Ravished In The MMA Ring (Book 2 of "Hot Flashes")

By Alana Church

Jack couldn't believe it when his MMA hero accepted his challenge to spar. Demi DeVito was a south Boston legend. But when he holds his own with the sexy champ, things turn hot and heavy! Demi isn't going to take no for an answer. Jack lasted three minutes with her in the ring. How long can he last in bed?

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“What’s the matter, big boy,” she whispered, letting him fall out of her mouth. Her hand stroked his sac. “Can’t get it up?”

“Considering a couple of minutes ago you were trying to choke me unconscious, you’re lucky I can still stand,” Jack replied boldly, startled out of his usual shyness.

“Oh, I’d rather choke on this.” And then she took him in again, bobbing on him rapidly. A contented hum escaped her lips as he began to harden. “My trainer sent me back here after I lost the de la Cruz bout,” she said, the next time she came up for air. “Told me I was spending too much time balling all the awesome bodies I was hanging out with, and not enough time working on my technique.” She ran a teasing tongue around his tip, smirking as his shaft leaped up eagerly. “The hell does she know? The more I screw, the hornier I get. And the hornier I get, the harder I fight. Because there ain’t nothing in the world more fun than kicking the crap out of some loser and then getting laid right after.”

Jack didn’t answer. But it didn’t seem that Demi expected him to. He was fully erect now, and he hoped to sweet Jesus that Sonny hadn’t forgotten anything and came back to the gym to pick it up, because he was sure they made one hell of a tableau. Him with his shorts around his ankles and basically nothing else, and Demi DeVito stark naked on her knees in front of him.

“You need it,” she muttered, licking his shaft. “You thought you were lucky to last three minutes? That ain’t nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you now."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jan 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005657857

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Ravished in the MMA Ring

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2022 Alana Church

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Chapter 1

The first time Jack saw her was in Sonny McKane’s gym, late on a steamy summer afternoon. He was on his way from the practice ring to the shower when he saw her working on the kick bag in the corner.

She was a short woman, probably no more than five-three. But she worked with a savage intensity, throwing her legs and feet at the bag as if it had said something nasty about her mother. The sharp thwack…thwack…thwack of her feet hitting the bag set it rocking on its base, as steady as a metronome, counting out seconds of barely-controlled violence. Her short, dark hair, damp with sweat, clung in spikes to her forehead and the back of her neck, and her eyes glittered with concentration.

Jack wasn’t sure how long he stood there, mesmerized, until he was finally brought back to himself by a rough shove at his shoulder.

Out of the way, kid. A pair of older men pushed past him on the way to the lockers.

Assholes, he muttered, but not loud enough to reach their ears. Jack had been coming to the gym to work out for about a year. But there was still an internal pecking order. And he was close to the bottom. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself. Not until he thought he was ready to take some of them on in the ring.

Instead, he stood and focused on the woman, watching her technique. There was no wasted motion. Unlike some other would-be MMA fighters, who came in and flailed around on the equipment like they were being electrocuted, her movements were tight and controlled, almost mechanically precise. But there was still that current of leashed rage, as if she was angry with the world and everyone in it.

What are you looking at?

It was a whisper in his ear, but it still made Jack jump as if he had been goosed. Christ!

A hearty bellow of a laugh followed, and Jack turned, grinning sheepishly. Sonny McKane himself stood in front of him, his hands planted on his hips and a broad smile on his even broader face.

So, kid. Are you watching an angel? Or the devil? Sonny nodded towards the woman.

Is that really her?

Oh, yeah. She hasn’t forgotten where she came from.

Jack shook his head, unable to believe he was looking at a real-life legend,