The Fighter's Girl (2 page)

“God, you’re so damn big.” The Chaser moaned and closed her eyes. He didn’t even know her name, but he knew she probably didn’t know his either. “You’re like splitting me in two.”

“Shut up.” He flipped her around and onto her belly. He didn’t want to talk. Fucking was why he brought her to this pay by the hour motel, and that was what he intended on doing. He slammed into her over and over, keeping all of his emotions away and just letting the pleasure consume him. In a matter of minutes she was crying out from her second orgasm, and he was following only moments later. After pulling out he moved over until he could sit on the edge of the bed. There was rustling behind him, and when he felt her touch his shoulder he stiffened.

“I didn’t bring you here for anything more than what we just did.” There was an irritated huff behind him, but he didn’t give a fuck. Brock didn’t promise her anything aside from these few hours he had just spent with her. “And don’t act like you didn’t want the same thing when you came up to me.”

“Whatever.” She was pissed, but he wasn’t going to feel guilt over pushing her away. When she had come up to him it had been all about crotch grabbing, tit thrusting, and rubbing up all over his shit. She wanted his cock just as much as he wanted between her legs.
Nothing more, nothing less.
She was dressed in her ass-showing and nearly nipple-exposing clothing, and out the hotel door without a backward glance.

Taking them back to his place was not acceptable, and not because he didn’t want his roommate exposed to that shit. He liked Izzy, like the feelings she evoked inside of him, and the calmness that always surrounded her. Bringing the girls he fucked to where they shared a domain seemed vulgar, and he might be filthy and obscene, but he wasn’t disrespectful.

He scrubbed his hand over his face and hung his head between his shoulders. He was tired of a lot of shit, but these one-night stands topped his fucking list. Despite how worthless they made him feel, he really didn’t see himself stopping anytime soon, not when they gave him that extra outlet to rid himself of his pent-up energy.

****

Caleb had sent her a text about the party later on in the week. Now it was Saturday, and she was ready to get drunk and let her worries drift away. A night filled with drinking, watching movies, and spending time with her two best friends seemed like paradise. She pulled into Caleb and Maria’s driveway and cut off the engine. For just a moment she let herself enjoy the sound of the engine ticking away as it cooled down, and nothing else invade her mind. She had seen Brock sporadically throughout the week, and aside from a few glances her way, and lift of his hand in hello or a chin lift to acknowledge her presence, they kept their distance.

Maybe she wanted him so badly because he was the ideal bad boy? Maybe she wanted what she knew she couldn’t have? Either way, she realized it was a good thing that they kept their distance. Over the last six months Izzy had found herself wanting him more and more, but she was always able to push it to the back of her mind. No way would she allow herself to give in to temptation. Sleeping with roommates always ended up in disaster, or at least that was what she had heard. It also didn’t help that Caleb thought it was a good idea to bring up Brock every time they saw each other. He had met the guy like a handful of times, but seemed to think she and Brock would make good sexual partners. Hell, anyone with a vagina would be a good sexual partner for Brock.
Time to get her head back to reality, and stop thinking about anything that had to do with Brock Larson.

A case of beer.
Check.
A bottle of wine.
Check.
A bucket of chicken.
Check. Happy that she had all her necessary supplies for tonight, she headed up to the front door. Izzy balanced the case of beer, bottle of wine, and bucket of chicken in her arms as she pushed the front door open. She didn’t bother knocking, and when she peeked around the entryway and saw everyone sitting in the living room she smiled.

“Who wants to get drunk tonight?”

Maria sat on the couch with a tall glass of wine, and Caleb was beside her. Caleb’s four good friends were on the other couch.

The sound of a woman moaning filled the room, and she turned her attention to the television. A nude woman with monstrous breasts bounced on top of a guy as another one came all over the “
twin mountains
” attached to her chest.

When she looked at Maria with a raised eyebrow her friend lifted her free hand and shook her head. “It was either this or football, and I don’t know about you, but this is a hell of a lot better than that.” Izzy couldn’t lie about that.

When they spied the assortment of goods she carried three of the guys wasted no time in claiming them and ushering her inside. Brayden, a guy Caleb had tried to hook her up with before he seemed intent on her being with Brock, patted the seat next to him. Of course it was the only one available. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive, but he was more of a brawn and not so much brain type of guy. Izzy made her way over and sat down. She didn’t want to be rude and take one of the other empty seats, especially when he made it a point to want her to sit beside him.

He threw his arm over her shoulder, and she stiffened.
“Tough week?”

Ugh, okay.
“Not really.” She tried to move out from under him, but he scooted closer to her. The sound of numerous bottles being opened had her looking toward the kitchen. “I think I’m going to help get things set up.”

Before he could protest she was off the couch and in the kitchen. Someone stepped behind her, and she sighed in exasperation. “Listen, Brayden, I told you I wasn’t really interested, remember?” She turned around to see Maria right behind her with a huge smile on her face. “Oh, it’s you, thank God.”

Maria chuckled and ushered the men out of the kitchen. When they were as alone as they were going to be in their small house, Maria lowered her voice and glanced over her shoulder.

“He
still bugging
you?” Maria followed her gaze to where Brayden was currently wagging his eyebrows at her.

“Ugh. If you mean getting on my fucking nerves every time I see him, and not understanding what ‘not interested’ means, then yeah, he’s bugging me.” Izzy started putting the chicken on plates and shrugged. “Not really. It’s not like he is a bad guy. He is just too dumb. I mean, draw the line somewhere, yah know?” Maria stood in front of her and held a bottle of wine in one hand and sympathy written all over her face.

