CamdenHer fuckable lips scream for me to devour them again. One hand in her hair and one on the nape of her neck I'm ready to rip her clothes off and see the beauty of her bare body before me. Looking in-between us I stare at her tits, I have a thing for tits. Gritting my teeth I pull her top down, her breasts bouncing out. Leaning down I nip at the red bud, and her body arches into mine. Hate and sexual tension race through my veins, as my heart longs for her. I both hate and love her.How the hell is that possible?My cock presses into my jockstrap painfully, and I can't for the life of me wait another second to be inside of Tate.Letting go of her nipple, I trail my nose up the curve of her body until my lips reach her earlobe."Get on your fucking knees." I seethe.Not giving her a chance to respond, I shove her onto all fours, and I position myself right behind her. An unintelligible squeak leaves her lips and it's my undoing. Using both of my hands I hook my finge
20 Years OldCamdenSitting in the locker room I hear the announcers call my name. The girls cheering and screaming for me to come out. Wrapping my knuckles in red tape Thomas barrels through the door. He's been on edge for days, and it's starting to become contagious. I can feel the panic starting to spread through my chest. We've done this a dozen times, and each time we get a better fight for next time, but Thomas has it in his head that this fight might be the one to get me into the MFC."Kid, this is it. You take this guy down, you'll make the big leagues. There's big wigs in the crowd like you wouldn't believe!" his voice wavers with excitement.My lips curl into a smirk at his demeanor."You do this every fight, Thomas. Calm down will you, it's just like any other match."His eyes wide, as he stops my wrapping."No, this is the real deal. Potential sponsors, endorsements, people waiting to sign you and make you the next big thing."My heart skips a beat, the
TateJourney is bringing dad home today. Between her and I we put our money together so I could pick up some groceries for the house. The doctor said his cholesterol is through the roof, and is probably due to bad eating habits. I already lost one parent, I'm seeing to it that this one stays around for a bit longer. Looking through dad's fridge, there was nothing but soda and TV dinners. The cabinets weren't any better, they were packed with chips and jerky. I had to throw most of everything away. Chloe came shopping with me, wanting to catch up on things. I know she's going to ask about Camden, that's why I've been avoiding her. It's complicated."He likes sandwiches doesn't he?" Chloe asks, holding up deli meat and lettuce.I shrug. "I'm not sure, he used to."She gives a 'whatever' look and tosses them in the cart."I think as long as you stay away from deep fried stuff, and things loaded in fat and sugar, you'll be helping him," she informs."The doctor said grape
CamdenThis morning Thomas and Debs beat me to the gym and are in their office with the blinds closed. Normally I'd think they were screwing, but I hear them talking. Their tone's serious, but I can't make out what's being said.Grabbing some bungee cord, I tie it to one corner of the ring, and secure it to the other side. Getting the ring ready to run drills with Tate. "You screw her yet?" Chase slaps my back, climbing into the ring."Excuse me?" I stand up right, eyeing Chase with a deadly stare. I crack my knuckles, letting him know just how far I'm willing to go if he doesn't choose his next words carefully. "I'm just messing with ya. You've just had your head up that girls ass here lately I can't help but give you a heard time," he laughs, tugging at the bungee cords. "Keep talking and see if you don't get your ass kicked this morning." I lift my chin, my face warming with anger."Liked to see you try," he stretches casually, his cocky demeanor irritating. I wish
Shadow boxing myself to release some of this aggression Pinky steps up to the mat, his hand wrapped up like a taco. He's not wearing any gear, showing off his brown gelled hair. "Hey, I heard the news about Tate," he smiles a dopey grin. I eye his hand, my chest constricting with the urge to climb out of this ring and beat Chase within in inch of his life.Huffing, I climb down and grab the towel off his shoulder."You're hand going to be okay?" I ask concerned.He shrugs, looking away. "It's a risk being in the ring with you guys. I know that."If only he knew how much of a sadistic asshole Chase was, he wouldn't be so accepting."Don't spar with that pussy again, Pinky," I can't control the authority in my tone as I demand him to stay away from Chase."Why?" he looks at me with wide eyes.I inhale a breath, wondering myself why I'm getting in the middle of this. Maybe it's because Pinky is so young, and really needs someone to look out for him."Just, listen to me,
Camden21 Years OldThomas wraps my hands as I mentally prepare for the fight. I have no idea whom I'm fighting. Everything about this seems off."I don't know if I want to do this Thomas." He stalls, glancing at me with dazed eyes."It's just cold feet." Brushing my confession off he refocuses on my hands."Something seems off, this underground shit is too shady." I swallow hard, replaying all the paperwork I had to sign."You are being paid over five hundred thousand for just being here Camden. If you win, it's a million dollars and a contract for the MFC. Opportunity's don't just present themselves like this. Do you know what you can do with that kind of money son?I jerk my hand from him. "I know how much I'm being paid."A slight knock sounds at the door before it's pushed open and Silvia Machen walks in. Her black hair shining among the cheap lights."How is our number one fighter feeling?" She smiles, but it's fake. There's something about this woman that is to
