Dirty Fighter: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (19 page)

I
t was
like watching an actor playing two different people. One minute, Desmond was cheerful and even starting to relax. Then the next, his eyes darkened, and his smile turned into a snarl. I watched as he looked over my shoulder to the front door. Before moving to see who had made him so angry, I watched him as he chugged his beer.

I cringed. Only one person could make him that angry. Turning around, I confirmed my fear; Luke had just walked into the bar, followed by some loyal fans.

“I didn’t think fans knew about this place. Everyone I have seen here so far has been from around the track.” I said to Desmond, turning back to him.

“That’s how it’s always been, but Luke doesn’t play by the rules, now does he?” Desmond shot back at me.

I winced as if his words physically hurt me, which they did a little bit. I knew that he didn’t mean to keep taking digs at me. After all, he knew as well as I did that Luke was the one who ruined the race, not me. Still, his harsh words, somewhat directed towards me, stung. I caught his eye though and right away he softened. His hand covered mine for the second time.

Before he could apologize, I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m getting us another round.”

I rose from the barstool and made my way down to the end. I was grateful when I glanced back and saw that another patron had captured Desmond’s attention, and they were now talking in what looked like a lighthearted manner.

As I leaned against the bar and waited for the bartender, I couldn’t suppress a smile. Watching Desmond, so light and friendly, warmed my heart.

“You know, a gentleman would never make a lady pay for a drink,” Luke said from behind me.

I had to suppress the urge to spin around and spit in his cheating face. Slowly, after gathering my composure, I turned to face him. He had two girls standing close behind him, glaring at me because I had his attention. I couldn’t believe any woman would ever want to be seen with such a person.

“I am sure you are many things, some of them I would love to call you right now, but a gentleman is not one of them.” I shot back.

His eyes narrowed, “Now that’s no way to talk to a potential client. Your services are for sale, aren’t they?”

I gasped, “Excuse me?”

“I mean, as a mechanic of course,” he replied with a sly grin. “What else would I mean?”

I glared at him, “I don’t know what you thought but my services, as a mechanic or as anything else to you, are not for sale. I don’t want to be associated with your kind of dirt.”

One of the girls behind him chuckled softly. His gaze, filled with bitterness, fell on her. She quieted right away, looking like a wounded child. I was sure she had some serious issues to be associated with a man so low on the food chain. Just then, the bartender brought over my drinks.

“Well Luke, it’s been fun catching up. Maybe next time you could try winning like an honest man?” I said to him as I turned away.

“You can’t prove anything.” he muttered under his breath.

I froze and spun back around, “I don’t need to prove anything, you are nothing more than a bottom feeder, and you will get what’s coming to you.”

I didn’t wait for a response as I walked away. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. I had never been one for confrontation, but it was more than that. I wanted to slap the smug look off his face. Everything about the man made my skin crawl. Somehow, I just couldn’t believe that someone so disgusting and cheap actually existed. As I made my way over to Desmond, I knew that I would have some ground to make up. He didn’t look happy at all.

“Having some sharing time with Luke over there?” he asked me with a dull tone.

I smiled. I knew that he was upset about the race. Desmond had every right to be. I wouldn’t hold his anger against him. At least not for the night, if he were still acting like a brat the next day, I would have to put him in his place.

As I sat down, I replied, “Not really. He was just hitting on me, again. I think I broke his ego, though. So that should make you feel a little better, right?”

Desmond laughed, “You’re right. That does make me feel better about a few things.”

“I thought it might.” I replied softly, “He really is a prick, isn’t he?”

Desmond nodded his head, and I looked away from him, over to where Luke was recovering from the rejection. In a tone loud enough for us to hear, he began to relive the race for everyone in the bar. He left out the parts that didn’t shine favorably on him of course, like the fact that he only won because Desmond’s car started to smoke. The patrons didn’t need to hear the whole story; they knew what had happened.

Most of them ignored Luke, but he still had a small but faithful following that encouraged him to go into great details. The more he talked, the more everyone else drank until finally, a few people warmed up to him. With each new shot he bought for the bar, I could see Desmond slipping farther into a new level of hostility.

I knew that if I didn’t do something to pull him out of it, we would both be in lots of trouble. I was worried that his trouble would land him in jail, then we would both lose the race.

At least as things stood now, we still had a chance of winning. If Theresa could pull through of course.

I looked at Desmond and knew what I needed to do, what I wanted to do also. I stood up, pulling his attention back to me and away from Luke whom he had locked eyes with. With my hands on his legs, I stepped forward to where he was sitting so that I was standing between his legs. My hands traveled up the length of his thighs, coming to a stop dangerously close to his shaft.

He caught my eye and grinned as his hands found my waist, pulling me the rest of the way to him. I didn’t try to stop him when he crushed my body into his. His scent was intoxicating. It was everything masculine and delicious that I had thought it would be. I wanted to touch him. I trailed my hands up his arms until they met behind his head, running through his hair and pulling gently.

