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Authors: Jenika Snow

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“I haven’t talked to my dad about us since you two spoke at the center, but he doesn’t really act like he is upset about the whole thing. I need to know how he took it, or if you even told him about us.” And just like that his hard-on vanished.

“I had every intention of doing that when I went to talk to him at the center, but then he stared going on about this big fight coming up with Mack, how a lot of money was on the line, and I could tell how stressed he was. I didn’t think that was the best time to tell him I was fucking his daughter.” She smacked him on the arm, and he grinned.
“Well, and that I care about her a lot.”
He looked around, feeling his skin tighten with apprehension. “I told him I’d stop by tomorrow to talk. Figured he’d be less inclined to kick my ass if we are on his turf. Or maybe more inclined? Hell, he’ll probably kick my ass regardless.”

Standing out in the open like this for a long period of time was dangerous. He would certainly fuck anyone up that thought to come near her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to get into a brawl in the middle of the shitty part of the city. He kissed her quickly and took her hand again. He led them to his Mustang and helped her inside. He had been so worried about getting her out of the warehouse that he hadn’t even put a shirt on. After grabbing one from his bag and putting it on, he was in his car and driving away a few minutes later. Having her so close, and in his car had his deflated arousal rearing up again. His dick became hard from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. He couldn’t get to his place fast enough, especially not when she reached over, pulled his cock free, and proceeded to give him road-head. Hell, his normally timid little Sunny was taking the reins.

“Sunny—” Her name came from him on a strangled groan, but was cut off as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him in deep. “Shit, baby,” he breathed out roughly, not able to think clearly let alone say what he wanted to.

She pulled away from long enough to say, “I’ve never done this before. Am I doing it okay?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re really fucking good at it.” She smiled and went back to moving her mouth up and down on his dick, and he tightened his hands so hard on the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white. How in the hell was he supposed to drive?
“Sunny,
baby
.”

His words were cut off when she took as much of him as she could. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she fucking swallowed around him. The sound of her gagging shouldn’t have turned him on, but fucking holy fuck hell did it ever.
Oh, Christ
. It was so damn good. Her soft moans vibrated along his length, and he rested his head on the back of the seat. She bobbed up and down, and it got to the point that he had to pull over or he’d wreck the fucking car. Sunny pulled away from him, the sound of her wet mouth coming free from his shaft resounding in the car.

They stared at each other for a long moment, and then in a flurry of movement he was reaching for her. Their mouths crashed together, and he went for the button of her jeans. She pushed his hands away and undid them herself. It took some maneuvering on her part, but once she had her pants and panties down her thighs and off one leg she went positioned herself on top of him. He reached for her top, pulled the hem down, and freed her glorious breasts. They bounced from the movement, her nipples rock hard and his mouth watering. “Have you always used condoms?” Her words confused him at first, and only when he pulled his eyes off her breasts and looked in her face did they finally register.

“Yeah, baby, always. Why?” She licked her lips, and his gaze was once again trained on the sight.

“I’m on the pill.
To regulate my period.”
It clicked on why she asked him that and why she was now telling him about being on birth control. Swallowing roughly, he let her words sink in. His cock jerked between his thighs at what she was implying.

“Are you sure, Sunny?” She didn’t answer, just moved until she now rested right on his cock. He hadn’t penetrated her yet, but the hot, wet feel of her was enough to have pre-cum spilling from the tip of his dick. The fit was tight, but he liked it that way, liked the way her body molded to his. She reached between them, and his eyes rolled back in his head when her hand wrapped around his cock. She rose up enough that she could place the head of his erection at her entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.
So.
Fucking.
Wet.” He groaned out when she pressed down, her tight pussy engulfing just the crown of his erection. He placed his hands on her waist, curled his fingers around the curve of her hipbones, and pressed her down harder. Her hands were on his shoulders to brace
herself
. Air sawing between them, London took control. As he lifted his hips at the same time he pushed her further down on him, a strangled cry came from both of them when her pussy slipped all the way down his girth. He filled her completely, bottomed out so her ass touched his balls, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes. He tried to catch his breath, but he had never felt anything like this. He felt like he would burn alive from her.

