BWWM: BEFORE I WAKE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Book Collection (African American Interracial Series) (364 page)

The cameras landed on Aaron’s face, who for the first time ever, stood dumfounded and speechless. We all were.

“I’ve learned that... there are more important things in life than the fight.” He gave me a smile and I felt like my heart was somehow whole again.

***

The next evening, after a big celebration the night before, I was told to dress for the beach by Caroline. The beach? What beach? I was blindfolded by my own daughter and put into a limousine.

We drove for about twenty minutes and my mind scrambled to think of beaches near New York. Oh maybe Long Island? What was going on?

I was taken out of the car and led only by Nala’s small hand as Caroline directed her nearby. I felt my feet sinking into sand and before long Caroline pulled off the blindfold. I blinked twice before my eyes adjusted on Jackson standing in the middle of the sand.

The breeze off the Long Island Sound whipped his white swim trunks and blue V-neck gently in the wind. He looked divine. His hands were in his pockets and the sky sprawled in blue and white streaks behind him. The look in his eyes was gentle and my heart lifted with warmth.

“I thought you might like to go sailing.” His voice rolled through me, dark and rich. I felt my nipples peak in anticipation.

“Sure, but what was the blindfold about?”

“It’s a day of mystery,” he said, striding towards me and placing a peck to my cheek. He smelled so good.  

“Now tell Nala you’ll see her later. I hear she has an event at the Bronx Zoo with some old folks.”

“Hey! Who are you calling old? You might be the champ but I can still kick your behind!” Caroline said from behind me.

He grinned and gave her a wink. “I’m not afraid of you, Mom.”

I glanced back at her. “Oh yes he is.”

He nodded reluctantly. “Okay I am.” He kissed her cheek and thanked her and Roger again as I said bye to Nala. Then he took me by the hand and led me to a boat slip where a beautiful sailboat awaited us.

“You know how to sail?” I asked him as we stepped aboard.

“You don’t?” he said with a chuckle. “Yes baby, I know how.”

The color of his shirt made his eyes pop against the water. “So where did you get the boat?”

“It belongs to Johnny. I borrowed it for the day. If you like it, maybe we can get one of our own.” I liked the way he sai
d
our
.

He stepped in close to me and pulled me into his chest. I loved how well I fight there. “I have to get us out on the water. As soon as we do, I’m taking that sexy outfit off of you…and then we’re going to rock the boat.”

I had no complaints. I was ready to strip it all off myself and take him right there. I perched myself on the comfortable white leather seats instead and he poured me a glass of wine. I watched with rapt attention as he got the yacht going and moved us out of the harbor into the open water. He raised the sails then and damn if his biceps didn’t flex nicely in the sun.

When he had us out in the open water with the sails raised, he came over and took a seat next to me. I sat the wine glass down and climbed up in his lap facing him.

We kissed a long, sweet, hot kiss. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths like it was the first time. I worked gently around his bruises before running my tongue along his full lips. It was the first thing I ever wanted to do to him…I never wanted to stop.

His rough hands were exploring underneath my tank top and already pulling at the strings of my bikini. He wasn’t kidding about stripping me down. He flicked his tongue to the corner of my mouth as he untied my top and let it fall out underneath the tank. He moaned as he darted in and out of my mouth, thumbing across my nipples, teasing me. I dropped my hand down between us and felt his hard erection through his trunks. I ran my fingers along its thick length and felt myself gush with moisture.

He moved his own hand down and ran it along my thigh underneath my sarong. He let his finger slide slowly underneath the panty of my bikini. I shuddered as I felt him slide his finger along the inner part of my thigh and then I grabbed his hand and moved it.

“Where are you going?” He asked huskily as I stood up off of his lap.

I pulled up my top and tossed it aside. He reached to touch me and I stepped back. I could see the bulge in his shorts growing. As I unhooked the sarong and let it fall, his hand dropped to his lap. He rubbed along the length of his own hardness as he watched me with darkened eyes. It was so hot.

I slowly removed my bikini bottoms and he moaned. He reached for me again and I didn’t try to move. He put his big hands on my waist and pulled me in roughly. He sucked a breast into his mouth and began to manhandle the other one. His tongue is so hot and my nipples are so hard. I let him play for a few minutes, making sure they both got their fair share and then I stepped back again. He groaned. I smiled.

