Dirty Fighter: A Bad Boy MMA Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

  He shook his head, “No Amber. I was a fool. I should never have treated you like that. When I left, I wanted to turn around and come right back, but my foolish pride wouldn’t let me. I will never talk to you like that again.”

  I felt the tears forming in my eyes for the second time in as many days. Never before had I been so emotional. Desmond had turned my world upside down. I wanted to run away with him. I wanted to be locked away in a cabin in the hills somewhere with him, so that we could spend days with each other, just us, exploring our bodies and our new found love for each other. Just then, something clattered to the floor and broke our spell. It was the keys to Theresa.

  “Desmond,” I said to him. “We have all the time in the world to be with each other. Right now though, we have a race to win and a jerk named Luke to put into his place.”

  He pulled me closer to him and smiled, “The race isn’t until tomorrow. I can think of a few things that we can do until then.”

  I laughed at him and slapped his shoulder playfully. “I have a better idea; why don’t we take Theresa for a test drive. I think you are going to like the new and improved version.”

  He sighed, “Fine, as long as you know that you are more important to me than any car is.”

  I nodded my head; I could hear his sincerity and I doubted that he had ever told a woman that before. It was elating to be in love. I had never before known the feeling, but it wasn’t one that I ever wanted to lose.

  He set me down, and I stripped out of my mechanic’s overalls. As I did, I saw him watching me from the corner of my eye. Just for him, I took my time, pulling off the cover slowly to reveal a thin shirt and skin tight jeans. I saw him lick his lips, and it turned me on all the more. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wait very long. A leisurely drive would be nice, but I wanted his body. I wanted his manhood between my legs.

  Still, I couldn’t lose my playful humor; it was just part of who I was. As we climbed into Theresa and he put the key in the ignition, I put a hand on his thigh, and he stopped.

  “Did you check to make sure there was a filter?” I asked him in the most serious voice that I could muster.

  He froze for a minute before bursting out laughing. We both laughed for a minute before he turned the engine over and Theresa roared to life. I knew beforehand what it would feel like. The engine worked for Theresa, but it was built for a muscle car.

  Theresa started to roar, and I saw Desmond shudder with desire. It was something that any mechanic or driver would do when they felt the sheer amount of power being placed into their hands. Theresa was a whole new car.

  As we pulled out of the garage, I saw people looking at us all around. They had heard the rumors that Theresa was dead, and the race was over. That Desmond Keys would never race again.

  I had to flash them all a little smile. If my place in mechanic history at the race wasn’t secure before, it was now. I had brought a car back from a sandy grave. It was a feat that I hadn’t heard of anyone doing before. People started to pull out their phones and take pictures.

  Before we reached the edge of the track, reporters were lining up to get a shot of the car. As we stopped outside the gate, Desmond looked at me as the cameras flashed.

  “Do you love me?” he asked me.

  I laughed, “Desmond, I do love you. I want to be with you forever.”

  “Good,” he muttered before pulling me across the center console and planting a kiss on my lips.

  I reciprocated and heard the cameras going wild outside. As I broke away, laughing, I knew that it was his way of promising that he was serious about us. We both laughed and smiled as the cameras tried to get closer. Desmond dropped the car into gear, and we roared from the track, the open road calling our names. Nothing but the road mattered anymore.

  19

  Desmond

  “This is absolutely amazing!” I said for the tenth time in the past fifteen minutes.

  We were driving around outside the track, and I couldn’t believe how amazing the new motor was doing in Theresa. It was like an entirely new car. The sheer power was overwhelming. I couldn’t believe what Amber had managed to do in such a short amount of time.

  “I’m glad you like it,” Amber said softly. “Hopefully, it’s enough to win the race.”

  Up ahead I saw a pull off, overlooking the hillside. It was a crystal clear night, with the stars so bright it felt like you could almost touch them. Something about the stars made me stop. In the ten miles we had been driving, another car hadn’t even passed us. It was off season so the surrounding town was dead except for the racing fans and they mostly stayed in town.

  “You never did tell me where you found the motor. It must have been hard to find. I talked to half a dozen mechanics and they all said the parts couldn’t be found and that a motor was just as impossible.” I said to Amber.

  She looked away from me, “Actually, it was easy to find but hard to get back here. I got it from my garage back home. It was just something I had sitting around.”

  I raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t an answer that I had been expecting. I had assumed that she got it from a specialty dealer.

  The fact that she got it from her own garage was a complete shock. She was full of so many surprises that I couldn’t wait to discover every single one of them with her. Now, with our love pronounced, we had all the time in the world to share together. I would have to tell her about my own past.

  “Wow. What kind of shop do you have? Do you specialize in racing?” I asked her, realizing that I knew so little about her.

  “Not exactly. I inherited the shop from my father. He was the best mechanic I had ever known. He could make anything run like a dream and go faster than any model you put it up against,” she replied softly.

  “Sounds like a great man, you definitely got his abilities.” I replied.

  “Thanks,” Amber said. “The engine was my fathers. It was his pride and joy. He spent all of his free time working on it. I remember tinkering on it as a child. It was the kind of thing that I knew he would pass down to me. It never made it into a car, he could never find one good enough for it I guess.”

