ROMANCE: DBL Coverage (Bad Boy Sports Romance)(Alpha Male Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Womens Fiction Romance) (11 page)

Chapter 8

Nate moved off of her and Farrah lay where she was. Her body was depleted of all energy and even when he started to kiss her neck softly she didn’t move. “You’re so quiet.”

“I never knew it could be like that.”

It sounded quaint to her ears but it was mystifying all the same. Farrah would have started sooner if she had known it would be like that. She looked over into the rest of the room and her clothes made her remember something. Her heart sank and her cheeks turned red. There was no telling how many people had just heard her going on like that.

“What’s wrong Farrah?”

“Nothing. I’m just exhausted.”

He pulled her to his chest, laying her head down as her body curled into his naturally. “Then sleep Farrah. You deserve some sleep.”

Her mind went to the listening device on the floor and the com in her ear. There was no way that she was ever going to live it down. Farrah knew that she had to betray someone and her job was looking less and less important. She had to find a way to keep Nate safe.

As his warmth surrounded her, she decided that it would have to wait till morning. She was asleep in moments, unaware of what was going on just a half a mile from his compound. The troops had rallied and while they slept in each other’s arms, the ATF were planning an early morning raid. Information had come in and they were sure that this time, Nate wouldn’t be able to weasel his way out of it. They were going to take him down once and for all.

***

Farrah was awakened with a sound from inside of her ear. She had forgotten about everything, but now she was reminded of why she was supposed to be there. “Farrah get out of there. You have fifteen minutes before they storm the place. Get out now.”

She sat up and looked down at the tattooed man next to her. If she told him, her career was gone, but after only a second of thinking about leaving, she knew that she had to warn him. Farrah would never be able to work in law enforcement again, but she was learning quickly that it was not her field. She didn’t want to hunt people down and put them in cages. There was no way that she could watch him get arrested, or worse, hurt in a shootout.

“Come here baby. It is getting cold without you.” Before she could stop him, Nate had pulled her ass against his hard length, pressing into her waiting depth. The sudden pleasure and soreness made her gasp his name, forgetting what it was that she was supposed to be doing. He slide in all the way and back out before she got her wits about her.

“Stop Nate. We’ve got to go.”

He pushed back in quickly, taking her breath away. “Your stop means go Farrah.”

Her eyes closed as he started to thrust into her hard and fast like she liked it. “Oh fuck Nate, stop! We’ve got to go.”

“I am not stopping until you come.”

His hands held her still as he rutted into her from the side. Nate could never get enough of her and her pussy was as tight as the first time he had slipped it in. His hand played with her nipples as she came within a minute. He had never met someone that was able to find completion so fast. It stroked his ego and he couldn’t help but fuck her harder.

“Nate the cops are coming!”

She was just barely able to catch her breath when he ripped out of her and then drilled back in before he looked down at her with those searing eyes. He was still inside of her deep, throbbing, taking away all other thoughts. “What do you mean?”

“Please Nate. The cops are going to be here in ten minutes, ATF raid. We have to get out of here.”

“How do you know this?”

His cock didn’t move anymore and so help her she still wanted him to take her. The hell with the consequences, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t let him get arrested if she could stop it. He yanked out of her and covered her body with his own. Pinning her, as he waited for her answer, Farrah found it hard to meet his gaze.

Farrah looked down at the cock resting on her stomach and then back up into his eyes. She didn’t want to see the moment when he realized that she had betrayed him. When he realized that everything they had wasn’t real. It was though, but he wouldn’t believe it.

“I love you Nate. Please let’s go. I don’t want you to get hurt or go to jail.”

“You’re a cop?”

She nodded her head, already seeing the rage in his eyes because of it. The look that she had dreaded was there. She was going to lose him, her job, everything.

“I love you Nate. I didn’t know you when I took this job. Please believe me. Everything changed when kissed and then last night…”

He sat back and got up suddenly. “I love you too Farrah. This is going to make telling you about what I do and getting you to agree to live a life of crime with me a little more straightforward. If you want to be with me, we leave now. If you don’t love me, stay and keep your job.”

Her eyes were misty and she moved towards him. That she even had a choice was enough for her. “I want to be with you Nate. I’ve waited a long time for you.”

It felt like she had waited forever for a man to be her own and now that she had him, the last thing she wanted to do was lose him.

They started to get dressed and Farrah bent over to pick up her shirt. He tried to hand her the bra on the ground. “Leave it there.”

He looked at her a little strange, but didn’t argue with her. Nate supposed that they would have to have every conversation over. He hated that she lied, but if they got out of this, he knew he could forgive her.

Farrah didn’t have the noise in her ears anymore, but there was still the device in the bra. She put her finger to her lips and after he pulled a few things out of a safe and made a call, the two of them took off to his garage. She thought they were stuck with no way out, but Nate always seemed to have a plan.

