The Fighter's Girl (5 page)

The skirt the Chaser wore was obscenely short, and it was clear she’d opted to go commando tonight. Turning away from the sight, Brock scanned the dance floor. The bodies were shoulder to shoulder, and the people were pretty much dry humping with each other to the rap that blared through the speakers.

“You good, man?” Phillip came to stand beside him.

“Yeah.”
He offered a smile, but it was forced. “I’m good, just got a lot on my mind lately.” When Phillip didn’t respond Brock turned and looked at him. “What?”

“This about some girl?”

Brock was good at keeping his emotions in check, knew how to not show his hand, so to speak, but clearly he hadn’t done a good enough job if Phillip could read him so easily. Letting emotions out was dangerous and made someone vulnerable, but when it came to Izzy, he was doing a lot of things out of character.
“That obvious, huh?”

“Yeah.”
Brock glared at him. “You asked, man, and I’m not going to lie.” Phillip grinned. “You’re the master of keeping your shit on lockdown, but it must be some deep shit for me to be able to see it written right across your face.” The noise surrounding them was deafening, but in his head everything seemed eerily quiet. “So, if I’m not overstepping any bounds, why are you thinking so hard?” Brock looked at Phillip again. “Clearly this girl has you acting out of character, so if you care about her, then what is there to think about?”

It wasn’t that Brock was trying to fight it, because in fact that was the opposite. He wanted her, and had every intention of being with her. “I don’t plan on fighting how I feel, Phillip.” He slapped Brock on the back, and they looked at each other.

“I’m glad, because honestly, fucking these random chicks is getting old.” Yeah, Brock couldn’t agree more. There was no emotional connection, and Brock was getting too damn old to keep on this lifestyle. “And I would never admit this to anyone, but shit man, I hate that these Chasers only want to be with me because I fight. Does beating the shit out of guys really do it for them, or is it the fact that we got some money in the bank?”

Their level of fighting didn’t make them millionaires, well not most of them, but it did offer a fair amount of decent money. He could have moved out of
Izzy’s
, and had only moved in with her in the first place because his move to Ohio had been somewhat rapid, but he was dragging his feet on getting out. Now though, he wanted to be near her.

“I hear you. I’m getting too old for this shit, too.”

London made a deep groan, and they both glanced over at him. The blonde had her hand down his pants, and they were fused at the mouths.

“Looks like London
is
still all about the random ones, though.”

Did any of the other guys notice how London stared at Sunny, or was it just him?

 
“You
wanna
play?” Brock gestured to the pool table.

“Hell yeah.”

When Phillip started to rack up the balls Brock glanced back at the dance floor. When he got home tonight he wouldn’t fuck around in telling Izzy how he felt. There wasn’t a point in denying himself, and he wasn’t going to wait for her to make a move. He was an underground cage fighter, beat people’s asses without waiting for them to come after him, and he wasn’t going to stand back on this. And there, right as the sea of bodies parted, he saw her swaying to the music. Izzy looked so fucking gorgeous. The skirt she wore was short, but not scantily so, and her shirt showed all of her luscious curves. Her eyes were closed, and Brock could tell that she wasn’t just listening to the music, but
feeling
it wash through her. If this wasn’t a sign for him to move his ass and go to her, then he didn’t know what was.

“I
gotta
go.” He didn’t wait for Phillip to respond, didn’t give a shit, because he was going after his girl.

Chapter Four

A big hand spanned her belly, and a small noise of surprise left her when the person tightened their hold on her and spun her around. Before she lost her balance from the quick movement, and could look into the face of the person who held her, another arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled into his hard chest. Before she even craned her neck back to see who held her she knew who it was. His scent enveloped her, filled her lungs, and caused her panties to grow moist. She let her eyes travel up his chest, over the swatch of golden muscular flesh revealed right above his collar, and up into his pale grey eyes. They reminded her of liquid silver, molten and swirling with so many different emotions. Brock looked furious as he stared down at her, and all she could do was get lost in his stare and the feel of his body pressed to hers.

Oh God.
Brock was a man to compare all men to. She couldn’t help but feel a spark of arousal at the sight of him. He emitted power and a dark sexuality that made
Izzy’s
toes curl. He took a step back, held her hands out to her sides, and let his eyes travel up and down her body. He didn’t touch her except for his hands on hers, but it felt like a million little fingers skating across her flesh. Tonight he wore loose faded blue jeans that hung low on his lean hips. A crisp white t-shirt was stretched over wide shoulders and only emphasized how hard-muscled he was underneath it. His touch felt like fire along her hands, and raced up her arms. Izzy let her eyes travel over his forearms. They were muscular and thick, with ropes of veins that moved up the wide expanse. Licking her lips and feeling no shame as she continued her appraisal all the way down to the big bulge that pressed against his fly, all she wanted was to press close to him again and see if she could make it get bigger.

