Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance Read online

  “Oh…uh…I didn’t know I needed permission. There wasn’t a sign. But I’m going now!”

  I try and move around the skinny guy, but he wraps his fingers tight around my wrist. “So who told you about this place? One of the guys out there?”

  I try to jerk my hand out of his grasp, but it’s like metal locked around my wrist. “I found it on accident, asshole. Let me go!”

  “Really? You expect me to believe that? No one finds this place on accident.”

  “Well, maybe you should move the girls’ bathroom so it doesn’t happen again. Can I leave now?”

  I stretch toward the handle of the metal door, but I just can’t reach it. I’m about to just kick this guy in the shin, but something tells me that that’s a very bad idea. From the way he has his feet set, he’s probably an MMA fighter himself.

  The skinny guy laughs, and I summon all my energy towards reaching for the metal door handle. Suddenly, I hear him make a strangled yelping noise and feel him release my hand. I fall over on my back, where I see my captor lying in a heap in the middle of the floor…and him standing over me. The Beast himself.

  I bounce up to my feet as fast as I can and try and think of something to say. Thanks for saving me? You were great out there? Do you have a girlfriend? All good choices, but for some reason I can’t seem to form any words at all.

  Finally, I manage to say “Thanks,” my voice cracking and several octaves too high. Beast just stares back at me. He’s dripping with sweat, his eyes are burning, and his chest is heaving like an animal’s. I can’t tell whether he’s mad at me or just intense.

  Beast moves towards me, backing me up against the bleachers. “I almost died because of you.”

  Uh oh. He is mad. “Sorry! I’ve never seen a fight before, and I didn’t realize you could see me.”

  “Did Chainsaw’s people send you?”

  “What? No! I just, uh, came from the club outside. I didn’t know about any of this, I swear!”

  Beast’s pretty face looks into mine, trying to determine if I’m telling the truth. “You almost got me punched in the cock.”

  Beast reaches down between his legs, wrapping his hand around the thick bulge that’s pushing his fighting shorts to the absolute limit. I can’t help but stare at it, thick and strong-looking, just like the rest of him. I know it’s not polite to blatantly stare at MMA fighters’ cocks, but I can’t help myself. I want him to see me staring.

  I don’t realize that I’m leaning into Beast until my breast bumps up against one of his arms. Then, my face snaps up to his, and my body rests against him. He still looks angry, but there’s something else there, too: something raw, hungry, and wild.

  Shouldn’t I be getting back to the club? So why aren’t my legs moving?

  Beast’s hand moves up under my chin, tilting my face up so he can get a better view. “That’s the look. That’s the look you gave me when I was in the ring. The one that almost got me killed.”

  I should leave. I should find the club, take Gina with me, and go back to my nice, safe little world. The only problem is that right now, I’m exactly the type of girl that Gina thinks I am. A good girl who wants a bad boy to make her totally his. Who wants to be ravaged. Used. Fucked.

  And Beast knows it. I think he can literally smell my feelings. I can feel his, brushing up against my stomach.

  Maybe that’s why I do the craziest, stupidest, most reckless thing I’ve ever done. I look up at Beast and say “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

  There is something I can do, and we both know what it is. So when Beast grabs my arm and practically drags me towards the locker room, I know what’s going to happen next. And even though I haven’t fully admitted it to myself yet, I can’t wait.

  Chapter 2: Emma

  This is the part where I wake up, right? Where I sit up in bed, roll my eyes at how repressed I am, and hop into the shower to try and clean the sweat of a sex dream off my body?

  I mean, this can’t be real. The sweaty, inked up mountain of muscle currently pulling me into the nearest locker room to fuck makes the Greek gods look like couch potatoes. I’m probably in bed right now, tossing and turning and sleep-humping my pillow.

  Ow! I stub my toe on a folding chair carelessly placed in the middle of the aisle and send it clattering to the floor as I wince in pain. So much for this being a dream.

  Beast looks back, his perfect lips curled into a smirk. “Are you alright back there?”

  “Yep!” I say, my voice hitting some ridiculously high octave as I start to turn pink.

