Bruiser: A Lonely Housewife Embarks on a Passionate Affair with an Alpha Male MMA Fighter by Simone Scarlet Page B
Authors: Simone Scarlet
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of it.” She smiled nostalgically. “I swear, we ate fucking Ramen noodles for six months until he got his stupid comics business off the ground… But you know what?”
Brandon shook his head.
“Clark made good on it ,” Ava told him. “After a few months, he started finding some really rare comics and making good money on them. And then he started a website selling comic book shit – action figures, t-shirts. Next thing you know, he was being invited to comic conventions as a guest blogger. Within a year, he was making as much as he ever did at the bank.”
Then Ava turned and patted the hood of her late-model Buick Enclave.
“And this year? He bought me this with the money he made on a mint copy of Amazing Fantasies #15 .”
When Brandon stared at her blankly, Ava explained, “It was the first comic with Spiderman in it.”
Ava looked up at Brandon’s brown eyes. They were narrowed and thoughtful. He was silent, as if cogs were turning inside his head.
“Brandon, if somebody loves you, they let you follow your dreams. Shit, they make you follow your dreams.”
She reached over and squeezed his hand.
“If Mia says ‘no’ to this, you have to start asking yourself why .”
Brandon didn’t know what to say. He just stared down at Ava, and she looked back up at him expectantly.
Eventually, when his silence dragged on uncomfortably, Ava asked, “Are you okay?” She bit her lip. “Did I go too far?”
Brandon snorted, and shook his head.
“No,” he admitted. “I think you went just far enough.”
He stared down at her, and she stared back. And they kept staring, long after it was appropriate to turn away.
And Brandon took it as a sign.
Reaching down, he grabbed Ava’s slender shoulders, and pulled her in for a kiss.
And, this time, she didn’t pull away.
She felt his powerful lips on hers, and his fingers tighten around her shoulders. She swooned, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to him. He pulled her in closer as she surrendered to his kiss.
It was amazing.
Ava hadn’t kissed anybody except Clark in almost a decade – and she and Clark hadn’t made out like this since before Harley was born.
The feeling of being in a big, strong, intimidating man’s arms, and surrendering to his kisses was intoxicating. The shot of whiskey and the beer hadn’t made Ava drunk – but the heat and wetness of Brandon’s lips on hers did.
Eventually, reluctantly, Brandon pulled his lips away.
Ava looked up at him, eyes bright and cheeks red.
“W-wow,” she breathed.
“I’m sorry,” Brandon let go of her arms, as if she was burning hot. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Ava reached over and squeezed his hand. His huge, bear-like paw felt so massive in comparison to her slender fingers.
“No,” Ava reassured him. “Tonight it was fine.” She squeezed his hand. “Tonight, I wanted it too.”
At that, Brandon took a ragged gasp, and pulled his hand away.
“I-I’ve got to get going,” he stammered, and headed to his car.
“Is everything okay?” Ava called after him, as Brandon pulled open the door and slid behind the seat.
Shit… Had she ruined everything? Why was he running away?
But then Brandon paused, half in and half out of his car. He looked up, and his eyes flashed.
And then suddenly he was back – out of his car, striding across the asphalt between them and throwing Ava against her Buick with a thump .
He crushed his lips against hers. His big hands slid around Ava’s waist and squeezed. He dominated her, snarling as his lips writhed against hers.
Ava practically swooned. She felt so small, and tiny, and helpless compared to this big, strong man – and yet, at the same time, she felt powerful because of his obvious desire for her.
Brandon reached up and squeezed one of Ava’s big, full breasts through her v-neck shirt. Ava’s panties immediately flooded.
Pulling his mouth away, Brandon’s smoldering brown eyes bored into hers, and he murmured: “This
Brandon shook his head.
“Clark made good on it ,” Ava told him. “After a few months, he started finding some really rare comics and making good money on them. And then he started a website selling comic book shit – action figures, t-shirts. Next thing you know, he was being invited to comic conventions as a guest blogger. Within a year, he was making as much as he ever did at the bank.”
Then Ava turned and patted the hood of her late-model Buick Enclave.
“And this year? He bought me this with the money he made on a mint copy of Amazing Fantasies #15 .”
When Brandon stared at her blankly, Ava explained, “It was the first comic with Spiderman in it.”
Ava looked up at Brandon’s brown eyes. They were narrowed and thoughtful. He was silent, as if cogs were turning inside his head.
“Brandon, if somebody loves you, they let you follow your dreams. Shit, they make you follow your dreams.”
She reached over and squeezed his hand.
“If Mia says ‘no’ to this, you have to start asking yourself why .”
Brandon didn’t know what to say. He just stared down at Ava, and she looked back up at him expectantly.
Eventually, when his silence dragged on uncomfortably, Ava asked, “Are you okay?” She bit her lip. “Did I go too far?”
Brandon snorted, and shook his head.
“No,” he admitted. “I think you went just far enough.”
He stared down at her, and she stared back. And they kept staring, long after it was appropriate to turn away.
And Brandon took it as a sign.
Reaching down, he grabbed Ava’s slender shoulders, and pulled her in for a kiss.
And, this time, she didn’t pull away.
She felt his powerful lips on hers, and his fingers tighten around her shoulders. She swooned, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to him. He pulled her in closer as she surrendered to his kiss.
It was amazing.
Ava hadn’t kissed anybody except Clark in almost a decade – and she and Clark hadn’t made out like this since before Harley was born.
The feeling of being in a big, strong, intimidating man’s arms, and surrendering to his kisses was intoxicating. The shot of whiskey and the beer hadn’t made Ava drunk – but the heat and wetness of Brandon’s lips on hers did.
Eventually, reluctantly, Brandon pulled his lips away.
Ava looked up at him, eyes bright and cheeks red.
“W-wow,” she breathed.
“I’m sorry,” Brandon let go of her arms, as if she was burning hot. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Ava reached over and squeezed his hand. His huge, bear-like paw felt so massive in comparison to her slender fingers.
“No,” Ava reassured him. “Tonight it was fine.” She squeezed his hand. “Tonight, I wanted it too.”
At that, Brandon took a ragged gasp, and pulled his hand away.
“I-I’ve got to get going,” he stammered, and headed to his car.
“Is everything okay?” Ava called after him, as Brandon pulled open the door and slid behind the seat.
Shit… Had she ruined everything? Why was he running away?
But then Brandon paused, half in and half out of his car. He looked up, and his eyes flashed.
And then suddenly he was back – out of his car, striding across the asphalt between them and throwing Ava against her Buick with a thump .
He crushed his lips against hers. His big hands slid around Ava’s waist and squeezed. He dominated her, snarling as his lips writhed against hers.
Ava practically swooned. She felt so small, and tiny, and helpless compared to this big, strong man – and yet, at the same time, she felt powerful because of his obvious desire for her.
Brandon reached up and squeezed one of Ava’s big, full breasts through her v-neck shirt. Ava’s panties immediately flooded.
Pulling his mouth away, Brandon’s smoldering brown eyes bored into hers, and he murmured: “This
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