ROMANCE: MENAGE ROMANCE: Tapped and Taken by Two (Pregnancy Sports MMA UFC Fighter Romance) (Alpha Male Romance) (9 page)

BOOK: ROMANCE: MENAGE ROMANCE: Tapped and Taken by Two (Pregnancy Sports MMA UFC Fighter Romance) (Alpha Male Romance)
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“I taught him that move,” Jason said as he turned to go back and ready himself for the final match against Max.        

Max was now standing on the edge of the cage pumping his fist and flexing for the crowd that was louder and more crazed than they had been all day. Kylie could see Max look to where she was sitting before and then quickly climb down after seeing she wasn’t there anymore.

Walking into Max’s room was a different feel altogether. Hip-hop music was blaring and there were a group of guys in there Kylie had never seen before loudly posturing and psyching Max up while the event doctor was stitching up a cut over his left eye. Max barely noticed her and the most she could get out was a good luck over all the noise in the room. She wanted to be in there helping to patch him up, but it didn’t seem like Max needed her for that. She slowly walked back to her seat not knowing is she wanted to stay for this fight. 

“Who do you think will get it?” Trisha said when Kylie got back to her seat.

Jax shook her head. “Normally I’d say Jason, but Max has been hitting it really hard lately. He really wants this.”

Kylie just sat there and hung on the memories of the three of them together.

 

Round 7*

When the bell rang there was silence in the packed auditorium. The two fighters circled the caged octagon sizing each other up wondering if either of them was going to try something unexpected or was this just a sparring session worth a new truck and $55,000. Jason rushed in first, but Max wasn’t there, and dashed around behind him. Now Jason wasn’t fast enough. His shoulder was obviously still giving him a problem. He recovered, but barely. Max landed a solid punch of Jason’s jaw with a gloved fist. Blood spattered as Jason’s lip split. Jason got him back one, though, a hit to the nose. They pulled apart, circled, both bloodied.

The energy in the ring changed. Kylie felt it, and so did Trisha and Jax.

“Something’s been up with those two lately,” Jax said.

“I’ve noticed it too.” She glanced at Kylie, but didn’t say anything. Kylie fixed her gaze on the fight. God, this was all her fault.

Instead of a normal match, the two men went at each other with a ferocity deeper than anything anyone had seen in the ring this evening. Jason got a knee to Max’s rib cage which had to hurt, but it opened him up for Max to get his arms around him and drop him to the ground. He punched his ear over and over before Jason—slick with blood—could weasel out of it. Jason landed a hell of a kick, and now it was Max’s turn to fall. Jason got him in an armbar, but the bell rung just before Max was going to be forced to tap out. The round went to Jason.

The second round was more ferocious than the first. They grappled on the mat, first one would gain the upper hand, then cede it to his rival. This was Jason’s type of match, but Max was holding his own and two men looked like bloody ferocious animals fighting for survival. The crowd sensed the aggression and went quiet again like at the start of match.

Max won round two. Or so Jax said, which was shocking since the whole round was basically a technical grappling match, which was Jason’s game.

At round three, the match opened up and became the street brawl that favored Max. Kylie could tell that neither of them wanted to win by technicality. They wanted to knock each other out. They clashed like crazed pit bulls. Trading punches and kicks the whole round until midway through it, both of them exhausted and barely recognizable, Jason slipped in blood on the mat and his footing wobbled for a second. That was when Max had him. Max pounced on him landing punches with a speed and ferocity no one expected him still to have at that point. Jason didn’t have time to defend himself and it was over. The ref quickly ran in to the match, but Max kept hitting him again, and again…the referee tackled Max and had to use all his strength to pull him off. They couldn’t shake hands at the end of the match. Jason was unconscious and the whole room was silent with shock at how far this fight had gone. Soon the boos started coming from the crowd. Garbage was being thrown into the cage and Max had to duck his way to safety in the fighter's area. Eventually, the crowd was silenced as the announcer got on the mic to read the results of the fight. The winner, by knockout, was Max Waller. The boos grew even louder as the whole row of people from the Ultimate were stunned by what had happened.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she just saw. Jax, Ferran, and Trisha looked equally horrified. What was supposed to be a big day for their gym was now turned into something horrific. They now had possibly severely injured friend, and now one of the most detested goons in L.A.’s amature MMA scene, which nobody knew how to take as he also was seen as a friend. Kylie couldn’t stand to be there anymore and went home after getting confirmation that Jason was going to be alright and which hospital he was going to to get helped. She didn’t know if she could see him like he was.