  Yep!? What am I, a cartoon duck?

  “Alright, if you say so. Let me know if you need me to carry you.”

  “I’m good, thanks.”

  So this is actually happening. I really did just offer myself to an MMA fighter after exchanging only a few words with him, most of which were about his cock. Gina would be so proud.

  As we get closer to the locker room, posters line the walls. Guys with names like Barracuda, Tank, and Painquake glare at me and flex their muscles as I pass. Underneath each fighter are the words “California Kings Underground MMA.” Finally, right at the locker room door, there’s a poster for Beast: hands behind his head, flexing his ridiculous biceps, and giving the camera an obnoxiously cocky smile. Something tells me that this guy’s more full of himself than a snake eating its own tail, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering how it would feel to be full of him.

  Suddenly, Beast stops outside the locker room door, causing me to practically slam into him.

  “Whoa, slow down, babe. Wait until we’re in private.” He grins at me like a cat with a mouse trapped under its paw and opens the locker room door for me.

  If this didn’t feel real before, the smell of sweat and body spray drenching the locker room makes it feel 100% real as I step inside. I take a few steps into the room as fantasies flood my mind. What’s he going to do to me? Slam me up against those lockers on the left wall and fuck me standing up? Make me get down on all fours and stick my ass in the air for him?

  He’s probably done this a hundred times: takes the nearest girl back here and fucks her stupid. Makes her scream his name. I hope he doesn’t mind that I’m not the type of girl who normally finds herself in this situation.

  I look behind me and see Beast leaning against the back wall, arms folded up against his washboard abs, with a bulge that looks like it’s about to disintegrate his tiny little black shorts if he makes one wrong move. His eyes feel their way up my curves, sizing up his catch.

  So…uh…what happens now? Why isn’t he coming over here and fucking me? Is there something I need to do?

  I try and put myself in the mindset of an underground MMA groupie, with limited success. Eventually, I put my hands on the bench in the middle of the room, stick my ass out for Beast, and say, “Ready when you are.”

  Almost immediately, I feel Beast’s body pushing up against me, thick, muscular, and heaving with his breaths. Then, his hands seize my body and he spins me around like I weigh less than a feather.

  “What’s your name?” he asks, lifting my face up so I’m looking straight into his blazing green eyes.

  “It’s Emma.”

  “Have you ever fucked an MMA fighter before, Emma?”

  My teeth come down hard on my lower lip as I shake my head no. I feel his body shudder with laughter, and the heat between my legs starts to throb.

  “Then you’re in for a treat. I know how to use every inch of my body to get what I want, and what I want is to fuck that curvy little body of yours until you scream.”

  God, he’s so arrogant. I bet he checks out his naked body in the mirror for thirty minutes every morning. But who cares? I’m not here because I like this guy, I’m here because my inner Gina came out and decided that brain-melting casual sex in a locker room was what I wanted to do tonight. So let’s do it.

  I try to turn around again, but Beast doesn’t let me. Instead, he moves his mouth onto mine and clai
ms it with his tongue.

  Holy crap, he’s a good kisser. In less than a minute’s time, I’m running my fingers through his stupid perfect hair and moaning into his mouth like I’m in a porno. Then, he puts his hands on my body, and I can’t believe how strong he is. He could toss me around like it was nothing if he wanted to, but he’s way too greedy for that. He wants me right here in front of him, so he can claim my breasts and cup my ass with his massive, tattooed fighter’s hands.

  And I want him to. I want him to peel off those little black shorts, strip me down to nothing, and ravage my naked body. What the hell has gotten into me?

  Any second thoughts I might have about any of this go out right out the window as soon as Beast’s hands grasp the bottom of my dress and start pulling it up above my hips. Before I know it, my dress is on top of the lockers along the left wall, and I’m pressing up against Beast in nothing but my bra and panties.

  My whole face starts to flush as Beast squeezes me tight against him. Then, his hands invade the back of my panties, claiming my ass like it’s his new favorite toy as he presses his king-sized bulge into my bellybutton and kisses my hard, swollen nipple through my bra.

