Bull: An MMA Stepbrother Romance

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Copyright © Selena Saint

Lisa

Chapter 1

Jake

Lisa pulled up to her mom’s house and turned off the car. She took a deep breath as she mustered her courage. She sat with her hands on the steering wheel. How fast could she leave without being rude? An hour? Did she dare try to make a break 45 minutes in?

Any amount of time would be too long, but she had to go in there, make nice, and meet her new stepbrother. He would be living in town now. Insta-family. It wasn’t fair that she was now expected to treat a complete stranger as if he was her family. Her mom married Mark Mata, what, a month ago? She was no longer Sherry Dane, she was Sherry Mata. How weird. Lisa no longer shared a name with her own mother.

Even weirder, her mom was already talking about taking a family vacation with the four of them. She had never appreciated how shy Lisa was around people, especially men. This dinner, for instance. What if he didn’t like her? What if she said or did something embarrassing? She just wanted to bail, but she knew her mom would never forgive her.

Lisa walked up the steps to her mom’s front door and paused. She hadn’t wanted to do this alone. She had begged Janis, her roommate, to come with her for moral support, but Janis had other plans. Lisa was on her own.

Time to do this.

She took another deep breath.
This one’s for you, Mom.

She opened the door. No one was around.

“Hello!” she said as she walked in. “Mom? Mark?”

No one answered. She went into the kitchen. Dinner was cooking but no one was around.

She heard voices coming from the backyard and followed the sounds. She looked out the back patio door and saw her mom and Mark watching two men wrestling on mats someone had laid out in the yard. Well, it wasn’t quite wrestling. She remembered watching boys wrestle in high school. This didn’t look like that, but they were moving too fast to make out exactly what was happening.

She opened the patio door and walked outside.

“Hey, mom. Mark,” she said. “Um, what’s going on?” She motioned to the men rolling around on the mats.

“Oh, that’s your new brother Jake and his manager Cole. They’re practicing their...what did you say it was, hon?” her mom said as she prodded Mark.

“Grappling. They’re grappling. Jake’s in training for his next fight,” Mark said as he focused on the action.

It jarred a memory of Lisa’s mom telling her that Mark’s son was a fighter or boxer or something. Lisa didn’t know much about fighting. It just seemed crazy to for people to intentionally try to hurt each other.  

Still, she couldn’t help but admire their raw athleticism. She watched the two shirtless men in their violent struggle. Their muscular arms and torsos flexed and rippled with their exertion. Abrasions reddened their naked chests. They were going at it hard, like two lions, grappling for dominance. First one man would be on top, then the other. Sometimes they would wind up with one man between the legs of the other. Lisa found herself breathing hard as she watched the men struggle.

There was no denying it. Watching the two men fight for alpha status was turning her on. They moved so fast she couldn’t make out their facial features. She could see their bodies, though. They both were definitely hot. She couldn’t help imagining the two men fighting over her, or sharing her. She imagined the muscular brutes pinning her down and taking turns using her.

She stopped her thoughts there. One of those men was her new stepbrother. She shouldn’t think that way. She squeezed her thighs together to try to quell the ache between her legs.

One of the men had managed to get on top of the other and had him pinned down.

“Jake, trap that leg. The right leg. Trap it!” Mark yelled.

Lisa watched as the man on the bottom moved his left foot near the right knee of the man on top.

“Good!” Mark yelled. “Now trap his right arm...Good! Now sweep! Sweep!” 

The man on bottom bridged up as he held the right leg and arm of the man on top. He rotated and suddenly they had switched positions. The man on bottom was now on top.

“Good!” Mark yelled. He turned to Lisa. “That’s how you get a man off you. It works even if the man is much bigger. You take two legs off the same side of a table and what happens? It falls over, right?”

Mark glanced at his wristwatch, “Time!” he yelled.

The two grapplers stopped and bumped fists. They both collapsed on the ground. Their muscular chests heaved up and down as they caught their breath. Their skin shined in the sun from a thin sheen of sweat. It gave a slick look to the tattoos that covered their arms and chests.

“Dude, you almost had me,” the taller one said. “Not bad for a fucking manager!”

“Nah, it wasn’t tight, you were working your way out,” the other said.

“Boys, don’t be rude. Come meet Lisa. Jake, she’s your sister now so be nice,” Mark said

“You want me to meat my sister?” the taller one asked with feigned shock.

“You and your meat jokes,” the shorter one said with a laugh. “Dude, that’s gross.”

“Huh?” Mark said, oblivious to the joke. “Just get over here.”

The two men strutted over to Lisa like arrogant and sweaty Greek gods. It was true that they had the kind of physiques that women lusted after, and the good looks to go with them. But why did they have to be so cocky? Their swagger was almost comical. And yet...

