Takedown (14 page)

He felt her hand on his crotch, searching. By the time she found it, his cock had swollen to a massive bulge.

She moaned against his mouth, as if to let her know how much she appreciated his response.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Quickly, he pulled her inside the house and slammed the door closed. He grabbed her back in his arms, pinned her body against the door and claimed her mouth for a ravishing kiss.

She moaned and yielded to him, pressing against his erection.

He reached for the back zipper of her dress and tugged it down the floor. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing any bra. She’d come prepared. He knew now that she had come here for this purpose.

The more that he ached.

He lowered his mouth to her breasts and suckled on her nipples. Sweet like nothing else. He could never get enough of them even after he had suckled them for hours everyday in a week in Hawaii. In fact, he wanted it more and more.

“Blaze,” she whimpered, digging her fingers into his hair.

He responded by biting on her nipple and followed it up with a suckling pressure. She moaned louder, pulled his hair harder.

His hand moved to her side and tugged her underwear down her thighs. He wished he could just rip it off her, but unlike those lacy lingerie that he had bought her in Hawaii, the elastic band might hurt her.

After she kicked her underwear away, he spread her legs and ran his finger along her slit. Fuck, she was wet and ready. Just as she had always been.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to fuck her now.

He pinned her in place with his upper body as his mouth ravished her mouth once again. All the while, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his throbbing dick out.

“Spread your legs, Meg,” he demanded. “Take me in.”

She obeyed instantly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He immediately pushed his cock inside her, slowly halfway through, until there was no more room to go.

“Oh, God, you’re so big.” She held on tight to his shoulders, pressing harder against his.

He withdrew and thrust back in, harder, sinking a couple of inches deeper inside her.

She cried, her nails clawing at his skin.

“You want more?” he taunted, followed by another hard thrust.

“Fuck, Blaze. Yes.”

She was still crazy about him. She still couldn’t get enough of his cock. The thought brought him back the pride that she had stripped off him. It made him want to fuck her so hard until she screamed out her orgasm.

But she was so damn tight he had to do a bit of plowing first.

“You’re tearing me,” she complained, but not really. “Harder.”

He kept thrusting, drilling his way deeper and deeper, until finally he was all the way in.

He heard his own harsh moan and her cries of pleasure.

This hot, tight cunt that he had fucked endlessly for one whole week. It still made him crazy. It still made him want to fuck her over and over again.

“Fuck, Meg,” he gritted. “You’re killing me.”

“Faster,” she demanded. “I want more.”

He obliged, moving in and out of her, faster and faster, while watching the pleasure wash over her face. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, yes,” she said in between gasps, moving her hips to meet his every thrust. “Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

He gave her what she needed, ignoring the sound of the door as he slammed against her pussy over and over again. He kept his eyes open, waiting for that divine look on her face whenever she came.

It happened sooner than he had expected. Her whole body tightened and she screamed out her release, pressing the back of her head hard against the door.

He paused to relish the moment. Her mouth was open, her eyes were clouded with pleasure. It was a tantalizing sight. It made him want to come as well, especially that her inner muscles were squeezing his cock like a hot, wet glove.

“Yes, Meg. Come for me,” he said, slowly moving in circles inside her.

She cried again, now holding onto his arm as if begging for help. He did not show her any. He thrust harder into her instead, until she shivered and collapsed.

He carried her to the living room and lowered her to the carpet. She was still moaning, still recovering from her explosive climax.

He discarded his clothes and crawled over her.

“It’s my turn, Meg,” he said and drove his cock inside her once again.

He wasted no time. He moved relentlessly over her, fucking her the way she had always wanted him to.

She held on to his arm, willingly surrendering herself to his savage assault. “Yes, Blaze,” she urged, writhing underneath him. “That is so good.”

He rested his palms on either side of her head and fucked her harder, yet slower. He had to hold her underneath her shoulders to keep her in place.

She cried and writhed, kicking wildly underneath him. “Don’t stop. Oh, God, that feels good.”

This was why he was crazy about her. She was always wild, responsive, demanding… and insatiable.

He’d give her anything she asked for, without reservation, without holding back, without hesitation.

“Take this, baby.” He rammed into her with all the strength he could muster. “You like that?”

She screamed. She cried. “Yes! That’s it. Don’t stop.”

Fuck! She was a wanton, and he liked it. It drove him to the edge, and this time, he didn’t think he could hold his seed back any longer.

Faster, he moved within her while his thumb strummed her glistening clit. It sent her crying so loud until she screamed and stiffened.

The moment her pussy tightened around his cock, his seed burst out, pouring down into her like a blast.