There was a secondary entrance way that started from underground and took them out almost a mile from the house. Farrah just buckled up and said a prayer. She knew that no one would understand what she had done, choosing a man like Nate over everything else. Farrah would never be able to live a normal life again. Everything sunk in and she looked over at him, trying to assure herself that she had made the right decision.

“It’s going to be okay love.” His smile set her mind at ease and she tried to return the gesture. No matter what happened, Farrah didn’t think she could regret the choice she was making in that moment.

A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Sports Romance

By: Carly White

Chapter 1: Denise

“Come here baby.”

I felt a hand grab my butt and I turned around. Antony Frost had his hot hand on my ass. He was one of the fighters that had just fought in the octagon. I was just there to congratulate my uncle that had just had his last fight of his career.

“Hands off. I am not one of the groupies.”

His dark eyes twinkled, but he removed the offensive touch and let me walk away. “You could be.”

I looked back and shrugged. “Looks like you have enough.”

There were girls lined up to see the two stepbrothers. Since coming to the MMA scene the year before, Antony and Mike Frost had made a name for themselves. The women loved them for their ripped abs and tattooed biceps. I had been around those types of men my whole life and while they were impressive, I wasn’t that impressed.

Uncle Ray moved out of the changing room and I gave him a big hug. He had a few girls following him too like a fly to honey, but I ignored them. “You looked good tonight. Are you okay?”

I knew that it would be hard for him to give up the spotlight, but his body was not made for the abuse anymore. He had sadness in his look, but he covered it quickly with a smile. I knew that he would miss it, but I hoped that his charity work would keep him busy. He had teamed up with several charities to be their spokesperson now that he had no contracts with the MMA. Ray was going to miss the action, but he had earned a break from it.

“So did you want to get something to eat? How long are you in town for?”

“Of course, I am always hungry. I’m here for a week, but I was hoping to check out some internships while I was here.”

He shook his head. “I just can’t believe that you would want to get into this business.”

It wasn’t the first time I had heard that. Ray didn’t understand why I loved entertainment so much. I had spent my childhood watching him as a wrestler and then as a MMA fighter. I used to cherish the tension and the way the audience held their breath in each fight. I wanted to make people feel the same way and having him as my uncle, opened doors in the sports entertainment region and I would be a fool not to take advantage of it.

“You know I have always loved it. Besides, I won’t be the one flinging myself around. Behind the camera producing it is much better.”

“Fine, but I don’t like you around all these guys anymore.”

I had to giggle. He was just like my father, always looking out for me, whether I liked it or not. “You used to love bringing me here before.”

“That’s before you grew up. Back then, you would recite stats like you knew them by heart. It was cute. Now…”

“It’s not that bad. Just a few gropes today.”

His eyes narrowed and I wished I hadn’t said anything. “Who?”

I was tempted to rat out the man, but I didn’t want things to get ugly. “No one Ray, calm down. Let’s go get something to eat.”

***

When we got to his favorite restaurant, there were several fighters there from the fight. I wanted a nice, quiet meal, but I soon found myself at a huge table with the guys I had watched fight in the octagon earlier in the evening. Antony and Mike were there and I caught them looking at me, Antony saying something in his stepbrother’s ear. It became clear that they didn’t know who I was by the way they kept looking at Ray.

Going to the bathroom, when I came back out, Antony was standing there. His dark eyes looked down at me as if I were a meal.

“When you said you weren’t a groupie; I didn’t realize that you meant not one of mine. How does an old guy like Ray get a hot chick like you to chase after him?”

This guy was insufferable and I tried to walk away before he grabbed my arm to stop me. “Get your hands off of me. I thought we went through this before?”

“Just tell me why him?”

“Uncle Ray invited me here for his last big match. Why him, because he is my dad’s brother. Now get your hands off of me.”

He did, almost immediately and I could see regret in his eyes. My uncle may have been older, but there was no way that anyone wanted to mess with him. He was known for being mean and protecting his family was one of his great causes. He had gone to jail several times for fighting with people that messed with his wife. He would do no less for me and I knew that.

“Sorry I didn’t know that you were his niece. Why didn’t I ever know about you?”

“I can think of a few reasons. Now if you are done, I need to go.”

He let me walk away, but I could feel the burn in the back of me from his gaze. I looked back once and he had a look of surprise on his face. I didn’t know if it was because of who I was or that I had turned him down. I doubted that many people told him no.

When we got back to the table, Ray was looking passed me towards Antony. “He didn’t bother you, did he?”

I shook my head that he hadn’t. I didn’t much care for his style, but Antony was too pretty to fight Ray. I was sure that he would ruin his pretty boy face.

“No, he seems pretty harmless.”

Ray laughed. “I’ve never heard anyone describe him as harmless. Just be careful around these guys, you are too pretty for your own good. You don’t know what they would do to you if they got ahold of a good girl like you.”

I nodded like I understood, but there was a hint of a smile on my face. It wasn’t the first time I had been called a good girl.

