SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (18 page)

I was biting my bottom lip. He walked by me and put his hand in my hair. He pulled it back and made me look at him “You’re just like any other woman. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to experience what they have.” He was a pretty package, but underneath that there was something ugly seeping through to the other side. “I would suggest that you come back to my hotel room and we can seal this deal with more than just a kiss. However, since you want to put yourself in my hands for training, then sex is off the table. Don’t worry; I can see the disappointment in your eyes. It’s only, until after the training and then you can have your way with me or maybe it’s going to be vice versa.” I wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth and wipe that smug look off his face.

I wanted to chastise him for his behavior, but instead I could barely take my eyes off of his posterior, as he took that walk up to the counter to pay for his meal. I tried to get up, but my legs felt like jelly. I had to stay there and drink that wine and try to compose myself enough. I was soon able to leave here underneath my own power. No man had ever gotten to me like that. Most often than not, I was the one that was calling the shots. He had this forceful demeanor, something that I was not used to and I didn’t even know that I craved.

It was not the way that I wanted this meeting to go, but I could honestly say that it went better than expected. He had already agreed that he would train me and would invest with a provision that we would put a wager on if I could make it into my first MMA fight. It was interesting and 5% didn’t sound like much, but it could be when the money started to roll in.

I looked down at my phone to see that I had gotten a text message from those that were in charge of promoting the next pay-per-view. This was a tournament to decide who was going to go the distance. The finals would be televised in Las Vegas and the preliminaries, not to mention the semifinals would be televised in various locations of their choosing. According to the text message, they were quite taken by my proposal and they had never seen anything more eloquent written in e-mail form. They were on their way here to take a meeting with me in two days. They dictated their terms and everything seemed to be a reasonable, including the 30% take at the door. It was a small price to pay to get this place on the map.

Chapter three

“I can’t believe that you not only convinced them to come here for a meeting, but you’ve also got Brandon standing over there acting like the big shot. The guys are going crazy seeing him and they’re most anxious to see you get into the ring and show your stuff.” I didn’t know what kind of stuff I had and this was just a way to find out if I had what it took. Brandon had just finished telling me that it wasn’t about technique. He wanted to see spirit and fire in my belly, even in defeat. One thing that he didn’t know was that I wasn’t used to failing and failure was not an option.

“You really don’t know that much about him, Owen. He’s a bit arrogant and thinks that he’s god’s gift to the MMA and to women alike. I’ve never seen anybody act so pigheaded and sexist in my life. I’m starting to regret going into business with him.” He had just signed on the dotted line and had actually brought a lawyer to go over the fine print.

“That’s not how they paint him in the media. He’s very generous with his time and he’s making a run for a certain wrestler’s record when it comes to the make a wish foundation. He has no problem taking photos with his fans. There are rumors that he can be a bit of a womanizer, but that comes with the territory of fame and fortune.” Owen really couldn’t hold a candle to any one of these guys in here. He was slight of stature and had no interest in bulking his frame. He was comfortable in his own skin and being professional in the IT department had made him a growing concern in many companies that were seeking out his expertise.

“It doesn’t matter and the only thing that does matter is that having him on board will give this place the notoriety that I want for it. Those that are coming to meet me in a couple of days will find out about this latest turn of events and maybe that will give them food for thought.” It was time to get this party started. I was nervous and shaking like a leaf, but I was also anxious and ready to learn from someone that knew exactly what he was doing.

I could see the smirks on the guys’ faces as they crowded around the octagon. That was my first new renovation. It cost a pretty penny to have it installed, but it was going to pay off in big dividends. I had on a black pair of sweat pants with a rope tied in the middle and a black sports bra with the NIKE logo. I was kind of hoping that down the road that they would become one of the sponsors for this place.

“I’m afraid that I have to cut this short fellas. It appears that my pupil is ready to get started. Do stick around and see me make her cry like a little girl.” With each word that came out of his mouth, it only made me reach down deep and grab onto something that I didn’t even know I had. There was this fight that would not be extinguished and there was this fire that was burning out of control.

We stepped into the octagon and he was wearing blue trunks with his name stenciled across them. He had tape across his knuckles. He got into a stance and I mimicked him to the letter, watching and learning, as he moved around the ring with grace and style. The first strike hit the side of my head and staggered me up against the chain link fence. He followed it up with a straight kick to my stomach that literally lifted me off my feet and onto my hands and knees.

“Sky, this is not a sport for cry babies. Get up and stop moaning and do something about it.” I gritted my teeth and attacked him. My upper body slammed into his lower half, but then I felt two hands coming back down on my back. I felt the impact, but I would not let go and then I turned slightly and caught him off guard with a move that I had watched on the Internet last night. It took him off his feet and made him land heavily on his side.

I rolled over and moved back to a standing position. He was holding his side and now pointing at me like I was a student inside the principal’s office after being called there for my behavior. “That was pretty good and I guess an old dog can learn new tricks. I believe that you’ll find that will be the only time that you’ll get the upper hand.” Honestly, I didn’t care and it made me feel more like a fighter by doing something that made him look at me with surprised eyes.

As we squared off, I made sure to keep my body turned to the side, so that he didn’t have very much to strike at. I may have not been in the ring before, but I had trained my mind by watching tape after tape of any of the good fighters. I was most impressed with the iceman, not to mention Rhonda and a few other ones including Brock Lesnar. He had taken his talents in the wrestling ring to the MMA world and shocked most people buy how easily he had adapted.