“Jake Mata. They call me ‘The Bull,’” the tall, one said as he extended a heavily muscled and tattooed arm. His dark brown hair was mussed and sweaty. He swept it back with a hand revealing a face fit for a model and dark, brown eyes Lisa wanted to swim in. “Good to meet you...sis.” Something about his tone made a mockery of the word. 

Looking at him was like looking at the sun. Against her will, she found her gaze forced to her shoes as she extended her hand to him. He gave it a hard, almost painful squeeze and Lisa winced.

“Put some life into your handshake, sis,” he said with gruff arrogance.

She squeezed a little harder and he nodded his approval. “Better.”

“The...The Bull. Why do they call you that?” Lisa asked. “Is it, like, you charge into people in your fights or something?” 

He and the other man laughed.

“Uh, yeah, not exactly. It’s for...other reasons. Not the kind of thing a sister should care about,” he said with a hearty laugh.  

Lisa blushed.

“Don’t mind him, Lisa,” the other man said. “He’s always that way. I’m Cole, glad you could meet me,” he said with a wink. “I’ve been managing Jake the last couple of years, but he and I go way back.”

 She shook his hand. Eager to avoid another painful squeeze she clamped down on his hand as hard as she could. 

“Hey, watch it there,” he teased, making a big show of being in pain. “You trying to hurt me or something? Jake, get your sister under control!”

Lisa felt trapped. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. She was even more uncomfortable at the proximity of the half naked, sweaty men. She looked at her mom for reassurance.

“Boys, you’re being mean,” she said as she came to Lisa’s rescue. She slapped Jake on the back. “Be nice!”

Lisa wished she had the confidence her mom had around men. She marveled at how effortlessly her mom was able to be physical with these brutish fighters. Lisa could have never touched them like that.

“No, it’s okay, mom. They were just teasing,” she said trying to regain some dignity.

“Well, with a grip like that maybe you would be a good grappler. Let’s roll. I want to see what you’ve got,” Jake said as he walked over to the mats.

“Let’s what?” Lisa asked as it began to dawn on her what he was proposing. 

“Let’s roll!” he said, “Let’s grapple. Come on, don’t be chicken.” He flexed his chest muscles. He was trying to intimidate her...as if she needed any more intimidation.

Lisa was about to protest, but her words stuck in her throat.

“Don’t be stupid, boy!” his dad barked at him. “It’s dinner time. Get cleaned up, we don’t want to smell your sweaty butts at the table.”

Mark and her mom went inside. Lisa was still shell-shocked, trying to process what was happening. 

“Saved by the bell,” Jake said as he gave her a devilish smile. “Next time,” he said. He walked by her so closely that she had to move or he would have run over her. She moved just in time to avoid a collision, but his muscular arm still brushed her breasts. Her nipples tingled and hardened at the contact. She looked up to see Jake looking back at her as he walked away, still smiling.

“Like I said, he’s always that way,” Cole said as he came up behind her. “After you.” He motioned for Lisa to walk first.

Lisa turned and walked inside, following Jake. Too bad he was a world-class douchebag, because he had a world-class ass. As he walked she watched it bounce side to side. The muscles on his broad, tattooed back rippled and flexed.

She couldn’t help thinking about how his arm had just brushed her breasts.  

What’s worse was that she couldn’t help thinking about how much she liked it.

Chapter 2

Choke

“He sounds hot,” Janis said.

“He’s a barbarian,” Lisa said.

“He sounds like a hot barbarian,” Janis said with a laugh.

Lisa grinned. “He kind of was.”

“Ooh, gross, you like your brother!” Janis teased. “Ooh, but that could be kind of hot. Lisa gets fucked by her MMA fighter brother! That sounds like the plot of a porn–”

“Stop calling him my brother, gross, he’s my stepbrother, whatever that means. I hardly even know him. Anyway, it’s not like I’m trying to date him or whatever. And you’re the one that said he sounded hot!”

“You agreed,” Janis said.

Janis had Lisa cornered. She wouldn’t dare admit that she had already had that fantasy.

“Whatever,” Lisa said. “He was so cocky and rude. He gave me tickets to his fight this Saturday as if I would actually go.”

“You have tickets? Oh, we have to do this! I want to see your brother in action. Let’s do it, come on!” Janis said with surprising enthusiasm.

“Really? You want to see grown men beat each other up?”

“Hell yeah,” Lisa said. “I think it’s hot!”

“Yeah, ok, maybe so. If you want to,” Lisa said surprised, but also happy, that Janis was into it. Lisa had wanted to go from the moment Jake had given her the tickets but would have been too afraid to go on her own. Going with Janis was perfect. 

“Awesome. What about tonight? You coming out with us?” Janis asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Lisa said. “I have a ton to do.”

“Like what?” Janis blurted. “The semester is over. You aced your finals. Let’s go out and celebrate! You practically studied the whole semester away anyway. College should be the time of your life and you’ve had your head buried in books since you got here. Isn’t it time you let your hair down a little bit?”