 

Round 8*

A week past. Kylie sat on her couch, and thought about what to do. She still felt guilty for what had happened. She knew it wasn’t really her fault, but she couldn’t help but feel that way. Jason was beat up but okay, and back home the next morning after the fight from the hospital. He was tougher than Kylie ever imagined. She dialed Jason’s number.

“Hey you.” His voice sounded muffled through his split lip and battered nose.

“You want to come over?”

“You want to spar?”

She couldn’t tell if he were kidding or not, and what he meant by the word spar. She didn’t really like that.

“No. I wanted some company. See how you were doing after the fight. Dinner. Movie maybe?”

“Oh.” Was he disappointed? “Oh! I’m sorry. I’d love to. I feel like a dick now. When are you free?”

“Let’s say six?”

“I’ll be there. Can I bring anything?”

“I’m good.”

“And Kylie, I’m so sorry, that was a douchey thing to say. I’m really sorry.”

“No worries,” she said letting the previous comment go. She was excited to see him again even though she knew he could be a cold jerk sometimes and say stupid things.

Kylie heard the bike pull up outside, and Rosie started to bark. She held the door for him as he came upstairs carrying a bottle of sparkling cider. “I was in the wine aisle looking for something, realized you can’t have wine, and I kind of panicked. Will this do?” He handed off the bottle and immediately dropped onto one knee to greet Rosie. She spun around in happy circles, wagging her tail.

“It’s great. The jury’s still out on how much preggos can actually drink…”

“My mom drank a bunch when she was knocked up, look how I turned out!”

Kylie laughed. Dark bruises splotched his face. Max did a number on him, leaving the skin around his jaw red and puffy. A purple bruise colored his left cheekbone. White strips of sticky tape holding the cuts on his face together. The split lip he had was beyond help and was just going to need time to heal itself. 

“It’s nothing my face hasn’t looked like before,” Jason said when he noticed Kylie staring at the marks on his face. “Remember when I said that I felt like my father when he found out about me when you told me you were pregnant.”

“Ya.”

“Well ya that’s probably the last time I’ll ever compare myself to him. I’ve got grade school pictures that look probably worse than my face does now.”

Kylie was a little struck by the openness Jason was showing, but she also realized she liked it. She liked knowing something about him he didn’t advertise to anyone. He had already shown he was fierce and strong. Kylie didn’t also expect him to seem vulnerable.

She’d made a pretty simple red sauce, cooked up some spaghetti, got some bread and a green salad. Nothing too fancy. They served themselves from the counter, then sat down at Kylie’s café style table with tall chairs.

“I feel like I’ve never really sat down and talked with you before,” Kylie said as Jason came to sit down with his plate. He had a hard time eating it, his cracked lip stinging from the tomato sauce and vinegar in the salad dressing.

“No, I know. We’ve hung out with the Ultimate group before. And…you know. Those times with Max.”

“Ya those times with Max.”

“Oh, I know. I gotta ask now though. It’s probably the medication speaking but...Do you do that a lot? The thing with two guys at once?”

“Never. I mean, I’d always wanted to. And I really liked it. But hadn’t done it before.”

“I’d always fantasized about two chicks. Never another guy.” Jason was quiet a moment. “It wasn’t so bad. And if you tell anyone I said so, I’ll never speak to you again.” He laughed to show he was kidding.