“It’s so good, London. I feel so full and stretched.” Moving his hands from her hips when she started to lift herself off of him and push back down, London allowed himself the visual pleasure of watching her tits bounce between them. He felt every inch of her surround him, and even felt the back of her pussy press against the crown of his dick when she slammed down on him again and again. Pressing her pelvis all the way down on his, she rocked back and forth, and he knew by her little cries of pleasure her clit was getting a workout as well. Fuck, he would never get enough of her, and it wasn’t just because he had never felt so good with another female. He cared about her to the point he felt like he was obsessed. It was ludicrous to feel so territorial and possessive of another person, but there it was. He would break arms and legs if any other guy thought he could place some kind of claim on her.

“You’re mine, Sunny.” A mewl left her, and he lifted his hips up in a powerful surge, slamming all of his cock into her pussy. “Say it, Sunny. Say you’re mine and no one else’s.” She gripped his shoulders and continued to bounce on top of him. Fuck, he was so close to coming, but he wanted her to get off first. London wanted to feel her cunt clenching around him, milking his dick until they were both falling into oblivion.

“I’m yours, London.” He placed his palms right over her breasts, squeezed the mounds and pinched her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until she writhed on top of him. “I’ve always been yours.”

She said it with such conviction that his balls drew up tight, and his orgasm tore threw him. He couldn’t stop it, but he didn’t need to try because she was coming right along with him. Her inner muscles clenched around his length, and then they were both moaning their orgasms out. It only lasted a few blissful moments, but when it was all said and done, and when he had filled her with his cum and his scent, a surge of contentment filled him. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest, he just held her. It felt so good to have her close, to feel her body heat mix with his, and to listen to her breathing regulate as she calmed down from the aftereffects of what they had just done. She smelled like clean linen. It was then, as his heartbeat settled to a normal rhythm, as his breathing became slow and steady, and as he held his girl in his arms, that London realized he didn’t just care for Sunny, he loved her. It was such a powerful realization, like an epiphany that slammed into him and would have made him fall to the floor if not for the fact he was already sitting down. He opened his mouth to tell her those three words, not knowing if he would freak
her the
fuck out, or if she felt the same, but before he could say them red and blue flashing lights suddenly appeared in his rearview mirror. Of course the cops would show up at this exact moment.
 

“Fuck.” Sunny lifted her head, saw the same thing he did, and scrambled off of him. She had her pants back on and her seatbelt strapped around her in record time. He was chuckling by the time the police officer tapped on his window. How was he supposed to explain what in the hell he was doing on the side of the road in the middle of the night? This should be interesting.

Chapter Nine

 

Sunny was a nervous wreck. Her hands were shaking, her palms sweaty, and her heart raced like it was trying to jump out of her chest. London was due at her house any minute, and all she could think about was how her father would react once they told him that they were seeing each other. Last night had been frightening, exciting, and breathtaking. After she had watched all the rawness that had been London Stein, and after they had sex in his car, she had known right then that she loved him. She had been on the verge of telling him, of confessing something that scared a lot of guys away, but before she could the cops had shown up. Sunny had thought for sure they would have gotten some kind of ticket, especially since she couldn’t lie worth a shit and wasn’t about to admit to the police she had been fucking her boyfriend in his car on the side of the road when he glanced her way, but none of that had been needed. Seems London had known the cop, had even gone to high school with him. They had
bullshitted
for ten minutes, and Manny, the police officer, had flashed her a knowing smile. Thank goodness it had been dark because she had felt her face get hot as hell.

They hadn’t made it to his house, obviously, and after he dropped her off she had been trying to think of a good way to tell him she loved him. Blurting it out didn’t seem very sentimental, but she certainly didn’t want to keep it bottled up any longer. For as long as she had wanted him, she had felt these deep-rooted emotions for him, but had never put the pieces together. Now that they were together, she knew that it had been those initial emotions that had her love for him growing until she knew it couldn’t be contained much longer.

