Moody: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Page 13

“And you love me?” I roll her nipple under my thumb, making her quiver.

  “Yes.” The word comes out as a desperate plea.

  “Then spend the rest of your life with me. Be my wife.”

  Her arms wrap around my neck, mouth crushing mine in a hungry desperate kiss.

  She doesn’t answer me yes or no, and I can’t help that tinge of frustration and jealousy that bites at me.

  I hate the thoughts that come unbidden. Jason Reagan was good enough to marry her, but I’m not. I try to press the jealousy down, and focus on what’s important. Izzy.

  Devouring her mouth, my tongue pushes and teases her, knowing despite her refusal, no man has ever satisfied her that way I do. And no man ever will.

  Hunger seems to drive her kiss, her touch. And despite the fervency of it, I only feel a slight twinge of pain as her hands grip my shirt and lift it over my head. She shimmies out of her pants, and panties, then quickly discards of her shirt and bra, so that she’s standing fully naked in front of me. Her eyes are on me, hot and needy.

  Soft fingers trail down my chest, over the bruises. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I take her hand, placing her palm over my heart. “This is the only thing you can hurt, sweetheart.”

  “How do you do that?” She exhales heavily.

  “What?”

  “Be both hard and soft at the same time.”

  I chuckle, pressing my hips against hers, so that she can feel the full length of my waiting erection. “Trust me, I’m fully hard.”

  She laughs, fingers reaching for my waistband and pulling my shorts and boxers over my hips, so that my cock springs free.

  Her fingertips brush against me, then grip the length, making my balls rock hard.

  “Sit,” she orders, glancing at one of the kitchen chairs.

  I raise my brows at her.

  “I need to examine you.” There’s a playful little smile on her face, one that mixes with a slight blush.

  “Examine away, doctor.” I sit down, my fully erect cock stretching up to meet her as she parts my thighs and kneels between them.

  She pulls the elastic from her hair, allowing the blonde waves to cascade over her shoulder, and draping her perfect breasts.

  Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as her gaze rests on my cock, and I swear I nearly come just from that one look.

  Hell, but the woman drives me insane with desire.

  She presses a small kiss to the head, fingers gripping the base, her other hand resting on my thigh for balance. My cock twitches in her hand, bobbing towards her lips like it has a mind of its own, and I see her small smile as she obeys it, taking every hard inch into her mouth until the head is pressed deep at the back of her throat.

  I moan, shoving my hands in her hair.

  Her mouth is pure fucking bliss. Those sweet lips are stretched around me, blue eyes trained on mine, as she continues to stroke my cock, deeper, harder, faster.

  Holy hell.

  The sensation is so good it’s almost painful, and I know if I don’t stop her, I’ll be coming in her mouth in seconds.

  “Sweetheart, I can’t take much more,” I rasp.

  Her mouth, still full of my cock, tilts up in a smile, then she’s pulling back, releasing me with a suctioning pop.

  She stands, straddling my hips, then slowly sinks down onto the hard length of my erection.

  The feeling of her hot, tight pussy wrapped around my cock makes my release no easier to control, and I have to clench my eyes shut, and exhale slowly to regain what little self-control I have left.

  Her hands are on my shoulders, breasts pressed against my chest, mouth just inches from mine, and every cell in my body is screaming in fucking ecstasy.

  My hands go to her hips, guiding her motions as she rides me in the middle of her kitchen.

  Her kiss is desperate, frantic almost, like she’s trying to prove a point. But what it is I have no idea.

  She rocks against me at a faster pace. For some reason she needs the control, and I give it to her, letting her lead, helping her milk the orgasm she’s so desperate for.

  Her head tilts back, and breasts thrust forward. I capture one between my lips, sucking the hard nipple until she’s crying out.

  She claws at me, spurring on my primal hunger. My name is a desperate cry from her lips as she reaches her climax, pussy clenching around me in a series of clenching spasms that grip my cock.

  Hips rock against mine, muscles clenching around me. The movement wrenches a ragged moan from my lips. Her moans unravel the last little bit of control I have and I’m spilling inside her.

  She shudders, fingers tangling in my hair.

  “Oh. My. God,” she says breathlessly, head resting in the nook of my neck.

  I run my hands over her back, her skin warm and slick with sweat.

  “Did I hurt you?” she mumbles, drowsily. “I should move.”

  When she doesn’t make any attempt, I chuckle. “I like you here.”

  “We just had sex in my kitchen.” She laughs softly, burying herself deeper into me.

  I ignore the pain the movement causes, only wanting to feel her closer.

  “I think that’s three rooms down.”

  “And a hallway.”

  I kiss the top of her head. “I still haven’t had that shower with you.”

  “Or a bath.” She looks up, eyes still hazy with the aftermath of her orgasm, and I can see her fading before me.

  “You’re exhausted.”

  She rests her head on my shoulder and gives a small nod. “I haven’t slept much lately.”

  Because of me. She doesn’t have to say it, but I know I’m the reason.

  Grunting through the pain, I stand, scooping her up in my arms.

  I know how tired she really is when she doesn’t protest.

