The Bucket List (2 page)

"Her name is
Rachael," he answered, not revealing she was also Irving's illegitimate child. That was something both Rae and Corey worked painstakingly hard to keep hidden.

"I've never seen her about before," Dave said. "Is she
Corey's new 'special friend'?"

The reason most of the
fighters had never met her, or if they have, had never been properly introduced, was because her visits were always flying ones. She, like them, had a very busy schedule, so whenever they happened to be in the same town, she'd stay with them for only one or two nights. So when she did stop, she was always too busy catching up with Corey. It was their downtime, so to speak, when they both took a break from whoring. This time was different though. She was staying for a few weeks. He couldn't say he was looking forward to it, because where Rae went, drama always followed.

"No, they've been friends for a fucking long time,"
John said. “But Corey keeps her to himself."

"Can't blame him," Brian smirked. "She's hot."

And he'd stand no fucking chance, John thought.

"Can I crash with one of you guys?" he asked. "My room is kinda crowded tonight."

"You mean they really are going to share that girl?" Dave asked.

John nodded.

"Told you," Paul said. "I can spot a lesbian miles away."

"Fuck!" Brian swore. "Lesbian? I was so sure she came on to me when I bumped into her on my way to the bathroom."

John had to laugh. Rae fucked anything that moved. With her traveling with them for a while, they'd work that out for themselves soon enough.

"You can crash in
Tom’s bed. He's not checking in till tomorrow," Dave offered.

"Thanks. I'll be out of your hair early morning."

That would give Rae and Corey enough time to use the girl and throw her out.

***

Individually, Rae and Corey were extraordinary and unforgettable lovers; taking their time and wallowing in the sensations that sexual contact brought. Together they were lethal, a phenomenon. They had the girl naked and on her back before she could blink an eye.

Both
of them still fully dressed, they knelt on the bed on either side of her, just looking at her beautiful body, every inch of it. The anticipation heightened their senses, the naked lust in their eyes an aphrodisiac to their willing hostage. She let out a low moan and wriggled her body, as if the heat from their eyes was actually burning through her.

"Please..." she moaned.

Neither needed further encouragement. Rae's fingers finally met her hot flesh, the tips only lightly skimming her body; slowly from her long, smooth neck to the tip of her perky breast. Corey bent his head and lightly ran his tongue over her naval then gently blew on it. All the while they watched the girl's face, watched the play of emotions evoked by their actions. She looked ready, her body reacting to every movement, her face flushed; but they were nowhere near started.

Rae brought the tip of her tongue on the tit that begged her attention, growing hotter with every little whimper the girl made. When she released it, she also gently blew on it, earning a nice little groan.
Corey ran his hand down her leg then gently lifted it to give the same sort of attention to her inner thigh. He made sure not to touch her where she needed it the most. Slowly, feeling heady from his heightened senses, he lowered his head so he could kiss her inner thigh. Neither he or Rae would ever think of kissing any lower than that, not with a stranger.

Rae lifted her other leg and bent it at the knee to make her more accessible, then trailed her fingers to where the girl needed them. At her cry of pleasure, she smiled to herself as she thought what a loud one they had got themselves. To her mind, those were the best, the ones that completely let go of themselves, gave in to their primal instincts. They had chosen well.

Corey trailed his lips up the girl's body to her nipple, using his expert skill to increase the girl's frantic movements while his other hand joined Rae's. It didn't take the girl long to finally reach the peak she had been clambering to. As soon as they felt it coming, they looked up to watch her face, both of them moaning at the incredible beautiful thing they were witnessing, the whole reason for their actions. It was intoxicating, like a drug they both could not do without.

When she finally lay, spent, they turned their attention on each other. The girl still between them, Rae reached across and pulled his shirt off to reveal the perfectly sculptured body. He was perfect, every inch of him, and she loved touching him. When she ran her fingers over his chiseled abs, he sucked in a breath, making a little hissing sound. Leaning forward, she let him kiss her within an inch of her life, his tongue doing things that no other man could ever do. She straddled the girl as she continued her exploration of
Corey's magnificent body, knowing the girl was watching and getting hot all over again. That was the whole point. It didn't take long to have him completely naked and she almost laughed at the girl's gasp when she noticed the size of him. Yes, Corey was huge. She had not felt him inside her in a long time, not after that brief period when she had lost her virginity to him when she'd been sixteen, but she'd seen him in action numerous times. She didn't touch him there. She never did. But she'd seen that dick drive girls insane.

Corey
made short work of her own clothes, ripping her little top off and her knickers when he could not contain his need any longer. When they were both completely naked his eyes traveled the length of her tanned body; the perfectly shaped full breast, the toned stomach, the incredibly narrow waist and the full hips that drove all the men wild. She was incredible; no one could deny that. He smiled a bit when his eyes rested on her little tattoo, the letters RKO just under her bikini line. He had branded her so many years ago before both their careers had taken off, after a drunken night out on the prowl. But that was another story.

Finally they turned their attention to the girl, the only one there who could bring their release. Even though they shared this sacred ritual, occasionally touching and kissing, they would never even think of sleeping with each other.

They were soul mates, best friends, witnesses to each others pains and joys, protector of each other's secrets. Even though they were both very sexual beings, they didn't see each other in a sexual way. They could sleep with the same woman because their combined chemistry when turned on to their chosen prey, was explosive. But they would never sleep with each other.

