Dirty Fighter: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (15 page)

“But! Did I leave room for a ‘but’?” he interrupted.

“Ha! Let me finish. But—I wouldn’t mind having another shot sometime again soon.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Mitch rolled her over and slowly started rubbing her soft, silky breasts again. Rose was glowing and she could feel that her body was basking in post-sex glory. However, her desire to feel Mitch and to let him inside her was overwhelming.

She had barely met Mitch, but he knew all her erogenous zones. It was as if Mitch had a secret road map of her body. Everywhere his fingers traveled, she could feel the sensation zip right through to her core.

“Mitch! Come inside me! Claim me.”

Rose wasn’t coherent, but who would be with the sensations she was feeling? With this god of a man caressing and licking her nipples, she felt all kinds of crazy.

“Rose, why don’t you take the lead this time around? I would like to see you take charge. Show me your best moves. Take this as a challenge,” he said, arching his eyebrow at her.

Mitch knew how to keep Rose going, and with this challenge, he knew that Rose would prove her sexual prowess and ride him; and what else could a man ask for?

In less than a second, he changed positions. Even before Rose could understand what had happened, she found herself straddling Mitch’s perfect body and her breasts dangling right over his chest. She had to admit, she enjoyed the view.

Mitch was still hard and Rose positioned herself just so, so that the head of his cock was pressing at her center. In no time at all, his hard dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. She decided it was time to show him how good she was at taking control in bed.

She took the pin out of her bun and let her hair fall over her face. She licked her lips as if gesturing to just how sexually excited she was, and it aroused Mitch even more. He wanted to kiss those lips and never stop.

It was as if Rose could read Mitch’s mind, and she slowly put her lips on his and devoured him with her kisses.

She got off his dick and broke the kiss to travel down to his chin and then down his neck, peppering kisses along the way. She kept going down further, taking her time to leave a trail of hot kisses on his body. She didn’t seem to be apprehensive of him anymore. She sat on his sculpted body and took his dick in her hand and started massaging it, gently at first and then a bit too fast. Mitch could feel his breath coming in gasps and it was hard for him to stay coherent. Nothing came to his mind; he had never climaxed like this before. He could feel a million things all at once, and when Rose pressed on the tip of his cock, he growled her name and wanted to get inside her more than anything else.

“Damn you, my need for you will be the death of me,” he said, then rolled her over on the bed and pushed deep inside of her.

He didn’t let Rose say another word before he found her g-spot, and together they climaxed without having to wait any longer. Rose closed her eyes and Mitch did, too, following her lead. It was a beautiful sensation, and they felt like they were floating, somewhere far away from this world, in another galaxy where the only people to exist were the two of them.

Mitch stayed locked in the moment for some time. He forgot who he was, who he used to be, the assignment that was due and that the envelope was lying somewhere, the fact that Rose was almost a stranger, his mother whom he had to help, Fernando the agent—who would perhaps mess up his life in more ways than one, the person he was about to kill and every other damn thing.

The only thing that mattered in that instant was Rose and her beautiful body and the sex. The sex was so goddamn exhilarating and it eased every tension in his body.

His body was sore from the second time they had sex, Rose’s lips were swollen, her body flushed pink. She looked like she had been thoroughly satisfied, and even though her hair was a sweaty, tangled mess, she looked fantastic. It had to be said that Rose was a girl who knew how to bring a man to his knees with her body. She was someone he would never get tired of fucking, whether it be day or night.

“Rose, have you ever heard of someone dying from having too much sex?”

Rose laughed and lightly bit his shoulder. “Are you planning to kill me?”

Mitch shuddered at the thought. For a moment, he wondered what happened to all those people he had killed; they would have been someone’s family, too. Someone had cared for them, too. Up until now, he had never allowed himself to feel for the ones he killed, but things were beginning to change.

He decided this wasn’t the right time to think of these things. He would think about it when he was all alone.

Rose could sense that something was off. “Anything bothering you, Mitch?”

“What could possibly bother me when I have such a beautiful lady right beside me?” He kissed her nose again.

“So, tell me how would you rate the sex?”

“It was beyond perfect,” he said with satisfaction.

