FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (19 page)

Cameron could feel his heart expanding and contracting, but he couldn’t be sure any blood was still moving.

No one could move him if he didn’t want to be moved and in the space of a few seconds, Larry stumbled to his feet and Asher moved on his own unsteady legs between them.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Asher looked up at the one person in his life he knew would always tell him the truth.

Cameron could smell Larry’s stink, even over the sickening antiseptic hospital air.

“Cam, please, let’s go.” Her voice shook one nerve in his head and instead of snapping Larry’s skinny neck, he took one slow step back, his eyes never leaving the watery challenge in father’s eyes.

Cameron pointed his finger, digging it into Larry’s chest as he sucked on his teeth trying in desperation to not end his fucking useless life right there under the bright lights.

Her soft scent and the recent memory of her flavor were still on his tongue and it did a quick override on his brain, snapping Cameron back from the edge.

“I’ll see you later bro.” Cameron moved his eyes to connect with Asher.

“Man, what the hell? What did that mean? About mom? Jesus…”

“Nothing. Just bullshit talk, get back in bed. I gotta go. Vic will come back and drive you home and sit with you until I get there. Got it?”

“Shit, this is fucked up.” Asher shook his head while he tried to hold his hospital gown together in back.

“Ash, look at me.
Got it?
” Cameron was done.

“Yeah, got it.”

Victoria’s fingers pushed into Cameron’s back guiding him out of the curtain. They left the two other men with the same blood running in their veins staggering and slumped in the pale blue light of the hospital.

23

Cameron focused on his breath, trying not to become utterly lost in the labyrinth of emotions that were tightening his jaw and clenching his fingers.

“Get in.”

Victoria seemed to hear the silence as an order for exactly that because she met his steps down the linoleum halls and into the cool, damp of the underground garage without uttering a noise.

Cameron took two laps around the jaguar green and chrome cocoon where he placed her. Breathing in the stale, chilled air; lungs burning as if he had just run a marathon at a 5K pace.

“Fuck, get a grip man.”
He could hear his words echo softly off the steel beams that held the concrete floor above his head as he let out a long, low exhale.

There was only one thing he needed right now, and she was sitting in the car with her hands folded and her eyes wide wondering what exactly had just happened up there.

But, as much as he needed her to wrap that soft, sweet heat around his pounding cock, he needed more to hear from her own mouth just exactly what Asher meant when he said he had dipped his toe into the forbidden water.

“Are you okay?” Victoria’s voice still had the same effect on him, driving a piston of blood down into his pants and thumping his heart.

“I don’t know.” He turned his ice blue eyes and tried not to completely lose his shit thinking there was something to what Asher had told him.

Cameron’s fingers turned white as they clutched the leather wrapped circle of the steering wheel. His heart beat so hard he was having a hard time taking a deep breath. He thumped his head on the wheel trying to get his mind straight.

“Don’t fuck with me, Vic, okay? I’m gonna ask you one fucking time, and I want a clear, concise answer first time. No bullshit or I’m going to fucking come undone.”

“Jesus, what?”

“Asher.” His brow drew together, his voice severe without warmth and he saw her draw back, her hands pressing into her sides.

“What about him? Cameron, please, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong with Asher? Did the doctor say something?”

Her voice sounded like a bird flapping its wings flying from some unseen danger.

“No.
You and Asher
. Tell me — he said something to you. About you and him —
JESUS, fuck
—” Cameron brought his hands down, slamming into the dashboard shaking the entire interior of the car with the force.

“Ahhh!” she yelped, her hands flew to cover her ears and she shut her eyes.

Cameron growled and threw his head back, trying to catch his breath.

“You and Asher. Is there something there? Jesus, Vic, answer me right fucking now because I am coming fucking apart.”

“
NO
, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play babe in-the-woods with me.
HE
told me. He said he — talked to you about you two. What if—”

“God, no! He asked me a few weeks ago, something about if we were never ‘step’ brother and sister…it was just a funny question he asked. It wasn’t anything serious. God, what are you so upset about? Why did that even come up? I hardly even remember it.”

