Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance Read Free

his balls. He needs to toughen up his sack is all.”
    Snickers run around the room. Sammy’s face turns bright red in a mix of anger and embarrassment. He’s already dripping blood all over the floor from his mouth and nose so I don’t know what else he has to be embarrassed about.
    “Good,” Vinnie says and turns, breaking his standoff with Tony.
    Vinnie clasps a hand on my shoulder and his grip is like a vice digging into the nerves under my collarbone.
    “Calm your shit, boy,” he whispers in my ear, shaking me hard before letting go.
    The tension drains from the room and people return to their drinks. Conversation fills the room and people move on their way. I grab a glass to pretend I’m drinking and then scan the crowd for LeAnne. There! The door to the stairs up is closing and I catch a flash of her dress. My dick hardens uncomfortably. I work my way through the crowd getting stopped more than I want to but I play their game. Listen to their jokes, nod along with their words. At last I’m at the door and the room is drunk enough they won’t miss me. I look around to make sure no one is paying attention, then I slip through.
    The stairs at the back are darker than sin. They lead to a suite of apartments that are empty unless someone’s laying low. I make my way up the steps in the dark following the light scent of her perfume. It lingers on the air and my cock throbs with need as I take the steps two at a time. The faster I go the stronger her scent is. As I reach the top of the stairs I smell her, the musk of her sex. My balls are tight knots of pulsing need as I all but run to the first apartment door. I push it open but I’m greeted by an empty room.
    “LeAnne?” I call sniffing the air.
    The smell isn’t here. Damn it she’s making a game. My dick is so hard it fucking hurts and she’s making a game of it. Back in the hall there are three more apartments she could be in. All of the doors are closed, giving no clues so I close my eyes and follow my nose. The scent of her sex and perfume draws me in. I trace it like some kind of goddamn blood hound until I reach the last door on the right. I grab the handle and throw the door open.
    “About time,” LeAnne says smiling.
    Fuck she’s beautiful. Auburn hair hangs to her shoulders in easy waves. Her perfectly round face, pouty lips that I want wrapped around my cock, small nose and those big, bright, shiny eyes. My gaze trails down the lines of her neck. She’s wearing a slinky sequined dress that hugs her curves leaving her legs bare. One hand rests on her hip, her shoulder leans against the door frame across from me, her other hand is drifting idly up and down her leg under the hem of her dress lifting it just enough to tantalize. My eyes are jerked to that fleeting glimpse of her intimacy and I’m unable to tear away.
    “Wasn’t easy getting free,” I say.
    “Oh… I thought I was worth it,” she says as her dress comes up high enough I see she doesn’t have panties on.
    Her eyes are on the bulge in my pants and her pink tongue darts out wetting her lips. My cock spasms in response and I feel stickiness on my underwear. It takes all my willpower to keep from running to her and fucking her.
    “More,” I growl, staring at her legs and middle.
    “More? This?” she teases, and the dress drifts up just enough I can see she’s shaved down to a small strip then it’s hidden from view again.
    “Yes,” my voice is hoarse.
    “Your turn,” she says staring at my bulge.
    I shake my head. “This is stupid. Vinnie’s downstairs, fuck everyone is down there.”
    “True,” she says smiling.
    I undo the snap on my pants then lower the zipper. Her eyes follow and her tongue rests on her lips. I move slowly enjoying the drag of my hand across my silk boxers pressing onto my cock.
    “More,” she says licking her lips.
    “Uh-uh, your turn,” I say.
    She turns so her back is against the door frame but she’s angled towards me. Both hands lower