A Taboo Collection

“I’m fine,” she called, her voice cracking on the end. She pushed at me, and although I would have said fuck it concerning her brother and finishing out what dirty things we were doing in here, I respected her desire to get the fuck away from me.

I watched her bend over to pull up her shorts and panties, and I tilted my head to the side to stare at her bare ass, consumed by the fact I could see her pussy lips.

“Damn girl,” I said and grabbed my cock, feeling it wet from her cunt juices. I groaned as I stroked myself.

She looked over her shoulder at me, “You’re a dirty bastard,” she said, but I could see her smile. She turned fully around and glanced down at where I still jerked myself off.

“Pull your shorts up. If my brother comes in and sees you with your dick out he’ll pull that third limb right off of your body.”

I grinned at her sassiness.

I forced myself to pull my shorts up, and although I knew what would go down when that door was opened and Rowdy came in, I could say those two thrusts were well worth it.

I wanted more of her, and I wasn’t about to just walk away.

Violet

My heart was beating so fast and hard it was painful. I stood there at the door, knowing my brother was right outside, and that if he came in here he’d go ape-shit crazy.

“I’m fine, Rowdy. I’m just freshening up. I’ll meet you out front.” I was pretty sure he had no clue I was in here with this fighter, because if he did he’d for sure have beaten the damn door down.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked again. “I thought I heard you talking in there.”

I glanced at the guy I didn’t know … the guy I’d just let put his dick in me unprotected.

You’re so fucking stupid.

“I was on my phone. I’ll meet you out front.” I held my breath, and after a second finally hear Rowdy walk away. Sagging, and not realizing how tense I had actually been, I looked at the fighter again. He looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world, that my brother couldn’t have caught us.

“God, what in the hell am I doing?” I said to myself and rubbed a hand over my face. I was still so aroused, my pussy wet, my nipples hard, and the need to have his huge cock in me making me feel all fuzzy. God, when he’d first shoved all those thick inches into me, it felt as though I was going to split right in half. To say he filled me up was an understatement.

“I have to go,” I finally said, gave him one last look, and went to the door. I unlocked it, but the feeling of his hand on my lower back stopped me.

“I’m Malachi.” His warm breath teased the back of my ear. “And this isn’t over with,” he said in a deep voice right by my ear.

I forced myself not to react to what he said, and how he made me feel.

“This was a mistake,” I forced out, pulled the door open, and closed it behind me so fast he wouldn’t have had a chance to stop me. Taking one more deep breath, I walked over to the bench, saw my bag wasn’t there, and figured Rowdy grabbed it off the bench before he left.

Looking around, it felt as though everyone was watching me, and that they knew what I’d been doing in that bathroom. But no one watched me, and no one knew.

I left the gym, inhaling the fresh air as it hit me, and saw Rowdy standing by his truck with my bag in hand. When I walked toward him, I felt like I was bowlegged. God, I was so paranoid he knew what had been going on. Although I shouldn’t have cared because I was twenty-one—an adult and free to do whatever the hell I pleased—I didn’t want my brother upset or disappointed with me. Fucking a random stranger in a bathroom was something I’d never done.

“You good?” he asked and pushed away from the passenger side door to open it for me.

“Yeah, thanks,” I said and climbed in. When I was in the seat, he handed me my bag and also my cellphone. I looked at his outstretched hand, at the cellphone I had said I’d been using in the bathroom, and finally glanced at his face.

“Mom was calling incessantly.”

I took the phone, he shut the door, and although he hadn’t called me out on my lie, I’d seen that knowledge clear on his face.

This was a crazy as hell situation, and as much I should know better, and as much as I should ignore what I’d just done with Malachi and act like it hadn’t happened, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.