Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance Read Free

crowd, many of whom are coming down from the bleachers and climbing into the ring.  Sensing that this is probably my cue to leave, I turn around and head back toward the hallways.
    “Nuh, uh, uh.”  Somebody jumps down from the bleachers to block my path.  It’s a skinny guy with a long, scraggly beard.  “Not so fast.  You’re from the club, aren’t you?”
    “Um…yeah, and I was just heading back.  My friend’s waiting for me.”
    “You don’t have permission to be here, do you?”
    “Oh…uh…I didn’t know I needed permission.  There wasn’t a sign.  But I’m going now!”
    I try and move around the skinny guy, but he wraps his fingers tight around my wrist.  “So who told you about this place?  One of the guys out there?”
    I try to jerk my hand out of his grasp, but it’s like metal locked around my wrist.  “I found it on accident, asshole.  Let me go!”
    “Really?  You expect me to believe that?  No one finds this place on accident.”
    “Well, maybe you should move the girls’ bathroom so it doesn’t happen again.  Can I leave now?”
    I stretch toward the handle of the metal door, but I just can’t reach it.  I’m about to just kick this guy in the shin, but something tells me that that’s a very bad idea.  From the way he has his feet set, he’s probably an MMA fighter himself. 
    The skinny guy laughs, and I summon all my energy towards reaching for the metal door handle.  Suddenly, I hear him make a strangled yelping noise and feel him release my hand.  I fall over on my back, where I see my captor lying in a heap in the middle of the floor…and him standing over me.  The Beast himself. 
    I bounce up to my feet as fast as I can and try and think of something to say.  Thanks for saving me?  You were great out there?  Do you have a girlfriend?  All good choices, but for some reason I can’t seem to form any words at all.
    Finally, I manage to say “Thanks,” my voice cracking and several octaves too high.  Beast just stares back at me.  He’s dripping with sweat, his eyes are burning, and his chest is heaving like an animal’s.  I can’t tell whether he’s mad at me or just intense.
    Beast moves towards me, backing me up against the bleachers.  “I almost died because of you.”
    Uh oh.  He is mad.  “Sorry!  I’ve never seen a fight before, and I didn’t realize you could see me.”
    “Did Chainsaw’s people send you?” 
    “What?  No!  I just, uh, came from the club outside.  I didn’t know about any of this, I swear!”
    Beast’s pretty face looks into mine, trying to determine if I’m telling the truth.  “You almost got me punched in the cock.”
    Beast reaches down between his legs, wrapping his hand around the thick bulge that’s pushing his fighting shorts to the absolute limit.  I can’t help but stare at it, thick and strong-looking, just like the rest of him.  I know it’s not polite to blatantly stare at MMA fighters’ cocks, but I can’t help myself.  I want him to see me staring. 
    I don’t realize that I’m leaning into Beast until my breast bumps up against one of his arms.  Then, my face snaps up to his, and my body rests against him.  He still looks angry, but there’s something else there, too:  something raw, hungry, and wild. 
    Shouldn’t I be getting back to the club?  So why aren’t my legs moving?
    Beast’s hand moves up under my chin, tilting my face up so he can get a better view.  “That’s the look.  That’s the look you gave me when I was in the ring.  The one that almost got me killed.”
    I should leave.  I should find the club, take Gina with me, and go back to my nice, safe little world.  The only problem is that right now, I’m exactly the type of girl that Gina thinks I am.  A good girl who wants a bad boy to make her totally his.  Who wants to be ravaged.  Used.  Fucked.
    And Beast knows it.  I think he can literally smell my feelings.  I can feel his, brushing