“Sorry. Some of Caleb’s friends remind me of hormonal teenage boys. Come on, let’s get tipsy.”

“What a lifesaver.” Izzy grabbed a glass for herself and the bottle. After popping the cork and topping off Maria’s glass, she filled hers to the brim. She needed the alcohol, because it would help her get her mind off her very sexy roommate, all the not so friendly things she wanted to do with him, and the fact Brayden would be trying to get her into bed for the rest of the night.

****

The house was quiet when she entered. Looking behind her she waved at Caleb, who had driven her
drunk
ass home. Too many glasses of wine to count and lots of laughs and Izzy
was
feeling pretty-fucking-spectacular. The wall clock ticked, and that rhythmic noise seemed deafening loud in the room. It was late, and she was hoping to hear the shower running. Maybe she could “accidentally” walk in on him like she did that one time. Talk about instantly wet and needing to get
herself
off. The sight of all his hard, defined muscles had turned her on to the point she had gone to her room and pulled out her own Terminator while she thought about Brock.

The fact she wanted him was her dirty little secret. Well, Caleb and Maria knew, but she hadn’t told them outright. Caleb had guessed, and because she couldn’t lie worth a shit, he had known. The he went and told Maria,
which
wasn’t bad since she would have told her anyway since Caleb already knew, but aside from that she hadn’t divulged her feelings to anyone, especially not her brother.

Being more of a homebody, Izzy liked her privacy, liked not being noticed, and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She may work at a sex shop, which might have seemed strange since it was a pretty out there job for someone so closed off, but there were no preconceived notions being there. She didn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t, and she didn’t have to try to please her boss or co-workers since the only other people who worked there were Caleb and the owner. Everyone who entered knew what they wanted, didn’t judge, and went on their way. Had that been what she wanted to do growing up? Hell no, but the pay was decent, and that was where she’d met Caleb, and then Maria shortly after.

She thought about Brock again, of course, and wondered if she’d ever have the balls to say something to him. Never had she met a man that was so masculine, so alpha that he seemed more animalistic than human. He was a predator, and she wanted to be his prey.
Desperately.
Right now, as the alcohol had her feeling warm and brave, she could have said something to him. Maybe she should just strip out of her clothes, walk into his room, and slip into his bed beside him? She was certain he wouldn’t turn down sex, because really, what guy did? But what if he did? What if he kicked her out and then she was mortified and still had to live with him? No, she may be drunk, but she wasn’t a stupid drunk.

Weaving to the living room and setting her keys on the small table next to the door, she bent over, carefully, and slipped her shoes off. Before she could head to her room Brock’s door opened, and she froze. She was partially in the living
room,
the shadows concealing her enough that she knew Brock couldn’t see her. He walked down the hall, and for a moment all Izzy could do was stare at his body. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, he looked like he could snap bones as easily as toothpicks. His shoulders were broad, and tapered down to a narrow waist. He rounded the corner, and she got a good, unobstructed view of his chest. Hard, outlined
pecs
, an abdomen that rivaled paint rollers, and that ridiculously stark muscle shaped like a V that she only ever saw in movies and magazines. How her brother, who buried himself in his studies for his Master’s degree and had a lanky swimmer’s body, knew a man like Brock was beyond her. But thank the lord she had been introduced to him. It had occurred to her that maybe her bother had a wild streak
of his own,
and had actually gone to an underground fight. Of course asking him was like trying to get into Fort Knox, because even if she knew they happened right in the city of Absinthe, where she lived, it wasn’t something people talked about.

Izzy wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship with Brock, because she knew he wasn’t that kind of guy, but she felt no shame in letting loose and wanting only one thing, especially when she had a little liquid courage racing through her system. What she wanted was the one thing he was always more than willing to give random women, well that was always the conclusion she had come to, but she certainly didn’t think a man like him, who looked like him, stayed abstinent. Izzy could make sure things stayed the same between them. It was only one night she wanted, after all, so why not just go for it? That, right there, was the million dollar question, and one she didn’t know if she would ever be able to answer.

Her drunkenness dimmed as she stared at him in all his half-naked glory. Mouth gone dry as she watched Brock’s massive and muscular back flex, Izzy wanted to run her hands down the wide expanse, lick the indentation of his spine, and press her breasts against him. Her nipples were already hard as rock, and she knew if she could just press her bare skin to his it would ease the torture that was currently claiming her body. The build-up of her arousal over the last six months seemed to settle right between her thighs, and intensify the longer she stood here and stared at him. His very mundane act of drinking a glass of water was so devilishly sexy, that her panties were soaked all the way through. He set the glass in the sink, and instead of turning he braced his hands on the counter and hung his head.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude as hell to stare at someone, especially in the dark?” He looked at her from over his shoulder, but the shadows concealed his face far too well. That didn’t matter, because she could see his short black hair, his pale grey eyes, and his very male square cut jaw. He also had a hint of day old stubble gracing his cheeks, which was a ridiculous turn-on. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not responding to a question
is
also rude?”

He turned fully around, leaned against the counter, and crossed his thick arms over his chest. Tendons and muscles flexed right before her eyes, and the light from his open bedroom door slashed across his body. His knuckles were slightly visible, and she could see the nearly formed scabs lining them. A nasty cut marred his right eyebrow, but the whole appearance was so roughly handsome she actually took a step closer to him. One of his dark eyebrows rose, and she felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean to…” Glancing down Izzy was suddenly struck with being tongue-tied. Did he see her blatantly checking him out? For as much as she knew about Brock, and from how she had watched him interact with people, she should have known nothing got by him.