Dirty Fighter: A Bad Boy MMA Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

  I take in the unfamiliar surroundings, and breathe a sigh of relief that it’s not the trailer. Then I curse myself for not going home after the evening’s entertainment. Once sex was over and yoga girl was fast asleep in sexed-out bliss, I should have hit the road. But uncharacteristically, I fell asleep. Now, here I am, still in her bed, and she has her legs wrapped around me so tightly that it’s like waking up with a boa constrictor using me as a pillow.

  Despite my desire to escape before she wakes up, morning wood is getting the better of me. Especially when I can’t help but recall how she flung her leg behind her head so I could have better access to her damp entrance when I went down on her. So yeah, last night was hot, but not so hot that I don’t regret staying the night.

  She is starting to stir, which means it’s time to make my escape. She rolls onto her back and I allow myself a last appreciative look at her toned body before I jump out of bed.

  Fortune favors me this morning and I am dressed and out of the bedroom without the yoga superstar waking up. Maybe it wasn’t so terrible that I spent the night here after all. I leave her a short but sweet note on the entry table, to thank her for an unforgettable experience. And I am out of there. If I remember our walk here last night correctly, I am only a couple of blocks from my favorite coffee shop and then two more blocks from my own apartment.

  If you told me when I was seventeen and still living in my parent’s trailer that I would have a glass-walled steam shower in an apartment in Manhattan, I wouldn’t have believed it. My parents and I shared a bathroom and by the time I got my turn, there was no hot water left and never any water pressure.

  If someone told me that my morning routine would include shaving and buffing my entire body, and I mean absolutely every part of my body, I would think the person completely insane. But things change, and for the better. My body is my business now and I have to take care of every aspect of it.

  I love my apartment and I love that it is just me living here. It is a one bedroom, and has an open floor plan. The space isn’t huge, but it’s not like I will need a larger place. I intend to stay single and this place suits me perfectly.

  I never bring women back to my place. I don’t care that it would only be for a night. This is my sanctuary and I don’t need some desperate chick showing up at my door looking for seconds, or worse, a relationship. I’m not saying that no one from the club or bar has managed to track me down, but I like to keep it difficult.

  It’s already eleven by the time I finish in the bathroom. Now mind you, all that time is not spent on getting myself perfect for the club. When you work as late as I do, eleven is breakfast time. I whip up an omelet and some bacon. I almost always have an omelet in the morning. Not just because it’s the best food to cure a hangover and gets me fueled for the gym, but because it’s the one thing my mom would make for my dad and me on the rare Sunday morning when everyone was home. Her omelets consisted of as many eggs as she had and whatever was in the fridge. My friend Juan told me that his mom did the same thing only she called it, “juevos rancheros” instead of “omelets du jour.” It wasn’t until I moved to the city that I learned “du jour” meant “of the day,” or in trailer park speak, “whatever is on sale at the market.”

  Alone in my kitchen, my mind keeps jumping back to the girl from last night. Not yoga girl from the bar, but the pretty bachelorette, Aria. My parents seemed to think that living in a trailer and making Sunday breakfast out of anything that was still edible was good enough. All I could see growing up were two people that worked themselves to the bone and had little, if anything, to show for it. I wonder what Aria would think of the trailer? She’s so privileged, she has probably never seen a trailer, except in the movies.

  When I wasn’t yet seventeen, my friend told me about his cousin that was making six figures as a stripper. I knew then and there that stripping was my ticket out. I started hitting the gym, discovered tanning salons, and the rest is history.

  The last five years have been nothing but easy money and easy women. I dance six nights a week and almost never spend a night alone. I know the ladies are just into me because of my looks and my reputation in the bedroom, but still, I never let a night end without the woman du jour being satisfied, often multiple times.

  All those women, and it is a blue-eyed brunette, who is getting married in a week no less, that cast her spell over me. I wish I had never sat down to talk to her, but she was just too gorgeous not to approach. The second I figured out she was not the kind of girl who would be interested in one last fling before getting married, I should have left. Instead, I told her to come find me if she doesn’t go through with the wedding. What the hell? I guess I’m supposed to sit at home and pine away for her like a chick from a romance novel. But I’ve got news for her. That was a slip up. It was a moment of weakness and nothing more. And who can blame me for getting a little weak when I was lost in those blue, blue eyes.

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  Excerpt from Deceived By The Hitman: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  Rose was sprawled on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. Her eyes traveled to Mitch, who looked sexy as hell. His dangerous tattoos, along with the little stubble on his shaved face, made him look dangerous but so appealing.

  They’d just had sex, but it looked like she still wanted more. Rose had lost track of time. She figured it must be late afternoon, but it seemed like a wonderful way to spend a day. She had no intentions of going back to her dorm anytime soon.

  “What are you thinking about, Rose? You can’t seem to stop smiling. I’d like to believe that it’s because of my impressive performance in bed.” Mitch chuckled.

  “You’re so full of yourself, Mitch, but yes, I have to agree. You are a god in bed, but—”

  “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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  1

  Desmond

  “Here 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.

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