Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance Read Online Free
Author: Marci Fawn
leans on the door frame, winking at me. Tall, dark, and handsome. Also arrogant, selfish, and an entitled fuck if there ever was one. Philip and Susan are standing two feet away from us and he is mouthing obscenities to me behind his father's back. I see him push his tongue into his cheek and throw a nod to me then, the least subtle hint I've ever seen.
Fuck no. Even if my body demands that I give in and do whatever he wants me to do. My body still remembers even if my mind doesn’t want to.
Lee was the best-looking guy in school. I should have seen the prank coming when he invited me to the prom, but I didn't. Young girls believe what they want to believe. Sue me. And he was so cute . At least that's what my diary from those days says.
He said all the right things, joked, played with my hair. For a while I believed he really liked me. And I fell like an apple from the tree right into his lap. Literally. The image is still clear in my mind.
I remember him sitting under the tree, watching the view. He'd taken his dad's car and I was impressed. He drove me up to this secluded platform and I should have picked up the clues, but, hey, I was clueless then. The next thing I knew I was in his lap, grinding down on his cock, letting him rip my dress. I was so excited I could barely breathe.
Lee carried me back to the car and would you believe at the time I thought it was romantic? Then he threw me into the back seat, which I thought was awesome and manly. He took me from behind like a real gentleman, pulling my hair and, honestly, hurting me as much as giving me the best orgasm I’ve ever had to this day.
But I thought it was supposed to work that way so I screamed for him and that's how I lost my virginity. Then he stopped calling. Stand-up guy, this one.
And here I am, wanting him to do it all over again.
No. For God's sake, how does that man reduce me back to a horny teenager with just one look?
I had such a crush on him back then. In the years after that I sometimes thought about him—all right, maybe a little more than sometimes—but I intended it to be nostalgic . From the bottom of my heart, I really believed that if I ever saw the arrogant fucker again, I'd tell him to fuck off. Now the words that come to mind are fuck me , fuck yes and fuck in general.
"I should have told you sooner, I'm sorry," Aunt Susan is saying.
Oh yeah, they're still here. I'd forgotten, due to being eye-fucked by the most irritatingly gorgeous man alive. High school crushes... why can't they stay in high school ?
"I told Susan it wasn't good to drop it on you like this," Philip agrees, apologetic. "It's big news."
Yes. Yes, it is big news. So Susan's getting freaking married again , apparently. I tear my eyes off of Lee, who's looking at me like he’s going to rip my clothes off the second he gets me alone. I shake my head clear, focusing back on Susan and Philip. They're the reason why I'm here. I'm a grown-up woman, I can prioritize, even in the face of Lee Mason.
I hope.
"No, no, really," I say, directing my response to Philip more than Susan. "It's okay by me, honestly. You seem very nice and I can see that my Aunt is happier than I remember her being in a long time. I was surprised, that's all."
They exchange a happy look now, while Lee is smirking behind them, mockingly bowing to me. That son of a bitch. I don't even dare to take a step further out of fear my legs won't carry me. Damn him for igniting every fantasy I've ever had about him in one instant. Of course it's my own damn fault for fantasizing about him all those years, but hey. If you saw him, you'd understand. No court would ever rule against me.
I am led to the dining room and assured that I have no more surprises to expect that evening. I choose not to tell them that their upcoming marriage—while big news any other day—ranks only third in my surprises for today. Right after Ricky and Lee. Or Lee and Ricky.
I am very thankful that they don't leave me alone
Fuck no. Even if my body demands that I give in and do whatever he wants me to do. My body still remembers even if my mind doesn’t want to.
Lee was the best-looking guy in school. I should have seen the prank coming when he invited me to the prom, but I didn't. Young girls believe what they want to believe. Sue me. And he was so cute . At least that's what my diary from those days says.
He said all the right things, joked, played with my hair. For a while I believed he really liked me. And I fell like an apple from the tree right into his lap. Literally. The image is still clear in my mind.
I remember him sitting under the tree, watching the view. He'd taken his dad's car and I was impressed. He drove me up to this secluded platform and I should have picked up the clues, but, hey, I was clueless then. The next thing I knew I was in his lap, grinding down on his cock, letting him rip my dress. I was so excited I could barely breathe.
Lee carried me back to the car and would you believe at the time I thought it was romantic? Then he threw me into the back seat, which I thought was awesome and manly. He took me from behind like a real gentleman, pulling my hair and, honestly, hurting me as much as giving me the best orgasm I’ve ever had to this day.
But I thought it was supposed to work that way so I screamed for him and that's how I lost my virginity. Then he stopped calling. Stand-up guy, this one.
And here I am, wanting him to do it all over again.
No. For God's sake, how does that man reduce me back to a horny teenager with just one look?
I had such a crush on him back then. In the years after that I sometimes thought about him—all right, maybe a little more than sometimes—but I intended it to be nostalgic . From the bottom of my heart, I really believed that if I ever saw the arrogant fucker again, I'd tell him to fuck off. Now the words that come to mind are fuck me , fuck yes and fuck in general.
"I should have told you sooner, I'm sorry," Aunt Susan is saying.
Oh yeah, they're still here. I'd forgotten, due to being eye-fucked by the most irritatingly gorgeous man alive. High school crushes... why can't they stay in high school ?
"I told Susan it wasn't good to drop it on you like this," Philip agrees, apologetic. "It's big news."
Yes. Yes, it is big news. So Susan's getting freaking married again , apparently. I tear my eyes off of Lee, who's looking at me like he’s going to rip my clothes off the second he gets me alone. I shake my head clear, focusing back on Susan and Philip. They're the reason why I'm here. I'm a grown-up woman, I can prioritize, even in the face of Lee Mason.
I hope.
"No, no, really," I say, directing my response to Philip more than Susan. "It's okay by me, honestly. You seem very nice and I can see that my Aunt is happier than I remember her being in a long time. I was surprised, that's all."
They exchange a happy look now, while Lee is smirking behind them, mockingly bowing to me. That son of a bitch. I don't even dare to take a step further out of fear my legs won't carry me. Damn him for igniting every fantasy I've ever had about him in one instant. Of course it's my own damn fault for fantasizing about him all those years, but hey. If you saw him, you'd understand. No court would ever rule against me.
I am led to the dining room and assured that I have no more surprises to expect that evening. I choose not to tell them that their upcoming marriage—while big news any other day—ranks only third in my surprises for today. Right after Ricky and Lee. Or Lee and Ricky.
I am very thankful that they don't leave me alone
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