He closed his eyes, moaning softly. It was all the encouragement that I needed to capture his lips with my own. My body reacted to his touch right away, my body fluttering and my core slashing around itself, begging to be filled with his rod.

I knew that this was going to lead to more and I was ready for it. When our lips touched, the passion was thick in the air. As my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I tasted the beer on his lips and my body begged for more.

After several minutes, I broke away from him. I wanted to be undressed and laying with him. I no longer wanted to be in a crowded bar where people would stop me from stripping down. I wanted to be where I could feel his touch caressing every part of me.

I was panting and out of breath when I looked up at him, pushing him away from me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, breathlessly.

I shook my head. “Not a damn thing.”

“What was that about?” he asked again. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I smiled, “I just thought it would be fun. Hey, do you want to get out of here?”

He nodded his head and rose up from his seat, paying the tab and taking my hand. As we walked past Luke, I saw just how upset our little display had made him.

I knew that Desmond would see the jealous look on Luke’s face too, and I thought about how wonderful it must be for him to be able to rub it in Luke’s face. He didn’t seem like the type of man who got stood up very often. Of course, neither did Desmond.

As we made our way outside, he didn’t let go of my hand. We walked in peaceful silence back through the gates to the raceways and to the temporary garage. As we walked, I couldn’t help but wonder if he treated all the women he slept with so kindly.

He was not just an amazing racer and wonderful person; his touch was like licking the hand of Aphrodite. I wanted and needed more of him like it was some kind of curse.

Whatever happened, I told myself that I would not let my emotions get the best of me. Just because I wanted to have wild and passionate sex with the man at my side, didn’t mean that we had to have some sort of long and drawn out relationship. He was still my employer, and it was still just sex to me. As least that’s what I told myself and it was a lie I was happy to keep alive.

F
or the first
time in my life, I was nervous about what was about to happen. I knew that I wanted Amber more than any other woman I had ever desired. Still, something inside of me felt strange.

My stomach did a little flip each time she bit her lip and glanced over at me as we walked back to the shop. When we got to the tent, my eyes naturally darted over to Theresa. After years of racing against Luke, it was always my first instinct to check on the car.

Amber smiled and took my hand, leading me towards the car. When we reached the hood, she leaned against it, looking good enough to eat. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her hips and pressing her core close to my growing shaft.

The short skirt that she was wearing had been driving me insane all night. I wanted to rip it off of her. She playfully pushed me away and jumped back when I tried to grab her. I watched in amusement as she climbed into the passenger side of the car.

“Have you ever done anything bad in here?” she asked me as she disappeared into the car.

I thought about it for several minutes. Theresa had always been a gem to me. I had never been able to bring a woman near her. They just didn’t seem to understand how important she was. She would always be more than all of them put together. Of course, that was before I met Amber. Now, everything was different.

“No.” I answered earnestly, “I guess we just never made it that far.”

“Well, aren’t you a player,” she said playfully.

“I was, until now,” I said, without realizing the importance of the words.

She smiled at me, “Maybe we can just break in Theresa for now? No need to think about tomorrow. Not when we still have tonight, right?”

I nodded my head, not wanting to kill whatever was happening between us. “Right.”

Following her lead, I took my place behind the wheel. It brought back a flood of memories from the race, and it almost destroyed everything about the fun we were having that night.

Luke had put a dark taint on Theresa, and I didn’t know if we were going to be able to save her again. This time was different. This time, I hadn’t caught his cheating ways in time. We had so much work to do before I would be able to race in the next stage.

“Hey,” whispered Amber as she turned my face to her. “Come back to me. We can worry about her later okay?”

I nodded my head, “Okay.”

“Tonight is about us, I need this as much as you do,” she replied softly.

Her words struck a chord inside of me, and I found myself focusing on her. Leaning forward, I locked her lips into a fierce embrace with my own. I didn’t hold back. I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Nothing was going to stop us, not Luke, not Theresa and not the race.

She was everything that I wanted in that moment. My body began to feel warm, and my shaft continued to grow.

I felt her hand travel up my leg until she was able to feel my cock. I jumped away a little when her hand gripped me. She was strong, and her grip made me want to ejaculate right away. I had never before felt so aroused by a woman.

Amber was turning my world upside down. Her touch sent shivers of desire coursing through my body, shivers that I never wanted to stop. My stomach clenched in anticipation of what was coming.

My heart was racing as she climbed over the shifter to straddle me. I grabbed her hips and squeezed, watching as she bit her lip. It was evident that she liked it when I touched her there. Digging in my thumbs, Amber let out a subtle moan of pleasure.

I smiled as she kneeled down to kiss me tenderly. Tasting her lips, my gaze caught hers, and I saw a glint of playfulness. I moaned in desire as her body pressed against mine. Music filled the air from the radio as the lights from the dashboard cast a soft glow over us.

