Chapter 29
Rafi
I knew how stressed and lost I felt, but until I saw her in person, my relief was tangible. It was a physical thing, the feeling of seeing her in person for the first time in over a week. It filled every pore, every empty space inside me.
We had dinner with her family, and it was unlike anything I've ever been around. They're loud, she and her sister bicker constantly, her parents are supportive and look at their kids like they hung the moon. It was amazing and comforting, something I think Emma and I both needed. I felt bad dragging her out of there, but I needed to be with her, alone.
As I let go of her hand and step back, I take her in. She's wearing baggy wide-leg jeans that look like they're from the 70s and a tiny, cartoony t-shirt that looks like she pulled it from the drawer of her childhood bedroom, the material stretching nicely across her tits.
An understanding passes between us, and I move slowly. Stepping forward, I pull her shirt over her head, she lifts her arms for me. I toss it on the ground and unclasp her bra, letting the material fall away, revealing her lovely, soft tits and perfect, dusty pink nipples. They harden instantly from the cool air of the room, and I graze my thumb over them before moving on.
I unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her hips, pulling her underwear down with them. She steps out of both, and I toss them aside, then I undress while she watches, waiting patiently.
After stripping down, I stalk toward her, and she takes a few steps back until her legs hit the mattress. But I don't stop, and she falls onto the bed, crawling backward as I climb on top of her.
"Fiancé," I growl.
A huge smile splits her face. She tries to dampen it by biting her lip, but I lean down and kiss her, and she wraps her arms around my neck.
I bring my arms underneath her and tug her further up the bed, clasping my hands around each of her knees and pushing them up, letting her feet land flat on the bed. I kiss her knees, one at a time, slowly licking and biting up her sweet thighs. She tries to squeeze them together to alleviate the ache between her legs, but I keep her legs spread open.
I climb over her and kiss her on the lips and along her jaw. She whimpers and starts pulling at my shoulders, dragging her fingernails down my back.
"Rafi," She pleads as I move down her collarbone, kissing and squeezing her pretty tits.
I push up to my elbows so I can hover over her, between her knees. Our eyes lock, and she reaches between us and wraps her warm, soft hand around my thick cock. I can't help the hiss that escapes me as she grips, it's been too damn long. I haven't touched myself, I couldn't think about anything other than making sure she was okay.
We don't lose eye contact as she guides me to her entrance. And we don't lose eye contact as I push into her and fill her up. She moans, her eyes start to close, but I grip her chin with one of my hands and bring her back. She opens her eyes again, and then I move.
Pushing her knees up, holding them in place, I fuck my fiancé—slowly at first, reveling in every sensation as I slip in and out of her tight pussy.
Eventually, my thrusts become fevered. Fast, hard, desperate. She moves her knees and squeezes her legs around my waist, tugging me closer. She grabs my ass, pulling me into her as deep as I can go, arching her back, lifting her body up to meet mine.
I lean down and kiss her, holding her body tight. We move together in unison, her hands still pulling me in and her channel squeezing my cock, her orgasm building. I grip her chin again, forcing her to look at me, and we lock eyes.
"Don't look away. Don't leave me again, Emma. Please. Don't leave me," I plead, and start slamming into her, pumping in and out, hitting every part of her. Eyes locked in the most intense moment of my life, I reach between us and flick my thumb over her clit and she wavers but keeps her eyes open. I take in the deep rich brown depths of her eyes, bathing in her love, giving her as much as I possibly can.
Her pussy is so tight, milking me, squeezing me, and as I stroke my thumb over her clit again, she clamps down around my cock and cries out.
"I'll never leave you again. I love you, Rafi. Fuck, I'm coming!" Tears fill her eyes, and her hips start to shake around me, rolling forward in a motion that grips and sucks me into her. I'm not far behind her, my own orgasm ripping out of me. I'm staring into her eyes, she's crying, tears of joy or intense emotion, maybe both.
"Uhhh!" I grunt, snapping into her, still, our eyes stay connected. I'm coming, hard. Even as the pleasure fades, I don't release her. We stop moving, still breathing heavily.
"I love you, Emma," I tell her, and I fucking feel that shit in every fiber of my being. I'm still inside her, and I lean down and kiss her, hard. It turns feverish, and she wraps her legs around my waist again.
She starts to grind into me, and we continue to kiss until I grow hard again. With my cock still buried inside her, I start fucking her. Later in the night, we make our way to the shower, and I fuck her against the wall.