He heard his own loud growls and moans, along with her high-pitched cries. This state of bliss. He wished it would never end. Not yet.

Her inner muscles continued to milk him, prolonging his orgasm. Too much. Maybe it was wrong to wish it would never end, but if this bliss would kill him, what better way to die?

He clasped at the fibers of the carpet, tightening his knuckles, as his seed kept pouring. He thrust into her again, trying to squeeze out every drop left in him.

Then it stopped, and he collapsed over her. He felt her chest rising as she panted, and her fingers running over his hair.

Heaven… the more peaceful side of heaven.

He closed his eyes and relished the moment of bliss. More than the bliss of coming inside her, he would prefer this kind of bliss a thousand fold. Contentment. Happiness. What else could he ask for?

He had no idea how long had passed when he cracked his eyes open. He found her lying on her side, watching him.

“They say you never last a week with one woman,” she said. “I don’t think that’s true. I can see you still want me.”

He smirked. She sounded a bit strange to him. She had never spoken so boldly about the subject before. In fact, she never believed he’d still want her after he’d spent a week with her in Hawaii. She’d always thought he’d dump her right after, just as he’d done with a lot of women in the past.

“Want to do that again?” she asked.

His smile widened. What a ravenous woman. She just made his cock hard again. “Right now, yes.”

She smiled and pulled away when he was about to reach for her. “Let’s make a deal.”

He stopped and frowned. “What deal?”

She reached between his legs and stroked his swelling erection. “Accept the fight with Travis, and I will come to your bid every time you want me. How’s that.”

He was stunned, but he did not show it. For a few seconds, he tried to keep his anger down.

Fuck this bitch. So she came here and had sex with him, hoping to lure him back to the cage? “And if I refused?”

“You’ll never have me again.”

Shit! Did she really think he’d give in to whatever she demanded just so she’d allow him to fuck her again?

He quickly got up and put on his boxers. Perplexed, she stared at him. Get dressed,” he ordered.

She quickly grabbed her dress and tossed it over her head.

“Out,” he said, pointing at his door.

Stunned, she looked at him. “What?”

“Get out of my house.”

“What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” He stepped closer to her, face to face. “You came here, had sex with me, to get what you want. Well, you won’t have it. You can take your cunt away with you for all I care.”

Her lips shivered. Her eyes welled with tears. His words seemed to have ripped off her feminine pride.

“Prick,” she snapped and picked up her underwear. She quickly pulled it up her thighs and stormed to the door. “You’re a fucking coward!” she screamed and slammed the door behind her.

He flexed his knuckles and growled out his rage.

Damn that bitch! Damn everything else. He’d always gotten every woman he had wanted. They’d do anything for an opportunity to sleep with him, and now this bitch dared threaten him that she’d never have sex with him again if he would not give in to her demands.

Fuck her!

Chapter 17

Megan massaged her trembling fingers and heaved a deep breath. She still couldn’t get over what she just found out.

This morning, she woke up feeling nauseated. It was Saturday and she had agreed to jog in the park with Candace. Along the way, she had decided to drop by the clinic of her godmother, a hardworking physician-gynecologist who had ditched her fiancé so she could focus on her career. Until now, at the age of forty five, she remained single.

After testing her urine, the doctor told her the shocking news. She was pregnant. Four weeks.

She counted the days and she was led back to that one week she had spent with Blaze in Hawaii. It was almost impossible for her to believe. All the while, she thought she was safe.

She heard a knock on her window. When she turned her head, she saw Candace waving to her.

Wearing her sweatpants and sneakers, she was ready to jog, but her mind was not. Regardless, she still jumped out of the car.

She had to tell this to her friend. She couldn’t keep this all to herself. She needed an outlet.

“Come on,” Candace said, jogging in place. She was apparently in the mood to lose weight. “I did one round while waiting for you.”

Meg sighed and leaned on her car. “Candace, there’s something I must tell you.”

“Tell me on the way.”

“No, I’ll tell you right here.”

“Alright.” Candace stopped jogging, but started swinging her hips from side to side. “So tell me about it.”

“…I’m pregnant.”

Frozen, Candace glowered at her. “You’re what?”

Meg nodded. “I’m pregnant.”

Candace eyes were wide open. “Stop this bullshit. It’s not funny.”

“Four weeks.”

“Shut up.”

Meg reached for the medical certificate inside her car and handed it to her friend. After confirming that she was telling the truth, Candace’s jaw dropped.

“Fuck you!” she cussed in a tone of combined shock and anger. “Who the hell spilled his twinkie filling inside you?”

