Dirty Love (Fighting Dirty Series Book 1) (5 page)

“Absolutely.” I am beside myself right now.

His hand brushes my cheek. “I can’t wait to see how far we can go together.”

I smile. Things are looking up.

I excuse myself to change back into my clothes. Afterwards I join him in the corridor.

Parker offers to see me out and I agree not wanting this fantastic day to end.

“Can I show you something before you go?”

“Sure.” He probably wants to show me something to do with the fights.

We step onto the elevator and we ride down one floor in silence.  Parker leads the way until we reach a set of stairs. “There isn’t an elevator to where I am taking you. I didn’t take your choice of shoes into account.”

“It’s fine, my feet can handle it. I need the practice wearing them for the fights anyway.”  We exit at a door that says roof access.

“Watch your step,” he tells me placing a hand at the base of my back. There’s a small drop from the door to the roof.

I wasn’t expecting such a beautiful view of the sunset. “I love the view up here.  It is truly breath taking Parker. Thank you for showing me.”

“You are most welcome.”

We stand together enamored by the busy city that is below us. Everyone looks like ants scurrying along the sidewalk.

“I’m really looking forward to working with you Brandi. I hope this isn’t out of line, but you’re beautiful. I was captured by your beauty the first time I saw you. You remind me so much if someone I used to know.”

I want to ask who, but I don’t know him well enough to oppress for details.

“Thank you,” I reply warmly.

“I guess you’d like to get home and off your feet.” He leads me back down the stairs to the elevator. We ride down four floors and walk down two halls before getting on another elevator. My feet are feeling pretty achy by the time we reach our destination in the parking garage. The lights are a lot dimmer than normal. It gives me goose bumps. I know I have nothing to be creeped out by. I am being escorted to my car on the top floor of the garage by Parker. I had to park on the top; there weren’t any spots left on the lower levels when I arrived.

I don’t even notice that his yellow corvette is parked right next my jeep, until I am at my driver's side door. I am thankful that he still hasn’t placed me as being the girl with the guys who dented in his car.

“Can I ask you something funny Parker?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“What do you think of the nickname women have for you?” I don’t know why I am so curious to hear his response to my question. Nor can I believe that really just came out of my mouth.

“Which one? I’ve been called many things, but if you are referring to PG—Pussy Getter. I don’t like it all. It makes me seem like someone who is clearly only interested in one thing. That’s just not the case. I just haven’t found a woman who can hold my attention very long.” But the way his eyes look when he talks leads me to think otherwise they almost match the sadness Royce’s eyes have held when he would talk to me about Elizabeth.

He pulls me towards him. The movement is unexpected. “Can you hold my attention?” Parker traces my jaw with his finger.

“I’m a woman of many talents,” I throw his words from earlier back at him.

He laughs and tugs my hand leading me to the front of his car.

“I like you,” he tells me.

“I think I like you too,” I tease, unable to believe that I am doing this right now—flirting with Parker Garrett. A part of me is doing it because Royce told me to stay away. Why does he get to dictate anything I do? He gave up the right to tell me what to do when we broke up.

“Why are you obsessed with the number seven?” Parker has my back pressed down on the hood of his car.

He bends down holding his mouth so close to mine that I can feel his lips graze mine as he speaks.

“For one, it’s my lucky number. Two, it’s the number of positions I’m going to have you in. And third, most importantly it is the number of times I am going to get you off.” He pulls me off the car and back to standing toe to toe with him. “Now turn your fine ass around so I can work on that zipper.” 

My legs are trembling with goose bumps and excitement. I can’t believe this is really happening. That I am here in this moment with Parker Garrett of all people.  Taking my time, I slowly turn my back to him.

“Place your palms flat on the hood of the car.”

The dent in the hood has already been repaired. Then again a man with his money probably has a fleet of Corvettes.

I do as he instructs me. As I bend forward he places a knee between my legs and spreads them apart.  His mouth is against my ear as he whispers hoarsely, “Are you sure about this Brandi?”

I can’t find my voice so I moan lightly and he slowly undoes the zipper of my strapless dress.  Trailing kisses down my back as he slides my dress down to my ankles he grips my hips hard. His hands are large but smooth. Parker works his way up to the front of my torso and squeezes my left breast.