“Because, Vic. He told me — is wasn’t just a funny conversation to him. He was testing the water. Just tell me if there is anything there, I’m losing my fucking mind right now. Asher wants you, Vic — FUCK!!!”

She screamed and covered her ears as Cameron shook the car from inside hammering into the steering wheel.

“Why fucking now? Why does he tell me this now? TODAY? This is a fucking nightmare.”

“Cam, it’s nothing. It wasn’t serious, I’m telling you, he was just making some kind of joke about step-brothers and step-sisters and how they secretly want each other or something. It wasn’t about us in particular.”

“That’s not what
he
thinks. It’s very fucking much about you and him.”

“Cam—” She laid those fingers on the bulging veins in the back of his hand and it felt like a damn cattle prod. “I’m telling you; it was nothing. Me, I’m right here.
Listen to me.
”

I don’t think she understands what it means to be owned. I own her now, and shit like this is not going to fly. She’s going to end up ass up over my knee right here in the damn car. Her pussy branded me and imma chase down any fucker that tries to take what’s mine, blood or no fucking blood.

She wrapped her fingers under his palm, wrenched it from the wheel and brought his hand to her chest.

Cameron flinched, she pushed his palm flat, and he felt the thump of her heart like a drum beating from the inside.

“Can’t you feel that? You’re doing that to me. And, it’s not just because of what happened up there, or that you’re mad. It’s you, I can feel you inside me right now. The way you moved, the way you said my name, the way you felt — You, no one else.
You
.”

“God damn it, Vic — ”

Holy fuck, talk about poking the damn bear. She really doesn’t understand just what a crazy fuck I am. She talks like that, and my damn short fuse is lit.

Cameron was on her lips before she got the next word out. He summoned every ounce of restraint as he opened her mouth and let her find his tongue on her own. That was what he needed to feel, for her to seek him out, to show him she felt even a fraction of what he felt for her.

With his mouth drawing out her tongue, he sucked and felt the blood drain from every appendage and flood his dick until it pressed out in a thick line on his jeans.

His one free hand fumbled, the keys were somewhere below his sideways cock in his pocket, and it was damn difficult to shift around enough to get his fingers down low to grab onto the cool metal ring.

“God damn, you’re going to have me violating you right here in the car. I told you I’d give you some recovery time, but I am not sure that is going to work for me anymore.”

“Me either.” She smiled, and he couldn’t remember his damn name.

“Fuck. That’s it, buckle up baby-doll, my dick is behind the wheel and he does not have his license.”

Cameron dropped one hand to her knee, giving it a squeeze as he pushed up to straighten his body enough so his hand could find the keys.

“You having trouble?” She smiled watching him struggle.

“Be very careful, because you are about a half second away from being pulled over onto my stick shift and those hips are going to learn how to change my gears.”

Cameron gave her a second to contemplate, because if it were up to him, he would be more than happy to bring her over on his lap right then and there.

He saw the momentary flicker of temptation, but just as her brown eyes darkened, the echo of a bickering couple walking behind the car arguing about if they were parked on Level 2 or Level 3 broke the moment.

“Just sit there and be quiet. I’m going to have a hard enough time driving as it is. You make one wrong move, and my dick will have us in a ditch with you naked and my face between your legs for God and the whole world to see.”

“Got it. Just pretend I’m not even here.” She played him like a fiddle.

“Right,” Cameron grunted, trying to focus on guiding the car back out into the dusky streets and back to his place before his cock killed them both.

Her quiet playfulness only made it worse.

Thinking of inching inside her again so soon, after he had promised himself he would give her time to walk straight, had every tendon in his neck standing out and the engine of the Camaro straining under Cameron’s frantic driving.

Cameron looked down at the clock on the dash; he had exactly 90 minutes to get to Tyson’s and get warmed up before his fight. It was going to be tight; there was no way he was rushing through this. His greedy dick needed at least a good hour or more licking and prepping her before he buried himself and listened to those sweet as fuck little noises come out of her mouth.

He knew a sweet girl like her would not have any damn idea the inferno that she had started inside him. Girls didn’t get it. Men were freaks, especially when it’s their damn chosen one.