Feeling bold, I walked over to the edge of the boat. I gave a subtle glance to make sure we were still alone and then I grabbed hold of the side and bent all the way over with my legs slightly spread open. I could see him through the silver railings - he stood up, ripping his own clothes off frantically with a grunt.

His heavy balls swung as he stroke towards me but instead of entering me, he dropped to his knees. Suddenly his face was between my legs and his fat tongue licked along my wet pussy. The motion of the water rocked me back and forth across his face and as he licked and sucked on my swollen clit, he reached up and grabbed one of my breasts and began massaging it. He used his mouth to pleasure me until I was on the brink.

and then he stood up and said, “Stand up baby.” I stood, barely able to support myself on my shaking legs and still gripping the side. I started to turn and face him but instead he pulled me back against him so my back was pressing against his chest and his hard cock was pressing into my ass cheeks.

He started caressing me all over with his big hands. He ran them across my hips and over my belly…up across my breasts and shoulders and arms. The water was serene and the quiet rocking only added to the eroticism of it. I had my head back and my eyes closed. His hands were suddenly on my thighs and then resting against my mound. I reached back and tried to touch him but he wouldn’t let me.

Instead he took my hand and put it over one of my breasts. He covered the other one with his hand and moved us to  caress and massage my center. He began to pinch and pull and twirl. I let him lead both of my hands as he sucked at my earlobe and licked his way across my neck.

He slid a thick finger inside me, tantalizing me with pleasure. He let it slowly slide into my hot, wet tunnel and then back out, grazing lightly across my swollen clit. He dropped the hand at my breast and moved his hand to my face, slipping his index finger into my mouth as his thumb brushed my chin.

His voice was thick and harsh in my ear. “Suck.”

I sucked on his finger hard, delirious with need and lust. His finger in my mouth, his finger in my pussy... It was incredible stimulation and I was already on the edge of climaxing.

Without warning, he slid out all of his fingers and dropped to his knees again. I moaned and shook against the railing. I looked down to see his face, upturned under me as he cupped my ass from behind and lifted me to sit on his shoulders, straddling his face where he knelt. I tightened my grip on the railing as he clasped his mouth to me securely around his shoulders
.
God, he was strong.

I felt him moan with desire as he licked me wildly, now moving his fingers in and out of me at a rapid pace.

“You taste so sweet my love,” he murmured deeply as his tongue attacked my clit. I felt him pull his fingers out slowly and replace those with his tongue. He flicked and probed and I was moaning loudly as I rolled my hips to the sway of the boat. He took what he wanted from me without hesitation.

I felt the build-up of my orgasm and just as I said, “Oh God…” I felt the tension release as the orgasm washed over me like one of the waves on the ocean. “Oh my God! Jack!” I was panting and dizzy with need as he lowered me back to my feet.  “Fuck me, Jack! I need you!”

He slid back and flipped me around to face him before he carried me back to the leather seats. He sat down and I climbed up in his lap again, raising myself up over his cock. His eyes blazed as he fisted his cock and held himself in place as I slid down on it.

I grabbed hold of the seat behind him and only took him in about two inches and then pulled myself back up. Then I slid down again, just a little lower. His face twisted in impatience, his jaw flexing.

“You’re teasing me Amara. Not smart…”

He slapped my ass hard and suddenly lifted his butt off the seat and brought himself up into me with jolt. I yelled at how full he felt and wrapped my arms around him tightly. I began to ride him as he used his hands to guide me up and down, squeezing my ass with each stroke.

“Ugh.. yes… it’s yours… Take it, take it.” His voice rumbled through me as our lips crashed over each other.

I was teetering on the edge and suddenly I was exploding around him. I kept riding him hard and fast as I came. My body was shaking violently and my pussy gripped him like a vice. I leaned back so I could see his face. His blue eyes were intense and filled with lust as he felt me come. He leaned in and kissed me hard and I rose to let his hard cock fall out of me. Jack looked puzzled until I dropped down to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth.

He leaned back into the seat and spread his powerful legs wider, letting out a long moan as I ran my tongue along his shaft. “Oh baby, oh fuck!” I love how he feels against my tongue. I love to feel him throb in my mouth and know how good I am making him feel. I slide my hands up his waist and across his ripped abs and pecks. He felt so hard and masculine.