“Have you ever been fucked good and hard because I’m about to fuck you like an animal.”  He growls as he bites the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder. In one swift motion my panties are ripped from my body. The cool air against my skin is the only indication that I was ever wearing any.  I am thankful that he can’t see my face right now. It’s hard telling the contorted expression my face is making in pleasure right now.  My hips instinctively roll into his crotch, and my back arches in response to his finger as it massages my clit. “Do you like it rough?”

He pinches my nipple with his free hand as I pant, “yes.”

It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, well one man –Royce. I don’t want to think about him right now though.

Parker takes a moment to unzip his pants. Rolling a condom on he slides the head of his cock between my cheeks. With one hard thrust he is inside me.  I am in a daze of ecstasy as we get lost in each other.  His hands are everywhere at once— fondling, pinching, caressing, and pleasuring every nerve in my body.  I feel like I am about to shatter into a million pieces with every thrust. I ride the wave of carnal pleasure that passes through me. I swear I just had a triple orgasm. How can one man make my body feel like I am with three people at once as he and only he fucks me senseless?

Parker continues to pound into me harder and harder. He pulls out and turns me around so that I am now lying flat on my back across the hood of his ‘vette. “Brandi no heels on the car, I just had it repaired.” He licks his way down each of my calves as he removes my stilettos.  I study him as he continues to lick and nip his way back up to me. He is so damn gorgeous. His muscles look like they are carved from stone.  I never thought he would be the tattoo type.  There is a flock of birds taking flight from his left side to under his ribs on the same side of his chest.

I am caught off guard when his tongue slithers inside me, as he sucks and fingers my pussy. “You taste like a dream and fuck like a goddess.”

I pull him to my mouth and lick his lips. Tasting me on his juicy lips is such a turn on.  His eyes are on fire and they are burning straight through me. This is the most erotic experience I have ever had.  Parker Garrett has me saying Royce who?

“I am going to eat you alive Brandi.” He murmurs as his mouth closes over my clit.  My hips buck and I press my hands down on the back of his head, sending his tongue deeper inside my pussy. I lie back against the cold metal of the car and gaze lazily all around. We are on the top floor of the parking garage it feels like we are completely alone without another soul for miles. I could stay right here with this fucking delectable hunk forever.

I find myself at a sideways angle as Parker grips my right knee bending it over the crook of his arm. I bend my left leg out and flatten it against the car.  It hurts at first to be in such an awkward position, my leg muscles are burning.

My nails rake down his back as he slams into me bringing me over the edge beyond reason— I can’t believe that this is real. Parker’s body begins to jerk and twitch as he too dives over the edge of the cliff and collapses on top of me. He bites down on my nipple as his muscles are still convulsing. A growl of satisfaction leaves his lips.

“That wasn’t seven positions,” I pinch his ass trying to get his weight off of me.

“The night isn’t over yet.”

“No, but I am exhausted to be quite honest.”

“Another time then?” He looks down at me with hope that I will say yes.

I’m not sure what to say, he is my boss now, and this is wrong for so many reasons. I’m not even sure I can drive myself home after this. But life is short and I’d be crazy to say no.

“Yes, definitely yes.”

“Fuck,” he grumbles with frustration.

“Are you okay,” I look over at him wondering what could’ve upset him.

“I hate to tell you this but um the condom broke. Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah I get the shot, um are you ya know clean?”

“Yeah, I get tested regularly. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch soon.” Parker waits until I am fully dressed and securely in my car before he gets into his own and drives off.

Once his taillights are out of sight I begin bouncing in my seat. That was the most amazing sex in the history of sex everywhere. How can I ever want another man after tonight? He said he would be in touch, but what does that even mean? We didn’t even exchange numbers. I am sure he probably already knows it; I did put it on my paperwork I submitted weeks ago for the open call. Besides it is his company I work for so it wouldn’t be hard for him to pull my employee file I am sure.  But why would he call me, I just gave him the one thing he probably wanted from me anyway. What if he fires me? What if he thinks I’m just a whore who goes around sleeping with just any Tom Dick or Harry? Why do I have to complicate things further by over thinking it…ugh?

After composing myself enough to drive home I hope that Kline is either already in bed or not home.

If he picks up on my mood, he will ask me a gazillion question that I don’t want to think about. I could blame it on my Royce encounter, but I don’t know how I feel about that situation either. And I am sure Kline will be non-too pleased to hear that I am even thinking of starting up with Royce again.

