his knees, blowing lightly on the tip. “Hmm, guess you’ll have to go without.”

*

We lie in bed surrounded by plates and crumbs. Andy exhales. “I don’t think it gets any better than this.”

I crawl on top of him, rubbing myself against his manhood. “You heard about the drama down at the track?”

“I heard Steven gave the mechanics a mouthful.”

“He did. He’s dangerous, Andy.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“Be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”

Impossibly, he’s growing hard again. I reach down and roll my hand around the bulbous knob of his cock.

He sighs, head collapsing back into the pillow. “It’s not my problem. He wants to shout at the mechanics? Fine. At least he’s not shouting at me for once.”

“He’s up to something, Andy.”

“Of course he’s up to something.”

“You’ll keep your eyes open? Pay attention?”

He grabs me by the hips and rolls us over. “I always do.”

*

Andy leaves for the track. I’m throwing on clothes when my phone rings.

It’s New York.

I pick up.

“Olivia? Everything okay?”

Her voice is light, far too jovial. “Fine, fine. I’m only checking in.”

I pull on my pants, hopping from one foot to the other. “Everything’s going really well. The latest suits arrived. They look great. Andy will be very happy.”

“Ah, yes. About Andy.”

Here we go.

“You two are a couple?”

No point denying it.
I swallow. “We are.”

“Hmm.” A pause.

“You don’t approve?”

“Mixing business with pleasure? Frankly, no, I don’t.”

Shit.
“I’m sorry, Olivia, but I
can
separate the worlds. What I do with Andy in my personal time has no bearing on my professional relationship with him.”

“It’s a delicate matter, Sara.”

Delicate?
I don’t like where she’s going with this. “So I’m clear, you’re saying it’s a problem?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t let it affect my work, Olivia. You have to know that.”

“We’re not so sure, Sara.”

“It doesn’t affect my ability to do my job.”

A huff from Olivia. “That’s the problem, Sara. The lines are getting blurry, two worlds coming together that should be kept well apart.”

“You want me to break it off. Is that it?”

“Yes,” blunt as always. I’ve met rocks with more personality.

“I can’t do that.”

“Because, what? You love him?”

“You’ll excuse me, but that’s none of your business.”

“When it comes to Andy Fortes and Goodall, it definitely
is
my business, Sara. That’s what you’re failing to understand here. Do you think there’s a relationship to be had with a guy like that? What’s going to happen at the end of the season when the whirlwind is over? Take it from someone who’s been around the bad boy block a few times, he’s only going to hurt you.”

“I’ll take the chance.”

“Break it off, Sara. It’s not doing either of you good. It’s not doing Caliber any good.”

The line goes dead and I throw my phone into the center of the bed, toss a pillow against a wall. Neither does much to scrub away the irritation I feel.

Deep down I know Olivia has a point. This
is
taking it too far.

Fuck it.
I’m not about to ruin one of the best things to happen to me in years because
she
says so. That’s always been my problem—my problem and my best asset. I’m too feisty for my own good. I speak my mind.

‘Not good for our image.’ She actually used those words. A sponsorship doesn’t give Caliber rights on Andy’s love life.

Caliber doesn’t own me.

*

When the results come in, Andy qualifying fifth, Steven should look upset. Instead, he looks like he’s just won the lottery.

Carl landing pole position doesn’t help matters.

Andy’s out of the car. “What the fuck was that?” he’s asking, speaking to no one in particular.

Klaus speaks up. “We’ll have a look, Andy, sort it out.”

“I get stuck in a gear and all you’ve got is ‘We’ll have a look’?” He shakes his head. “I’m fucking out of here. Call me when it’s fixed.”

I don’t even bother trying to approach him. He needs to cool down, but he’s right. The mechanical fault was odd. It reeks of sabotage.

Andy arrives back five minutes before he’s due on track. I can’t tell whether he’s had enough time to simmer down or if he’s a second away from all-out implosion.