“So, we have a shot at doing it again?”

“What! Now?”

“Ha, yes, if you want, but I was talking about seeing you again.”

“Yes, I would love to see you again, too. At the risk of sounding like a cheesy pick-up line, I have to say that even though this is only our second meeting, I feel like I have known you forever.”

Rose let his words sink in. She didn’t want to feel so much, so soon, but no matter how hard she tried, she felt herself falling for him. She knew it might be because of the sex hangover and she prayed it was, because only two meetings wasn’t enough to know a person, much less fall in love with him.

“So, what are your plans for today?” Rose asked.

“I haven’t thought much about it, why? What are you doing?”

“There is this girl I want you to meet. I love her.”

“Whoa! Are you into girls, too? That’s quite the announcement!” Mitch acted like he was shocked.

Rose smiled and threw a pillow at him. “Asshole, she is my best friend, more of a soul sister. We grew up together and I want you to meet her because when I came here, I texted her that I wouldn’t be having lunch with her today. She will want all the details and, of course, she will want to meet you.”

“Oh, so you want to introduce me as the new hunk you’re dating?”

“Are we dating, Mitch?” she asked incredulously.

“Well, we definitely had sex. If you consider having sex part of our date, then yes, we are dating.”

“Mitch, I am serious. I am not the kind of girl who enjoys one-night stands.”

“But we had sex in the middle of the day. So, it was technically not a one-night stand,” he said with a wink.

Rose rolled her eyes, and Mitch realized that she was serious.

“Before you formally announce that we are dating, why don’t we go out for a while and see how it feels? I want to test us. The sex was mind-blowing, I want to do it every day and every night, but I know that dating is a lot more than just sex. I don’t know how to explain it any better, but I am not the best guy to date. I would like to see you, have sex with you, but as we decided, this should be casual. If either of us wants to go solo, there should be no hard feelings. I am not looking to settle down. I can’t right now even if I wanted to.”

Rose remembered that it was she who had put the conditions like that and she should be happy that Mitch was echoing her sentiments, but there was a tiny part of her that felt sad about it.

“Yes, that’s true.”

When she didn’t add anything, Mitch kissed her again.

“I want to date you, but don’t you think we should take it a little slow? What is the hurry with me meeting your family and all?”

“I guess you are right. I think I should get going, but hopefully we will see each other again soon.”

“Or you could stay and we could have another round of hot monkey sex.”

“Ha! You are crazy! The charm will wear off if we do it a too much. Let’s wait until we see each other again.”

Rose and Mitch exchanged numbers and he promised to see her soon. Mitch could feel that Rose wasn’t the happiest, but there was little he could do about that.

“Rose, I may have to leave the city for some work soon. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I will call you soon. I promise.”

She nodded and started dressing herself. They hadn’t quarreled, but the vibe in the room had shifted.

Mitch told himself that he shouldn’t worry about it, that he did nothing wrong, but it didn’t feel right.

He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately and just like that Rose melted into his arms. She looked up into his eyes, and he could see how vulnerable she felt.

“We will see each other again, won’t we?” Rose asked.

“Of course. We will. We’ll do a lot more than see each other. We are going to do a lot of smoking hot things together.” He tried to lighten the mood and gave her a sheepish smile.

After talking for a few more minutes, Rose left and Mitch was once again all alone in his apartment.

Though he had been alone all his life, somehow he suddenly felt lonely. He had the best start to his day with some incredible sex that made him feel as fresh as he ever had. However, things had gone downhill without a specific reason, and both of them had felt like the momentum had dropped. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, but he decided it was time to focus on some business.

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D
ESMOND

I'm used to winning. Races, women, money... It's all ripe for the taking. But Amber Martinez might just be my first challenge... A mechanic is a long shot from the high class socialites I usually go for. I shouldn't even be thinking about her, oiled up as she fixes my car. First, I need to win my last race.

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MBER

I'm not just a mechanic. I'm the best there is in the business, and Desmond Keys needs my help. I know he can win this race with my help. I have no interest in a womanizer like Desmond - pretty boy playboys are not my thing. But there's something about him, a fatal charm, that makes me desire him... And that can only mean trouble.