All the lights are off once I get inside the door of the apartment. There aren’t any keys on the kitchen counter but my own.  I didn’t see Kline’s truck in the lot either. Good it appears that I will be able to bathe and go to sleep.

**

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What the serious fuck Brandi!” I awake to the ranting of one very pissed off bother.

“It’s too early for this shit Kline, go away.” I roll over and face the opposite direction from where he is standing. I don’t even have to look at him to know that he is standing by my bed with his fist clinched, and his mouth curled up in a snarl.

“When were you planning to tell me you were back with Royce, fucking Royce King? What in the hell are you thinking? Are you really going to marry that tool?”

I pop up and stare at him with wide eyes.

“What? I bumped into him yesterday. And A you have no right to judge me when you jump anytime Charlie cries. And B I don’t know what in the hell you are talking about. Married… me to Royce.? Are you crazy?”

“I don’t know what to think.” He throws his hands up in the air with frustration. “Royce came up to me in the gym, and started rambling on about how he wanted us to squash our beef because he was going to be my brother one day.”

“Can we not do this right now Kline. I’m tired and I need coffee? I don’t know what’s got into Royce. He asked me to give him a chance and I told him I would think about it. That’s it. And thanks for blowing off my best friend and leaving me to deal with the fall out.”

I have so many text messages from Tiff asking where Kline is and whey he isn’t returning her calls.

His face pales at the mention of her name.

He doesn’t want to argue about Tiffany. On that note Kline gives in and leaves me to fall back asleep, and dream about all of my troubles.

Chapter 4

It’s been days without a word from Parker Garrett. I did get a confirmation email from his secretary about my cage girl job I will make my debut at the title fight though. So at least he hasn’t fired me, yet. I guess I was right about Parker, he got what he wanted and that’s that. Except I can’t stop thinking about him, and the wild sex we had. I have never felt anything like that in my life. 

Then there’s Royce, he has been making an effort. He has texted and called me every morning when I wake, and every night after I get off work.

Take today’s text for instance it reads.

Royce: The thought of all those men getting to see you dressed in a bikini looking so sexy while I have to concentrate on winning my fight kills me. I don’t want them seeing my girl in barely nothing or dreaming of you, but I realize that I this is an amazing opportunity for you. Besides if any man touches you I will rip his fingers from his hands

Ps I love you.

How can I ignore that? I feel like my heart and my head are having an internal tug of war over what I want vs. what I need.  I know Royce can make me happy and like I said Parker is nothing other than a man whore. But so was Royce while we were apart. I told him about my spot with Lucky 7, he said we will see what my contract states about us dating, but he doesn’t care if its prohibited. I was his before I signed. What he doesn’t know is that I slept with Parker. I know I should probably tell him, but now that Parker is blowing me off, does it even mater?

Me: Pick me up at 4, the fight starts at 5:30. I figure you can treat me to dinner before it starts. xx

Royce: You won’t regret this Brandi. I’m going to make you happy just you wait and see.

“You still coming to my fight?” Kline takes up the seat across from me on the other end of the sofa.

“I’ll be there after my date.” I smirk and toss a throw pillow his way. “Speaking of dates, what’s up with you and Tiffany?” Kline gives me his annoyed face. I know what that means, he’s over it. And see, that is why I can’t worry about Parker, he is like Kline. They get one thing and then they move on to the next.

“I don’t know. She got all weird and clingy acting like we were exclusive. I felt like she was smothering me. You know how I get.”

“She’s’ my friend Kline. I warned you!”

“I’ll talk to her. Soon. I promise.” I frown but don’t press him any further. There’s no point in it. “I hope you know what you’re doing with Royce. That guys a real dick.”

“Well that dick happens to love your sister, so get over it.” I smirk.

“Please don’t say the words dick and sister together in a sentence ever again.”

“As long as you promise to cut Royce some slack.”

“I tell you no lies. I won’t promise, but I will try not to co-cock him.”

“Suppose that will do for now.”  I get up and start getting ready for my date. 

I can’t believe I am going to give Royce a chance, but I don’t see any other guys beating down my door either. Especially not Parker Garrett. I guess he will be a secret I keep hidden down deep in my heart. I’ve got to get that man out of my head. It’s not fair for me to be with Royce while dreaming of another man. When I’m with Royce I feel like me. With Parker— that man makes me want things… dirty things.

