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  “Lay on the bed,” Jake said.

  Lisa laid on her back.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She hesitated. If she spread her legs now the men would have a direct line of sight to her sex. It felt wrong.

  “Spread,” Jake said.

  His authoritarian tone was absolute. She didn’t dare disobey. She closed her eyes so she couldn’t see them, and opened her legs. When she did it exposed her wet gash to the two men.

  “Jake you lucky son-of-a-bitch,” Cole said.

  “Quiet, Cole,” Jake said. “Lisa, open your pussy.”

  Again she hesitated. Why was he making her debase herself this way in front of Cole?

  “Open...your pussy,” he ordered.

  She reached down with both hands and grabbed the lips. She pulled them apart, exposing the pink, wet meat inside. The men could see inside her. She was completely exposed in front of them, they could see everything. There was nothing more for her to hide or pretend.

  “Rub it,” Jake commanded.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “Rub your clit. Now.”

  She laid her head back down and closed her eyes again. She reached down and found her clit with her hand. She scooped wetness from inside her and rubbed it on the little button. It quenched the burn, and yet somehow made it burn hotter. She moaned and her legs fell wider apart as she rubbed her little nub. She could feel her climax building. She was close.

  “Stop,” Jake said. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  She stopped rubbing, but the fire had built inside her. She needed it quenched now, but she did as Jake commanded.

  “Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart,” Jake said.

  She reached back and opened herself up, exposing it to the two men.

  “Cole, get your cock wet in her pussy. You get two pumps in there. If you cum in her pussy, I’ll fucking kill you. That pussy is mine. Once your cock is wet...fuck her ass.”

  He paused and turned to Lisa.

  “Did you hear that Lisa? He is going to fuck your ass. He’s going to cum in your ass. Then maybe you will put all this stuff about not being sexy behind you.

  This was the moment it always went wrong with Roger. It had always started off right, but when it came time for him to be inside her it always...failed. Lisa continued to hold herself open for Cole as Jake watched.

  Cole came up behind her.

  “Thank you, Lisa,” he said.

  He slid the head of his cock between her folds until he found her hole. He pressed into her and buried his cock completely.

  They both moaned.

  She felt guilty. It was wrong to take pleasure from Cole in front of Jake. Jake seemed to read her mind.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it Lisa? Having a man inside of you? Don’t deny it. I want you to feel this. This pleasure. When I am done with my fight I’ll take you, and you’ll know how much I need you. For now, you're starving the lion. You are making me hungrier than I've ever been in my life.”

  He turned to Cole.

  “Fuck her ass hard,” he said.

  Cole pulled his cock out of her. It gleamed with her wetness.

  She still had the cheeks of her ass spread for him. It gave him the perfect target, a target no man had ever penetrated.

  He pressed the head of his cock against her virgin asshole and pushed into her.

  She moaned as his cock opened her ass. It hurt, but it also felt good. For so long this was the girl she had wanted to be. She never wanted to be that revolting prim and proper thing that Roger had turned her into. This was who she was.

  Cole pressed harder and his cock buried deeper inside of her. Finally, with one hard push, he sank his cock to the root.

  She groaned.

  “Ahhh, fuck,” Cole said. “Dude, I’m close already. She’s fucking tight as hell here.”

  “Fuck it hard. Don’t stop until you cum,” Jake said.

  “It won’t take long,” Cole replied.

  He withdrew, leaving only the head of his cock inside her ass. Then he pounded into her and the full length stretched her again.

  Lisa had never experienced a pleasure so fulfilling. It made the fire in her sex burn hotter than she had ever imagined possible. Without thinking, Lisa reached down and found her clit again. She rubbed it, trying to extinguish the heat inside.

  With each rub, and each thrust of Cole’s cock she felt it burn hotter. Again the fire threatened to consume her. She thought back to all those times she had cum and Roger hadn’t. It was happening again. She could feel her orgasm cresting. It was about to break, but Cole was still fucking her.

