Coached by the MMA Fighter: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 57) Read online

  COACHED BY THE MMA FIGHTER

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 57

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  COACHED BY THE MMA FIGHTER

  The first time I laid eyes upon my dad’s best friend I became obsessed.

  But I don’t have an athletic or sporty bone in my body and he’s an MMA cage fighter, meaning he’s caught entirely off-guard when I ask him to coach me on ways to protect myself before I head off to college.

  **********

  I’m an older man and she’s a younger woman. I’m a MMA fighter, not a coach.

  But when my best friend’s daughter asks me to coach her I accept on the spot for the first time in my life, knowing I want to coach her in more ways than one.

  **********

  Once we start rolling around on the mat, I’m wondering if my instalove fantasies with my coach are just may december madness filling my brain, or if he’s really considering filling me with something else for the first time ever.

  *********

  I know how to fight MMA, but my greatest fight of all time won’t involve my fists…it will be convincing my best friend that what his daughter and I have is real.

  And I’ll fight tooth and nail to show the whole world, including him, that’s she’s mine and only mine…forever.

  *Coached by the MMA Fighter is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

  CHAPTER 1

  Maddox

  “Damn! Look what just walked in the front door,” my sparring partner Royce says.

  My eyes temporarily lose sight of the heavy bag and I see her.

  No f’ing way.

  I cock my fist back and land the hardest punch I’ve ever thrown in or out of ring into the bag, knocking it back with a vengeance and taking Royce down with it.

  “What’s your problem, man? We’re just training. Chill!”

  “What’s my problem?” I say looking at him as he lies on the mat. “You should be asking what your problem is if you talk about her like that again and the answer is me.”

  “Okay. Okay. Sorry. Jeez,” he says holding his arms crossed in front of his face just in case I lose it and follow him to the mat and show him a blaze of fists and elbows.

  “I’m sorry, miss. We don’t train women,” Rico says as he looks her up and down at the door.

  An audible growl leaves the depths of my stomach and fills the gym I own.

  “Everybody out!” I yell.

  Fifty or so trained fighters turn and look at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.

  And I have.

  Or should I say I did long ago…the first time I ever saw her face to face just a month ago.

  But this isn’t her parents’ backyard barbecue anymore this is my turf…and my rules.

  I bailed on that barbecue after less than an hour because I could feel my obsession for her growing by the second and I didn’t want to cause a scene or do something I might regret.

  I thought leaving and getting back to training would get her out of my mind, but it’s only made things worse.

  I’m up here in the mountains of Bear Lake, California training at altitude with a bunch of professional fighters and not a single woman in sight.

  Not that another woman on this damn planet could hold a candle to her.

  “But it’s your rule, Mayhem,” Rico says as he turns to look at me and extends his palms upward at chest level.

  “Out dammit!” I yell and watch as the other fighters scramble for the back exit.

  I step away from the punching bag as Royce slides out of the main training area and is the last one to disappear.

  As I walk toward that front door I can’t help but feel like the feral
man that I’ve become training out here in the woods.

  Running the trails at zero dark thirty in the morning. Hunting and eating freshly killed meat plus all the other protein sources I’m supplying my muscles with on a daily basis has my testosterone levels through the roof so high I have to be careful my pre-competition test don’t come back with a disqualification.

  Not that I’d ever cheat and take steroids or any performance enhancing drugs, nor would I ever need too, but all this meat…this training…and now the sight of her sends my manliness to a higher level than humanly possible.

  And who the hell does she think she is that she can walk in here in that little thigh-high virginal white dress?

  Doesn’t she know all the lust I have pent up inside me is for her?

  Did the competition send her here to wreck me? To torment me? To interrupt my training so they can slide in and take the million-dollar prize the title fight pays?

  My last title fight. My last chance.

  But all I can think of right now is my first chance…with her.

  And no way in hell am I blowing it.

  As I approach her drenched in sweat and my heart already racing I feel the blood pumping through my veins.

  And I can see she’s practically trembling like the little deer I see in the woods out back of my cabin each day.

  The cabin I want to take her to right now and lay her down and make her a woman…my woman.

  I think of everything we could do as we inhale the high levels of oxygen that you can only get up here at this elevation. I imagine how we would grow light headed before I’d grow lightheaded for a different reason.

  “Anastasia,” I say as I approach her.

  I can see she’s scared…nervous. It must have taken a ton of courage to come up here and walk into my gym like this.

  And I have to know why.

  And when I find out why she walked in I’m going to make sure she never walks out…of my life ever.

  CHAPTER 2

  Anastasia

  I sat in my beater of a car in the parking lot for over half an hour listening to music to pump me up enough to walk into his gym.

  And by him I mean Mayhem Maddox. The man who built this gym with his own hands, literally and figuratively.

  He took all the money he won prize fighting and came up here to set up his own camp and part of the training was the old school kind…

  Chopping down trees.

  Hammering nails.

  Laying a cement foundation.