OZ has been steering clear of me too. I think Kline scared him off.

Now I need to get dolled up for Royce. I would call Tiffany and ask for her help, but I don’t think she’d be up for it considering Kline just dropped her like a bad habit. I knew he’d do it too. So I call Sug instead.

I probably should be grilling Kline about Charlie and how many more fights it’s going to take to get him out of the hole this time, but I don’t have the energy. I’m trying to be excited for my date with Royce, even though I am perturbed about his telling my brother we are back together. No decision has been made regarding that.

Sug is here. I can hear her making a fuss over Kline being shirtless in the living room. “Sug, come on back I’m in my room,” I call out rescuing Kline.

“Sorry girl, I couldn’t get away from that fine brother of yours. He should come with a warning label.” I roll my eyes at her. I get it my brother is good looking, but I don’t need to hear it constantly. I wonder if this is how he feels when the guys rag on him at the gym about me.

“So tell me about this date, who is he and where is he taking you?”

“Don’t hurt me, it’s Royce and he is taking me to dinner and the fight.”

“Nuh uh gir! l I know you must have hit your head. Royce. What the hell is you thinking.” Sug has her arms crossed and is acting standoffish.  Her dark hair is braided tightly against her scalp, showing off her high cheek bones. She should have gone to beauty school.

“I’ll tell you about it later but right now I need you to work your magic.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know that’s what they all say.” I wink and she smacks the top of my head as I take a seat at my vanity so she can do my hair.

She twists a braid around the top of my head like a headband and puts the rest of my hair in a beautiful French twist. “That should hold up nice and tight for tonight too.” She showers me in hairspray. “But I don’t know what we can do about your face.” She laughs and I nudge her in the ribs.

An hour later, I look and feel amazing. Sug left with the promise that I’d give her full details at work later tonight. I have on a plum A-line dress with a deep v in the front and back of my torso paired with my favorite wedge sandals. “Kline, can you help me with my bracelet?” I ask him as I put my diamond studs in my ears.

“Sure. Whoa sis, you look like a woman.” Kline is staring at me like I just grew a third head.

“I’d hope dear brother of mine that I have always looked like a woman.”

He shakes his head and makes me promise I’ll be cheering him on tonight. Tonight he has to win. He wants me there says I’m his good luck charm. I forgot to ask who he is going up against, too late now he’s already gone and Royce will be here at any moment. I check my bag to make sure I have everything I will need for work tonight.

There a stern knock on the door, Royce is a few minutes early. I open the door to find Parker standing on the other side. Before I am over of my initial shock, Parker speaks. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“I’m sorry I just wasn’t expecting you. I’m actually headed out. I have a date,” the word date getting stuck in my throat.

“A date,” he rolls the word around on his tongue like it has a bitter taste. What did he expect? Did he think I would be here waiting for him to show up and sweep me off my feet? I’m a big dreamer, but I am impatient. I want what I want when I want it. I’m a little pissed with him, but I can’t deny how good he looks. As much as I’d like to pull him forward by his tie and take him into my room and explore his body with my tongue for hours, I have a date to go on.

“Yeah dinner and the fights. Aren’t you going to be there?” he does own the company that promotes them.

He shakes his head. “My apologies, some other time then.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in touch.” I close the door in his face before he even has time to respond.  Rude of me I know, but I can’t have Royce showing up and seeing Parker Garrett at my door. I keep forgetting that I don’t owe either Royce or Parker a thing.  There is just this chemistry between Parker and me, but I feel it’s more like lust. Royce, that man knows me in ways no one else does. He’s safe and he loves me.

I can hear Royce revving the engine of his mustang downstairs.  Grabbing my bag, I lock the door to leave. I bump into him halfway down the stairs. “Here let me take your bag, I’ll put in my trunk.”

He looks nice for our date. He is actually wearing a dress shirt with jeans, but he makes them jeans look damn good. I can’t help but check out his ass as he walks down the stairs. “Hey,” he shouts over his shoulder to me. “Did I just see a corvette pull out of here?”

“No idea, this is a busy street,” I lie.

“Yeah,” he says back looking uneasy before he puts my bag in the trunk and comes back around to the passenger side to open my door for me. “You look good enough to eat.”  Royce takes my hand and kisses it slowly. He is really laying it on thick— a little too thick.