He felt like an ancient dormant volcano finally cracking the earth’s surface and ready to spew his flaming lava all over the damn place.

The car jerked and halted as he pulled into the garage, lurched out of his door and had her wrapped onto him like a spider monkey as he walked toward the house.

“Fuck.” He groaned, almost dropping his keys as Victoria traced a line from his collarbone up his neck to just under his ear while she squeezed her legs around his waist, driving his already rod stiff cock against her heated crotch. “You’re playing with fire, girl.”

Her damn pimento must have fallen out of her loaf because she doesn’t understand who she is toying with here. Girl’s gonna learn just how good this can hurt. It will be a miracle if I can just get us inside the damn house.

“Maybe you started something you aren’t going to be able to finish.” She’d lost her damn mind.

Her words hit him like a freight train; he thundered through the front door, kicking it closed, shaking the frame of the house.

“You may know me better than anyone, but I’m telling you right now, there’s shit about me you do
not
know, and I hope you are the one that is ready, cause you are about to be schooled, little girl.”

Victoria could feel every thick, round tightening of the muscles in his back. Her arms clutched around his neck as his lips awakened a need so primal, she felt it pull from some deep, empty well inside her soul.

Her body became soft and pliant as Cameron shifted and carried her to the couch, no time for stairs. He watched her chest rise and fall with her breath and he knew something had awakened inside of her. There was a fire behind the brown of her irises, something that called to him like a beacon and he knew she needed more than just his cock.

She needed his hand, his guidance, his promise to protect and care for her like no one ever had before. She needed to know just what it meant to be owned.

He wasn’t sure she was ready, but there was no turning back, she needed it and he was here to be sure she understood exactly what it all meant.

She pulled at the zipper on his sweatshirt, but Cameron’s hands covered hers, lowering his face an inch in front of hers until he felt her breath moving inside his mouth.

“You’re back for more and that must mean you trust me — that you understand there is more to us than most other people ever dream. So, I’m going to show you something. Something you need, Vic — something you’ve needed for so long but no one was ever there to give you. You have to say you trust me, 100%, no questions. Trust me. I’ve always been here for you when no one else showed up. I’m still here, and your job is to let me take care of you, understand?”

She was taking little fuck-me-please breaths, she probably didn’t even know that’s what they were. He had heard them plenty of times, but never from someone he gave a shit about.

This needed his time, not just his cock, and even though it was pissing off his dick-brain to no end, he was going to take the time to show her something more.

“What?” Her voice shook as he held himself between her legs, kneeling, his elbows locked making him a bridge over her hips.

“This —” Cameron heard his voice catch in his throat.

Her eyes bore into his, looking to him for a lifeline, for whatever came next.

Invisible fingers began tightening around his windpipe.

“This Vic — us — I gotta know because it’s the real fucking deal for me. I have to know for you if you’re in it with me. As much as I am — because if you’re not, if you have fucking doubts and there is any part of you that doesn’t understand where exactly my head is at as far as we are concerned, tell me right fucking now. I will always be here for you, no matter what, but this isn’t some playground for me. This is me, all in, no holds barred — “

He felt the burning in his lungs like he wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

He could feel the heat rising from her chest and the soft curves as her breath moved in and out of her lungs, circling around his head like some sweet, poisoned mist. With a deep exhale, he met her eyes again, cocking his shoulders forward until her face was all he could see.

“So, if you’re here with me, then it’s gotta be all the fucking way because I can’t do this half way. It’s fast, I get it, but we’ve been edging around this forever. I just need to know if you’re all in or not. ‘Cause if you’re not, we have to stop right now.”

The rose pink moved into her cheeks, and Cameron felt his body tense like a snake ready to strike. She was beyond beautiful, like something that didn’t even belong on this earth, let alone right there inside this room with him. He was part conqueror and part steward, but she had the reins for the moment.

What he felt for her flew somewhere between mad obsession and paternal commitment. She already owned him, but she had no fucking idea just how consuming he would be in her life, and he needed to know she was ready.

“I’m here aren’t I? Do you think I would have come back if I weren't sure??”