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“
H
ere they come folks
! It looks like lucky thirteen is going to prove he’s the top dog once again here in Chicago! Desmond Keys is posed to be our champion,” yelled Glen Cooper into his microphone.

It was no secret that number thirteen was Glen’s favorite race car. I couldn’t blame him, he was my best friend, and I was the driver he was cheering for. It was nice to always have someone up there in the stands rooting for me—even if he was a little childish and slightly irritating at times. You couldn’t compete with loyalty like his nowadays. It was hard to come by, and I appreciated him for that.

I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering but luckily, it shifted back onto the race just in time to catch a glimpse of movement. Just as I dropped my car into its highest gear to prepare for the final stretch, a black car came into my side view. I didn’t need Glen’s commentary blasting through the headset to tell me who it was approaching at my flank. The only racer who stood a chance against me was Luke Chambers.

“Not today you prick,” I muttered.

I swerved my car to the side, stopping Chambers from making a close pass and possibly sending me into the railing, a stunt he had pulled before. Chambers slammed on his brakes. I could hear the tires squealing behind me—even over the hum of my engine.

“A great save by number thirteen! It looks like Keys will be taking home the gold once again,” announced Glen's confident voice.

I had to cringe at my friend’s words. I'd never been the superstitious type, but I hated to assume I was going to win. Later, I would be saying a few choice words to the man.

Sure, Glen was right, with only half a mile between me and the finish line, victory was almost guaranteed. Still, saying the phrase out loud seemed like bad luck though. As if the gods knew I was going to win, I heard a subtle change in the humming under my car’s hood.

“Shit,” I muttered.

My hand left the steering wheel and reached up to press a button on the headset. A loud chime, followed by a masculine voice laced with a thick Hispanic accent blared in my ears.

“What’s up boss?” said José.

From where I was positioned on the track, I could see my main mechanic run out of the side tent to the road, looking for the car that was as much his baby as it was mine. While other racers had a fleet of cars, I just had the one. In my opinion though, that’s all you needed to win.

I don’t have a huge pit crew either. José did the best work I'd ever seen, so I made sure he had enough money to take care of himself and his family. It was another friendship started with a common interest but fed with a mutual respect.

“José, she just missed the second cylinder again,” I said quickly.

José cursed in Spanish before saying, “I knew that little tramposa was up to no good!”

I had to sigh as the crowd grew closer. The noise was growing louder with each passing second. I knew that the damage caused by one small, misfiring cylinder would mean thousands of dollars and countless man hours to repair. I also knew it would mean breaking up another fight or risk losing the best teammate I had ever hired. There was no doubt in my mind that the misfire had been intentional.

“José, you don’t know that it was Chambers’ men,” I murmured, waiting for the backlash.

I didn’t have to wait long. “That’s horse crap, and you know it! That shady bastard was lurking around Theresa last night. He’s lucky I didn’t bury him then!”

“José!” I shouted.

I couldn’t find the words I needed to follow up with the threat, though. I had been in the garage when José found one of Chambers’ men trying to sneak past him. They had both gone over the car until the early morning hours, but neither of them found anything wrong with it.

I'm no mechanic, but I could hear when something was off with my prized Theresa from a mile away. Compared to the rest of the racing scene, she was an old car. At two years old, she has been fine tuned to outrun all the competition. It was a labor of love, not of money. I have no use for the money.

I crossed the finish line just as the first puff of smoke snuck out from under Theresa’s hood. I raced past the waiting throngs of people and the winner’s circle and went directly to the tent. José was waiting with a bucket full of tools and a jug of iced water.

I jumped from the car and popped open the hood, ignoring the people racing my way. I did, however, catch a glimpse of the two girls who were waiting for me at the tent.

I had never seen them before, but that wasn’t surprising. With my hot winning streak and devilishly handsome good looks, women flocked to me no matter where I was. I couldn’t stop myself from shooting them a flash of my breathtaking smile before returning my attention to the car.

The women would be there when I finished. They always were. It was one of the few perks I made sure to enjoy when I had the time. The women loved me, and I loved them right back. Of course, none of them would ever replace Theresa in my life.

“Desmond! Is something wrong with your car?” asked a reporter as they started to crowd around me.