His head fell back as he began moving his hips, letting his cock slide in and out between my lips, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. His breaths were shortening and I reached up and took him in my hand as I licked and sucked and swirled my tongue around his head each time.

Just as I felt him stiffen up all over he pulled me up to my feet. Standing, he spun me around facing towards the water again and entered my pussy from behind with a hard tug against my hips. We both cried out as he began to thrust and pound into me. He gave me what I wanted, hard and fast and furious.

Within minutes I was screaming out with another orgasm and I felt him suddenly begin to shake all over just before he released into me. He held me for a few minutes after, gently rocking into me back and forth. When he was ready, he took a small step back and his cock slid out, slick with our juices. He sat back the seat and pulled me back cradling me in his lap. I reached up and put my hand on his face.

“Still a champ.”

He grinned and kissed my temple.  “That’
s
no
t
the only title I need though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Baby there’s another title I have to have.” Suddenly the muscles in my stomach clenched. He looked so serious.

“Jackson… You promised...”

“I promised no fighting…. I never promised that I wouldn’t want a new title….two, actually. Don’t you want to hear what they are?” He absently stroked my bare thigh.

“I suppose…” I was doing my best to keep an open mind. I watched as he reached over and  slid open a little compartment on the seat and pulled something out. He had it hidden in his big hand and he looked into my eyes.

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes…”

“And Nala?”

“Yes…”

“Well,” he said, opening his hand to show a box with a gorgeous antique silver ring with a solitary diamond on top. My breath stopped.

“I was wondering if I had fought hard enough to win the title of your husband and Nala’s stepfather.”

              My heart was racing in my chest as I threw my arms around him. “Absolutely! You are still the champ in both of our eyes and you always will be. Yes! Yes! Yes! I love you.”

THE END

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The Rebel

A Caged Heart Sports Series

Copyright © 2016 All rights reserved.

STELLA

              “Hey Marty did you see the tits on that broad at the MGM last night?”

              I winced as the words came out of my brother Wayne’s mouth. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He has so much going for him…or maybe I should say “had.” He’s been in Vegas too long I think. Sin city is getting to him. He used to be so serious about his training and now he spends his nights partying. He then drags his ass in here the next day and wants to play around instead of getting down to business. I’m getting so tired of it all.

I looked at Marty who was in the cage sparring with him. Marty quickly glanced towards me, his brows furrowing. At leas
t
h
e
trying to be serious. Wayne noticed how Marty dodged me and smirked in my direction. Apparently he didn’t give a shit.

              “Dude I’m telling you! I touched them, they were real!”

              I snapped. “Jesus Wayne! Can you save the porn talk for the locker room and do what the hell you’re supposed to be doing? You look like shit in there.”

              Wayne rolled his eyes at me. “Here we go with the feminist crap. I knew you’d crack eventually sis.”

              “Feminist crap? It has nothing to do with that. I don’t care if you want to talk about tits and ass until you’re blue in the face. Just don’t waste my time while you’re doing it. And Marty’s,” I added. “He’s here to train. He wants to win, unlike you. Isn’t that right, Marty?”

              “Yeah Stella, of course.” Marty smiled.

Wayne threw a real punch while Marty was distracted by my question and knocked him down to the mat. He scowled down at him.

“Oh sorry bout that.  Just wanted to get my sister off your balls.”

              My pulse spiked. This was getting out of control. “Jesus Wayne stop being such a dick! You could be such a great fighter…”

He pulled off his headgear then and spit out his mouthguard. I’d touched a nerve. Good. Maybe it will make him want to get serious.

              He strode to the edge of the cage, his dark skin glistening with sweat. My brother had always been menacing to his opponents but we’d always had an understanding between us. As one of his lead trainers he had always respected me. Now it was a different story. His ego had gotten completely out of control since the division nicknamed him The Iron Giant. Maybe that head of his reall
y
wa
s
made of metal.

“Are you saying I’m not a good fighter?” His eyes were hard.

              “No. I’m saying that you could be so much better if you’d stop partying all night and sleeping half the day away. You used to be at the gym at six come hell or high water. Our sessions are getting shorter every day.”

A vein in his forehead bulged. This was definitely going to send him over the edge but I had to say it. I sighed heavily.