  I was blown away by her words. That she had put something she cared so much about in my car, it made me speechless.

  “Amber, thank you so much for what you have done,” I said softly.

  She smiled at me, “It needed a good home. Winning this race isn’t just about the glory. It’s going to change my life. I won’t have to worry about the shop closing down anymore. The clients will come in.”

  “Is that what you are going to do after the race? Go back to your shop?” I asked, unsure of what I wanted her answer to be.

  She nodded her head without thinking about it. “It’s my home. It’s all I have left of my father. He left it to me and I love to work on cars anyway. I just knew that if I could get into this race, I would be able to save it.”

  “Save it?” I asked her.

  “Yeah, we don’t live in a booming city so running a shop means more money going out than coming in most days. We are in the hole.” she muttered.

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The excitement washed over me. “You know, I have to tell you something about myself too.”

  She looked at me in confusion, “What?”

  “This race is my final one. I have challenged every track in the United States and this is the last one. It’s kind of my magnum opus. When I am done with this race, I am done with racing.”

  “What will you do then?” she asked me.

  “I’m not really sure. The wind sort of takes me where I need to go, but that’s not the point. Amber, I am not just a driver. My parents were the owners of The Keys Resorts.” I said to her.

  I watched as she started to connect the dots. She looked at me and her jaw dropped. “Oh my God. I heard about their accident years ago. Desmond, I am so sorry.”

  It was amazing to me that she didn’t go right to the money; instead she went right to the sympathy. Once aga
in showing that she was an amazing person.

  “Amber,” I started slowly. “I don’t think you realize what this means, I am one of the richest people under thirty in the world. I can pay off your debt for you!” I said, elated.

  She smiled and shook her head, “Thank you Desmond, but no. I don’t want your money. I want you and your love but nothing more. My father built that shop with his own two hands and I plan on keeping it by using mine.”

  I looked at her in stunned silence. As she always did, she shocked me to the core. A woman like her was something I was never going to find again. I had no plans on letting her ever get away. I didn’t care what it took. I could make my home anywhere and find adventures wherever I went. I would find my next one with Amber.

  “Well, if you won’t let me bail you out, how about you give me a job?” I asked her.

  She laughed, thinking I was joking. I wasn’t kidding though. “I am serious. I have always wanted to know more about cars. The best way to do that is to work with the best, right? And I happen to know for a fact that you are the best!”

  “Are you serious? You’re rich though! Why would you want to work there?” she asked me.

  “For the same reason you won’t take my money, pride. I want to be able to do more in my life then just drive fast cars and write checks.” I replied earnestly.

  She smiled, “If that’s what you want, then I think I can find a place for you.”

  “I would love that,” I said quietly before pulling her closer to me. “For now, I think I have the perfect place for both of us.”

  She raised an eyebrow, knowing what I was talking about. I reached into the back seat of the car and pulled out a set of blankets that I always kept handy in case of an emergency. I climbed out of the car and looked over the horizon.

  The sun was starting to set in the sky, making everything a beautiful hue of red. It was breathtaking. Amber followed me out of the car and met me at my side. There was a little bit of a chill in the air still from the passing storm, but it was nothing that a blanket couldn’t handle.

  We spread out one blanket on the ground and sat down. Amber curled up next to me and I wrapped her in the blanket. Looking up at the sky, you could see the stars poking through a crystal clear sky. The storm had pushed away all of the clouds.

  “Look,” she whispered to me.

  Pointing up into the sky, I followed her finger. “Oh wow, Glen said something about this earlier. It’s the Dalila meteor shower.”

  We sat in silence for several minutes, just watching the meteors falling through the sky, each one setting off a small trail of light across the sky. They made me think of shooting stars and how much I had loved to wish on them as a child. Now, I only had one wish. That was for the woman at my side to agree to stay there, forever.

  I had no intention of ever letting her go. Our whirlwind romance might seem too fast for some. I, however, would be thrilled to make her my wife, but I knew that was something that Amber wasn’t ready for. She was such a strong, stubborn woman.

  As I watched the meteor shower, I closed my eyes and hoped that when the time came for me to ask her to be my wife, she would say yes.

  For now, I was happy just the way things were. Her body, pressed against mine was starting to drive me insane though. I wanted her body. I wanted to feel her bare skin pressed against mine in ways that only she seemed to know how to do.

  Making love to her was better than anything I had ever known. I put my arm around her, gently massaging her shoulder. I knew that she wanted it as well, her nipples were peeking through her shirt at me.

  “Desmond,” she said softly as she turned to look up at me.

  “Yes my love,” I replied.

  She smiled, “Say that again, please.”

  I was more than happy to oblige, “I love you Amber. I plan on loving you for many many years to come. You have made me the happiest man alive.”

  “Desmond, shut up and kiss me,” she murmured.

  I laughed and pulled her chin closer to me. I didn’t want to make her angry and the only way to do that was to do what she wanted. I couldn’t argue with her though, even if I wanted too.