“I was surprised you guys went for it.”

“Amazing what tequila will do.”

“Yeah, the first time.”

They sat quietly at her table for a moment, finishing the meal. “So what’s it like?” he asked.

“Getting boned by two guys at once?”

“NO, Being pregnant.”

“My boobs are getting bigger.”

“I noticed.” She smiled and dropped her gaze.

“Can I touch your stomach?”

“Sure.”

He got up and moved closer to her. “I hear all the time pregnant chicks talking about people just, like, reaching out and touching their stomachs, and totally not being okay with it. I want to ask.”

It could be yours, she thought. So weird. He touched her through the long-sleeved t-shirt she wore, his hands strong and warm through the thin material. Then he slid them to her hips. She leaned up and kissed him. Kylie felt close to Jason in that moment and the effects her pregnancy was having on her libido were still always on the verge of taking control of her it seemed. She wanted it to be both of them there kissing her again, but this kiss was also something she could get used to.

“I really like you,” he said when they broke apart.

“I’m pretty fond of you myself.”

“Do you feel like this is weird? Without Max, I mean?”

“No.”

“Do you do this with him?”

“I haven’t.”

She led him to her couch. Lost herself in his kisses, so different this time, when there wasn’t someone else there. Not less exciting, for sure. They took their time, exploring and discovering one another. She learned how sensitive his ears were, how kissing them made him suck in his breath. He was so gentle, and spent a lot of attention caressing her stomach and her swollen breasts, tasting them and pleasing them with his tongue. She arched her back and moaned. She saw dark bruises on his ribs when she pulled his shirt off. Max did a number on him.

This time he took care of her, catered to her, kissing her cleft and gently sliding a finger up inside her, working it and sending her into quivering orgasm. Only then did he climb on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her stomach, and gently pump them both into climax. She couldn’t remember such soft lovemaking maybe ever, and when she came on her back on her sofa it felt like a different kind of orgasm, one that rocked her from every edge of her being.

They lay there a while quietly. “So I know you like MMA,” he said. “What else are you into?”

“Sex,” she joked. She didn’t like talking about herself.

“Yeah, I know. But what makes Kylie McKee tick? Do you read? Watch TV? Music?”

She didn’t want to tell him her favorite thing, because it would mean letting him know her. It was also mean that she would need to tell him about her painting, which she was enjoying too much again to open herself up for judgement on.

“I mean, I love my bikes, I also really dig horror novels. Horror movies. I’m all about them. Blood, guts, I’m down.” Jason was saying this with an vulnerable eagerness. Like he was waiting for Kylie to open up and tell him something important about her. After all, he had opened himself up to her.

“I like horror movies. But what I really get into is painting,” she replied feeling like she had to give him this even though she didn’t want to.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” he cocked himself up on one arm so he could see her better.

“Portraits.”

“Of people?”

“Animals. Pet portraits. It’s kinda my thing.”

“Wow, that’s really cool. I bet people pay a lot for those.”

“There’s a pretty good market for it, yeah.”

Kylie didn’t expect to hear that from Jason. She mostly expected laughter.

“Can I see one?”

“No. I’m really shy about it.”

“Do you, like, have a website? Do you sell them online?”

“I’ll show you sometimes, I promise. Just not yet.” It made her nervous, and he could sense it too, she knew, because he pulled up his pants and handed her her shirt.

“Thanks for dinner,” he said.

“Thanks for coming. It’s really nice to get to know you a little better.”

He gave her a weird look, and headed out into the night.

Had she totally screwed everything up? She wanted to hang out, wanted to know the guy who had potentially fathered her baby, but she wasn’t ready to tell him everything. Wasn’t ready to have a relationship, or to settle down. She liked being on her own. Plus the idea of letting someone else in was scary. She regretted sleeping with him again…weird that it was the normal sex she felt like she had a problem with.

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