Another one spoke up, “Do you think it’s time to finally replace it?”

“Is it money problems that stop you?” asked a third.

My eyes shot over the hood to José, and we suppressed a laugh. Money was the least of my worries. It was always fun to keep the press guessing, though.

“Go,” said José, knowing I would need to anyways, “I will take care of her, I always do.”

I smiled at my friend before turning to the reporters, “Alright, let’s have it!”

As I made my way to the winner’s circle, I answered the questions as the press threw them my way. When we reached the outskirts of the circle, I saw the black car parked in the winner’s spot, and my eyes narrowed.

“Was that your spot?” asked Chambers, his eyes full of malice.

“I didn’t think they let the losers get this close to the winning circle,” I seethed.

Luke glared back, “Well, they had to have something to put there, you just drove right on by! I hope nothing’s wrong with your old car?”

“Nothing that can’t be fixed, unlike your losing streak,” I replied.

Luke took a step towards me, but I was ready. I wanted nothing more than to lay the cheating man out on the ground and put him in his place. If I had any doubt about my car’s misfire being an accident, it was gone now.

One look at Luke Chambers and I knew that he was the reason my car was almost blown now. I could feel the rage begin to build within me, my fists clenched and I took another step toward the other driver, ready to beat him to a pulp. Before I could advance any further, a small man with curly brown hair stepped between the two of us.

“Whoa! Here he is folks, your winner!” said Glen, microphone in hand.

He had a fake smile plastered across his face for the cameras that were still flashing, taking in every second of the heated rivalry.

“Let’s see if we can’t get some questions answered. Jane?” said Glen, nodding to one of the few female reporters.

“Desmond, are you accusing Luke of tampering with your car?” she asked, her perky attitude and body seductively turned towards me.

I turned on the charm as I ran my fingers through my dark hair, “Not at all Jane, just a friendly rivalry.”

“What about the rumors that you won’t be racing in the Grand Nevada Cross-State next month?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but cringe, I had hoped that wouldn’t get brought up. There was nothing to the rumor, but it was going to be difficult for me to race. Several years ago, José drank a little too much tequila and started a fight with one of the race officials at the bar. Now, he was banned from the race. I was doing everything I could to make sure that my pit-boss was going to be able to come, including kissing some major rear.

Still, I couldn’t just miss the race. It was the largest one of the season and the final notch on my shifter. Winning the GNCS would be the pinnacle of my racing career.

I shook my head, “There is no truth to those rumors whatsoever. I will be racing in Nevada no matter what!”

“Even though the judges are standing by the ban?” she asked him.

I glared at Chambers and saw what I had feared, the man was smiling. I’d never been one to accept defeat, and I wasn’t about to start now.

“I promise you, Jane, I will be at that race. My mechanic may not be able to come help me stop anyone who’s potentially trying to fight unfair, but I will hold my own,” I said, my eyes fixed on Luke.

I come by my determination earnestly. I had taken my uncle's prized car for a spin at the ripe old age age of fifteen and I’ve been hooked on the rush ever since. The result had been brutal. I'd been chased by two police officers, and my father had to pay a hefty bribe just to keep me out of trouble. The flashback made my chest hurt, and I quickly shook myself free from the memory. It had been one of the last ones that I had of my parents before the accident.

The cameras flashed as Luke was led away from the winner’s circle for my final round of pictures and I couldn’t help but gloat a little bit. Each time I won, I loved watching as the smug man got a bit more agitated.

As I looked past the group, I saw José working on my car and the two blondes still waiting for me, jumping up and down and cheering my name. I couldn’t ask for anything more as I raised the winner’s cup high above my head. I thought about everything that had brought me there and how I couldn’t let my dream end now. Not when I was so close.

With José unable to be at my side for the Nevada race, I couldn’t help but wonder what else was going to happen. I already had the best mechanic in the country. How would I ever find someone to replace him, even if it was only for one race?

Losing wasn’t an option; I was going to need to find someone to step in. While the press started to dissipate, the two girls sauntered over to where I was talking with Glen. I caught the taller one’s eyes and decided that everything else could wait—at least for one more night of fun that is.