A Fighter's Desire

by L. P. Dover

  There was something going on, but it wasn’t with Bradley. He was amazing and I loved hanging out with him, but he wasn’t what I wanted … at least not yet. He wanted commitment, to be solely with me, but I wasn’t ready for that step. The thought scared me, so I’d reluctantly been pushing him away.

  Other than being his date for the banquet—which was probably a mistake—I’d been keeping my distance, hoping that my feelings of wanting a certain fighter would change. Unfortunately, they hadn’t; they’d only gotten worse.

  “Gabby?” she warned. “I’m not leaving this room until you tell me.”

  Groaning, I turned away from her and waltzed back to my mirror so I could finish flat ironing my hair. “Okay, fine. I’ve been a little preoccupied, and it hasn’t been with thoughts of Bradley. If you must know, the night we went to Ryley and Camden’s house for the party, something happened and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

  She furrowed her brows, but then her eyes went wide, mouth gaping open. “Oh my God … Tyler. Something happened between you and Tyler, didn’t it?”

  “Shh …” I hissed, waving my hands in the air. “Bradley will hear you.”

  She pointed at me, narrowing her eyes, and then put her hands on her hips. “I knew something was up between you two. I could see it. What happened? Did you guys hook up?”

  “No, not like that,” I explained. “All we did was kiss, but I’m telling you … I didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. When things started moving further that’s when he pulled away and said he couldn’t.”

  I’d wanted to kill him in that moment.

  “Wow,” Ashleigh gasped in disbelief. “I never thought he’d be the one to stop. What are you going to do with Bradley? That guy is like seriously in love with you.”

  Sighing, I averted my gaze and put on my lip gloss, before sheepishly running my hands down the silky fabric of my red evening gown. My heart hurt when I thought about Bradley and his feelings for me. The guilt weighed me down every time I looked at him.

  “I know he is, and I really like him, but I can’t get Tyler out of my mind. I’ve wanted him for so long, and now that I know he wants me too, it’s all I can think about. I don’t know what to do.”

  Ashleigh shrugged and reached for the handle of my door. “There’s not really much you can do, Gabby. Tyler’s in Las Vegas and you’re here. You know it wouldn’t work. Besides, aren’t you forbidden to date your brother’s friends?”

  Growling low, I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth. “And that’s the reason why Tyler stopped when he did. He doesn’t want to piss off Matt.”

  “Well, it sounds a little too complicated to me, Gabby. We always want what we can’t have. I suggest you move on and forget about him.”

  She didn’t have any room to talk.

  Before she could open the door, I stopped her with my next words, making her back stiffen. “Don’t you think that’s easier said than done? If I remember correctly, you had a hell of a time concentrating after the twins wanted you. It was almost like a thirst you couldn’t quench until you had them, or in your case, Ryley. That’s how it is with Tyler, Ash. One time is all I want, or I’m always going to wonder … what if, you know?”

  Glancing at me over her shoulder, she sighed. “I know what you mean, Gabby. If that’s the way you feel, then there’s only one thing you can do.”

  Smiling, she winked at me and walked out, shutting the door behind her. I knew what I had to do, but how the hell was I going to do it?

  IT WAS SATURDAY night and the second round had just ended. The crowd roared for me to end it, and once the bell rang I was going to give them what they wanted. My opponent, Corey Aiken, was holding on for as long as he could, but I knew he wouldn’t last. One more hit and he’d be flat on his back.

  “All right, son, let’s end this,” my father, and fighting coach, thundered. “You can do it.”

  Ding … ding … ding.

  My father was my biggest supporter, and sometimes—from a distance—people thought my father was me. We were both around six foot four with blond, almost white hair. His was actually white, mine was just really blond. Even with him pushing sixty he was still muscular and built like the fighter he used to be; he could still kick ass at his age.