  And that’s exactly why I’m here.

  I want to lay a foundation with him.

  A foundation in self-defense to protect myself in the crazy world out there, but more importantly a foundation between the two of us. Something we can build on.

  A spark in the kindling from the forest that turns into a fire that burns out of control.

  This part of California is already know for that, but I want to start another kind of fire.

  The fire that I feel inside that can only be put out by him. At least that’s what I tell myself, but I know no matter how much of him I might get it will never be enough.

  I’d seen pictures of him before…my dad’s best friend.

  The guy who spent so much of his life in secrecy in the middle of nowhere. Up here training with a bunch of hot sweaty men…and he was the alpha of the alphas.

  But for some strange reason he’d never gotten a title fight…until now.

  And I wasn’t here to interrupt that at all. No way.

  But I wanted to be here to be around that energy that I could feel in the pictures my dad had in his scrapbook. Those shots of my dad lifting him up in the ring after he won his first fight. The pictures of them hunting and fishing and doing everything that guys who are as close as brother’s do.

  And I want to be in the next picture that gets taken. The one when he wins and he gets the kiss from the pretty girl.

  I want to be that pretty girl.

  I mean, I’m not the best looking girl that ever lived, but I like to think I have a kind of natural beauty that guys like.

  I may not wear a lot of makeup or spend a ton of time on my looks each morning, but I have spent a ton of time developing my mind and that’s more important right?

  Reading. Studying. Thinking.

  Yeah, I’m the introvert of introverts. But like a lot of introverts I’m a deep thinker and a deep feeler too. Small things affect me greatly.

  And nothing affected me more than when he took a day out of his training last month and came to our family barbecue.

  Although I’d never met him before and had only seen photos of him before, like the one I keep in my panty drawer that I made when I “borrowed” the original and made a reprint at Costco, I knew immediately who he was.

  Who wouldn’t?

  The tallest, biggest, baddest man I’d ever seen in my life.

  The way people immediately moved out of his way when he just looked in any direction. He could clear a path like a celebrity bodyguard and he was a celebrity…

  But one without a title.

  I could see the intensity in his eyes that afternoon and I knew he was focused on his dream. He was a man with a plan and I really admired that…so much so that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

  I’d never seen anyone so obsessed with anything in their lives and then to see the focus he’d pursued that goal his entire life? Incredible.

  At least I thought that focus was solely on his MMA career.

  Until my best friend and I were giggling around him in the backyard and then I looked over her shoulder and saw the intensity with which he was looking at me.

  I felt like I was watching Animal Planet when they have those deadly predator weeks.

  The ones where they feature sharks, wolves, even the prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex.

  And he felt like all of them rolled in one and I was his next meal.

  But before he took a bite into one of my dad’s famous summer barbecue cheeseburgers…he was gone.

  Never to be seen again.

  Until today, because I couldn’t have that. Couldn’t tolerate staying up thinking about him all night long anymore.

  And couldn’t tolerate not taking a chance in life and seeing if what I thought I saw at that barbecue was just my imagination or something real.

  Like the realness I feel right now…as his eyes dilate and I see him fighting not to look me up and down like that guy who answered the door.

  I can see he wants to be a gentleman, but I want to tell him neither one of us really wants that now do we?

  Because I want the animal that’s inside. That feral beast.

  And up here in the mountains I know animals do three things…

  Eat, sleep, and have sex.

  And the first two are the farthest things from my mind…unless he wants to eat me up…

  As in swallow me whole in one giant gulp.

  CHAPTER 3

  Maddox

  “What are you doing here?” I ask her.

  All these years I’ve been trained to be aggressive. It comes to me naturally. It’s my M.O.

  But it’s like a switch has flipped inside me and suddenly I want to use my strength and power to protect…to shield her from harm. To wrap my big arms around her and make sure nothing or no-one every harms her ever in this lifetime or the next.

  I know my question shows my surprise to see her, but it’s not the kind of unwanted surprise that those words can convey.

  It’s the surprise of a man so shocked, in the best way possible, that he needs to know to who or what he owes his good fortune to.

  “I’m heading to college in the fall with everything that’s happening these days I want to learn some self defense,” she says.

  People have been asking me to train them or their kids for over half of my thirty-eight years. Yeah, I could have set up one of those MMA gyms in some strip mall in Southern California, or anywhere for that matter, like so many other “pros” do, but that
’s not me.

  My dream was to be a champion…not handing out glorified black belts to people who don’t deserve them.

  Fighting is real and pure to me, and I know she’s pure too…and I want her to be my pure possession now and always.

  “You’re smart,” I say and I mean it. “With all the revelations in Hollywood and U.S.C. being so close to a dangerous part of town it’s a smart move.”

  “How did you know I’m going to U.S.C.?” she asks with a look in her eyes that says maybe it’s me she needs to watch out for. Maybe I’m the stalker who’s more dangerous than anyone she can meet in a dark alley at night.