Tate"Oh my god Tate, you can't wear that." Chloe's eyes bug out of her head as she looks me up and down. I'm wearing jeans and a black racer back tank top. I mean it's not a dress, but it's not what I wear to clean the house either. She's such a diva sometimes. I have no idea how we click like we do, we're so different."Where did he say he was taking you again?"Huffing I strip down to my bra and panties. Frustrated with what to wear."He didn't say. Which is more torture than surprising because now I'm stuck with do I dress up or not.""Hmmm." Chloe ruffles through my bags of clothes, tossing exercise clothes left and right as if they're trash themselves. "Just as I thought, you're going to need my wardrobe." She stands up, holding the bag I had my clothes in. She went through all my clothes and none of them are to her liking. I owned two dresses that Chloe would have probably approved of, and they sit in the closet in my dorm room with tags on them. "I'm not wearing y
CamdenTate is looking out the window, her face lit up and eyes bright. She looks like a little kid on her first airplane and I can't take my eyes off of her. Kaley really went all out getting me these tickets. I don't know how she got a private jet, and I'm not sure I want to. I know I can't afford it. I'm broke. I made sure to spend damn near every dime I had trying to bury myself and hinder my celebrity profile as much as I could. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Snapping from my thoughts I mask a smile."Seeing that you got your first fight booked, I want you to see what it's like in the ring up close," I explain."You're taking me to a cage fight!" Her face stoic, I can't help but chuckle."Yes, I pulled a few strings and got us tickets."She grabs my hand, and squeezes it tenderly. My brows furrow as I look down at our hands interlocked. The soft gesture hitting me in the chest and bringing every single feeling I ever had for Tate to the surface.
Seven months laterI watch Camden fight in the ring. His body is sweaty, his muscles bulging as he circles the ring. He's the sexiest thing I've seen. We've been training side by side every day for the last six months. We found a trainer in LA and flew them to Chicago to prepare Camden and I. Camden for this fight, and I have a fight next month in Detroit. WE are doing it, we are making dreams come true. We just had to have each other to make it happen.The crowd is going wild, chanting Camden's name as he takes Jake the Snake to the ground. I stand on my toes my fingers crossed as I watch Camden. Camden still as he straddles Jake on the floor. He looks to the side, looking for me. His extra push.I shove past the MFC crew and into the stage lights where he can see me. I give my nod, and it's all he needs. He flips Jake into a Rear Naked Choke hold and Jake instantly taps out. Camden jumps to his feet in victory."YOU DID IT!!" I scream jumping up and down in my spot. Ca
One week later.CamdenHitting the bag I display I don't have cage rust, and can still fight. My new coach watches pensively, his eyes narrowed with focus. His name is Les and he's fifty-three years old, and a retired MMA fighter. He's strict, but has a lot of respect for the sport. "You definitely have a strong hit, Camden. Let's see what you have when it comes to grappling." Les points at a man standing outside the ring. "Camden, this is Franklin, he's going to be your own living breathing punching bag."Franklin is the same height as me, looks to be the same age. Only difference is he has a bleach blond pretty boy haircut, and an eagle tattooed on his chest. He'll be a good sparring buddy, but he's not Pinky. I should refer Pinky here, he'd have a much better outcome and he could be my personal sparring partner.Until then, this guy will have to do.Franklin tries to grab me and I turn on my feet putting him into a choke hold. He's not very quick, and doesn't seem very
TateThe next day I grab everything I have on The Underground, and shove it into an unmarked envelope. NDA, Rules, Plane ticket, all of it.Stamping the dorms address on the front, I drop it off at the post office and await for Keegan to get it.I may not be able to say a word about The Underground but what is stopping some college student who is looking for her shot at a news anchor position from getting some anonymous tip?The Underground hurt someone I love, and who knows how many people died after being put in the cage like savage animals. It has to stop.CamdenLying in bed I stare up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of trying to get back in the octagon keeping me up.I didn't kill Chase, so maybe I can get back in the game.The thought circles in my mind like a horror show on repeat. Tate stirs next to me and I move my arm off of her, nervous I'm putting too much weight on her."Can't sleep?" she mumbles half asleep. I furrow my brows in thought."Do you th