  Snarling, Corey stood from his corner, bleeding from the cut above his right eye. Boy did he look like he wanted to kill me. His eyes were too narrow and angry; his head was perfectly shaved down to the scalp and slicked with what I assumed to be petroleum jelly. That shit didn’t work because each hit I punched him, my fists followed through.

  In return to his snarl, I grinned and strolled to the middle of the ring, waiting on him to attack me this time. He got in a few hits in round one, making my left cheek swollen and bruised, but it definitely didn’t look like his face … all red, swollen, and bloody.

  “Come on, motherfucker,” he hissed, pumping his fists together. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I ducked as he swung hard and missed, stumbling because he threw himself off balance. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “You think that’s funny?” His gaze was hard and murderous as he glared at me, his chest rising and falling with his angry breaths.

  In reply, I shrugged, a grin on my face. Newbie fighters were so predictable. They liked to talk shit and stir the pot while in the ring, which in return only got their asses kicked. The guys who usually had to talk themselves up were the biggest pussies I knew.

  Corey was bigger than me, but he was slow and heavy on his feet. I didn’t have that problem, so I figured it was about time I showed him that … to end it.

  Not wasting any more time, I spun around and roundhouse kicked him in the jaw, feeling the crack of his bones on my foot. I had the split second of watching his eyes go wide before his head snapped to the side. He was definitely in his rightful place now … falling to the floor like the worthless cocksucker he was.

  When he hit the mat, the crowd screamed, but before they could announce me the victor, I leaned over his body and chuckled, making sure to keep my voice low. “Talking shit will get you nowhere, rookie. It only makes you look like a spineless pussy. Although, I have to admit watching you land on your face was fucking hilarious.”

  Slowly, Corey got to his feet and spit on the mat, blood trailing down his chin. “Fuck you, Rushing,” he hissed. “Just wait till next time.”

  The announcer joined us in the ring and took both of us by the wrists. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you tonight’s winner … TYLER ‘THE TERROR’ RUUUSSSHIIINNNNGGGG!”

  The second the announcer lifted my arm, my father and agent both rushed into the ring, smiling in victory. The screaming crowd cheered for me, hollering my name, and it was music to my ears. For once I was the one they wanted, not like before when I was a nobody.

  This time was different … I had the power, the money, and the fame. I could get anything I wanted, anything I desired. It was all there for the taking, and I fucking loved it.

  “You did great, son,” my father marveled, slapping me on the back. “I’m proud of you.”

  “So am I,” my agent shouted triumphantly. “We have to go out and celebrate. You down for it?” His grin was wide, mischievous. I could tell he was ready for some fun; his dark hair was gelled and his expensive suit was perfectly in place. The ladies loved him in the suits. It didn’t matter what I wore; they came to me no matter what.

  Todd Winfield was my agent, and his ideas of fun consisted of pleasures even I couldn’t deny. I knew exactly where he wanted to go, since each time I won a fight, he had a tradition he wanted to uphold. It wasn’t like he didn’t get anything out of the deal … he made sure to have his fun as well.

  My father chuckled, knowing very well what we had planned, and slapped Todd on the shoulder. “You two will be celebrating without me tonight, so have fun. Don’t get too rowdy, we have an early flight back to Vegas in the morning. Besides, I don’t think Tyler’s mother would appreciate your ideas of fun, Todd.”

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nbsp; “That’s for damn sure,” I laughed. “She’d kick your ass.”

  My father nodded. “True, but when you settle down with a woman, you won’t be able to do it either. You might as well enjoy your freedom now.”

  “Which is why I don’t plan on settling down any time soon,” I assured him. “I don’t want to have to deal with that shit.”

  I was twenty-seven years old and not about to let anyone tell me what I could and couldn’t do. My freedom was too important to me.

  “Suit yourself, son,” my father remarked humorously. “I think I’m going to head back to the hotel while you two go out and celebrate. Don’t get into any trouble.”

