Banging Reaper(16)

“It’s double?” I ask, hating myself a little for being tempted by the money. It’s seriously a bad idea. It’s not even a real job, it can’t be if Ethan’s position is purely superficial.

Ethan leans back, the corners of his lips threatening to pull into a grin. “If that’s not enough, I can triple it. Just for you.”





Chapter Eleven





Chase




I'm so tempted to follow Avery when she goes and meets with that flaming douchebag to ensure nothing happens to her like the last time he got angry. I can't do that though. It would be on the border of stalker mode. And I may be completely losing my shit for this girl but I am not up to stalking… just yet.

I’m not really sure what I am up to though. For the last two days I have not been myself at all. Avery has been consuming my thoughts. She’s been consuming me. I haven't done anything that I have been planning.

“Shit and fuck!” I growl loudly at the red light I am sitting in front of.

I want the light to change so I can move, so I can get my momentum back. This girl has got me stuck in her web. I'm not even sure I want to be there.

The light turns green and I am almost consumed with the idea of smashing my foot down on the gas pedal, to barrel down the road with all pistons firing. To break away from the people surrounding me and get back to an even keel.

But that will not solve my problem of being stuck all over Avery and her sexy ass. And what a sexy ass it is, holy fuck. That ass feels amazing in my hands when I squeeze and grope it, and yes I want to believe that I caressed her too but yeah I groped the fuck out of her ass. Those legs around my hips as I slam into her...

I push down on the gas pedal right after I am honked by the pickup truck behind me. “I'm going, I'm going,” I mutter.

I can't exactly tell what’s going on in my head. Logically I know I am most definitely stuck on this woman, but I also know she isn't the usual woman.

Fuck. My fingers keep tapping on the steering wheel. I look up at where I am while I’m driving and I cannot remember how I even got here. I’m right across from the gym I work out and train at. But how the hell did I get here?

I feel fucking amazing and completely blindsided. Two days and I want this girl around for a long time. Shit, a long time for me usually means six months. That simply doesn't feel too long thinking about Avery. But I don't even know her middle or last name.



***

Okay, so maybe thinking about her and training is not the smartest thing I could be doing right now as I feel a gloved hand slapping the side of my head.

“Head out of your ass!” Dale yells in my face.

Nodding, I shake my head and do just that.

Today is Sunday, it’s a medium day when it comes to working out. I skipped my run this morning in lieu of having my raging hard-on pressed up against Avery's lovely ass.

So now I get to pay for that.

It's all about control in my life. From my daily routines to what I eat and drink. I may not be the healthiest of athletes but I do try and keep control of myself.

Pizza is my weakness, well that and donuts. Those are hard to resist or pass up. I see a slice of pizza and I want it. I don't know what to eat for dinner, yep pizza is what I want to go with. I'm usually pretty good though so I may eat pizza or donuts only once or twice every couple of weeks, but damn I could eat it every day and not get enough.

Heh. I could eat Avery every day too and not get enough.

And now I am dodging the focus mitts that Dale is trying to take my head off with while I am hoping the stiffening of my cock isn't noticed. I'm in sweats and a jock strap. This sucks.

“What the fuck is in your head?” Dale asks after he connects solidly on my head.

“I don't know if I could even explain it,” I say as I raise my hands up to begin again with the mitts.

I start throwing jabs and this time I am able to keep my focus for the rest of the routine. I then head to the treadmill to jog for about thirty minutes at nine miles an hour. I am trying my hardest to sweat my thoughts out of my body.

I need to clear myself of Avery, and of that jackass Ethan.

Dale decides to fuck with my concentration again. He gets my attention as he says, “You hear about Ethan?”

Shaking my head, I force myself to not rip the handles of the treadmill off.

“That fucker is already demanding a rematch. He is saying you cheated when you had full mount, said you were hitting the back of his head as much as the front. I watched the tape and you didn't, but he’s talking a whole shit storm this morning.”