Meg rolled her eyes. Of all food. Why Twinkie? She liked Twinkie.

“I thought you never had sex with Alec?”

“Not Alec. I only dated Alec two weeks ago.”

“Oh, no. Don’t fucking tell me this is a one-night-stand.”

Meg sighed. “It’s Blaze.”

If Candace thought she had heard the most shocking news, this one blew her to the edge.

“What?!” Candace exclaimed violently. “Blaze Rockwood?! The brother of the SOB who killed your boyfriend?!”

Megan glanced around. There were a few people near them, and they all turned in their direction. “Could you please lower down your voice?”

“Lower down my voice?” Candace taunted. “You almost gave me a heart attack, you bitch. Tell me this is a joke.”

Meg shook her head.

Candace stepped closer to Megan. “You’re… the… shit,” she said in Megan’s face, emphasizing every word.

Meg closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. If she could only hide her face from the group of people standing at the nearby tree.

“You’ve been having an affair with Blaze Rockwood and you never even told me about it?” Candace continued. “You’re such a bitch. No, you make the word bitch too modest. A whore. No, a slut.”

Meg sighed. She knew her friend didn’t mean those words. Not literally. Candace was just so pissed off that she had kept this secret for so long before finally revealing it. “Don’t make me regret telling you about it.”

“Oh, you’d better wish you hadn’t told me about it, because an hour from now, I’ll drop by the nearest tabloid office and spill this juicy news to them. They’ll pay me enough to buy myself a brand new Porsche so I can finally get rid of my old, damn car. So what do you think?”

Meg did not answer. Candace did not mean that either.

Candace turned around and growled before turning back to her with a deep sigh. “Alright, I’m calm now. Now, tell me the story.”

“I don’t even know how to start.”

“When did it first happen?”

Meg was not sure if she should tell the truth. Candace might scream and call her a bitch once again. “In his house in Boulder City,” she said it anyway after a moment of pondering.

“When? A month after Bryan’s death?”

“Two weeks after his burial.”

Candace sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes grew so wide her eyeballs protruded. “Holy fuck! You’re the finest whore on earth! You put Kim Kardashian to shame.”

“Oh, please.”

“Even Cersei does not stand a chance against you.”

“Who’s Cersei?”

“Game of Thrones, you idiot. Are you not watching it?”

She was watching that series, and she realized the character that Candace was talking about. “No way! My relationship with Blaze is not incestuous.”

“Blaze may not be your brother, but he is the bestfriend of your late boyfriend. So what do you call that? Isn’t that worse than incest?”

“Oh, come on.”

Candace rested her hands on her hips and sighed again. “But you did not conceive the first time you did it?”

“No.”

“So when did you get pregnant?”

“Remember when Ryder told you he sent me to Hawaii for a confidential matter?”

“Yes.”

“I was actually with Blaze the whole week.”

“You didn’t do what Ryder told you to do? You went your own way fucking Blaze instead?”

“Oh, Christ, no. Ryder knew I was with Blaze. He just told you that shit so no one would be looking for me.”

“You mean Ryder prostituted you to Blaze.”

“Candace, stop this bullshit.”

“That’s how I see it.”

“I went along with Blaze to Hawaii. He said we’ll only stay there for a day. The next day, he called Ryder to tell him that I won’t be coming to work for a week. Of course, Ryder would give Blaze anything he wanted—”

“So he did pimp you,” Candace interrupted. “And you didn’t even realize it.”

Meg growled. She wished she did not start this discussion at all. Candace was trying to humiliate her. “Just forget I ever said anything.”

“Okay.” Candace spread her arms. “I’m sorry for being a bitch. I’m just shocked. My God! I haven’t been shocked like this all my life. What have you been doing?”

Meg sighed and crossed her arms. “What should I do?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Candace,” she pleaded.

“Alright. If I were you, I’ll tell Blaze I’m carrying his baby and demand child support.”

“It’s easy for you to say that.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t want him to know.”

“Why not?”

“If I told him, Bryan’s family will know.”

“So?”

“So? They’ll say they’re right about me all along. That I am just a gold digger and I want to be famous.”

Candace grabbed her head, as if trying to think without breaking down mentally. “I’d say, fuck them.”

Megan pleaded with her eyes.

Candace sighed. “I suggest you go somewhere else for a while. Come back when you’re ready for some sticky pies thrown at your face.”

“What about my job?”

“You hate your job. This is your chance to get away from MMA.”

“But my brother. I have to be there for him.”

“Your brother will be fine. He’s not a baby. That is the baby,” Candace replied, pointing at Meg’s belly. “You have to stay away from the chaos of this place if you want to give birth to a healthy child.”