And so they turned on they prey, lying on either side of her as the heat drove them all into a frenzy. The fun was only just beginning.

John walked into their room the next morning and stopped in his tracks when he saw three naked bodies sprawled on top of each other on
Corey's double bed. For a second, he couldn't help staring at Rae's striking body, the way it was draped over the brunette's as she lay cushioned on her chest. She looked completely innocent, which he knew she was anything but. She was as dirty as they came.

He shook his head as he checked his watch again. It was after six. These two never kept their toys that long. Normally, the girl would have been thrown out by now.

Averting his eyes, he called out Corey's name.

"Go do one,
John!" Corey mumbled as he pulled Rae away from the brunette, and buried his face in her hair.

John couldn't help but
watch the way his hand made its way to Rae's now exposed breast then cupped it playfully. God, Rae drove him nuts!

"It's almost six thirty. Come on, we need to hit the gym," he said, quickly turning away and walking to his own bed to ruffle through his bag for some training gear.

"It's not even six yet. You're shitting me," he mumbled.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, then" he said as he made his way to the bathroom.

It took a full minute for John's words to register, but when they did, Corey was out of bed like a shot. He shook the brunette to wake her, frowning with irritation when she just rolled over and went back to sleep. What they hell was her name? He and Rae hadn't thought to ask the night before. It didn't matter now anyway, they would never see her again.

"Come on, girl," he said as he lifted her off the bed. "Candy shop's closed, get you ass out of here."

"What?" the girl asked incredulously when she was set down by the door.

"You either put your clothes on in here or out there, makes no difference to me,"
Corey said as he hurriedly picked up his and Rae's clothes off the floor, paying no attention to his naked state. "Just do it quick and get out of here."

"Is that it? I thought we had loads of fun last night," the girl said.

"I've had better," he smirked.

"You really are a bastard," the brunette angrily spat out.

"Thank you, now just get the fuck out."

The girl dressed as quick as she could and
Corey let out a relieved sigh when the door finally slammed behind her. He quickly looked over at Rae, noticing that none of the commotion had disturbed her sleep. She still lay on the rumpled sheets, dead to the world. And naked. Panicking, he covered her so that not an inch of her flesh, except her face, was showing.

When he thought he had got rid of all the evidence of their night's escapades; all the empty condom wrappers, the toys Rae was so fond of that she used so well; he found a spare blanket and threw it on the couch before pulling a pair of shorts on. He was ready with only seconds to spare.

Six-thirty on the dot, there was a definitive knock on the door. Nervously clearing his throat and taking a calming breath, he went to answer it.

"Hey," he said in greeting, even though he knew he would not get any response.

Moving to the side, he let his visitor walk in uninvited. It wasn't as if he could call him out or tackle him to the floor or anything. He was the “Crusher”, the toughest son of a bitch the fighting world had to offer, the father of the woman with whom he shared so many wicked pleasures with.

"She's still sleeping,"
Corey said awkwardly, stating the obvious.

"You went out with her last night, didn't you?"

It was asked calmly but Corey heard the threatening undertone. Rae was twenty-five but she was still this man's little girl.

"Only for about an hour. We came back here early," he answered, telling only a tiny shade of the truth.

Irving looked straight in his eyes, using the internal lie detector he was famous for. Corey had had years of practice with it, he considered himself an expert when it came to lying about this man's daughter. When he looked away from him, he knew he'd passed the test.

Corey
watched as the man surveyed the room, noticing the crumpled blanket on the couch and John's unmade bed. He knew what the man was looking for; evidence of his daughter's corruption. As they were on different brands, these nerve-wrecking experiences only happened when they had a pay per view or a grand-show and the man knew his daughter was around. He would have cracked long ago if he had to do this too often.

"John didn't sleep in his bed?"
Irving asked a bit suspiciously.

Corey
cursed himself for not thinking to rumple John's sheets as well. Irving was obviously thinking the unthinkable, that John had shared his daughter's bed. He always asked Rae to book her own room but the girl always laughed in his face. She had more guts than he did.

"No, he was out all night. I think he only just got back,"
Corey answered quickly.

Again, the lie detector was used on him. He let out a silent breath of relief when the man turned away from him, muttering something about young men these days.

When he finally stood over his daughter, Corey backed off and pretended to straighten the room. It always hurt to watch, the way the man so obviously longed for a proper relationship with his child. Almost ten years now, he'd been trying and Rae shot him down every single time. He remembered when Irving had tracked Rae down when she had been sixteen and living down the road from him in St. Luis with her mum. He'd been only eighteen himself and had thought how cool it was that one of his idols was his best friend's dad. He'd even imagined tagging along on a few father daughter outings so the man could throw any grain of wisdom to him about his chosen career. Rae had screwed both of them over on that one.

John emerged from the bathroom ready to hit the gym and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw
Irving.

"Um, morning," he said.

The man nodded, then with a weary sigh turned away from Rae.

"Tell
Rachael I will meet her downstairs for breakfast at nine," he said, then turned to leave without another word.

Both John and
Corey let out simultaneous sighs of relief when the door closed behind him. If Irving had found anything amiss, he would have beat the crap out of both of them.

"I can't keep doing this," John said, shaking his head as he looked at
Corey. "The man scares the shit out of me. I can't keep stressing that he'll catch you out one day and I'll be caught in it as well. You two need help."