  Laying her in bed, I lie down next to her, pulling the blanket around us, and grin when her arms snake around my chest.

  Her touch makes everything, my injuries, the shit with Griffin, even the fact that I may never fight again, all seem irrelevant.

  Chapter 28

  Izzy

  Moody’s heavy arm draped over my chest, and his soft snores are what wake me.

  He grunts when I push on him, trying to break free of his Goliath-like grip. But just when I think I’m about to break free, he pulls me back against him, and rolls on top of me, trapping me under his hulking frame.

  “Good morning,” he says, eyes still squinting from the sunlight pouring through the drapes. “What time is it?”

  “Time I get to work.” I push at his chest and he grunts, but doesn’t move.

  “I thought you had today off.” His mouth dips to claim mine, his kiss soft and inviting, and I feel my body temperature spike about ten degrees. “I thought we could spend the day together.” His hand trails down my hip and I tremble. “Do some normal couple stuff.”

  “Which I assume means have sex.”

  “That too.” He kisses the tip of my nose, hand still roaming.

  Despite the heat that warms my core, I wiggle under him until I’m free.

  “Kate asked me to cover her shift,” I lie, rolling out of bed and looking away.

  Moody studies me, and I swear he can see right through the plan I’m conspiring.

  With a heavy sigh, he gets out of bed. Gloriously and unashamedly naked he stretches, then starts out of the bedroom.

  “Where are you going?” I laugh, his perfectly sculpted ass distracting me from my earlier thoughts.

  “To find my clothes.” He grins over his shoulder, then disappears around the corner.

  I take a deep breath and follow him.

  He’s got his shorts on and is pulling his t-shirt over his head when I meet him in the kitchen.

  “I need to go get my car from the warehouse. Would you mind dropping me off on your way to work?”

  Despite it being in the opposite direction of where I’m going, I nod, not wanting to make him anymore suspicious.


  “Thanks.” He leans down and presses a kiss on my cheek, then grabs his duffle bag and starts for the door.

  “You’re pushing yourself to hard,” I say, when I get in the car.

  “I heal fast.” He shrugs, cradling his bruised ribs with one hand and stretches his legs out in the passenger seat. “We seriously need to buy you a bigger car.”

  “I like my Sentra.” I laugh. Even with the seat all the way back, his knees touch the glove compartment. “It’s good on gas.”

  When we pull up to his truck, I glance around the warehouse parking lot nervously. I don’t know why, but I almost expect Jason to be hiding somewhere. It’s an absurd fear, but then like he said, I really don’t know what he’s capable of.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Moody asks, taking my hand and threading our fingers.

  “Yeah. But I’m going to be late for work if you don’t get out of my car.”

  He chuckles. “All right. Call me when you can.”

  I nod, holding the forced smile on my face until he turns and gets into his truck. When he starts to pull away, I let out the breath I was holding.

  Chapter 29

  Moody

  Back at my apartment, I plug my phone into its charger, then jump in the shower. The damn thing is beeping like crazy when I get out.

  I scan through two days’ worth of texts, eyes narrowing when I see both Jason and Griffin’s names displayed. They’re the last two people that I want to deal with right now.

  Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I head to the gym.

  Theo’s sitting in the office when I arrive, head buried in a shitload of paperwork.

  “You should get a secretary for that stuff.” I shut the door behind me.

  Theo doesn’t smile, just points at a chair for me to sit, then leans back, lips pursed. “I’ve been on the phone all morning with Fitz.”

  “And?”

  “And they’re going to go ahead with the fight.”

  Mixed emotions grip me.

  “You going to be ready?” Theo asks, studying me.

  “It’ll be at least a week before I can train, but yeah I’ll be ready.”

  He gives a slow nod, exhaling heavily. “Good. Listen, we need to–”

  “You’re not going to get all hormonal on me, are you? Cause I’m not sure I can handle a talk”–I make air quotes–“right now.”

  “I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing.” He puts a hand up when I start to argue. “I’m not talking about Izzy. Shit, you know I get it. But you’ve got a good thing here. You’re just about to break through. This fight could guarantee you a championship match.”

  I rub the back of my neck, knowing he’s right. But things have changed. I’ve changed.

  “Izzy told me what happened between you and Griffin.” Theo watches me. “I understand why you’ve been holding back. But this is your career. What you’ve worked your ass off for. I don’t understand why you’re willing to throw it all away.”

  “She deserves better.” The words slip free before I can contain them. There it is. Out in the open.

  Theo tilts his head, and a smirks forms on his lips. “Better than a world champion?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “No. I don’t.” He places his palms behind his neck and leans back, brows furrowed. “If I’m honest, I don’t think this has anything to do with fighting, or your job, or even about how much money you have. It’s about you.”

  “So now you’re my therapist?” I growl out, not liking where the conversation is going.

  Theo shrugs, ignoring my comment. “You want to know the truth?”

  “Not really.”

  “I think you’re scared.”

  “Of what?”

  “That one day she’ll realize what a worthless piece of garbage you really are.”

  “Careful.”

  “Tell me the thought doesn’t eat away at you every time you’re with her?”

  I can’t. Because he’s right. My chest constricts painfully and I have to look away.