He took a step closer to her again, and let go of her arm, but he didn’t make her wait long for his touch. Sliding one of his hands up her back and to her neck, he gripped her nape, and her damn clit pulsed to life. Oh yeah he was all male, and reeking of hot sweaty nights of raw sex. Her eyes fluttered closed when he leaned in and his warm, sweet breath teased the shell of her ear.

“I’m surprised to see you here tonight.” He took his other hand and gripped her hip, curling his long fingers into her flesh until sparks of pleasure/pain coursed through her. She didn’t answer, but then again he didn’t give her much time to respond.
“You here with a date, Izzy?”

The way he phrased it seemed possessive and territorial, but that couldn’t be right, could it? Their mouths were only an inch apart, and they breathed the same air.

“No, I’m not here with anyone.” He didn’t speak, didn’t smirk, didn’t do anything but keep his eyes locked with hers. The beat of the music switched to a new, slower one, and he pulled her closer.

“That’s real good, Izzy.” Brock started swaying to the music again, and it was like they became one as they moved in sync. Tunneling both of his hands in her hair, he tilted her head back and ran the tip of his nose up the length of her neck. A shiver skated over her flesh at the blatant sexual act. When he was by her ear once more, he said, “Even if you were here with someone else, I would have fought for the right to claim you.”

Holy.
Shit.
His words inflamed her. He smelled so damn good, like soap and clean sweat, and the more concentrated inhalations she got, the more she became intoxicated by him. Izzy didn’t delve too deeply into the fact she was doing a little Dirty Dancing with her roommate whom she had been lusting after for the last six months. She also didn’t try to understand why he was touching her so intimately, why he was growling deeply into her ear like he was a predator and she was his prey, when he had all but run after kissing her. Everything was heightened inside of her, and all it had taken was a simple touch, a soft whisper, or the scent of everything that was Brock.

Suddenly his hands were on her hips and he was turning her around. With her back to his chest, Izzy felt his defined
pecs
and his abdomen that felt like he had paint rollers under his shirt. His hard, huge cock dug into her lower back, but Izzy wanted more. She stole a glance over her shoulder and saw Maria was back at the table with Caleb. They both watched her. Caleb’s eyes were trained right on her, his brotherly affection written clearly on his face, but also a smirk covered his mouth. Maria’s eyes were wide with feminine appreciation.

They continued to move together.
 
His hands were big, his fingers long, and she felt as though he encompassed her entire waist when he tightened his hold on her. She felt wholly feminine since she wasn’t small by any means. Her shirt rose up so a strip of flesh showed, but before she could reach down and cover her rounded tummy, Brock was stilling her hands.

“No, Izzy, I like being able to touch your skin, and to feel your curves. It drives me fucking crazy, and makes my cock harder than hell.” Everything stilled inside of her: her movements, her heart, even her breathing. “Let’s not play coy and pretend that there isn’t this fucking insane attraction between us, baby. It was there when we kissed, and I was too much of a scared jackass to realize it.”

He kissed the side of her neck, so, so softly. Had she heard him right over the loud thumping beat of the music? He didn’t need to repeat himself, because a second later he was sliding his fingers along the small area of skin exposed. Chills wracked her body, and Izzy closed her eyes and absorbed that this was really going on.

“I just … I don’t know what’s going on.” The song switched to something a bit slower, more seductive, and that just made what they were doing even more sexually charged.

“What’s there to understand, Izzy? I want you, and you want me.” When he turned her around this last time it was to
cup
the back of her neck and bring his mouth down on hers. That first touch of his lips to hers had her heart pounding so fast and hard that it drowned out the sound of the music. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip, stroked her into opening for him, and then plunged in and out of her mouth like he was fucking her. The kiss they shared in the kitchen didn’t even compare to what they shared right now. Her clit throbbed, and she felt wanton as she pressed closer. A low growl left him, and she felt the vibrations all the way to her toes. “Just tell me what I want to hear, and what I know you want to say.” Although he spoke he didn’t move his lips from hers.

Could she actually do this, give herself to her roommate and quite possibly ruin what they had? Could she finally allow herself the release of feeling him inside of her body, of letting go and going after what she really wanted when she knew of his violent career? He was dangerous in every way, but the pull of wanting him made no logical sense, and that was why she nodded.

“Yes. I want you Brock. I want you now.” He slid his hands up her sides and framed her face with his big hands and kissed her deeply, passionately, and like a man who couldn’t get enough. Everything was going so fast, but there was no denying it felt like everything fell right into place. Their tongues dueled together, sliding off each other and mimicking exactly what she wanted him to do between her legs. Her knees were weak, her head was foggy, and beads of sweat lined the dip of her spine.

