Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance Page 9

  I smile against her flesh, reaching towards my shorts for the foil packet in my pocket, pulling it out, and ripping it open. Once I’m sheathed, I look up at Emma, who’s staring down at me with pure lust in her eyes. After a few seconds of eye contact, I pounce, jumping to my feet, wrapping Emma’s legs around my waist, and holding her against the wall, where I can slide every last inch of myself inside her.

  Emma’s eyes are wide with shock before I’m even halfway inside her. By the time I’m all the way in, she’s moaning my name and bucking her hips against me as hard as she can.

  Well if that’s what Emma wants, then that’s what she’s going to get. I hold her tight against the shower wall and start thrusting into her like a piston. I start out hard, and then I get deeper and deeper inside her, losing myself in the feeling of her body grinding against mine and the water of the shower trickling down between us. As I get deeper into Emma, I can feel her body heating, up, ready to explode again. When it does, I go with her, shuddering and running my hands all over her body as I reach my climax.

  Fuck. I’m spent. That was more intense than the actual fight. At least we’re already standing in a running shower. We stand there for a couple seconds, letting the water run over our bodies.

  “Let’s go back and find Gina. She’s probably looking for us by now.”

  “Yeah, let’s get out of here before someone notices that there’s a punching bag in front of the door.”

  Emma insists that we be as dry as possible before we leave, so that no one else will know what we were doing. Then, as we leave the mostly empty arena, she takes my hand. “I hope you know the way back to Sinners, because I definitely need a drink.”

  Emma seems confused about how to treat me, looking at me one second and then looking away the next. I just hope she doesn’t think this is the end. Because as far as I’m concerned, it’s just the fucking beginning.

  Chapter 15: Emma

  Ugh…my mouth still tastes like whiskey and it feels like someone’s sitting on my brain…I pull the covers over my head and curl up into a little ball.

  It was definitely a mistake to try and match Gina drink for drink last night. She’s been to college parties, and I’ve probably never had that much alcohol, ever. Memories of laughing way too hard at the bartender’s jokes and drunk texting half the people in my phone float through my mind, and I try to shoo them away so I can get back to sleep.

  That’s when I remember the other thing that happened last night. The thing with Caleb. You know, the thing where I let him fuck me in a locker room shower?

  I start to burn down between my legs as I remember how it felt, but I’m also super mad at myself for ever letting it get that far. If I thought he was insufferable before, he’s going to be totally insane now that we’ve had sex. He’s going to stop at nothing to make me his again. And again and again and again. I have no idea how I’m going to last a whole summer working with someone like that.

  Wait…work…oh no! I pull the blanket off my head, brain protesting the sudden movement, and check the time.

  10:30!?

  For some reason, I went to bed thinking today was Saturday, but it’s definitely Friday, and I’m definitely two and a half hours late for my internship. I bounce out of bed and start pulling together an outfit for work, trying to ignore the mother of all hangovers throbbing in my head as I throw my clothes on.

  Twenty terrible minutes later, I stumble through the doors of the PoodleMatch offices, totally out of breath, and that’s when I remember that nobody actually does anything here. Half the office is in the break room having a chess tournament, and the other half are sitting at their computers not looking particularly busy.

  Still, what if someone got matched with a piece of furniture and Caleb was at the gym? I’d be the only one who could go get him. Of course, I’d like to think I have more uses than that, and besides, it’s just not professional to come in two and a half hours late, especially when you got the job through a personal connection. The cartoon poodle on the wall looks like it’s judging me.

  At least my hangover’s going away. By the time I make myself a cup of coffee in the break room, I’m almost 100% again. No one’s said anything to me since I walked in, which is good, and I have a feeling the best way I can make up for being late is by making myself useful somehow.

  I poke my head around the corner, see Caleb walking around the office, and immediately duck back into the break room. I definitely don’t feel like interacting with him yet. I mean, I’m not sure I’m going to have a choice, but…can’t I at least finish my coffee?