  “She deserves better,” I grumble.

  “Maybe.” Theo sighs. “But if she does, it isn’t for the reasons you think.”

  My gaze snaps to his. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You really think that woman gives two shits how much money you make?”

  I scrub my fingers over my eyes. “No.”

  “We’ve been friends a long time. I’ve seen you risk your neck over and over again for others. Never thinking about yourself. At first, I thought it was because you had a hero complex, but I’m starting to realize it’s because you don’t value your own life.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but nothing comes out.

  He’s right.

  Theo smiles sadly. “You’re not the worthless piece of shit you think you are. Once you realize that, then you’ll deserve her.”

  Silence hangs between us as I take in his words.

  A soft knock on the door breaks the tension.

  “Am I interrupting something?” Mac comes in with Logan perched on her hip.

  The minute the kid sees me she squirms in her mother’s arms to get to me.

  “Uncle Moody,” she squeals, jumping up on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “Hey, princess. How’s my girl?” I have to hold back a groan when her knee spears me in the ribs.

  She giggles, then starts chattering so fast I can barely understand every third word.

  I don’t miss the look that passes between Mac and Theo. Obviously, they’ve been talking about me.

  Mac places a hand on my shoulder. “I was wondering if you wanted to bring Izzy over for dinner sometime this week.”

  I give Mac a grateful smile. “I’ll check with her and get back to you.”

  She nods, then pulls Logan off me, and glances back at Theo. “We’re just going to the park and wanted to know if you could join us.”

  Theo looks at me as if he’s not sure if he should leave.

  “Go. Have fun with your family. I’ll be fine.”

  Theo gives a crisp nod.

  I watch as the three of them walk out of the gym. Logan on Theo’s shoulders, Mac looking up at the two of them like they’re the sun and the moon. That’s what I want with Izzy. What she deserves. What I deserve.

  My cell buzzes in my pocket. Another text from Griffin.

  We need to talk.

  I’m outside the gym.

  Fuck. Gritting my back teeth, I hesitate, then write a quick response.

  Coming out.

  I pinch my eyes shut and rub my temples. After the shit he said to me in the ring, I’m not sure why he wants to meet. Unless he wants to take another shot at me. If that’s the case, he’s in for a rude awakening, because I’m done being his punching bag.

  Griffin is leaning against my truck when I come around the corner of the building. His face looks as messed up as mine, but I don’t remember hitting him hard enough to cause those injuries.

  “You here to ream me out some more?’

  He kicks the gravel with his boot, arms crossed over his chest. “I came to apologize.”

  Of all the things I expect him to say, that’s not one of them.

  “Yeah? For what?” I cross my arms, mirroring his stance.

  He sucks his lips over his teeth and looks away, a deep frown pulling his brows down. “I got your message after the fight.”

  “And?”

  “Jason played us against each other.”

  “No shit,” I say sarcastically.

  “I didn’t know you’d cut a deal with him. I thought–” He winces and looks down. “Jason came to me with a chance to pay off my debt. One fight. He didn’t tell me it was you until just before.” He drags his hands through his hair. “He put these ideas in my head. About you and–”

  “And you believed him.”

  “I don’t know. I wanted to. Wanted to hate you. To blame someone other than myself for what a
screw-up I’ve become. When I saw you with Izzy the other night, I lost it.”

  I shove my hands in my pocket, my jaw tightening, teeth clenching as guilt creeps up unbridled. “You have every right to blame me.”

  He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “I think that’s what bothers me the most. That you actually blame yourself for everything. Like it’s all your fault somehow.”

  “It is. If I hadn’t–”

  “Bullshit.” His voice echoes across the parking lot. “I made my own fucked up choices. You think that money I owed was really just medical expenses?”

  I narrow my eyes and watch as he starts to pace, beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

  “There weren’t any failed business plans either.” He stops and leans against the truck, eyes pinched shut.

  “Then what did you need the money for?”

  “Pills.”

  I swallow hard, seeing the pain in his expression, the humiliation and fear.

  “What kind of pills?”

  “Vicodin. Percocet. It started as just a few a day, for the pain. Then it turned into ten, twenty, sometimes thirty.”

  “Shit, Griffin.”

  “I tried to stop. I’m trying to stop.” He drags a hand through his hair again, and I see it now, the hollow eyes, gaunt features, the desperation that mars his features. “I was so jacked up the night of the fight, I’m not sure if I would have stopped if Theo hadn’t pulled me off of you.”

  I’m pretty sure that was Jason’s plan.

  “We’ll get you the help you need.”

  “I haven’t taken a thing since.” There’s a noticeable tremor when he holds his hands out. “And I won’t. Ever again. I’m checking myself into rehab today. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. I just wanted to come and say I was sorry and to thank you for what you were willing to do for me.”

  I nod, not trusting my voice.

  “You’ll tell Izzy for me? Tell her how fucking sorry I am?”

  “Yeah.”

  He nods, the muscle in his jaw bouncing. “I always knew you two were half in love with each other. It pissed me off. Probably because I selfishly thought I’d lose you both.” He huffs and shakes his head. “I guess I lost you anyways.”