TateThree Days LaterI lay in Camden's bed, my body aching from head to toe. The second day was the worst when it came to pain, and each day gets better but I still hurt. My bruises are black and purple and look horrible. Breathing is still a chore with it comes to my ribs too. It's going to take some time to heal from this one.My hands under my chin, I stare at the half empty duffle bag sitting on the floor across the room. I paid Dad's debt and the house. He doesn't know, and I don't plan on telling him. I'm hoping he just thinks the banks gave up trying to get money. If I told him I took care of everything he'd think of it as a handout when in reality I'm trying to keep us together. My family is too fragile to lose something so sentimental. It would break us all over again if we lost the house.Fingers walk up my spine, as Camden lays next to me on his bed. The hairs on my neck raise from the tickle they leave behind."How do you feel?" he whispers in my ear. His brea
TateCamden and I sit in the back of the car on the way to the air-port. I made Debs get her own ride in fear of me killing her before we reached the air-port. Upon leaving The Underground I can feel Camden's concern and worry dissipating into anger.He's going to be mad, but I'm just glad he knows."I can't believe you gave up the contract after all that," Camden mutters under his breath as he stares out the window."It was the right thing to do," I reply, looking at my feet.His head whips in my direction. His face turning into a blistering red."The right thing to do was to tell me about it! You lied! You fucking betrayed me... AGAIN!" I swallow, tears threatening to spill from bloodshot eyes. My heart beats against my chest in panic, looking for the words to defend my actions but they're lost. Every excuse floating in my head so fast I can't grab on to one."I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you weren't completely honest with me either-" I cry."I've been complete
CamdenMy untapped fists drive into Chase's face one after another. So much anger and rage release through each it, I can't fucking stop.Each hit ricocheting from my knuckles up my wrist and forearm, the sound of skin against skin fueling me toward dominating this mother fucker.Nobody lays a hand on my woman.It's just monster against beast now.He struggles trying to block my hits but his weak attempts are no match for my experience.His legs come up trying to wrap around me and I anchor myself on top of him, he's not going anywhere.My vision turns red as rage takes over my original intent of being in this fucking cage. I came to protect Tate, but being in this ring the beast wants out. A feral roar rips up my throat as I grab hold of Chase's head ready to snap his life into nothing. Chase's mangled faces blurs into Bret's and I clinch my eyes shut. "You know what I think you're problem is? You're stuck in the past and can't move forward Camden. You have to forg
CamdenPissed that Tate hasn't even texted me back I throw the fucking phone across the gym as a roar erupts through my throat."Dude, what the fuck?" Cate lifts her hands up as she eyes my shattered phone.Swiping my hands through my hair I exhale an angry breath."I can't find Tate anywhere and she's not answering her phone." I inform frantically. I know she didn't leave town because all of her stuff is still at mine and her dads place. So where the fuck is she?Cate's eyes flick to the left way too quickly. Her part mouth and sudden tension telling me she knows something."Do you know where she is?" I ask more aggressively than I intended.She rubs at her forehead."Look, I heard Debs and Tate talking the other day and I heard she was fighting in a place in Nashville Tennessee-""A fight?" I step forward my heart skipping a beat. I didn't hear anything about a fight, surely Tate would have told me, why would she not?"Yeah, an underground one or something. I thou
TateThree weeks come and go. It's not been easy keeping this from Camden or my family. It's killing me. I feel like shit, and have almost told Camden on more than one occasion, but then I fear maybe something bad would happen to them if they did know. Thankfully with all the training I've been doing with Camden, and fucking, his mission of trying to figure out what I'm hiding as faded. I love being close to Camden when were naked and in bed, but it's a mere band aid to the guilt eating me from the inside out. Paranoia has me on edge, and constantly angry.I can't keep doing this. I'm going to tell Camden when I get back. I have to. I love him and don't want this to come between us. I don't want to lose him again. Not over this."You ready?" Debs asks grabbing her suitcase from the conveyer belt. The sound of airplanes and idle chit chat from the airport near deafening.I inhale a ragged breath and grab my bags as well."As I'll ever be."Nashville is hot, and ... full o
TateLooking over the NDA my head spins. Party A, and provisions all sounding the same. "Do I get a copy of this?" I ask thumbing the pages that seem to go on forever."Yes." Debs huffs giving me more papers to read and sign. "Just make sure you keep it in a vault or locked up. Silvia is not joking around when it comes to disclosure."Sitting back in the gyms chair I exhale looking over the paper's again. "This seems sketchy, illegal even. Does the MFC know about it?" I look up at Debs who is biting her nails."I don't know, who cares. It gets you to the top and us rich," she quips.I hate her outlook. There is more to the game then getting rich. "What about respect?" I ask.She eyes me like I'm crazy, and that's how I know we are of a different breed. After this fight, I think I need to find another coach.The doors to the gym open, blowing posters along the wall everywhere.Someone's here. Quickly I push my copy of the NDA and rules in my gym bag and stand