  I start watching him again, just to make sure he’s not going around asking for me. God, even the nerdy programmer girls here can’t stop checking him out. Every female eye in the room is locked straight onto him. I wonder if he’s hooked up with anyone here?

  Wait, what do I care? I want him to stop trying to get into my pants, right? Since Caleb has a near-telepathic ability to tell when I’m thinking about him, the best thing I could do is focus on something else.

  Dylan, the co-manager, just got destroyed at chess on the other side of the break room. As he’s making his way back to the office, I stop him.

  “Hey, did you get that bug worked out?”

  “Yeah, it was a pretty simple fix; it was just terrifying when it happened.”

  “Yeah, it was crazy. By the way, is there any way you can put a copy of PoodleMatch Mobile on my phone? I’m looking for a way to make myself useful, and I feel like it might help if you got an outside perspective on the app before you launch.”

  Dylan flashes a knowing grin at me. “Alright, sure. Test it out. Totally for research purposes.”

  “It is! What, you think I’m just going to use it to match myself with guys?”

  Dylan shrugs. “Use it for whatever you want. I’m just warning you, though: it’s a really good dating app, but you can’t message your matches yet unless you have a special version, so you’re probably going to fall in love with some guy and have to wait until we launch to talk to him.”

  “I’m willing to take the risk.” Dylan gives me a don’t-say-I-didn’t-warn-you face and takes my phone, bringing it back a few minutes later with PoodleMatch installed.

  From the way Dylan looked at me when he brought my phone back, I can tell he thinks I’m just going to use it to find cute guys, but honestly, I’m just bored and trying to be helpful. It didn’t even occur to me to take it seriously. I mean, I’m going off to college soon! This would be the worst possible time to find my perfect match.

  Besides, I doubt this program is really all that great. I mean sure, it matched up my mom and my stepdad, but I highly doubt a computer can look at my browsing history and use it to find me a soulmate. My prospective matches are probably going to be hilarious.

  I open up PoodleMatch, click on the button that says “Find My Perfect Match!” and watch as a poodle dressed like Cupid flies around my phone screen with a bow and arrow.

  After about a minute of loading, the poodle shoots a heart-shaped arrow into a cloud, and a guy’s picture falls out. I swipe the screen a few times and get a couple more pictures of him. He seems pretty cute, but kind of boring. He likes to surf. A poodle head pops up at the bottom of the screen and tells me his favorite book is Pride and Prejudice. And for some reason, it looks like I could message him if I wanted to…

  “Really? Him?” I squeak as an unmistakably huge arm wraps itself around my waist. Crap. “He doesn’t seem like your type. Definitely too skinny.”

  “Caleb!” I whisper, “You can’t just look over my shoulder when I’m on my phone.”

  “I can when you’re using company property without my permission. Do you have any idea how fucked you’d be if anyone else caught you doing this?”

  Caleb reaches his hand out for my phone, and I reluctantly give it to him. “Holy shit, the messaging is turned on. If you messaged this guy, he could leak everything to our competitors.”

  “I wasn’t going to message
him, I was just…testing it.”

  I look up at Caleb, doing anything I can to try and stop blushing. If I wanted things to get back to normal after what happened last night, then I’d gotten off to the worst start possible. The worst part is, Caleb knows exactly how awkward this is, and he loves every second of it.

  “Twelve hours later and you’re already online dating? Am I that bad a kisser?”

  “Caleb!” I look over towards the programmers playing chess at the other end of the room. I don’t think any of them heard, but that doesn’t exactly make me feel any better. “We can’t talk about this here.”

  Caleb’s eyes light up like a hungry tiger’s, creating a very unwelcome heat down between my legs.

  “What did you just say?” he asks.

  “We can’t—” Oh. Oh no. I clamp my hands over my mouth as I realize what I said, and what Caleb said he would do to me if I ever said it again.