That’s exactly what she needed—a place where she could have peace of mind. Maybe she should go visit her mother in New Orleans. Her mother will know what to do at times like this.

“Look.” Candace pointed her finger to the left. Meg turned to the direction and saw a familiar red Ferrari. “Isn’t that Travis? What is he doing here?”

Indeed, that was Travis, the monster who was about to kill her brother.

She shook her head to get the idea out of her mind. She was becoming paranoid, but who could blame her. That man had killed her boyfriend and had permanently injured three more professional, experienced, and healthy martial artists. What could she expect to happen to a novice like Josh?

“I think I’ll go talk to him.”

Candace frowned. “What for?”

Meg sighed. “He might reconsider choosing another opponent. Or shall I say… another person to kill.”

*****

Blaze expelled air out of his mouth as he headed for the gym where the Battledome receptionist had told him Travis was. For ten years, they barely had exchanged words, and now he was here to ask a favor.

“Yo!” a six and a half foot giant black man he met at the door growled and turned to his companions who were all working out. “Look who’s here to pay us a visit.”

Everyone turned in his direction and howled when they recognized him.

He raised his hand to stop the noise. “Thank you. Is Travis here?”

Everyone fell silent and shot him that
what-the-fuck-did-you-say
look. Apparently, they all knew the rift between the Rockwood brothers, and they were all wondering why he suddenly showed up looking for Travis.

“My brother?” he asked again.

All at the same time, the men turned and nodded to the shower room.

“Thank you,” he said and headed in the direction.

He found Travis at the last enclosure, showering with the sliding door open. His butt was in plain view.

“Hey,” Blaze said.

Unsuspectingly, Travis turned over his shoulder. “What?” His eyes opened wide when he recognized Blaze. “What the fuck you doing here?” he rasped.

Blaze crossed his arms. He had expected that a glimpse of his face would infuriate his brother. It had been ten long years, yet nothing had changed. Travis still hated him. “We have to talk.”

“I’ve nothing to say to you.”

“Dad’s got cancer. Liver. He needs an operation, ASAP.”

Travis turned to him, shamelessly exposing his dick in the open, or probably flaunting it. “So?”

Blaze grabbed a towel hanging from the bar and threw it at Travis. “He needs blood, bro. My blood type didn’t match. He’s of the same type as yours.”

“The hell,” Travis cussed as he wiped himself dry. “Don’t call me bro. You’re not my bro. He expects me to give him my blood while I have a fight coming up? He’s got money. He can buy as much blood as he wants.”

“The blood bank is low on B negative. Your fight is set two months from now. You can still recover before that.”

“I don’t give a damn. He’s not getting a drop from me.”

“He is your father, damn it.”

“Father?” Travis growled and slammed the towel on the floor. “He disowned me! He abandoned me in the streets to starve to death. And you… you never even tried to help me.”

“Fuck that, Travis. I’ve searched for you. You didn’t want to show up.”

“You did, so you could lock me up in the asylum. Now, you come here begging me to give that old man my blood? He can go to hell for all I care.”

Blaze closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. This wasn’t a good time to talk about the past. “I did not come to beg. I was just hoping that you might consider it. He’s still your father.”

Travis chuckled.

“We’ll talk again next time,” Blaze said and turned away.

“Wanna make a bargain?”

Blaze stopped and turned back to his brother. “Let’s hear it.”

Travis picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist. “I give the old man my blood… You fight me in the cage.”

Blaze was frozen. Even in a situation like this, Travis still hungered to fight him. “Why in the world are you so obsessed with beating me in the cage? What do you want to prove?”

“That I’m better than you.”

Blaze sighed. “I’ve said it time and time again. I’m never going back into the ring.”

“Your choice.”

Blaze turned around and walked out of the shower room. He caught three men peeking inside, probably eavesdropping.

“By the way,” Travis said. Blaze did not notice his brother had followed him out. “Did you hear that Meg is pregnant.”

Frowning, Blaze looked at Travis. “She is?” he half-exclaimed. He knew right away that the baby was his.

“Don’t get too excited. The baby’s not yours.”

His smile quickly disappeared. “What?”

“It’s mine, you idiot. You didn’t know that we’ve both been fucking her the whole time, did you?”

The world shut closed before his eyes. His surroundings flared. A demon took control of his mind. The next thing he knew, he was pounding Travis’ face on the floor while growling like a monster spawned from hell.

A pair of big arms circled his chest and tried to pull him away.  Two men came between them. One pushed him away while the other one stopped Travis from fighting back.