Chapter 2: Denise

I had an interview the next day for the production crew that produces most of the west coast MMA fights. I knew it was a long shot, but even an internship would be a step in the right direction. My parents weren’t too keen on me going into that line of work, neither was my uncle, but it was what I wanted to do. I wanted to make great television, great entertainment. So to say that I was nervous about the interview was an understatement.

I had done my homework and I knew that the man doing the hiring had a thing for younger women. I used that to my advantage, making sure that I wore something tight and short. It was a low blow, but I knew that men couldn’t think when there were tatas on display.

Finishing up my makeup, I made my way down to Cross Productions. It was located in the same building as one of the larger MMA sites and I ran into a couple of familiar faces while I was there. I nodded towards Antony and he gave me one of those disarming looks. Ignoring him, I moved into Wesley’s office after I talked to his assistant. “He’s on the phone, but he will be with you in just a moment Miss. Lace.”

Thanking her, I waited in the small chair that faced him while he spoke quietly into the phone. I crossed my legs and looked at some of the awards and degrees on his wall. He had more than most people and I took it as vanity. The way he looked at my legs, told me all I needed to know about him.

Finally he hung up and gave me and my legs, his full attention. “Denise Lace, right?”

I stood up, leaning over slightly and shaking his hand. I knew where his eyes went next and I had to thank the pushup bra that had been stupefying men for years. “It is so nice to meet you Sir. I have always loved the sport and you make it so entertaining.”

He nodded his head like he was used to hearing compliments. I waited for him to say something else, but he was lost in his lustful look. I started to think that maybe I had went too far with the shirt because he had lost all train of thought it looked like.

“So what makes you qualified for this internship?”

Wesley had my resume in front of him, the answers were right there, but it looked like he was wanting something else than what was on the paper. “I’ve been a fan for a long time Sir.”

“A fan? We have plenty of those, what makes you the right one for the job?”

It irked me, the way he said it. Like me going to a good school and graduating top of my class wasn’t enough. He was going to make me use the one upper hand that I had. The one I said I wouldn’t use, but I had a feeling he already knew anyways. “I am not just a fan Sir, but my family has been in the business for a couple of decades, so I have watched hundreds of matches, as well as knowing most of your current fighters. This will give me a rapport with them that you will find hard in another candidate.”

“There are no other candidates. I think everyone here knows who you are. You are Ray’s niece, right?”

I nodded my head, inwardly groaning at how he was acting. Of course he knew. I just hoped that he knew that the very fact that Ray was my uncle would make me off limits to him. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat and I can’t say that I liked it. If I got the job, which didn’t actually even pay, I would not be staying around him much. Wesley was a dangerous man, I came to realize in the interview. Maybe I didn’t want to work for a man like that.

“So if there is no one else, am I to assume that I have it?”

“Yes Denise. I can’t think of anyone that is more qualified for the job. We are a family here and you are already family.”

I stood up and shook the offered hand. There was a moment where his fingers played with the inside of my palm, but I ignored it. If he got too randy, it wasn’t like I didn’t know plenty of people to get him to calm down. He gave me a schedule for the next week and I told him I would see him in the morning.

Walking out, I felt giddy. It was the job that I had focused on for a long time and I couldn’t believe that I had gotten it. All I had ever wanted to do was make good entertainment. Seeing all the men shirtless and in their prime, was just a bonus.

I stopped to watch a couple guys that were sparring with each other. One of them was Mike and like his stepbrother, he was looking pretty good in the ring. The two both held titles, Mike in a heavier weight class. He was huge and was nicknamed the Beast for a reason. Watching him fight, it was hard to tell that he was almost 200 pounds. It was all muscle though and watching him work out was hypnotic at best.

“So I see you aren’t here with your uncle today.”

I looked over and it was Antony. “No not today. His big hooray was yesterday.”

“So are you here to see me?”

I shook my head that I wasn’t. “I was here for an interview. You should tell your brother to cover his face better. Wouldn’t want someone to mess up his pretty smile.”

“So you like my brother huh?”

“He is good in the ring. I am sure he will do well for his next title match. You have one coming up too, don’t you?”

“I do. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Which was?”

“Do you like my brother?”

I shook my head. “I like him, he is a good fighter.”

“And me?”

“You are good as well.”

He moved closer to me and I took a step back. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Well it is what I meant. I work here now, so my thoughts on the two of you will always be strictly business.”

“Then why are you shaking?”

I tried to stop, but it was hard not to around him. It wasn’t fear that drove me, but something else. Didn’t he know how he affected women? I smiled back up at him and moved away. “It’s a bit chilly in here. I guess you guys don’t realize it because you are moving around so much.”

“You want to spar, get you all nice and warm?”

I looked down at the heels and skirt. “No, but thank you for the offer Antony. Good luck at your match tonight.”

I walked away before I could get roped into anymore verbal sparring with him. I looked back once, I couldn’t help it and I wish I hadn’t. He had a smile that was both charming and disarming, but a little smug that made me nervous. Guys like him were the ones to stay away from.