The race is neck-and-neck. It’s Carl. It’s Andy. They swap back and forth, each pass getting more and more dangerous. It’s like there are only two drivers out there, the rest of the pack limping behind as the titans fight it out.

No.
A problem arises. I hear Andy detailing another issue with the gearbox. On the Sepang straight Carl pulls away, one of the Ferrari cars shooting past Andy. “Fuck!” I hear him shout into the comms.

The next three laps Andy tries his hardest to get back into the game, but he has to settle for third, barely scraping out of fourth by a car-length. This puts Carl in the overall lead by three points. Suffice to say, it’s Armageddon when he arrives back at the garage.

Carl’s getting out of his car, Andy making it there first and yanking him out by the collar.

Carl pulls his helmet off, dropping it into the cockpit.

“Now, now, don’t be a sore loser, my friend.”

Andy places the side of his hand against Carl’s throat. “I’ve had it up to here with you, Heinz.”

Carl drops his helmet, walking towards him. “You Americans think you’re so big and tough—John Wayne. Bang, bang. You’re weak, children.”

Andy puts his hands out, taunting him. “Jesus, that really hurt, Carl. Why don’t you tell me what you really think?”

Carl steps right up to him. They’re in each other’s faces, the press drawn in from pit lane and gathering like flies to honey. I make to intervene, but my path is blocked by a fresh swarm of cameramen keen to get a good angle of the showdown.

Problem is, both men seem oblivious.

A mechanic tries to pull Carl away, but he snaps, barking for him to leave.

Carl presses a finger into Andy’s chest. “Okay, Yankee Doodle, you want to know what I really think of you?”

“Please.”

“I think you’re a spoiled, silver-spooned American who has had everything handed to him. You haven’t worked for this like I have. I doubt you even know what work looks like.”

“You know nothing about what I’ve given up.”

“No? You’re about to give up the championship, to me. How does that feel?”

“Feels like I want to teach you a lesson in manners.”

They’re literally chest-to-chest.

No, god, please. Not now.

Where the hell is Steven? Why isn’t anyone trying to stop them?

He doesn’t want to.

“Andy!” I yell, but he ignores me.

Carl leans into his ear and whispers something.

Andy’s fist whips up and wallops Carl hard in the jaw.

Carl goes down, stumbling to the left, a second to recover before he swings back, connecting low into Andy’s chest.

It’s on.

The two of them go wrestling to the ground, arms flying, the side of Carl’s face bloodied.

Finally, two stewards manage to get through the throng and pull them apart, Andy almost knocks one of them out in the process.

“The championship’s mine, Carl!” he yells. “Fucking deal with it!”

Carl gets to his feet, pushing the steward away and spitting a wad of blood to the ground, testing his jaw. He doesn’t say anything before walking off, camera shutters running continuously as he disappears around the corner.

I manage to make it to Andy. There’s a cut on the side of his face, his race suit’s dirty, and his hair ruffled. His eyes are red, demonic. “What?” he snaps when I try to touch him.

“Calm down.”

He spins around. “Fucking calm down?”

He starts walking for the garage, kicking over an extinguisher on his way.

A second later my phone starts to ring. I don’t need to look at the screen to know it’s Caliber. News travels fast.

Andy

Japan’s a beautiful country, but I can’t seem to enjoy it this time around. Things with Sara are fine, but the fight with Carl has been following me around, drawing too much attention to the team. It was stupid—really fucking stupid.

I actively avoid team meetings, everyone treading on egg shells whenever we’re forced together. Lately, it’s been way too much.

Sara’s curled against my back. It’s comforting, having her here, but I don’t want her to get swept up into this chaos any more than she has to. If it wasn’t for her, though, I might have taken it further, let my temper get the better of me.

You can’t let it happen again. Keep your fucking cool. Win. Profit.