  Nobody’s ever made me feel this way before, especially not my first and only ex-boyfriend. He could barely handle a clarinet, much less a female body. The impossibly sexy MMA-fighting brute currently peeling my panties off is everything he isn’t, and it shocks me how my body responds to his touch. I bet if he wanted to take me back to his place and have his way with me all night…I’d let him.

  Beast gets down onto his knees to pull my panties the rest of the way off, and I have to fight the urge not to lean forward and press my sex against his face while he does it. Once I’m totally bottomless, he grabs my thighs, spreads them apart a little, and admires me. God, if he starts licking me down there, I literally might die.

  But Beast has other plans, for now at least. Pulling my legs apart, he guides them down into a sitting position so that I’m spread wide open on the bench. As he gets up, I can’t help myself: I reach out and touch the bulge in the front of his shorts.

  Oh God, it’s huge! He’s so thick beneath my hand that it doesn’t even feel real.

  I gasp as Beast grabs my wrist and presses my hand harder against his cock. “Bigger than you’re used to?”

  I think we both know the answer to that. Beast runs my hand up his length with a ridiculously cocky expression on his face, and I subconsciously spread my legs wider.

  “Just wait until you feel it inside you.”

  With that, Beast lets my hand go, leaving me burning on the bench while he goes over to his locker, pulls out a foil packet, and rips it open in one smooth motion. Then, holding the packet in his hand, he walks slowly over to me, until I’m at eye level with his crotch.

  “Ready when you are.” He smirks, and looks down at his shorts, thrusting his hips forward in my direction. Heart beating and hands shaking, I reach out towards this shorts, curling my fingers into his waistband and taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

  “Beast!”

  The announcer with the blood red mohawk is standing in the locker room doorway, and I practically die of embarrassment. “Oh shit. Sorry, man.”

  “Didn’t you see me take her in here?” Beast snarls.

  The announcer puts his hands up and shakes his head. “I was helping Chainsaw’s guys get him to the hospital. You broke his fucking arm, you know.”

  I don’t know what’s worse: the announcer seeing me almost naked, or the announcer seeing me this turned on. My breath is still heaving like Beast’s, and my nipples are clearly visible through my bra. As the two guys talk, I pull on my panties and sprint over to my dress, pulling it down from the lockers. Beast looks over at me and growls as I pull it over my head, but I do it anyway. The normal, responsible me is starting to wake up again, and she’s wondering how the hell I ever let it get to this point.

  “Anyway,” the announcer shifts from foot to foot, “I just wanted to let you know that I heard a couple of the organizers talking, and they were saying that if you win your next match, you’ve got a pretty good shot of making it into the tournament.”

  Beast doesn’t look happy. “You could have waited to tell me that until after I was done.”

  “Sorry, man.”

  I have a choice, and I need to make it now. I could either take this chance to get out, back to normalcy, or I could stay until the announcer leaves, take my dress back off…and let Beast fuck me all night.

  As bad as I want Beast’s cock inside me, Responsible Emma is officially back at the wheel. And Responsible Emma prefers to spend as little time around illegal MMA fighting rings as possible.

  “Um…” Beast and the announcer both turn to look at me. “I should probably get going. Congratulations…on the win…”

  The words awkwardly tumble out of me, and then I practically sprint for the locker room entrance.

  “Wait!” Beast lunges after me, but it’s too late. By the time he reaches the entrance, I’m almost back out at the arena.

  “Fuck!” I hear him yell, “You see what you did?”

  I’m not sure if I should thank the announcer or curse him. I do know I’m absolutely aching for Beast’s cock, but I’m no longer ignoring the rational part of my brain to get it. I shuffle through the arena, trying not to make too much of a scene. Unfortunately, I can’t help but turn a few heads on my way out, but with no sign of the skinny guy with the iron grip, I make it to the door unharmed and find myself back in the maze of hallways behind Sinners.

  After a few left turns, I round a corner and almost slam right into Gina. “Oh, thank God. Where the hell were you? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

  I look over my shoulder, half expecting to see Beast there, come to drag me back into that locker room and finish what he started. When he’s not there, part of me’s relieved, and part of me’s disappointed. “Let’s just get out of here. I’ll explain on the way home.”