  Was he having trouble reaching orgasm? Could this be happening again?

  Jake walked around in front of her and kneeled, bringing his head to hers.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  Lisa opened her eyes and looked into Jake’s as Cole continued ramming into her from behind. With each thrust she grunted and her body rocked forward.

  “This is me doing this to you, do you understand?” Jake said.

  She nodded.

  “Answer,” he said.

  “Ye-yes,” she grunted as Cole plowed her ass with his cock.

  “You’re my girl now.”

  “Ahhh, fuck. I’m cumming,” she heard Cole say. “Ungh, fuck....yes...”

  She felt the hot gush of his cum inside her ass as he slapped his body into hers. It sent her over the edge and her own orgasm exploded within her. Electricity shot from her core through every nerve of her body as she took Cole’s orgasm into her.

  “Ahhhh,” she moaned. “Ahhhhh, yes.” The waves of pleasure crashed over her with the release of Cole’s orgasm. Her face twisted with pleasure as she looked into Jake’s eyes. In that moment, she had never felt closer to a man than she did toward him. Cole’s body gave her the pleasure, but he was just the instrument. Jake was the architect. He had known how badly she needed to give a man pleasure. She needed so badly to know that she could please a man sexually. Jake knew this. He gave her this experience even though he couldn’t be the one, and for that she loved him.

  She loved him. In that moment she knew it was true.

  Cole collapsed onto her briefly but soon pulled himself off her and out of her.

  “Do you see, Lisa? Do you see what you can do to men?” Jake said. “That took, what? Two minutes? That’s how sexy you are.”

  She closed her eyes, afraid to believe it. Was he right? Was he actually right? Maybe it wasn’t her fault with Roger after all? Cole’s pleasure was not faked. That much was clear.

  “Cole, leave us,” Jake said.

  “Dude, anytime, you know, you need me to provide proof of–”

  “Out,” Jake said.

  Cole gathered his things and left.

  Lisa turned away from Jake, afraid of what he might think now.

  Jake bent to her. He brought his mouth to her ear.

  “You’re my girl, now,” he whispered. “This is how much you mean to me. I can’t show you how sexy you are yet, that’s why I had Cole do it for me. Soon, I’ll do it myself.”

  As she listened to Jake whisper in her ear something inside her changed.

  She was beginning to believe him.

  Chapter 18

  Open Workout

  Jake circled his trainer as the photographs and fans watched. He threw a quick three-punch combination into the mitts. Pop-pop-pop! It echoed through the room was surprising loudness.

  It was open workout, a few days before the fight. The promoters had the fighters come into the hotel auditorium one at a time and hit mats, drill their grappling, and sign autographs. It gave the fighters a chance to connect with fans. The fighters would show their moves in a toned-down practice designed more to keep them warm and loose than for any kind of learning. Fight week was not the time to train hard. Training was done, or it had better be. Fight week was about making the weight cut, keeping the heart rate up, and avoiding any injury.

  A
gain Jake threw a thundering combination that cracked through the auditorium.

  Lisa never tired of watching him. Neither did Janis.

  “Are you serious?” Janis said as she watched the muscular man’s mitt-work. “He had his manager fuck you in the ass in front of him? God, girl. You guys are freaks! I want in!”

  Lisa giggled. “It’s not, like, a regular thing or something. Jake was just making a point.”

  “Well, that’s one helluva way to make a point!” Janis said.

  Pop-pop-pop! Jake’s fists and legs were a blur as he slammed them into his striking coach’s mitts. The fans cheered with each stunning combination.

  “Wasn’t Jake jealous?” Janis said. “I mean, you liked it, right?”

  “I asked Jake about that later. He said he’s not jealous of any man. He said he wasn’t threatened at all. He said jealousy is for the weak.”

  Janis cocked an eyebrow at her. “Well, I guess if he lets another guy take his girl in the ass he has to be pretty confident not to get jealous.”