  “Emma,” Caleb lifts my face up towards his, “I’m going to need to see you in my office right now.”

  Caleb’s words from last night bounce around my head as he walks past me into his office.

  If you say “we can’t” one more time, then I’m going to spank that shit out of your vocabulary.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night, no matter how many drinks I knocked back. Me telling Caleb off, and Caleb reaching the end of his rope, making me get up onto his lap, and spanking me until I’ve learned my lesson. I’m not sure why it’s so hard to get that image out of my head, but unless I do something, it’s about to happen right here in Caleb’s office.

  There’s no way that can happen. I need to tell Caleb exactly where to shove his stupid, perverted spanking ultimatum before he takes things too far and actually tries to bend me over his desk. There’s only one problem: every time I think about Caleb spanking me, the fire down between my legs gets hotter and hotter.

  Chapter 16: Caleb

  Honestly, I was trying to leave Emma alone. Give her some space and shit. I need her to not hate my guts when the championship rolls around so she’ll actually come cheer me on. But when I saw her sitting there, matched up with some hipster douchebag with a surfboard under his arm, I couldn’t fucking help myself.

  I mean, yeah, all that shit I said about her not being allowed to use PoodleMatch is true. I probably would have needed to step in anyways to make sure she didn’t get into trouble. But mostly, she’s just too fucking fun to mess with. The way she acts all nice and proper, right until she gets too turned on and starts biting her cute little lip, practically begging to be fucked…it’s the hottest thing in the fucking universe.

  I bet she’s actually going to let me spank her, too. She’s going to roll her eyes, call me a pervert, and put up this cute little fight, but then she’s actually going to bend over and let me spank that insanely curvy ass, and before I’m even halfway done with her spanking, she’s going to get so wet for me she’s going to start moaning my name after every fucking smack.

  Shit. She’d better get in here quick, or I’m probably going to start jerking off to the fucking idea of it.

  Emma knocks on the open office door, snapping me out of my fantasy. “You asked for me, Mr. Matthews?”

  Something about her calling me Mr. Matthews is an insane turn on. She’s trying to play it super professional like she came in here on business, but nobody here calls me Mr. Matthews, so she actually just sounds like she’s roleplaying my dirty secretary. I laugh, and she looks pissed.

  “Come on in. We need to talk.”

  “Can I have my phone back yet?” Emma whispers as she steps into my office.

  I slide her phone across the desk. “Go ahead. I uninstalled PoodleMatch.”

  Emma checks her phone as I get up to close the office door behind her. “I swear, if you read my texts, I’m going to kick you so hard in the balls.”

  “You can try, but you might end up in a submission hold. Not that you’d mind.”

  Emma scoffs, but at least she doesn’t call me a pervert. After I close the office door, I knock on one of the frosted glass windows. “These are completely soundproof, by the way. We’re going to need it.”

  When I turn around, I almost have a fucking heart attack when I see Emma bent way over my desk, ass sticking straight up in the air. She looks back at me and rolls her eyes.

  “What? We both know how this is going to go, so let’s just go ahead and get it over with”

  That’s adorable. She’s trying to skip the reluctance, pretend like it doesn’t bother her at all. Nice try, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her off that easy.

  “Get what over with?”

  “You know…my punishment.”

  Emma’s annoyed face tells one story, but her bare, quivering thighs tell a different one. She’s so wet for this that I’m starting to wonder if she intentionally broke the rules just to get my hand on her ass.

  “What are you talking about? Why are you bent over my desk like that?”

  “So you can spank me, asshole.” Emma turns crimson, and I can barely manage to keep a straight face.

  “Whoa, hold on, Sis. I know you’re horny, but can’t it wait until we get home? This is a public office.”

  “I’m not…horny,” Emma says as she spreads her legs wider, “I said something I wasn’t allowed to say, and now I’m just following the rule.”