I don't say anything. I just stop the treadmill and walk towards the heavy bag on the floor where we work on our ground and pound skills. It’s where I get to use my brute strength. I pound on it for much longer than I intended to, but I can't help it. That fucker Ethan is under my skin, and I am feeling the need to beat him out of my thoughts.

Finally, I can barely move, my body aching and sweating profusely as I stand and look at Dale.

“Tell Roger that I accept the challenge and will fight him as soon as they can get us back in the ring,” I say as I walk past Dale.

He only nods.

In the shower, this time is different from yesterday. Then, my cock was so god damn hard I had jerked off just to relieve the pressure. Now I am semi-hard but I can feel my body wants to have Avery’s help with it, not miss Rosie Palmer and her five friends.



***



I wait as the phone rings. Two beeps and I hear a strong masculine voice. “Chase! Why aren't you here?”

“I'm on my way, I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't be interrupting anything.”

“The physical dominatrix, I mean physical therapist left about twenty minutes ago. I am free for the afternoon.”

I chortle quietly, “I'll be there soon.”

In no time at all, I am walking into my childhood home and following my dad's voice as he yells he's in the living room.

“Hey Pop,” I say as I bend over and kiss the top of his head.

Even now twice my age, the man is still my size and in amazing shape. The knee replacement was because of all the wear and tear of his youth from high school and college football, to the very active lifestyle he has maintained. I truly believe the man could give me a run for my money when it comes to endurance.

“Way to go champ!” he yells as he wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me down into a big hug.

The big bear of a man hugs me like no other. The man is a tyrant in the business world and a tremendous father in his home world.

Hugging him back, I smile and then sit down on the couch he’s sitting on. He has that twinkle in his eye when he looks at me. The man owns one of the largest property real estate brokerage firms in the nation, and he will stop everything at the drop of the hat just to mention what he’s about to say to me.

“So where are my grandchildren?” he says quite seriously, and I am absolutely positive he is impatient with the waiting.

“I met a girl the night of my fight,” I say without preamble.

“Before or after the fight?”

“I saw her before and kinda beat her friend’s ass twice before I said hello to her.”

“Okay, I know I am getting older but can you run that by me one more time?”

“I noticed her raven-black hair first,” I say as I explain everything that has happened, since right before the fight to this very moment.

I even tell him about my inability to clear my mind of her while I was at the gym. I don't hold anything back, he's my dad. Ever since Mom died when I was six it’s been him and me. I don't give him the graphic details about my intimacy... shit it was intimate wasn't it... with Avery, but I think he knows without me saying anything.

“So when do I get to meet her?” he asks.

“I'm not sure.”

And I'm really not sure. I mean I barely know this woman, and yet I am waxing on and on about her to my dad already. I feel like I am in high school again. Well, then again in high school I was the school slut. I don't think a girl kept my attention back then for more than a few hours at the most.

“So she’s got you so wrapped up you can't think straight and it’s only been two days?” he asks.

“Yeah, I don't get it.”

“Neither did I. I felt the exact same way as you do when I met your mother.” Laughing quietly, he smiles at me. I'm not sure who he was laughing at though, me or him.

“I’ll bring her over for dinner sometime this week if you think you'll be up for it,” I say, and lean back into the couch for some reason. I don't know if I could explain it, but all of a sudden I feel much more relaxed.

“Yeah, any night is fine with me. I don't go back to work full-time for a couple of more weeks.”





Chapter Twelve





Chase




Bzzt. Bing!



Avery: Hey, are you able to talk?



Me: Sure, just got home from visiting my dad.



Avery: Aww, do you visit him often?



Me: Yeah, pretty often. Probably 2 or 3 times a week. It’s usually either him making dinner for me or me making it for him.



Avery: Wow, it sounds like you guys are really close.



Me: We are. Want me to call you?



Avery: Yeah if you don't mind.



The phone only rings once before I hear her voice.

“Hey stranger,” she says, and she doesn't sound happy or sad, just kind of there. I'm not sure of what the difference is but she seems off.

“What's up, beautiful?”

“Am I?” she asks very quietly.