  “He said it was more important for me to...come out of shell, to put my insecurities behind me. You know...it actually did help,” Lisa admitted.

  She smiled as she remembered Cole’s moans.

  “He...came in me,” Lisa said. “It didn’t take long either. Just a couple of minutes. It was nothing like with Roger.”

  Janis just shook her head. “God, that’s hot as fuck. I’m jealous of you, you little minx.”

  “And Saturday you get that,” she said as she pointed to Jake.

  Jake had by now worked up a fine sheen of sweat. His gleaming chest heaved with his heavy breathing. His tattoos shined under the thin veneer of sweat. Just seeing him like that gave Lisa a pang of longing. Saturday night felt like an eternity away.

  He was now practicing takedowns with his wrestling coach. Each time he took his coach to the mats the crowd would cheer and photographers would click their cameras in rapid fire.

  Jake and his trainer bumped fists. They were done. Reporters immediately started firing questions at Jake.

  It was the same stuff they had been asking since the announcement. Are you scared? What is your plan? What do you think about the fight odds?

  As usual Jake deflected them with ease. If there was even an ounce of hesitation or wavering will in Jake, no one could detect it.

  Lisa thought back to the night before when Jake had used Cole’s body on her. How he gave her the pleasure she needed and showed her she could give a man pleasure too. She bit her fingernails as she watched him answering questions from reporters. Could she tell him how she really felt? It was so much more than sex for her. Could he know? Would that scare him away?

  Lisa saw the ring girls enter the auditorium. They were wearing their trademark skimpy bikinis and handing out free merchandise. Guys were hooting and whistling at them, working their way in for selfies and trying to touch them. The girls made their way up to where Jake had just had his finished his workout.

  “I do not like the way that blonde one is looking at Jake,” Janis said. “Are you seeing this?”

  Lisa had seen it. How could she not have? It was the same one that said she would find a way to fuck Jake, and she was drop-dead gorgeous.

  Lisa and Janis worked their way closer to Jake. Something had to be done.

  “Why don’t get a shot you guys together?” she overheard a reporter saying.

  The crowd cheered the idea.

  “No, I really have to go now,” Jake was saying.

  The crowd was insistent. Jake was not going to get out of it.

  The three ring girls were now up on the podium where Jake had his open workout. They crushed in on him. Their bodies seemed to melt into his as reporters snapped photos and encouraged them to get closer, hold tighter.

  “Jake, could you put your arm around Sara?” one said.

  Jake draped his arm around the blonde one. His hand came around to her side. Was he touching her breast? Lisa couldn’t tell from her angle.

  “Good, you guys look like you were made for each other,” one reporter said.

  The other two ring girls had now backed away, but the blonde one, Sara, still clung to Jake.

  “How about a kiss?” one reporter yelled.

  The crowd loved the idea. “Yeah,” another one shouted. “Kiss her, Jake!”

  Jake was smiling and laughing, but he refused to kiss the blonde. He pretended to peck her on the cheek and the photographers laughed.

  “I’m here with my girl,” he said as he motioned toward Lisa.

  The crowd turned to Lisa. It felt like a thousand eyes were watching her and she wanted to crawl inside herself.

  Behind her, she heard a woman say, “That’s his girlfriend? Wow, talk about holding him back!”

  The lady had just given voice to all the fears and doubts Lisa had about herself. She was just starting to think that maybe she had what it took to be Jake’s girl, to fulfill him, but she realized that was all a fantasy. She could never give Jake what he needed. If she somehow did, there would always be hundreds of women trying to take her place from her. She could never hope to last. Women fought over a man like Jake like hyenas.

  She looked up at Jake. He was smiling at her, but the blonde ring girl next to him was shooting daggers. The girl placed her hand on Jake’s chest and stroked him as she glared down at Lisa.

  Lisa turned and ran. She had to get out of there. Jake deserved someone like the ring girl. He deserved a gorgeous model that commanded the respect of everyone that saw her.

  That wasn’t Lisa, and it never would be.