Sunny paced the length of the living room and worried her bottom lip. Stopping in front of the bay window she didn’t hear her dad come up until he touched her on the shoulder, causing her to jump.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He looked down at her, a frown marring the space between his eyes. “You seem anxious.” Before she could answer the sound of London’s Mustang could be heard. They both looked out the window. Her father went to the front door, and she stayed behind, looking out the window and watching him climb out of the car and make his way toward her house. He looked good with his loose distressed jeans and black t-shirt. His colorful sleeves of tattoos that lined his thickly corded arms had a tingle of feminine appreciation running up her spine. The sound of the door opening, of her father and London speaking in their baritone voices, had her nerves skyrocketing. She had been anxious before, but now she was downright shaky with nervousness. They walked into the living room, and she was frozen in space. Sunny really needed to calm down. This was her father, and she was going to tell him that she loved London. Mack may have promised not to start a fight with him, but her father was a whole other story. They were equal in size and muscle mass, but her dad had over twenty years of fighting and training experience than London. He’d also taught London everything he knew. He wouldn’t promise not to hurt the man she loved, because before she could ask him not to do anything to London, he’d already be kicking his ass.

There was a moment of awkward silence where she stood on the other side of the room, London stood beside her father but several feet away, and Harlond looked between the two of them.

“Harlond, I came over here to talk to you about something really important.” London looked at her and rubbed the back of his neck. For the first time she had known him he looked genuinely unsure. “I—”

“Son, I’ve never see you look this scared before.” Harlond looked between them again. The tension and awkwardness rose in the room, and Sunny swallowed roughly. God, her father looked pissed. He looked at her once more, and his eyes narrowed. “This about the fact you are with my daughter? You come over here to tell me that?” Harlond looked at London, and he snapped his head up. She stared at her dad with what she knew were wide eyes.

“You know?” Her voice sounded a hell of a lot stronger than she felt inside. Her dad gave her a look that said “Come on, you think I’m that fucking dumb?”

“Baby girl, you think I don’t know what in the hell goes on in my own training facility or with my daughter?” He crossed his big arms over his equally big chest and turned a lethal stare at London. “What I want to know is how serious this thing really is, and how long you been doing it behind my fucking back. I assume it is pretty big for you to want to come to my house and talk to me about it, right?” London shifted on his feet. Her big, tattooed fighter was scared and didn’t know what to say.

“Dad.”
She took a step closer, but he held up his hand.

“No, Sunny.
I want to hear London tell me where he stands on all of this.” London looked at her, and after a second straightened to his full height.

“Harlond, we didn’t mean to keep this from you, certainly had no intentions of doing anything behind your back. It just kind of happened, and we wanted to decide how to tell you before we actually did. I did come here to talk to you about Sunny, because I care about her, and wanted to let you know that I want to be with her.” Her father stayed silent for far too long to seem comfortable, but then he exhaled loudly.

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this behind my back, London.”

“Dad, please don’t think of it like that. It certainly wasn’t something we conspired to do to piss anyone off.” He looked over at her, and she felt like a little girl again being caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do.

“How many times did Mack and I tell you that a fighter’s life isn’t for you?”

“Dad, I’ve lived with fighters my whole life. It’s
been
my life. You’re a fighter, Mack’s a fighter, and I love you both. Telling me that you don’t want me around it because of how a handful of them decide to live their lives is contradicting.” They held each other’s gazes for a moment, and he was the one to break away. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “Mom loved you, and the life you lived.” Sorrow passed over her father’s face at the mention of her mom. She may have been two when her mom passed away, and her father may have told her everything about her mom, and how much he loved her, but aside from that he didn’t want to talk about it or her. This was the first time in years that she had brought it up, and even if it broke her dad’s heart, Sunny wanted to show him that judging someone was wrong.

“I know, baby girl, but don’t think for one minute that your mom didn’t yell at me every chance she got over fighting. She hated it—”

“But loved you regardless, Dad.”

He clenched his jaw and looked over at London. “I should kick your ass for this, London. That is my daughter, the only thing I have left in this world, and you come in here and tell me she’s yours.” London didn’t respond, but she couldn’t blame him because she wouldn’t have had anything to say to that either. Her father was pissed and hurting, and it was all because of her, and because he thought he was protecting her from something unsubstantial. “In fact, I should ban you from the training center for not coming to me first, and for thinking you had any kind of right to Sunny after all the warnings I gave to you guys in regards to staying away from her.”

“Dad, please.”
 
She wasn’t above pleading, because her dad needed to see reason in this. “This is my life, and if you do this, hurt London because you’re hurting, then ultimately you’ll be breaking my heart.” Her pulse started racing again.

