Fury by Marteeka Karland @marteekakarland #MCRomance #sportsromance

Fury
by Marteeka Karland
(Black Reign MC, #4)
Publication date: October 29th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:

Noelle: I had dreams. Goals. That all changed when my baby brother suffered a traumatic brain injury. Now Jonas is my responsibility, and I can’t let him down, even if he’s his own worst enemy. I still have goals — I’m a fighter. As in MMA. Mixed Martial Arts. I want to be the best — fighting in the UFC. To be the best I need the best trainer. That’s Fury. The toughest man I’ve ever met. He doesn’t know it, but he’s also the man I’m in love with. But when Jonas gets in trouble, the only way I can save him is to go underground — illegal fights. I can’t tell Fury. He’d kill me himself. Or worse. Disown me. But I don’t have a choice. Jonas’ life is on the line. I have to fight. And I have to win. No matter the cost.

Fury: I spent seven years in the Army — the exact time it took to pay back my obligation for earning my medical degree free of half a million dollars in student loans. After that the Army and I both decided I might be better off putting my skills to use somewhere else. So now I put bikers back together for my club, Black Reign MC, and I’m damn good at what I do. I’m even better at taking them — and anyone else who gets in my way — apart. Lately I’ve been passing those skills on the smartest, most street savvy kid I’ve ever trained. But Noelle is a kid — barely 21 — and I’m way too old for her. Now she’s gone and gotten herself in a boatload of trouble. If she tries to fight Shadow, he’s going to kill her. And if he throws the fight, our mission to close down these illegal fights will fall apart. Innocents will die. How do I choose one life over another? It was hard enough as a doctor in the field. Now it’s so much worse… because I did the stupidest thing I could have done — I went and fell in love.

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EXCERPT

“Wow,” she said. I got the feeling that, had she not been so exhausted both mentally and physically, she’d be more impressed with her surroundings. “This place is amazing.”

I shrugged. “It’s home.” She nodded then stood there, fidgeting. “You need help?”

She glanced up at me. “No. I’m good.”

“OK. I’ll leave it to you then. Do not lock that door. If you need help, I’d like to be able to get to you without breaking down my door.”

I didn’t move. She glanced up at me, then turned her back and stripped off her T-shirt before tugging at the pins holding her hair up in those impossibly tight braids. I sighed, knowing it was a horrible idea, but also knowing I was doing it anyway.

“Here,” I said. “I’ll help. Just… stand there.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her shoulders slumping and hunching in on herself. “I can do it myself.”

“Yeah. But it hurts you.”

“Lots of things hurt,” she said absently. Her body shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. She was barely holding herself together.

I pulled the pins gently from her hair, and the ties at the end. Then picked out the braids with my fingers. Once I was done, I let my hands fall to her hips. She didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned back against me slightly. For some reason, my stupid hands slid around her waist to cross under her breasts, and I rested my chin on her head.

“You OK?”

She shrugged, but nodded. Taking another deep breath, she turned in my arms. “Will you help me with my sports bra? I’m not sure I can do it with my ribs this sore.”

I swallowed, looking down at her. Those impossibly blue eyes looked up at me with such a combination of hunger, need, and pleading, I didn’t know what to do. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Please, Fury,” she said, one tear sliding down her cheek. “Just this once. I’ll never ask you for anything again.”

“You’re not in the right state of mind, Noelle. I’m not taking advantage of you. Let’s just get you a hot shower and to bed. If this is still what you want, we can talk about it in the morning.”

She turned around, nodding forlornly. God, she was breaking my heart. Gingerly, she tried to pull her bra over her head. Her side was red and turning purple where the bruise was. I knew it had to hurt. With a sigh, I helped her get it the rest of the way off. When she went to drop her shorts, I stayed her hands.

“Leave them,” I said gruffly and gently urged her into the shower. When she would have turned, I stepped in behind her and grabbed her shoulders. Last thing I needed was to see her tits. Not now. Hell, not at all! I’d tried my best over the past year to not view her as a desirable woman and only see the fighter. But I’d had my fantasies. Noelle was at least fifteen years my junior, but she called to me in ways I didn’t want to think about. Cause I could easily imagine having the nastiest, raunchiest sex I’d ever had with anyone with Noelle. She was strong, her body honed in battle. Just like mine. Noelle was a woman who could take anything I needed to give her and come back for more.

In the shower, she just stood there, the water cascading over us in a gentle fall. My boxer briefs were soaked and did nothing to hide my raging hard on. Noelle didn’t say anything. I just stood there with my hands on her shoulders.

“Come one, Brawler. Wash yourself. I’m here in case you get dizzy. Don’t want you to fall.”

Finally, she reached for the shower gel, then squirted a generous amount on her hand. Slowly, she washed herself, being careful when she touched a particularly sore spot. She leaned her head forward and let the thick fall of water wet her hair before she brushed it back with her arm and reached for the shampoo. She lathered then conditioned it before giving her hair a final rinse. Just the simple act of taking a shower had her whimpering when she used a bruised muscle. I wanted to help her, but knew if I had to touch her that much, I’d not stop there. Not with us like this.

I reached around her and turned off the water, snagging a towel I’d hung over the glass enclosure so it was within easy reach. Wrapping it around her body, I guided her out of the shower and snagged another towel.

“Wrap your hair up, and I’ll brush it out and dry it for you.”

She looked up at me. “Do you even know how to do that?”

“It’s a fuckin’ brush. How fuckin’ hard could it be?” I was being mean, I knew. Noelle didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she smiled.

“I like the grouchy side of you better.” Then a tear tracked down one cheek before she dashed it away. “Not sure I can take much more of the kind and caring side.”

“I can be nice.”

“Yeah. But it’s not your default setting.” She ducked her head. “Not something I’ve seen a lot of.”

She was right, I knew. And it had been on purpose. I didn’t want to get to know her. Didn’t want her to get to know me. I would have pawned her off on someone else if she hadn’t had all the talent she did. But she was just too good for me to pass up. Noelle had a real shot at making it to the big fights. If word got out about this fight, I doubted any manager in the big leagues would touch her.

“You never needed it before,” I admitted.

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