I carefully lift her arm off my side and slide out of bed, letting everything soak away in the shower. There’s a controller on the wall with countless buttons. I press one out of curiosity and the showerhead lights up blue. It feels like I’m taking a shower in the middle of a strip club.

Fucking Japan.

“They think of everything, don’t they?”

Sara’s standing outside the shower naked, perfect, everything I’ve ever wanted and more. There was a time when I’d look at a girl I slept with and instantly be picturing the next, but not with Sara. I see her and can’t think about anyone else. I’ve tried, but she’s done something to me, rewired my brain. I dream of her and her alone. No one else gets a second look.

“They do,” I reply, pressing another button. The water turns into a cascading waterfall complete with sounds of the forest.

She opens the door and steps in, hands against my chest, lifting a leg up my side and opening herself to me.

I reach down and slide a finger inside her. She’s wet, slick.

“Bit like a theme park ride,” she laughs.

“Wait ’til you try the toilet.”

She reaches down and takes hold of my cock, pushing it down and lifting herself over it. She sinks down, mouth opening and the soft pink pillow of her tongue begging me to take it.

Her lips part further. “God, I needed that.”

“A shower? I thought I was the dirty one.”

She reaches up and holds the side of my face. “You might think you have done your research on me, but let me tell you, I can be dirty too when I want.”

*

It’s cold at Suzuka, but this isn’t a problem when Sara’s around.

I rub my hands together. “What do you want to do today?”

We’ve got almost a full day without commitments, a true rarity. I intend to make the most of it.

“There’s Motopia, a theme park, hot springs, golf…”

Sara laughs beside me, head on my chest. I love the way her voice vibrates through my body, her breath hot and moist on my skin. “Do I look like I play golf?”

“Tight pants, polo, one of those visor hats—Sexy-as-sin.”

“How about tennis?”

“Pleated skirts are my kryptonite. Now you know my secret you can destroy me.”

She grabs my deflated cock through my pants. “Looks like I already have.”

“Three times in an hour will do that to any guy.”

“But you’re the incredible Andy Fortes.”

“Pleated skirts aside, I’m not Superman, sorry.”

She pouts. “Pity.”

“Besides, aren’t you getting friction burn down there by now?”

“I don’t know. Whenever I’m around you I always seem to be wet. Funny isn’t it?”

“I’ve been told I have that effect. So, plans?”

“You seem to be up to date on the best places to eat, and I do need to replenish lost energy.”

I grin. “You know me too well.”

*

Sara seems skeptical as she looks down into the bowl. “It’s a bowl of noodles.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s not just any bowl of noodles. These noodles are lovingly crafted with the kind of care a mother would give her baby. Each one is a masterpiece. These are the best goddamn soba noodles in the world.”

She looks around at what is, generally, a rather rural establishment. “How did you even find this place?”

I breathe in the broth. “Like I said, locals know best. I throw my name around a bit, see what comes up. Why the hell not?”

“Here goes nothing.” Watching her try and handle chopsticks is adorable. The chef’s cracking up watching her struggle.

I hold her hands. “Like this. Yes, that’s right.”

“Suck it in,” I tell her, “Slurp it up nice and loud. It’s respectful.”

She does as instructed. I’m a little nervous, but her expression changes from caution to odd curiosity. “Wow, it’s… kind of good, I think.”

“Kind of
amazing?
”

She takes another slurp, a noodle snaking between her lips. “Definitely growing on me.”

“Like something else I know.”

We finish up, thank the chef and walk beside a quiet stream, a group of ayu fishermen with their trousers pulled up, in the middle of the water. They wave as we pass.

Sara looks around in wonder. “My god this place is beautiful.”

“It used to be the personal gardens of the Emperor’s mistresses.”

“Did you just make that up?”

I lift my shoulders. She
definitely
knows me too well now. “Maybe.”

“Emperor or not, someone’s spent some time on it.”

We sit on a small stone bench and watch the water burble and pass.

“Racing seems so far away, doesn’t it?”