  He patted me on the back before exiting the ring. Todd and I went in the opposite direction, toward the dressing rooms. I needed to change before heading back to the hotel to shower and get ready.

  “What time do you want to meet in the hotel lobby?” Todd asked. “Two hours?”

  “Yeah, that’ll do.”

  However, when we got to my room, standing outside were two girls … a red-haired beauty with blue eyes, wearing a skimpy green tank top, and the other a blonde goddess with green eyes in a barely there pink bikini top. Both were in denim shorts that rode high up their thighs, exposing legs tanned by the Texas sun. They appeared so smooth, and I knew they would look even better wrapped around my waist.

  In their eyes, I could see what they wanted … and I sure as hell was going to give it to them.

  “Actually, Todd,” I said with a grin. “Make it three hours. I have a couple of things I need to do first.”

  He glanced at the girls, smiled, and then clapped me on the back. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. Don’t get too worn out, we still have lots to do tonight.”

  “Oh, I’ll be ready,” I assured him. “Don’t worry about me.”

  I had enough strength to fuck ten girls and not get winded. One thing about fighting was that afterwards there was so much energy pumping through my veins, I could stay high off of it for hours. It was an adrenaline rush. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it.

  Todd turned on his heel as I opened my door, the two girls following behind me. “So what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight?”

  Stalking closer, the red-haired girl licked her lips and ran a long fingernail down my chest before pressing her tits against me. I could see and feel her hardened nipples through her shirt. I wanted to taste them so fucking bad.

  “We wanted to see if there was anything we could do for you tonight … maybe something to relax you after your hard fight.”

  Her hand slipped down my shorts and she moaned as soon as she took my dick in her hands; I was already hard and ready. Her hands were soft, but I wanted her to go harder. “I think that’s a great start, sweetheart,” I said. “What else can you do for me?”

  She lowered my shorts to the floor and pushed me back toward the couch, spreading my legs when I sat down. “Oh, I can do a lot more than that.” Getting on her knees, she glanced up at me and smiled before closing her lips over the tip of my cock; her mouth was warm and slick as she swirled her tongue up and down.

  “How do you like that?” she asked.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and held on tight. “It feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

  While the redhead sucked me off, the blonde-haired girl took off her pink bikini top and shorts, and stood there completely naked. Biting her lip, she pinched her nipples and moaned as she watched her friend suck my dick.

  She moved over to the couch and laid down beside me, spreading her legs wide; her flesh swollen with the need to be touched. Her pussy was wet and glistening, and I wanted to touch her, but she beat me to it. When she started pleasuring herself by rubbing her clit, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

  Groaning, I watched her intently; the way she bit her lip, her chest moving up and down with her ragged breaths. Holy fuck, I was about to blow my load.

  She pushed her fingers inside of herself and arched her back, moaning my name over and over while her tits perked up in the air. I closed my eyes and growled, tightening my hold on red’s hair. “I’m close, baby.”

  I didn’t know her name and I didn’t care to know. Most of the girls I’d fucked were just one night stands that didn’t mean shit to me the next morning. It was part of the rules … no names other than mine.

  “I want to taste you, Tyler,” she moaned, sucking harder.

  Some girls liked to swallow and some didn’t, but if she wanted to taste me I’d be more than happy to give her what she wanted. Holding her down on my cock, I finished in her mouth and watched as she swallowed it all, and licked the head of my dick when more came out.

  Off to my side, blondie finished herself off as well and screamed out her pleasure just as red licked off the last drop. She moaned, gazing up at me with heat filled eyes.

  Slowly, she got to her feet and seductively took off her clothes. Joining her friend on the couch, she ran her hands enticingly down her body and bit her lip. She kept her gaze on me when she leaned down and started sucking on her friend’s tits.

  It was so fucking hot my cock ached just watching.

  “Do you like what you see?” she asked, sneaking a glance at my hard cock.

  “What do you think?”

  “Then sit back and enjoy the show. We’ll take care of you tonight.”