  Jake

  Chapter 19

  Slow

  “No, we still can’t find her,” Cole said.

  Jake stood there speechless.

  “Jake, you need to hit the mits. You’re on in about 5 minutes. You need to stay warm. She’ll turn up. For now, focus on Oliveira.”

  Jake nodded. After he finished Oliveira he would find Lisa and make her understand.

  He turned to his striking coach and got into position.

  “Three!” his coach called out.

  Jake threw a quick jab-cross-left hook “three” combination.

  “Quicker, Jake. You’re looking sluggish,” his coach said. “Again!”

  Jake threw the combination again.

  “Faster!” the coach yelled.

  His heart was breaking. Had he hurt her again? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had. He threw the combination, knowing it was sluggish and ineffective.

  “Jake,” his coach said as he lowered the mits, “what’s wrong? This is not how you normally hit.”

  “Jake, you have to put Lisa out of your mind tonight. Oliveira is out there ready to beat you to a bloody pulp. You have to focus brother.”

  He couldn’t. No matter how he tried to focus on Oliveira he could only think of Lisa. This was a disaster. He could never hope to defeat Oliveira like this.

  “Have you texted her?” Jake asked.

  “Yes, Jake,” Cole said. “We’ve texted. Called. I’ve asked her mom. We don’t know where she is. But brother, please, please, forget about Lisa until this fight is over. Use our anger, whatever, but focus.”

  “I thought she would make it. I thought she would be here with me. Whatever it was, whatever drove her away, I was sure she would come back before the fight.”

  Jake knew his mind was not where it needed to be for the fight. Buried somewhere deep inside there was a man who still cared about the fight. That man still wanted to win, but Jake couldn’t hear him. All he could think about was where Lisa was. Had he done something to hurt her? Had he driven her away somehow? It was tearing him to pieces.

  The door to Jake’s room flew open. The event coordinator had come to get him. It was time.

  “We rollin’!!!!” he yelled. His trademark energy filled the halls of the walkout entrance. It didn’t fill Jake’s heart.

  There was only room for heartache in there.

 
Chapter 20

  Wake-up Call

  “Five rounds for the undisputed Light Heavyweight Championship of the world!”

  The announcer yelled into the microphone. His voice blasted throughout the arena. Rumors pegged the attendance at over fifty thousand.

  “Fighting out of the blue corner...”

  The announcers voice became a blur as Jake stared down Ricardo Oliveira at the other side of the cage. The Brazilian was shadow boxing at lightning speed. Jake knew he was fast. He had seen all his fights. Everyone had. When Oliveira fought everyone in Jake’s world tuned in. Everyone wanted to see the symphony of destruction Oliveira would level against his opponent. It was almost beautiful to watch.

  But seeing him on a screen and seeing him a few feet away the difference was like daylight and dark.

  Jake had shot off to all the reporters, the interviewers, to his friends and family. If he didn’t win this there would be years worth of crow to eat. They would never let him forget it.

  They met in the center of the cage. The ref went through the usual rundown of rules and this time they did touch gloves. Whatever else you might say about Ricardo Oliveira, he was a true sportsman.

  They broke and returned to their corners as they awaited the ref’s signal to start.

  “Jake, are you ready?” the ref yelled.

  Jake gave him a short nod.

  “Ricardo, are you ready?”

  Ricardo nodded.

  “Fight!” the ref yelled as he threw his arm down.

  Jake’s game plan called for him to bull rush. Take the fight to Oliveira and beat him with a pressure game. Jake would lead with his best weapon, his power double-leg takedown.

  Jake had executed this move ten thousand times. Some of those coming against some of the toughest men in the world. He was an expert at it and few men could stop it.

  Oliveira was fresh. He would probably spring right back up off the mat, but the message would be clear – Jake could take him down at will. And while Oliveira may be able to get up now in these first few minutes, as fatigue set in it would get harder. By the championship rounds it would be impossible and Jake could ground and pound or submit him at will.