  “Oh, yeah, from last night. Refresh my memory of how that went?” Emma looks like she wants to hit me in the head with a fire extinguisher. She knows I’m playing dumb. The funniest part is I’m not even holding her to this. She could call my bluff and leave any time she wants, but she’s not doing it.

  “You said that if I said ‘we can’t’ one more time, you were going to spank it out of my vocabulary. And I just said it in the break room, so…come on. Let’s get it over with.”

  “Is that any way to talk to your co-worker, little Sis? With an attitude like that, you’re practically asking for a spanking.”

  Emma says nothing, pushing her ass out even further into the air. At this point, I don’t just want to spank her, I want to lift her skirt up over her waist and fuck her from the back. It’s too bad the thickest frosted glass in the world wouldn’t be able to muffle her screams if I did that.

  I walk up to Emma, grabbing the sides of her hips, getting them into position. “You know, I probably would have taken it easy on you if you hadn’t given me all that attitude. A couple taps through your skirt and then you’d be right back to work. But since you’re so insistent that this is all about me being a pervert, I think you actually need to learn a little lesson. That’s why I’m going to give you a real spanking. No skirt. No panties. Just the way it is in your fantasies.”

  Emma sucks her upper lip into her mouth and shivers. “I don’t have fantasies about this.”

  “I don’t believe you. But I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? Because if you’re as wet for this as I think you are, you’re not going to be able to control yourself once I get going.”

  I dig my fingers into the waistline of Emma’s skirt, feeling her heavy breathing as I yank it down to her thighs. Then, I slide it the rest of the way down her legs with my palms, making sure she feels my hands every inch of the way down. Her panties are next, sliding over the curve of her ass, down off her feet, and right into my pocket.

  “If you’re a good girl for the rest of the day, you might even get those back.”

  Emma starts to say something, but it melts into a moan as I start spanking her.

  Normally, I’d be making fun of Emma for how into this she’s getting, moaning every time my hand comes down on her ass and thrusting it right back into the air for more, but fuck, man, I’m getting pretty into this too. Emma’s fucking naked from the waist down, and my hands are all over her perfect ass.

  Since I’m a professional fighter, I start off by holding back a little bit on Emma. As I keep spanking her, though, she starts pushing her hips back into my hand like she wants more, and I start givin
g it to her harder. And harder. And harder. Holy shit, Emma likes it rough. Her fucking moans of pleasure are getting louder, longer, and higher, and pretty soon she’s going to be making some noises that she’s not going to be able to explain as anything innocent.

  An idea forms in my head, and I almost burst out laughing before I can put it into action. First, I ramp things up, spanking Emma faster and faster until she starts to get all flushed in the face. Then, with no warning, I stop, resting my hand against Emma’s tingling ass and wait for her to say something.

  “You stopped.” Emma looks at me quizzically.

  “You told me you wanted to just get it over with. Is that a problem? Do you want me to keep going?”

  “Ew. No…”

  “Really? Because you’d think if you wanted me to stop, you wouldn’t still be here, bent over with your ass up against my hand.”

  “I’m just waiting for you to officially release me, that’s all.”

  I push my hand into the back of Emma’s thigh, where I can feel her muscles clenching with need. “That’s all, huh? So you’re telling me you didn’t enjoy that?”

  Emma bites her lip and shakes her head.

  “Are you sure? Because it really seems like you’re having fun down here. Are you telling me that if I sent my hand up between your legs, you wouldn’t be wet at all?”

  Emma shuts her eyes tight. “Yeah…”

  “I’m not so sure you’re telling the truth, little sis. Not with you acting like this. Luckily, there’s an easy way to tell how you really feel.”

  Firmly, my hand pushes between Emma’s thighs until it finds her pussy, tight, hot, and soaking fucking wet.

  “Looks like you’re a horny little liar, sis. You’re fucking dripping down here. I’m starting to think you wanted me to spank you.”