  She was more woman than I was man and I wanted to give her everything in the world to make her happy. The world around us didn’t seem to matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was alone, with the woman I loved and by some miracle, she loved me back.

  It was an amazing thing to think about. A woman so amazing and so unique actually loved me. I had known many women in my life, but never one like her. Never one who could steal my heart and make my world everything that I had ever dreamed of. The race tomorrow would be a last for me but it suddenly didn’t seem so sad knowing that I had a whole world of firsts to share with her.

  The first thing I was going to start with was sharing the night with her. For the first of many nights to come, I was going to be with the woman that I loved.

  20

  Amber

  Even with the glow of the low lights outside of the track, the darkness made it almost impossible for me to look into Desmond’s eyes. I could feel them watching me though as I turned and wrapped myself around his body.

  He pulled me closer to him, the blanket tossed carelessly over us. I knew he was aroused; I could feel his shaft as it pushed against my leg. I wanted to reach down and grab it but the night was still young.

  His finger traced my face, then moved down my jaw to my neck and over the tops of my breasts. My chest was rising and falling, the cool of the night causing my nipples to harden and show through the thin top.

  Pulling away for a moment, he took the blanket edge I was grasping from my hands and smoothed it over our legs. With our hands now free, I watched him as he trailed his fingertips down over my top. His lips followed suit as he brushed them over my nipples, pulling on them gently as I moaned softly. The sound made him shudder with desire as his shaft flexed against me, raising my desire to a higher level.

  Desmond leaned in and kissed me then, his mouth brushing against my own soft lips. His hands cupped my generous breasts, squeezing me just enough to elicit another moan. When his fingers flicked over my tightened nipples, my body visibly shuddered against him. Our kiss intensified, his tongue pushing into my open mouth, tangling with my own.

  I gripped at his neck, pulling him closer to my body. Again, I groaned loudly against his lips as he moved one hand to twist it in my hair, the other hand still busy, flicking back and forth over my sensitive bud. I turned a bit, exposing my other breast to him. Understanding immediately, he started to go back and forth between them. I relished every second of it.

  “Come here, Amber,” he said to me, his voice hoarse with desire.

  His voice was thick with need as he pulled me by my hips onto his lap. I could feel his dick against my thigh as it bulged beneath his pants. My hips ground against him, and he let out a low growl, emanating from his chest. Lifting me slightly, he quickly adjusted, so his erection was settled right between my legs, pressing against my pussy.

  Then, he kissed me again, fiercely this time, our teeth clashing. His hands gripped my hair tightly, tugging me down as he pushed up. I could barely breathe and my arousal was completely overwhelming me as we continued to move our bodies together. I put my hands over his head, running them through his soft hair.

  I leaned down and slightly over him, lifting myself up onto my knees, but never breaking our kiss. His hands moved from my hair, down to my back and held my ass tightly. The blanket was long forgotten. I could feel the cold breeze on my body again, but it didn’t matter. He traced my cheek with his fingers, and I loved every second of his touch. When he felt the heat and dampness between my legs, he growled loudly again, and smacked my ass.

  “Get these off now, please,” he said, speaking against my lips.

  I groaned in protest, not wanting to break our kiss and loving the feeling of his hands on my body. I just smiled, knowing how much he liked to watch. Slowly, very slowly, I began to pull
my pants over my hips and down my thighs. I was bent over so he could see my engorged lips peeking out between my legs. I shimmied out of my pants, leaving them pooled at my feet.

  Desmond’s hand never stopped stroking his cock. His eyes raking over me. Though we were not touching, I could still feel the heat from his body. My eyes were watching as his hand expertly handled his shaft. I crawled onto the floor where we were laying, my breasts hanging low with my backside up high. Desmond watched as my globes swayed with my movement. Climbing over his legs and up towards his stroking hand, I licked my lips once more.

  “May I?” I asked coyly as I watched his movements.

  He didn’t answer, nor did I wait as I licked over his fingers, letting the tip of my tongue touch the silky skin of his shaft. Desmond moaned loudly and moved his hand away, letting it fold into my hair once again.

  “Oh, yes,” he said to me with a playful smile.

  Using one hand, I held his base and licked him from his slit down his shaft. I used long, wet strokes of my tongue, lapping at his skin. I was completely intoxicated by his scent. His taste.

  The feel of his skin. Leaning down onto my forearms with my knees tucked up between his legs and my ass sticking high up in the air, I began to worship his shaft. My mouth moved constantly, licking and sucking. Deep and hard, then shallow and soft. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the night air, mixed in with sounds of deep pleasure from him above me.

  His cock was too much at times and I did gag and choke a little, but that only elicited more excitement from him. Desmond’s hands were guiding me by my hair, pushing down when he needed more or pulling me off to lick and flick his head with my tongue. His eyes watched intently as I continued to work his cock into a frenzy.

  “Enough,” he moaned, pulling me up by my hair.

  We kissed sloppily as he pulled me closer. My legs were on either side of his hips. My wet entrance hovered above his bobbing dick. My hands gripped his head and neck as we kissed and I began to lower myself onto his cock.