We fall asleep in each other's arms, and I wrap around her and hold her tighter than I ever have.
* * *
We wake early, before my alarm. It's surreal. After everything we've been through these past few days, I can't believe I have her back. How much I've missed waking up with her in my arms. She sleeps in the crook of my shoulder, and I run my thumb down her neck and graze her beautiful, soft tits.
I have a fight today. I'm ready. Of course, I'm ready. Losing a week of training hasn't fucked me up that bad, if it did, I wasn't a very good fighter. But I am. It was Emma that fucked me up, but now I have her back. And I'm ready.
I don't want to move her, even though I know I have a ton to do today. My agent lost his shit after I posted that video. I don't know yet if it reflects poorly on us, any of us, and I don't give a shit, but I am curious to see how things unfold.
I saw some female sexual empowerment tags with Emma's name attached, and as awesome as that is, I want to know where all that fucking support was when she was being dragged through hell.
But as long as she's okay, the rest of the world can go fuck themselves.
She stirs in my arms, and I tug her close.
"Was it all real?" She asks, her voice full of sleep.
"Which part?" I ask, kissing her temple.
"All of it? But especially the part where we're engaged?"
I chuckle, "Yeah, babe. That part is definitely real. You're stuck with me now. I was thinking, three days from now? We have enough time to get to city hall to file the paperwork before I have to get to Santa Cruz. Monday morning sound okay?"
I wonder if that's too much for her, how she'll react. But she never reacts the way I expect. "Monday is perfect." She tilts her head and kisses my neck.
She pushes up, gets out of bed, and starts dressing in her clothes from yesterday.
"Wait, are you serious?" I ask, sitting up. "Monday? You'll marry me Monday? We'll file today?"
"Yes. I told you I'd marry you when you asked. Did you think I wasn't serious?"
"No, I did. I just didn't know you'd be willing to so soon. Or if you’d want a big wedding."
"Hell no, I definitely don’t want a big wedding. And why wait?”
Great question. "There's no reason to. Your parents and sister can meet us there if they want. I'll invite Stetson and Max."
She nods, shimmying her jeans on, minus underwear. "Plus Alice. I owe her big for this past week."
I owe Alice, too, for everything she did for my girl.
I brush my teeth after Emma leaves the bathroom, and we make our way downstairs together. Stetson is in the kitchen on his phone. If seeing Emma surprises him, he doesn't show it.
Stetson, for the first time in a week, looks happy.
Emma walks right up to him and wraps her arms around him. He stiffens, then smiles and softens, dropping his phone on the counter and wrapping her up in his arms. She squeezes him tight.
"I'm sorry I had sex with you," she says quietly. He burst out laughing, and I can't help it, I do too.
"I'm not sorry, kid. It was fun. This past week… yeah, we both could have done without it. But fuck what everybody else thinks." He kisses her forehead and it makes me twitch, ready to pull her away from him, but they release, tears in her eyes, as she reaches back out for me.
Later, after applying for the marriage license, I drop her off at her parent's house. I walk her in, and her dad tells me he's already rented the fight and he'll keep an eye on Emma for me. I tell her I'll be back soon.
I work out for an hour at Double Down just to tap into some of my energy reserves, then follow Coach out and meet Stetson and Jim in a black SUV at the curb.
Jim talks the entire hour drive about our video. Unfortunately, he's psyched about it and wants us to 'lean into it.' Stetson is all over it, but I tell him Emma and I want privacy. Fortunately, Coach speaks up for me and forces a subject change, since I don't need the distraction right now.
My fight is even easier the second time. There's no reason to hold back. All I want is to be done. I rushed Gonsales to the other side of the cage, and although he fought me and learned my moves, the same is said for him. I know what he uses, relies too much on, his weak spots. It's a 15 minute fight before I pin him, and it's over.
The ref calls it, and I keep him pinned before someone yells at me to release. Just so we're clear this time.
I let go, and he rolls onto his side, whining and coughing.
I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet, as I'm announced the National MMA Champion. The ref pulls my hand into the air, and the crowd of 20,000, the max filling the arena, scream and erupt in cheers. It was a fun fight, but I'm ready to leave.
I'm handed a belt and let them walk me through a ceremony. It takes too long. An hour, to be exact, after answering questions from cameras shoved in my face. Half want to talk about my win, the other half about my threesome.
Jim helped redirect, but it wasn't foolproof. Finally, we make our way out of the arena. I left after only an hour by promising Jim and Coach that I'd do a panel tomorrow.