In with the New Baby

Prologue

Lincoln

I’m not supposed to be lusting after my physical therapist. Especially not after how I acted when I was last in her office.

I know she thinks I’m a cocky jerk, but I have my side of the story, and I’ll tell it to anyone who wants to listen, because I really want to save whatever it was that Amanda and I had before I flipped out.

I know I shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t help but get mad at what they were suggesting for my medical treatment. I don’t let anyone tell me what to do.

But her? I might let Amanda tell me what to do with my hurt knee, if she’ll let me do whatever I want to the rest of her body. I want to grab that juicy ass in my hands and squeeze. I want to spank her while I bend her over and put my hard cock in her.

I haven’t felt like this about anyone for a long time. I know I shouldn’t be thinking this way about her, when I’m her patient. But I can’t seem to help it.

I want her. Not just stretching my leg while doing exercises, but also letting me stretch out her tight little pussy with my cock. Not just trying to help fix my knee so I can get back to fighting, but also on her knees for me, with my cock down her throat and her legs spread wide for me while I rub that hard little clit of hers until she cums, begging me to fuck her.

I might want her for more than that, too. I might just want her for good.

What the fuck am I even thinking?

I’m usually not the relationship type. I have too much baggage, and dark secrets in my past. Too much pent-up anger wanting to make me explode. But with her, the only way I can see myself exploding is inside her, shooting my cum out into her, even though I know that could make a baby, and I never even thought I’d want a baby.

But I can see those wide child-bearing hips carrying my baby. I love every inch of her hourglass shape and I wouldn’t mind putting a baby in her belly.

I want to own her, claim her, make her mine.

And I always get what I want.

Chapter 1

Lincoln

This sucks.

All of New York City has probably heard about the drama that went down at Big Apple Physical Therapy today and I know I rightfully sound like some monster, so I feel the need to tell my side of the story – not that I’m proud of it, mind you. I’ll rewind to just before it all got really heated and set the mood for the big horrific event.

Like I said, this sucks. That’s what I was thinking then and what I’m still thinking now when I mull over the occurrences in my mind, after the fact.

Here I am, a former Navy SEAL taught not to drown by being nearly drowned, and an MMA fighter who has taken the most hits possible. But I guess it’s my own fault. I’m a 34-year-old dude in an 80-year-old man’s body.

The last fight, last night, really fucked up my knee. I think it’s blown out and it doesn’t help that it’s been operated on to repair the tendon that then developed scar tissue to make it even worse. But I’m a man, have always been so, and nothing like that is going to fucking stop me.

Go hard or go home, I always say.

The next big bout with Cesar Ramirez could be coming up soon. He’s been trying to get me to go up against him. He’s good, though I hate his guts, but it’s the real deal. A hundred thousand dollars ain’t nothing to sneeze at. I just need the doctor to give me a pass and I’ll be straight.

Don’t I always get what I want?

Still, my body is fucked up. After having been deployed in Afghanistan, then Iraq, I have to admit I’m tired. I’m a tough motherfucker, but I just need to settle down for a while. Find a nice girl who can take care of me and who I can take care of in return.

God knows I wouldn’t have a hard time finding one. Women throw themselves at me like candy, saying I’m hot and good in bed, but really they’re probably just after my money. I was somewhat of a celebrity who built a name for myself in the MMA world, first in New York City and then in Vegas. My friend Damien, with whom I served in the military but who later became a financial advisor, helped me invest my earnings from fights, sponsorships and from acting in commercials wisely, and now I’m super rich.

Damien’s a smart guy now only in the financial arena but also with life in general, and he always says I need to find like a kindergarten teacher or someone like that. A nice girl with compassion and love and, most important of all, as Damien says, it has to be someone who is willing to put up with my bullshit.