“Look Wayne, after what happened in New York you could take the heavyweight now if you were willing to work for it.”

              He rolled his eyes. “I know that you think you’re one of the best in the biz, but you’re too damn serious for me. I want to live my life, Stella! It’s not all about work. Maybe you should try it one of these days. Take the stick outta your ass and have a little fun.”

              I ignored his comment. It’s my job to be hard on him. That’s what he’s supposed to pay me for. I’m lucky lately if I get six percent of his winnings. The money he does win all goes to the new toy or party.

“You think the other fighters are just going to let you stroll up there and take the belt? Everyone is hustling to rank better so they can take you on now Wayne! We’ve got to move! Work first, play later…”

              “You don’t think I know that they’re coming for me! Let em come!” He laughed and pumped his fights to the sky like a maniac. He turned back to me with a look of disgust.

“In the meantime I’m gonna let my hair down. Just because you have no fucking clue how to have fun it doesn’t give you the right to tell me what the fuck to do. Maybe Las Vegas is the wrong place for you. Maybe you should go back home. You fit in better there.”

              I was suddenly speechless. Was… was he firing me? I’d been his trainer and support since before he started fighting. Long ago I could have gone pro but once I’d started coaching I never looked back. There was something so exhilarating about seeing an athlete accomplish things they didn’t know they could do.

I’d already dedicated seven years to this sport - studying and traveling and learning everything I could about human performance. Gyms and centers all over the world had called when I started publishing. But instead I’d stayed by my brother’s side, dreaming of the day we’d have our first title. How fucking dare he?

“Maybe
I
shoul
d
go home and let you find out that no other trainer is going to put up with the kind of shit that your sister does.”

              He shrugged. “Trainers are a dime a dozen,” he said casually.

I didn’t think it would hurt as badly as it did. But it felt like I’d taken a bullet. I’m his sister. The arrogant ass has no clue how fucking lucky he is to have me.

Marty shuffled uncomfortably. Thank God no one else was around the gym to see this embarrassment. I took several deep breaths and met his eyes. They were dark and bloodshot. And it broke my heart.

              “Good luck Wayne.” I could hear him talking but his words jumbled around the pain in my chest.

I turned to get my gear. I would go back to LA and I’d find a fighter who would listen to what I had to say, who valued what I had to give. Who wanted a belt as badly as I did.

One of these days when I have my own training facility and the fighters are seeking me out, Wayne “The Iron Giant” Simmons would regret the day he let me leave. One day.

***

I flew west the next day, devastated but determined not to ask my brother for a damned thing. I wasn’t sure yet what I was going to do. My dream of having my own gym was fading further away by the day instead of closer. I needed to get to work right away.

I scrolled through the contacts in my phone on the plane, trying to come up with a plan
.
Sandy…. Santos
…
I stopped.

Santos is an amazing trainer, one of the most respected in the division. He trains at his place in Venice called The Bayside Brawlers. Wayne and I have gone up against him and his fighters in the past. He’s a scary looking dude but he’s so professional. I wonder if he needed any help? Sure he was a rival but hard times and all...

When the plane landed I called Santos first thing. He answered on the first ring and sounded out of breath. “Santos!”

“Hi Santos, this is uh Stella. Stella Simmons…”

A long pause.

“Wayne’s trainer?”

“Yes sir, that’s me.”

“The Iron Giant looking for an expedition match or something?”

“Um…actually no. This is about me. I’m uh, looking for a job.”

“A job? Like a training job?”

“Yep. That’s what I do best.”

Another long (infuriating) pause.

“I didn’t know Wayne had retired?”

“He uhm didn’t...” I realized I hadn’t thought of any excuses should this come up. But Santos wasn’t the kind of guy to bullshit anyway.

“Why aren’t training your brother?”

“He and I had... too many differences of opinion,” I told him. This is embarrassing.

“It can be harder to work with family than anyone, so I understand. I tell you what… I have some time around nine in the morning. Could you come by the office?”

I smiled. “Absolutely.”

“Come dressed to coach. We’ll see what you’ve got.”

Finally a ray of hope!

***

              I showed up fifteen minutes early to the gym. I’d been there once before. It looked like Santos had added several sparring cages and boxing rings since then. It’s a really nice, spacious place with all the newest equipment and gear. I gawked in awe as I took in the tall ceilings and posters. Classic black and whites of some the heavyweights. It’s the kind of place I’d love to have some day.