  ***

  “An underground MMA arena? In the back of Sinners?”

  “It’s true, I swear!”

  “And this Beast guy…he’s perfect and insanely hot but you left before he could fuck you and you didn’t even give him your number. Are you sure you’re not just making this up?”

  “I’d show you if I ever wanted to go back there, which I don’t.”

  “We could turn the cab around. That’s what I’d do if I had an MMA sex god who wanted to fuck my brains out.”

  The cab driver turns to look at us. “She’s right. I can turn the cab around.”

  I shake my head. “No way. It happened, it’s over, and I’m going to move on with my life. Just because it was hot doesn’t mean it was the right thing to do. There’ll be plenty of cute boys at Berkley who don’t take part in illegal fighting rings.”

  Gina shakes her head. “Alright, but I’m hot for Beast just from how you described him. I can’t imagine how it would feel to actually walk away from him.”

  Tell me about it. I’m still throbbing, like something inside me is knocking on my walls, trying to get me to go back. The thing is, even if I did ignore the hundreds of good reasons why going back is a horrible idea, who’s to say that Beast is even still there? He’s probably long gone by now, back to whatever jungle he came from, and all I can do is forget about him and move on with my life.

  After all, I have a whole summer ahead of me.

  Chapter 3: Emma

  It’s finally here. June 22. The first day of the last summer before I go off to college, or, as I like to call it, The Summer of Adventure. I’ve been planning it ever since I got my admission letter to Berkley. Road trips. Pool parties. Internships. A bucket list. Not a single day wasted. Not a single ounce of fun left on the table. I’ve got it all laid out in front of me on my bedroom floor, in the form of a huge poster-sized calendar that I’ve been working on all week.

  The Summer of Adventure kicks off with my awesome internship with a local publishing hous
e. For the next month, I’m going to be travelling around to local book stores and libraries, helping authors set up their book signings. Not only am I going to get to meet some of my favorite authors, I’m going to get complementary signed copies of every book I set up the signing for!

  Then, when that’s over, Gina and I are going on a road trip to Portland! Gina’s starting her freshman year up there in the fall, and she wants to get a feel for the city before her orientation starts. And that’s just the big stuff: every single square on my makeshift calendar is chock full of fun plans, daily challenges, and drawings of me having fun, all the way up until August 19th, the day that I leave home for Berkley.

  So, really, last night’s insanity couldn’t have been better timed. As I look down at the summer ahead of me, it already feels like a distant memory.

  What’s on deck for today? I’ve drawn…a sausage and a hamburger? Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, the barbecue!

  A week from now, my adorable mother is getting married, and her fiancée wanted to come over and have a summer barbecue with us before the wedding. This is a big deal because Mom’s fiancée just so happens to be Larry Matthews, the CEO of Poodle, one of the largest tech companies in the world. Since he’s only been engaged to Mom for a couple months, I’ve barely had the chance to see him at all.

  And since I’m hoping Larry will hook me up with a high-paying job at Poodle after I graduate from Berkley…I need to kill it at this barbecue.

  I head downstairs and find Mom whipping up a fruit salad in the kitchen. “Hey Mom! Are you excited for tonight?”

  Mom smiles. “Very excited. Larry loves my fruit salad.”

  “I bet he does. Do you need any help setting up?”

  Mom looks up thoughtfully, running through a mental list of pre-barbecue tasks. Then, her eyes open wide.

  “Oh! We don’t have any hot dogs! Could you go to the store and get some?”

  “Of course!”

  “How could I forget the hot dogs at a barbecue?” Mom shakes her head, and we both laugh. Sometimes, it feels like Mom and I are basically the same age. She’s a kindergarten teacher, which has definitely helped keep her young at heart, but it means that the house is always full of stuff for her students. It was great when I was younger, but now that I’m eighteen, I’m definitely feeling the need for a more mature environment. I know Larry has a megamansion up in Palo Alto…I wonder if we’ll end up moving up there?