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.”

He slides into his seat and takes a hold of my hand once more, making me blush with his romantic attempts. "Did you pack clothes to sleep over at my place? I figured I can pick you up after work or you can drop me at home after the fight and take my car.” And there’s the Royce I know and somewhat love.

“No, I plan on sleeping in my bed. ALONE. I’m here with you now so let’s just take it slow. I’m not ready to rush back into anything immediately.”

“Okay, no pressure.” He turns out of the lot and heads for a familiar place, the Italian restaurant he asked me to be official with him at. Could he be more obvious? Royce is making me a little nervous with the way he keeps staring at me like he is just seeing me for the first time, and I am still on edge over Parker showing up at my door. I haven’t even begun to process my thoughts on his unscheduled visit. And how did he find my address?  Probably the forms I filled out. I sound so paranoid.

We are seated at the restaurant and I decide to have some wine to help loosen me up. Royce deserves my full attention. “Hey you okay, you seem far off lost in thought perhaps?”

“I’m worried about Kline.”

“Yeah he’s pitted against The Punisher. That guy is a real animal. Kline is going to have to be careful. I heard once that he put his sparring partner in a coma. I fought him once but that was a few years back.”

“Jeez thanks a lot, now I don’t know if I can eat.”

“You know I’m never one to sugar coat. Just keeping it real.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s not just this fight though. He’s helping Charlie again.” Royce takes my hand in his offering the little comfort he can give me right now. I don’t even have to explain the situation to Royce he already knows all about Charlie and his misgivings.

“How deep is he in?”

“Fifty.”

“THOUSAND! Jesus Brandi, what in the hell was Charlie thinking?” His outburst grabs the attention of everyone in the dining room.

“Keep your voice down. I don’t know, but whatever it was Kline is paying the price.”

“You know I don’t have to tell you that if people find out that Kline is working the fights he’s going to end up with a lot more than a bloody lip and black eye.”

“I know but it’s the Garretti brothers.” It doesn’t escape my attention that Royce’s spin stiffened at the mention of their name. He’s probably just as scared of them as the rest of Las Vegas. You don’t live or work in Sin City and not fear their name.

They are the Mob— you don’t fuck with them or most importantly their money. “Have they threatened you?”

“I don’t know. Kline says that if he doesn’t get the money, they will come after me or my mom to prove a point to Charlie.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Our conversation is interrupted with the delivery of our dinner. I spend a good portion of the meal stabbing my cheese ravioli with my fork while pretending to take bites, so I don’t have to talk about Charlie or where we stand.

By the time we make it to the warehouse where the fights are held there is barely a parking space left. Looks like this Punisher fellow brings an enormous crowd.  I tuck my cell phone in my bra. I’m not risking taking my purse inside with a crowd like this.  Royce opens my door for me and once I am out of the car he presses my back up against the door. He goes in for a kiss, but I turn and give him my cheek. I’m not feeling into it right now.

I have too much on my mind.

“Come on Bran, you used to love my lips…my tongue…” He presses himself against me further.

“Royce the fight, remember? And I said SLOW.”

With a frustrated sigh he backs off but still takes me by the hand.

Inside the warehouse is insane. Since we were late to arrive we have to stand in the back. I usually get here earlier enough with Kline to get a seat up front.  I try to look around to catch a glimpse of my brother but he’s nowhere to be seen. I always wish him good luck. I have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Discreetly I take out my phone and try sending him a text. I don’t get a response from him, but there is no need for one when I see him making his way through the crowd for me and Royce.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it.”

“Show him what you’re made of man.”  Royce clamps Kline on the shoulder in a show of his support.

“Thanks man.” I never thought I’d see the day my brother and Royce would actually be civil. Maybe hell has frozen over. Weren’t they trying to kill each other not too long ago?

“Kick some ass brother,” I give him a quick peck on the cheek and pray that my brother walks away from this fight. I watch worriedly as he enters the octagon. I grow even more nervous when I see the size of the guy he is about to go toe to toe with.

Paulie ‘The Punisher’ Davios is huge compared to Kline. What in the hell is my brother thinking? This guy stands a good 6’2 and weighs at least 280 pounds of pure muscle. The crowd has erupted in a chant, “Punisher, Punisher,” they scream making my pulse race with fear.  I need to get my emotions in check and send my brother some kick ass vibes.