There was a girl working the main counter who took me back to his back office. The entire center buzzed with activity and the familiar smell of leather and sweat reached me as we passed through a group of fighters listening to a trainer. A tall male coach gave instructions as he demonstrated a hold on his elbow. A weird place for a girl like me but I loved it.

One side of the office looked out over the gym so while I waited I sat and scanned the rest of the facility. Some men were scattered throughout jumping rope or drumming on the bag. Everyone looked serious and determined…a refreshing change of pace from my usual.

In the nearest ring a tall male fighter in all black unleashed a fury of punches on the hand pads of his partner. He adjusted his headgear and bounced back to brace himself
.
Needs more weight in that back foot.

He repeated a pattern on the pads before shifting and circling around. I caught a glimpse of his face
.
Wow. Handsome.

As if he heard me, his eyes glanced towards me. I blinked and the corner of his lips turned up as his eyes smiled
.
Holy. Shit.

              “STELLA!” Santos jolted me from my moment as his door slammed. I quickly turned in my seat and stood to face him. Suddenly the room was a lot smaller. He’s a huge guy…he’s always reminded me of a professional wrestler with his long strings of dark hair and colorful tattoo sleeves. He looks mean with his Fu Manchu mustache and beard and his beady eyes. There were tons of rumors about him but he always seemed to laugh them off, neither confirming nor denying anything you asked him.

              “Hey Santos! It’s good to see you.” I shook off the gaze from the mystery fighter and held out my hand. He bypassed it and gave me a hug. It was nice. It made me feel welcome.

              “Have a seat. Been a long time. I’m sorry that you and your brother are not seeing eye to eye. Wayne’s a great fighter.” Sincerity shone in his eyes.

              “He is,” I agreed.

              He clapped his palms together as he sat in the ragged leather sofa across from me. “So! What’s the deal with him?”

“I’m afraid the culture in Vegas is maybe too much for him. He’s not sticking to his diet and he’s just not training as hard as I’d like to see him train. I honestly think he’d have a real shot at the title if he could get serious about it.”

              “I’ve got one or two like that. I’ve learned not to take it personal. Everyone gives what they’re willing to give and that’s as much as I’m going to get out of them. If they don’t give what I expect of them, then I’m not willing to waste my time though.”

              It was nice to hear that he and I were of the same mindset there. “I feel the same way. You can see the talent, but if the motivations not there, there is only so much you can do with that.”

              He nodded. “I have a rookie right now who’s really going places. He’s a great fighter who hasn’t had the easiest life. Instead of feeling sorry for himself though, he’s turned that into the drive he needs to make it here. He likes to goof off and joke around, innocent stuff, but he knows when to be serious too. I’ve been thinking of having you work with him.”

              I couldn’t believe it. Was he offering me a job already? “Wow that sounds awesome. Did you want me to do an application or…”

              Santos laughed with a wave of his hand. “I don’t need any paperwork from you except your basics so I can get you on payroll. You want to work with me, you can start right now.”

              I felt like I was going to fall out of my chair. I was giddy with excitement. I hadn’t expected to be so lucky. “Santos that’s…I don’t even know what to say! Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

              “I know you won’t. There’s Aaron now…” I followed his eyes to the ring nearest to the window. My mouth instantly went dry as I realized he was looking at the fighter with the dark hair and killer smile. He had his head thrown back in a dazzling grin as he joked to his partner, jabbing near the guy’s crotch.

              “That… That’s Aaron?”

              “That’s him, fucking laughing as usual. They call him ‘the baby faced killer’ so don’t let that pretty mug fool you. Let’s go introduce you and start warming him up.” He rose with a heavy breath.

              I nodded and followed him out. I felt unnerved all of a sudden. I’m used to all kinds of fighter and some were even handsome but none of them had caught my eye. This guy though...

              “Baby face!” Santos hollered at him as we approached.

Aaron turned and strode towards us as he pulled off his headgear. His wet hair spiked in different directions adding to his boyish charm. Strength and masculine grace rippled off of him as our eyes met. His brown eyes perused my whole body as he rested his thick forearms on the ropes. I watched him smile again. My stomach did things I’ve never felt it do before. I’m not sure how I did it, but I forced a smile of my own.