“Harlond.”
London waited until her dad looked at him. “You do what you have to do, but I want you to know that I love Sunny, and there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for her. I respect you, but can’t stop seeing her, won’t stop seeing her. I love her too much to just walk away.” Everything stopped inside of her at hearing London say those words.

“You love my daughter?” Her father’s voice was monotone, and she feared he would snap right them.

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

“London.” It was her turn to wait until he looked at her. “I love you, too.” The smile that broke across his whole face changed everything about the rough and tough bad boy.

He took a step closer but stopped and glanced at her dad. “Harlond, I am asking for your permission, but I also mean no disrespect when I say that even if you tell me to stay away, I can’t.” A muscle under her father’s jaw ticked, and she saw his hands clench at his sides. He lifted his hand, and even though London had to know what was about to come, he didn’t flinch or move.

“You really love him, baby girl?”

She nodded. “Yeah, Dad, I really do.” He nodded once, looked at the ground for a suspended moment, and turned back toward London. She had no idea what he was going to do next. Harlond was known to have a short fuse on the best of days, and right now was an ideal situation for him to lose his shit. He stabbed a finger in London’s chest, and Sunny held her breath.

“You break my little girl’s heart, and I’ll break your body. You hear me?” London
nodded,
his expression stoic. Her father showed no emotion, slapped him on the back, and just like that the tension was gone. “All right, both of you can relax. I’m not going to go get my rifle or anything, but I am going to the center.” Her dad came up and wrapped his arms around her, and the scent of everything that was familiar and felt like home washed through her. This was one of the only times she had gone against what her father warned her about, but with London it had been worth the risk of his and Mack’s wrath and disappointment. “Be careful, and if he hurts you, I want to know right away.” He pulled back and kissed her forehead. “Okay, baby girl?”

She smiled, because for as hardheaded as he was at times, he loved her and was only looking out for her. He left them alone, but she didn’t miss the stern look he directed at London on his way out. The front door shut behind him, and for several seconds all they did was stare at each other. There were a lot of things currently going through her mind, but of course the main one that stuck out was the fact he loved her.

As if he read her mind he said, “Yeah, Sunny, I love you.
So fucking much.”
He walked toward her and stopped when he was right in front of her. “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you, Sunny McGrieve.” She parted her lips, but before she could say it back his mouth was on hers, taking control like he normally did, and stealing her breath. When he finally pulled away she let the words spill out before he could kiss them away once again.

“I love you, too, London. God, I think I have loved you since I first saw you walk into the center.” He kissed her again and again, and they murmured those three words over and over against each other’s mouths. Nothing made sense and went so unbelievably fast, but she wouldn’t have done it any differently.

“I don’t know what the future is going to hold, and I can almost guarantee that you’ll get pissed at me because I’ll fuck up.” He stepped back but took hold of one of her hands and placed it over his heart. “But I can promise you that I will never stop loving you, that I will always put you first, and that there is nothing on this planet that can keep me away from you.” He said it so passionately that she knew that every word he spoke was the truth.

****

London reached across his nightstand and blindly grabbed for his cell. With one eye opened he swiped his finger across the screen.
“Yeah?”
He cleared his throat and leaned back on the bed. His phone had said it was eight in the morning, and although he was usually up before six to train, he’d had a long, exhausting night. That had a smile forming on his face, and he opened his eyes and turned his head to see Sunny sleeping beside him. She was on her belly, the sheet pooled right above her ass, and her entire bare back exposed.

“Got it set up for you and The Lion. You game tonight?” Ross’s voice was amped up, and he knew it was because the circuit was buzzing about this fight.
 
They had spoken about the details, but nothing was set in stone, and these underground fights were always spur of the moment to make sure the cops didn’t get wind of them and break them up. There were no rules during underground fighting, but London had never killed anyone, and had never known a fighter personally that had taken a life while in the cage. Apparently this Lion guy had a few marks on his belt from taking doing just that.

“Yeah.”
Ross rambled off the location and time in code form, because someone never knew who was listening on cells. He hung up and tossed his phone on the bedside table and rolled over. Wrapping his arm around her, London brought Sunny closer to him. He could tell she was awake, sensed the change in her breathing, and was just waiting for her to question him about that call. He had already told her about this fight that was coming up, one that had the potential to bring him some big money because of the buzz it had created. “I know you’re awake, baby.” He kissed a path along her spine, and smiled when goose-bumps popped up.

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