Meant for Me (A Second Chance standalone) (18 page)

Claire wanted the truth.

I gave her the truth, but not all of it. I left out the part
about Erick offering me a spot at MMA Pride if I won the upcoming fight against
Matt Reynolds. When she found out I kept the truth from her, I could only hope
she would understand my reasoning. She needed to leave, that was for certain.
If Chase could get to her to hurt me, then there’s no telling who else would do
the same thing. I made it very clear last night that I would fight for her, and
whatever happened with Erick and his sick plans I didn’t want her anywhere near
it; hence, the reason she was leaving on a plane back to California the
Saturday morning after the fight.

The terms of the compromise were simple and thankfully she
agreed to them all. For the rest of the week we were both going to stay away
from the club until Friday night for the fight, and once we were there she
promised to stay with Tyler and Jake in plain sight. In return, I promised to
make it up to her in any way she wanted, and of course, her first request was
for me to fuck her. Those were her exact words.

Needless to say, my dick got rock hard the second she said
that. However, to torture me she decided to take an excruciatingly long shower
first. “Claire, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to come in there and fuck you
in the shower. You have one minute,” I shouted impatiently.

She giggled and that was all it took. I marched toward the
bathroom only to be stopped by the sound of my phone. “Dammit,” I hissed. “I
can never catch a break.”

Snatching my phone off the bedside dresser, I saw that the
incoming call was from Tyler. “This better be good,” I barked into the phone.
“I’m kind of busy here.”

Tyler bellowed, and by the sound of the fumble I’d say he
dropped the phone. “Oh shit, man, sorry about that. Give my regards to Claire.
I didn’t mean to interrupt your play time,” he said jokingly.

“Get to it, Tyler. What do you want?”

“Dude, calm down, I’m trying to help you here. The fight is
Friday night, right?” he asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

“Yeah, and your point,” I remarked. I had other things on my
mind at the moment like the naked woman I was about to wrap around my cock.

He chuckled again. “My point is this … you need to be
prepared and my father and I want to help you.”

“Help me how exactly?”

“You need to train as hard as you can and you’re not going
to be able to do that in the hotel gym by yourself. My father’s going to coach
you and I’m going to be your sparring partner. Come on, what do you say?”

“Why are you doing this for me?” I asked skeptically.

Don’t get me wrong, Tyler was a good guy, but he didn’t know
me for shit other than the short amount of time I’d spent with him. He had no
reason to want to see me succeed.

“It was my father’s idea, Mason. He saw something in you. He
said it reminded him of himself when he won his boxing championships back in
the day. Not to mention it’s a perk for me because I can beat your ass every
day to help you get prepared.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

“Anyway,” he started again, ignoring my comment, “Claire
deserves a winner and we can make you one again. Who knows, maybe this could be
your big break going against Matt Reynolds … that’s sure to get some eyes
looking your way.”

Yeah, the wrong ones
, I thought. Dripping wet, Claire
stepped into the bathroom doorway with her hands on her hips, pursing her lips.

“Should I just tend to myself since the call is more
important?” she teased. She licked her lips, gazing down at my growing cock,
and then turned on her heel to head back for the shower. I almost lost it the
second she started to moan.
Holy shit, she’s fucking killing me.

“Okay, Tyler, I’m in. What time do you want me there?” I
asked hurriedly.

“Every day at three o’clock starting today.”

“I’ll be there,” I said and immediately hung up.

Throwing my phone on the bed, I rushed straight into the
bathroom. The shower doors were fogged up, but I could still see the outline of
Claire giving me a show by rubbing her breasts. “It’s about time you got in
here,” she said, opening the doors.

“You can blame it all on Tyler. He was the one who called,”
I informed her.

“What did he want with you?”

“He and his dad are going to help me train this week to get
ready for the fight. So you and I will be going to the gym every afternoon.”

“Fun,” she mumbled, smirking devilishly. With hooded eyes,
she took her soap and started rubbing it over her breasts and then down to in
between her legs.

“Shit,” I groaned, not being able to take my eyes away. “I
think I might need to stay out here and stare at you a little longer. I could
sit here and watch you touch yourself all day,” I said, stepping into the
shower.

Giggling, she took the soapy washcloth and rubbed it on my
arms and my stomach before moving around me to get my back. It felt so damn
good, especially when she reached around and cupped my balls with one hand and
wrapped her fingers around my cock with the other.

“Well, I’ll definitely have to remember you like that. At
least it got you to come into the shower quicker.” She pressed her tits to my
back and worked her hands up and down, over and over. She was relentless and
she wasn’t stopping.

Placing my hands on the shower wall, I leaned forward and
groaned. “Claire, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she muttered, moving faster. “I want
you to come.”