Brandon wasn’t wrong and it was the one and only time that I had gotten him on his back the entire day. With each move that he showed me, I became more competent, but still had a lot to learn. I actually found having his hands wrapped around me to be exciting. My adrenaline was rushing through my veins and the feel of his fingers touching my naked mid-drift was causing all sorts of endorphins to come into play.

He had struck me a few times and I knew from the way that my eye was aching that I was going to have a shiner. My ribs were hurting, but I still remained on my feet and any time that I got knocked down, I got right back up. I think that he was slightly impressed and I knew that the boys that were watching and waiting for me to give in had some real respect for the woman that own this place. It was a nice step in the right direction I could honestly say that I probably wouldn’t be here without Brandon.

“I don’t normally see raw talent like yours, Sky. I thought that you were all bravado, but apparently you have a fighting spirit. It’s a good thing, because you’re going to need it. This was just the first day and you’re in for a world of hurt. Get some ice on those bruises and be ready to go again tomorrow at the same time. I was going to invite you to have drinks with me, but I think that you need your west.” I wasn’t sure if he was being condescending, but it did make me want to see if I could drink him under the table. My father owned a bar and I did learn from the early age of 16 that I could hold my liquor unlike any other girl. Most of the regulars had seen me, as one of the boys, even though I had seen them constantly looking at me with that come hither kind of stare.

“Not so fast, Mr. Summer. If you think for a moment I’m going to crawl into a hole and lick my wounds, then you have another thing coming. Let’s just see who can outdo who. I think that you’ll be surprised by the results.” I think that he was laying down the gauntlet and waiting for me to pick it up. I had no problem doing that. We were going to have to see if I could back up my words with actions.” What’s your poison? Whatever it is, we’ll both drink shot after shot, until one of us isn’t standing anymore.”

“Damn, I may have found the one person that can step up to me like a man… a woman. You’re on and I do hope that you know what you’re doing.” I grabbed my knee length leather coat from the hanger by the door. I put it on and then I pointed to a pub across the way that was well known to me. If he saw that I was expected and people knew me, maybe he would get the idea that he had bitten off more than he could chew.

“By all means, lead the way.” He was wearing this very expensive leather jacket that probably cost more than a months rent of my current apartment. There was no denying that it looked good on him, but I wasn’t going to get caught in the trap of seduction.

Chapter four

Amazingly, Brandon was able to hold his liquor a lot better than most guys that had stepped up to take on the challenge of shot after shot. I heard my name being screamed by several of the local patrons. It gave me the fuel to force myself to go beyond any liquor intake that I had done previously up to this point.

“You’re not only sexy, but you have a ballsy attitude that is very attractive. Most girls that I’m with are always these dainty little flowers that would break if I put any pressure on them. You’re different, Sky. There’s something uniquely intoxicating about you.” He casually put his hand on my arm and it sent these waves of delicious pleasure that I wanted more of. I knew that it was the liquor talking, but I couldn’t have cared less. I may have been under the influence, but I knew exactly what I was doing.

“You better be ready to use that hand, if you expect to get that close to me.” The apartment that I rented was upstairs. They had allowed me to stay there rent controlled and I couldn’t ask for anything better. I noticed that Brandon had undone the first couple of buttons on his shirt, most likely due to the liquor making him sweat his balls off. “Before I lose my nerve, I would like to see you naked.” He was only wearing a pair shorts when we tangled in the ring. There were moments that I’d grazed his package and got a pretty good idea that there was a 9 inch spike in my future.

“I don’t normally mix business with pleasure, but for you I will make an exception, Sky. You have the kind of body that I can wrap around my waist and carry around and that is going to be something that I’m going to enjoy doing. It doesn’t look like either one of us are going to win this round. Perhaps, we should call it a draw and see if we can stand long enough to walk the distance up to your apartment.” This sounded like a pretty good idea to me and I found myself waving to the bartender, who nonchalantly waved back indicating that my money was no good here.

I stumbled and staggered, bouncing against a couple of tables, knowing that he was behind me by the creaking of the floorboards and the feel of this hot breath on the back of my neck. “I hope that you can keep up with me little boy. I can tell you that you may be the master in the ring, but I can hold my own and even go beyond in the bedroom. If you’re not ready, then I’ll understand if you need to chicken out.” He had his hands on my hips, as we pulled our way up the stairs, until I finally slipped my key into the lock. It took a moment to turn it, but then we fell into the opening with him behind me and the feel of his swelled meat up against my backside.

“You are a woman after my own heart, Sky. You’re not some broken doll or a frail woman that will break under a man of my considerable talents. I thought for sure that you would crawl away after the first day, but it seemed only to make you want to do it again.” He had his hands on my ass, squeezing those tight globes and then reaching around to undo the button and pull down the zipper at the same time. Once he had that accomplished, he snuck his hands into my panties and began to move his finger up and down my wet slit to stimulate things even further.

I didn’t want him to have all the fun, so I turned abruptly in his arms, pushed him back against the door and slithered down onto my knees to see what I was working with. I easily undid his zipper, unsnapped his pants and then pulled them down along with his underwear. His cock came out and almost smacked me against my chin, but I was able to grab it before it did that. I took it and looked at it from all angles, seeing that by squeezing at the base and up to the top that I could bring about a dollop of his cream.

I licked it off the top and I felt him shudder underneath my oral expertise. “You really are something else, Sky. You’re not like any other woman I think that’s the reason why I find you, so interesting to be around. I can’t get away with anything… Oh yeah… I think that I finally met my match.” I’d taken his knob into my mouth; spit shining it with my tongue and swirling around his glands. I made sure to use his own lubrication to spread down the shaft, while licking him like an ice cream cone and getting that feeling that he wasn’t going to last long.