My hands left her hips and traveled up to her breasts, waiting for her to stop me. I knew that it was what she wanted; she had made that clear from the beginning. Still, I didn’t want her to feel like she was just another woman to me.

She was special, and I needed her to know that. Our eyes stayed locked together as I waited for her to push me away. When that moment never came, I let out a sigh of relief. She was making me feel like a virgin all over again. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Gazing into her eyes, I saw that she was just as aroused as I was. She licked her lips, something I had seen her do before and a move that always seemed to drive me insane.

One day, I promised myself, one day I would take that lip and spend an hour just kissing it. Until she knew how much her subtle little movements turned me on and drove me crazy.

I pulled her close to me, capturing her lips in another kiss before my hands found her hardened nipples. They were barely covered up by the tight shirt she was wearing. I made short work of removing it before pulling my own shirt over my head.

Her skin, touching mine, was everything that I had imagined and more. Her dark areolas looked like warm chocolate, just begging to be licked. Such firm but tender buds, I thought as she gasped out in pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

I smiled as I nibbled a little bit harder on her. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I asked, “Should I stop?”

“No!” she called out. “Please don’t stop. I need more.”

“Let’s see how good you are first,” I said to her playfully.

“Desmond,” she called out softly.

I didn’t need to reply as I unzipped her tight skirt and tossed it onto the passenger seat. She wasn’t wearing anything but a thong underneath. Looking at her exposed flesh, I felt my shaft growing rock hard between my legs.

The bulge in my pants pressed up against her thong. My body was throbbing, ready to plunge into her core, so close and so accessible. Still, I wanted to take things slowly.

Leaning forward, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth again, and her body jerked as she let out a passionate cry. Her hands found the back of my head and her fingers dug into my hair, pushing me harder into her breast.

I didn’t disappoint as I bit down with a little more force, switching back and forth between the two rosy buds on her chest. Before long, her body started to rock and grind against my own, and I couldn’t be patient any longer.

One hand slipped from where it was pushing her against me and went down to feel the warm moisture soaking through her thin panties. I heard her moan softly, and I couldn't resist mimicking the sound.

She was so aroused; it made my cock throb with desire. I wanted to plunge inside of her. Unable to hold back any longer, I pushed my fingers past the thin barrier and into her waiting garden.

“Jesus,” I muttered, feeling how her walls tightened around me.

“Desmond,” she called out breathlessly, “I can't wait any longer. I need you.”

Her words made my heart dance as my fingers vigorously plunged into her again. I knew she couldn't hold out as her nails dug into my back and she began to bounce up and down on them, bringing herself to a climax.

I felt her body tighten around my fingers as her sweet nectar flowed from her body, begging to be tasted by me. When I couldn't take any more torture, I pulled away from her and quickly unzipped my pants.

Pulling out my throbbing, engorged member, I heard her moan. It was just inches from her waiting entrance. She lifted herself up, and I guided the tip into her dripping body, ready to feel her wrapped around me.

I had planned to take it slow. I knew she was small, and I didn't want to hurt her. She, on the other hand, had other plans though.

With a playful glint in her eye, she sat down hard on my cock, making me gasp at the sudden, mind-blowing pleasure of feeling her tight entrance wrapped around me. She began to move up and down on me, my hands guiding her by gripping her hips.

I felt her squeeze my shaft with her body, and I kissed her harder. Just as I thrust into her one last time, my climax rising up, I felt her quiver and shake in a second orgasm. It rolled over my body as my seed spilled into her.

I could feel it dripping back down, but I didn’t care. Amber was the most amazing creature I had ever known. She collapsed onto me, struggling to catch her breath as I did. After several minutes, she sat up, laughing lightly. It was an intoxicating sound as I joined her.

Amber leaned away from me, attempting to compose herself with my shaft still inside of her. Her back caught the horn, and the loud noise made us both jump. We fell together in another bout of laughter, and I couldn't help but see how perfect we were for each other.

I hoped that it wasn't just me feeling that way and she would reciprocate them too. All around us, everything was silent. The only sound was her breathing and my panting. I never wanted it to end.

The windows were covered with steam and outside, the world looked like an alien planet. Hours had passed since we had left the bar but it felt like it had only been minutes. Spending time with Amber was becoming intoxicating. I didn't want to think about that time ending. She climbed away from me, a playful smile on her lips.

“You look rather proud of yourself,” I said with a smirk.

She laughed, “I am! You were pretty good too, Mr. Keys.”

“I could get used to this,” I replied absentmindedly.

She smiled but looked away. “We should probably call it a night.”

“Right,” I muttered.

I knew that she was worried about our professional relationship. I also knew that she cared, though. How would I make her realize that I wasn't just after her body? How could I show her that I wanted more?