I could feel it coming, and it was coming fast. Her hands
were like magic, squeezing so tight it could almost pass for the tightness
between her legs. “Ah, fuck!” I shouted. Closing my eyes, my body jerked when
her relentless pace made me explode. She slowed her rhythm as the last of my
release spurt out and washed away.

“How did that feel?” she asked, bending underneath my arm so
she could face me. I had her caged in my arms with water dripping all over her
body, down her breasts to the slit between her legs.

Pushing her against the wall, I opened her mouth with my
lips and licked the water off with my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my
neck and held on tight as I grabbed her thighs and lifted her above my waist,
spreading her wide.

She gasped as I pushed her against the wall again, gazing
down at me with heat-filled eyes. “You said you wanted to get fucked. Are you
ready?” I growled huskily.

She moaned breathlessly, “Oh yes, Mason, please.”

I sucked on her nipple and bit down at the same time I
pushed into her hard. She screamed out and dug her nails in my back, holding on
tight as I thrust inside of her hard and fast. The harder I licked and sucked
her nipples, the tighter she clenched around my cock. Her breasts were her
weakness and I loved that I could get her off by tasting and teasing them.

Wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, I took my hands
off her ass and leaned against the wall so I could push harder. “Is … this …
what you wanted?” I asked in between kisses to her lips on down to her neck.

Moaning, she nodded her head quickly. “Yes. It feels so
good.”

Rocking my hips more vigorously, she countered my motions,
moving her body along with mine. Her flesh clenched and tightened around my
cock, and I knew she was close … so was I. “I’m going to come so hard in you,
Claire, and you’re going to feel every single drop explode inside of you.”

Claire lowered her lips to my neck and bit down, screaming
out her orgasm, as I pounded harder, coming inside of her. I held her against
the shower wall, breathing hard, letting the aftershocks of our orgasms ebb off
before lowering her feet to the floor.

She swayed when I set her down and gazed dreamily into my
eyes. “I needed that,” she uttered, smiling lazily up at me.

“So did I,” I admitted honestly. “I think shower sex might
be one of my favorites.”

Claire laughed and kissed me again. “I think it’s one of
mine, too. Now let’s go get something to eat.”

By the time we got dressed and ate our room service
breakfast, my phone rang with another call. This time it was Ryan Griffin.
“Hey,” I said, answering the phone. “What’s going on?”

“Well, for starters, Summer is starting to come around. She
asked for you,” he said.

My eyes went wide. “Are you serious? Has she said anything?”
Claire perked up and turned to face me.

He sighed. “No, she won’t talk to anyone else or tell us
what happened. I just got here and tried to talk to her, but she refuses. She
only wants to talk to you. She’s pretty shaken up. Also, I wanted to talk to
you about Erick Young.”

“What did you find?”

“That’s the thing, Mason. I found nothing. I can’t find a
single thing on a guy named Erick Young. It’s like he’s a ghost.”

Grabbing the keys to the truck, and with Claire on my heels,
we rushed out of the room. “I’ll be right there,” I told him, and hung up the
phone.

Ryan was pacing back and forth when Claire and I showed up
at the hospital. “When did you get the call she was awake and asking for me?” I
asked, rushing up to him.

“It was about an hour ago. As soon as I got the call I came
straight here and called you. Hopefully, she’ll give us something to go on. Her
sister is flying over from Virginia to stay with her until she can be
released.”

“That’s good. At least she won’t be alone,” I agreed.

Hopefully, with her sister coming it would help her cope and
heal with the loss of Austin. I really needed to tell him about Erick and
everything that happened, except I didn’t want Claire around when I told him.
Feeling guilty as hell, I turned to her and smiled apologetically. “Baby, do
you mind getting me a cup of coffee, please? I could really use it right now.”

Her eyes went wide, skeptical. “Oh, I didn’t think you drank
it. I hadn’t seen you drink any the whole time we’ve been here,” she noted
diligently.

I should’ve known I couldn’t get anything by her. She was a very
perceptive person, seeing things that no one would expect, so I answered as
best as I could, “Actually, I hardly ever drink it these days, but today I’m
going to need it if I’m going to get through the day.”

Appeased by my answer, she nodded and turned to Ryan. “Would
you like a cup, too, Mr. Griffin?” she asked politely.

“I would, thank you.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She smiled at us both and turned
on her heel, heading straight for the elevator. As soon as she disappeared
behind the door, Ryan chuckled and slapped me on the shoulder.

“All right, she’s gone. I knew exactly what you were doing.
What do you need to tell me that you didn’t want to say around her?”

Sighing, I averted my gaze away from the elevator to him and
replied, “I finally talked one on one with our guy. He wanted to offer me a
spot at MMA Pride, but only if I win the fight this Friday night.”