Page 6 of Fighter

My eyes trace her body as she lets the slim black dress fall to her ankles. She steadies herself on the dresser as she kicks it aside. I can see she’s not comfortable in those heels. Maybe she wasn’t lying about tonight being her first night at the club.

Her lingerie causes my balls to go taut between my thighs. I’ve got a week’s worth of seed built up inside of me. Jerking off before a fight is a no-no, so I’ve been waiting. But as I watch her step into my shorts, I realize tonight might just be the night I break my pre-fight routine.

The curves of her ass and hips draw my eye as she moves. Then, as she raises her arms above her head to put my shirt on, I get a perfect view of the rest of her. The lace bra she’s wearing was obviously chosen to show off as much as possible. I can see her perky, hard nipples through the fabric. My cock is throbbing, and like a dog, I start to salivate.

“What are you two doing in there?!” Her friend’s hammering on my door shatters the moment like a bucket of ice water poured over your head in a sauna.

“Fuck,” I growl as Roxy lets my T-shirt fall over her shoulders.

“She’s just going to keep doing that until you let her in,” she says with a shrug that makes me think she doesn’t want her here either. Most guys would be happy about a package deal like this one, but I just want to get her alone, which is actually blowing my mind.

You’d think a guy like me would be a pussy hound – fighting at night, blowing his cash on hookers and blow by day. But I guess I defy the stereotype. Aside from tonight’s impulse buy, I’m careful with my money. I don’t chase women. I don’t have a habit. I keep my eye on the prize and my mind in the future. I don’t want to do this my whole life. I’m already thirty-two. I want a woman. I want something real. And despite all the looking I’ve been done, I haven’t found her yet.

Until now.

Grumbling, I unlock the door, and her friend comes barging in like she owns the place. I guess she’s used to guys at the club who bend over backwards to get her attention.

“What was that?” she snaps.

“I wanted to be alone with her.”

She scoffs and glances at Roxy, then back at me. “Alone with her? You paid for us both—”

“You made me pay for both of you,” I firmly correct her.

Anastasia laughs. She clearly doesn’t believe me. “Right. The first guy on Earth who isn’t into having sex with two girls.”

“I didn’t pay for sex either,” I tell her. “I paid to get her

out of the club where all those men were.”

“And what’s the plan now, Romeo? We just hang out all night and then you keep paying her to never go back?”

“Believe me,” I growl, turning my attention to Roxy, “if I was a billionaire, you would never set foot in that place again.”

Something flashes in Roxy’s eyes – like a layer of her defenses has just gone down. Something sparks inside me as she stands there before me, wearing my clothes like she just woke up after spending the night with me. It’s ten times better than any lingerie she could ever buy. Yeah, I could get used to that.

“Uh huh,” Anastasia replies. “So you aren’t going to ask us both to blow you in an hour?”

“You can leave,” I snap, turning back to her. She frowns quickly and shakes her head in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I say, unfaltering.

It’s clear this girl isn’t used to rejection. Back at the club she’s probably the queen bee, but here in my house, she won’t be spreading any of that honey.

Anastasia looks to Roxy for support, but she just sort of shrugs. Indignant, Anastasia looks flustered for a moment, then crosses her arms over her chest. “No. I won’t be going. I’m not just leaving my friend here with some strange man! And if you’ll excuse us for a moment, I need to talk to my friend!”

Quickly, she grabs Roxy by her delicate arm and pulls her from the bedroom and closes the door behind her. I think about following after them, but I don’t. Girls need their space to gossip or whatever it is they want to do. I can wait a couple of minutes. I make a point of not trying to listen in on their conversation, but Anastasia makes it clear that she wants me to hear.

“What do you think Richard will do when he finds out we’re here? You think he’ll be happy to know you were wearing some strange guy’s clothes?”

Roxy, however, keeps her voice down so I can’t hear her reply, but I’m smart enough to know that Richard is her boyfriend and Roxy doesn’t actually care about him being upset. If she did, why would she have agreed to come here in the first place? No, she’s just doing it to get to me.

“Enough!” I bellow as I yank the door open, almost tearing it off its hinges. Both the girls almost jump out of their skins. “No more Richard talk! I don’t want to hear it! I didn’t pay for you to come here talking about other men. Got it!?”

“Got it,” Roxy replies, her voice soft. Anastasia looks scared, but only for a moment. She quickly shakes it off and frowns at me, then slowly nods.

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