  I had no doubt about that. Lounging back on the couch, I watched them touch and pleasure each other until I couldn’t take anymore; I wanted to be a part of the game. They beckoned me closer, and I knew they wanted me as much as I wanted them.

  Fucking two girls at once was one of my favorite pastimes. There was nothing hotter than watching them fuck each other, and then getting the pleasure of fucking them both afterwards.

  It didn’t look like I’d be meeting my agent in time for happy hour tonight … but honestly, I didn’t give a shit. I was in heaven.

  “ARE YOU HAVING fun?” Bradley asked, watching me pick at my food.

  He was dressed in a dark blue button down shirt with a pair of khaki pants, and his caramel-colored hair was in messy spikes. I could see in his eyes that he was losing his patience with me and I couldn’t blame him.

  Over the past month, I had kissed his lips and been in his arms plenty of times, but there was just something missing. He was sexy as hell and I was attracted to him, except I craved someone else.

  Unfortunately, we always want what we can’t have. Why did life have to be so cruel?

  Smiling, I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Yes, I’m having fun. I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.”

  He scoffed and threw his hands in the air angrily. “You’ve been preoccupied for the past month, Gabriella. Did I do something to piss you off? I thought things were going great with us until you started hanging out with your other friends.”

  Those other friends meant my fighters.

  “Did you hook up with one of them at that party and not tell me? I mean, I need something to go on here. I don’t like being strung along, not knowing where the fuck I’m at with you.”

  “Hey guys,” Ashleigh cut in, breathless from dancing, and took a seat at the table. “What are you two talking about?”

  Bradley turned his head, clenching his jaw tight, and of course I was at a loss for words, staring at her cluelessly. Without saying anything, Ashleigh bit her lip and focused her attention on the glass of water in front of her. What I was doing to Bradley had to stop; it was hurting him.

  Getting to my feet, I slowly walked around the table and stood in front of him, holding out my hand. “Will you dance with me?” I asked softly.

  At first I thought he was going to ignore me or turn me down, but he huffed and took my hand, getting to his feet. I pulled him to the center of the dance floor, put his hands on my waist, and wrapped my arms around his neck, hoping I could change his mood around.

  “What do you want from me, Bradley?” I inquired gently.

  His caramel
gaze lifted to mine. “I thought that was obvious, Gabby. I want you. What more do I have to say or do for you to understand that?”

  “What about when we graduate?” I countered. “Won’t you be moving back to Georgia? How would it work with us being on opposites sides of the country? Not to mention you’ll be playing pro baseball and traveling all over the States.”

  He clenched his jaw again and shrugged. “I don’t know. I hadn’t exactly thought that far ahead. I didn’t want to miss having this time with you over something that’s not going to happen for another nine months.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  Bradley scoffed, letting go of my waist and stepping back, putting that ever so cold distance between us. “Look, I’m done with the excuses, Gabby. If you don’t want to be with me, you need to tell me the truth. Otherwise, if you’re going to play hot and cold, I’d rather you just left me the fuck alone.”

  Eyes wide, I stood there stunned and completely speechless as he stormed out the door. Other than the music blaring over the speakers, everyone’s conversations had come to a halt. My palms began to sweat, and it felt like I was in one of those dreams where you’re up in front of the classroom completely naked.

  Ashleigh glared at me and nodded toward the door, wanting me to go after him. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I sucked up the embarrassment and rushed toward the door. He was just outside, standing in front of the large water fountain; his body was tense and his back to me.

  “Bradley?”

  He stiffened when I called out his name, and even more so when I approached him, slowly wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. “Please don’t do this,” I pleaded. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. You mean too much to me.”

  “See, that’s what I don’t understand. You say that shit, but you never show it.” Unclasping my arms, he stepped away again, leaving me to myself. “Until you figure out what you want, Gabby, I need you to keep your distance. I’m tired of trying and not getting anything in return.”