He broke their kiss only long enough to say, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, that there won’t be any doubt that you’re mine.” His words were heated, determined, and filled with so much promise she knew without a doubt he spoke the truth. He branded her, and it had only taken a few choice words and his wicked kissing skills.

She had thought of doing this a million times over with him, and had actually envisioned him saying these things when she was touching herself in the dark. It was better than she ever imagined, better than she had ever thought possible, but she wanted to be his, even if he could only give her one night. Tension over what their relationship would be after it was all said and done was a very real fear inside of her, but it wasn’t enough of a warning for her to tell him she didn’t want this.

“If you want something in life you take it, fight for it, and never let it go. It may only be for one night, or for the rest of your life, but if you want it, you take it without any regrets.”

His words were poetic, but she also didn’t miss their underlying meaning. Running his tongue over her bottom lip caused a plethora of emotions to move through her. Excitement, anticipation, and a little mix of fear coursed through her like a massive tsunami, threatening to carry her under until she could never resurface. Taking her mouth in another powerful kiss, Brock owned her at that moment, and would for the rest of the night. The touch of his fingers along the skin at the small of her back, of his hands slowly making their way down to cover her ass, and of his dick digging into her belly, had a burst of pleasurable light flashing before her eyes. Dizziness assaulted her, and Izzy wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. He broke the kiss and panted heavily against her moist mouth.

“Come on, Izzy, let me take you home.” She couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs, and suddenly everything started closing in on her. The heat was immense, and more perspiration lined her flesh. A low hum of approval came from him, and he leaned forward once again. “I’m going to drag my tongue over every inch of your body, and lick those delicious beads of sweat away.” To make his point clear he dipped his head to her throat and did just that. The rough sensation of him dragging his tongue up her neck to her ear had a moan leaving her. “That’s it, baby. You’re just as dirty as I am, just as needy for a little filthy fucking sex, aren’t you?”

Izzy let her head fall back as he continued to move his wicked tongue up and down her throat, licking away the beads of sweat that had formed as soon as he stepped close to her.

“Yes.” It was the only word she could say, the only one her mouth would form, but it was good enough for him.

“Tell your friends you’re safe, and that you’re leaving with me.” He laid a gentle kiss at her pulse right below her ear. Turning her around so she now faced Maria and Caleb, he whispered in her ear once more. “They have been watching us the entire time, worrying about you. Go let them know you’re fine.” Of course Brock had known they were watching, because nothing got by this fighter. She took a step forward, and he patted her on the ass. The act caused even more moisture to spill from her pussy. Closing her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath, she opened them and started making her way toward her friends.

“Damn, girl, please tell me you’re finally going to give it up to him?” Maria peeked around her body to where Izzy knew Brock still stood. He hadn’t followed her, but he was close enough that she felt his stare and the way it stroked along her body.

Izzy’s
smile was confirmation enough, and Maria’s grin widened.

 
“It’s about damn time.” Caleb looked satisfied. “We assumed you’d finally stopped being shy about being with him. I mean, you were just about screwing right on the dance floor.” Caleb grinned and glanced around her at Brock. “Just be careful, don’t let your heart get in the way, and things shouldn’t end up sticky as shit.”

 
Leave it to Caleb to lay it out flat. Maria and he might have been her number one cheerleaders when it came to letting loose and having a bit of fun with Brock, but they were also like her family, and had heard enough about him from her to know he wasn’t a long-term kind of man. Whereas Lane was more of the reserved, stand back kind of guy, and would have told her to back away and not even go there, Caleb and Maria lived life like it was their last day, and savored every moment.

“Oh. My.
God.
I am so envious of you right now.” Maria’s eyes were still wide, and when Caleb snapped his head to her and narrowed his eyes, she plastered on a very sugary smile. “Honey, you know you’re the only one for me, but even you have to admit a fine piece of ass like that when you see it.”

“I’m not gay, Maria.”

She rolled her eyes. “What is it with guys thinking they are gay if they find another guy attractive? I can admit when a woman is beautiful, and I’m not gay.” They had a little
stare
down, but Caleb sighed, shrugged again, and went back to looking at Izzy.

“Whatever. There isn’t any use in arguing with a woman.”

Maria nudged him in the arm and narrowed her eyes in his direction. “Make sure to call us tomorrow and spill all the raunchy details.”

All Izzy could do was shake her head and smile. She turned around, saw Brock was much closer than she thought, and felt her face heat. Had he heard what they said? It wasn’t like any of it was a secret, but still.

When she was only a foot from him he reached out and wrapped a big arm around her middle and pulled her in close.
“They good with you leaving?”

Staring into his silvery eyes, Izzy nodded. Now that she had fully accepted what was going to happen she just wanted to get the hell out of here.