Bruiser: A Lonely Housewife Embarks on a Passionate Affair with an Alpha Male MMA Fighter Read Free Page A

opportunity to get out of the house and interact with adults again – in fact, she loved taking classes at the karate center herself. Back when she’d been at college, she’d dated a guy who did MMA, and sparring with him had been exciting, fun and sexy. The classes at BB Martial Arts Center reminded her of those days.
    But what had happened tonight – that electric exchange between her and Brandon. That had been something else .
    That had awoken feelings in her that she hadn’t felt for a long time. Certainly not since long before she’d met Clark. She hadn’t felt like that since her college boyfriend.
    Ava shivered again.
    And then a wild and reckless impulse over took her.
    Glancing around the darkened corridor guiltily, Ava started peeling off her clothes – kind of like she did every night before bed.
    But, this time, she crept back downstairs, into the living room.
    Tossing her pants on the floor, and peeling herself out of her tank top, she flopped down on the couch in nothing but her panties.
    Then, closing her eyes, she slid a hand down over her belly, and under the elastic waistband of her panties.
    In her head, she remembered the exchange she’d had with Brandon. The hug.
    The feeling of his big, powerful body wrapped around hers. The feel of his huge hands on her shoulders. The intense look in his eyes and he looked down at her, about to pucker his lips for a kiss.
    Groaning, Ava imagined what it would feel like for his lips to press against hers.
    And, as she pictured that, she slid her hand into her panties, and her fingertips slid through her pubic hair, until they found the lips of her pussy.
    Ava lay on the couch, imagining making out with Brandon, and slithered her fingers between the lips of her pussy. She was already wet.
    Swirling her fingertips around her clitoris, Ava imagined more… The feeling of Brandon’s weight, crushing down on top of her. The feel of his skin under her palm – that delightful combination of hard muscle and soft, meaty bulk.
    “Huuuungh…”
    God, she hadn’t… y’know… touched herself in years. But at the thought of what might have been… She couldn’t stop herself.
    Ava imagined everything… The thought of pulling that sweat t-shirt off over Brandon’s head. Of pulling off her yoga pants. Of the feel of cold vinyl under her bare ass as the big, bear-like man pinned her to the floor and thrust inside of her.
    “Fuuuuuck!”
    And, like that, Ava climaxed on the couch.
    Seconds later, as her heart stopped pounding, the housewife opened her eyes and found herself back in reality.
    Lying on the couch in her underwear, hand stuffed down her panties – the eyes of dozens of Marvel and DC superheroes silently judging her from the shelves above the fireplace.
    “ What ,” Ava murmured to herself, “has gotten into me?”

Chapter Eight
     
    Brandon
     
    With a groan, Brandon opened his eyes.
    “Yo! B!”
    Staring him right in the eye, just inches from his face, was his old friend Vinnie Del Priore.
    “Yo!” the Italian barked again, and then reached over and patted Brandon playfully on the cheek. “I’ve been trying to call you all morning. Where have you been?”
    Brandon yawned.
    He was sprawled out on the leather couch in the kid’s playroom of the karate center. The sunlight was streaming through the windows, and without glancing at his cell phone, Brandon guessed it was around eleven o’clock in the morning.
    “I was just taking a nap between classes,” the big man groaned, forcing himself to sit up. He scratched his head. “I didn’t sleep so well last night.”
    “Well, you look like shit, man.”
    And Vinnie Del Priore would know. He had some basis for comparison.
    A slick little sports promoter, Vinnie had represented Brandon through high school and college – setting him up with MMA bouts and matches all through sophomore through final year. About half the trophies lining the walls of Brandon’s office came as a result of bouts Vinnie