She leans into my side. “I want to stay here forever, the two of us.”

“You wouldn’t get bored?”

“Would
you
get bored? Surely you’re going to get sick of me soon.”

I can’t help but smile. “Is that what you really think? Is it because I’ve never been in a long-term relationship?”

“Maybe,” she fires back.

I try to consider how to put it. “I’ve been with a lot of girls. That’s pretty much public record. Have they meant anything to me? Cruel as it sounds, no. You? It sounds cheesy, but you’re different. I recognized it the first time we met, the way you challenged me, didn’t let any of my usual bullshit pass.”

“You used some
terrible
lines.”

“Hey, it’s all I know.”

She looks sullen. “And now, now that you’ve been with me?”

“That’s the thing. Usually when I sleep with someone I can’t wait to get away from them, but you? All I want is more.”

“Now
that
is a good line.”

I draw her into me. “Like I said, I’m full of surprises.”

*

It’s fucking déjà vu come race day. Carl poles and I sit second. I tell myself it means nothing, but my patience is wearing thin. It’s the same for the race itself. Everything I try comes up short. I’ve dominated Suzuka in the past, but even though I pull a personal best today I still can’t get past Carl. He takes the win and another twenty-five points, pushing him back to three points ahead overall.

I take it as best I can, leaving the track early and finding Sara clearly upset sitting on the edge of her bed.

I sit down beside her, take her hand. Her phone lies on the bed beside her. “What’s up?”

She turns to me, eyes puffy, her usual emotional fortitude under attack. “I just got off the phone with work.”

“And?” Whatever the problem is, I’m going to fix it. I can’t win on the track but I can sure as hell handle whatever
this
is.

“They want me to break up with you.”

Maybe not.
I sit back. “Why?”

“The fight last race, the rivalry—it’s not good for Caliber’s branding.”

I shrug. “Any publicity is good publicity, right?”

“Not always.”

“And you’re going to listen to them?”

“She made it very simple, Andy. If I don’t break things off with you, I’ll be taken off the contract. I’ll have to go home.

“They can’t do that.”

“They can do whatever they want.”

“I’ll call them, tell them—”

She holds my chest. “No, it won’t do any good for you to get involved.”

“We can keep it on the down-low, avoid being seen in public together.”

“I want to be seen in public with you, Andy. Otherwise, what’s the point? I don’t want to be the ghost-like girlfriend no one sees. That’s not me. That’s not you.”

I consider this, sitting in a chair by the window, the Suzuka Ferris wheel slowly turning much like the cogs in my head. “What do you want to do? It’s your call. You make a decision and I’ll respect it. You have my word.”

She places a hand against the window, looking at her own reflection. It looks like she barely recognizes herself. “I don’t know, Andy. I don’t know what to do.”

She continues to gaze at herself, trying to talk herself into something. “There’s more.”

“More?” I question, standing.

“I found out Steven’s been calling my boss.”

I don’t need to look at my reflection to know my face darkens. “What’s that prick been saying?”

“I don’t know, but you can be sure he’s trying to stir things up.”

I punch the wall but barely feel it. “I’m going to knock his fucking lights out.”

She takes my wrist. “Violence isn’t going to solve anything and you know it. We need to play this carefully. There are only a few more rounds left and you need to stay on track.”

A lightbulb goes off in my head. “Work for me.”

She laughs until she realizes I’m serious. “What?”

“As my PR manager. It’s in the contract. I can select one of my own choosing, even you.”

“Steven would never go for that.”

“I pay you. It’s legal. There’s nothing he can do.”

“Really?”

I smile. “Really.” I take her by the shoulders. “Come on. You’d still get to travel the world. It would still be challenging.”

She looks down at my crotch. “You haven’t been much of a challenge so far.”

I reach around and grab her ass through her jeans. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

It’s a ludicrous idea, but I can see her considering it.

I see it in her eyes, the thought growing, but there’s more.

Holy shit, she’s in love with me.