I pointed at the blonde. “She looks fun. What’s her road name? Barbie?”
He cringed. “Candi.”
I burst out laughing. Of course it was! “Candi with an ‘I’– right?”
“How the fuck should I know? I never asked. And no, I haven’t ever fucked her because I know you’re going to ask.”
I lifted my chin. “No, I wasn’t.”
Yes, I so was.
A bell sounded and the crowd erupted into cheers as the smaller guy won the round. “Candi” went up on stage and declared him the winner.
“Do those guys get paid to fight in here?” I asked, taking another sip of my drink. It wasn’t that good, but I was getting a buzz, so I took a long pull from the little black straw.
Suddenly, it was snatched out from my hand.
“Hey!” I protested.
“That’s it, we’re outta here before you ask any more questions. Let’s go find a nice, mellow pool hall.” He slammed the glass down on a nearby table and grabbed my hand.
I was tipsy, so I burst out laughing. “You haven’t been to many pool halls, have you?”
He dragged me willingly out to the parking lot and pulled his keys from his pocket. He led me to his motorcycle and instructed me to get on.
“No.” I folded my arms over my chest
“What do you mean ‘no’? Get on. I’m not driving that tiny-ass car of yours again. My knees were touching the damn steering wheel.”
“Then I’ll follow you,” I replied defiantly.
“The fuck you will. You’re obviously a lightweight, drunk after one screwdriver. Hell, not even a whole one. You’re not driving anywhere.”
I stomped my foot. “Well, I’m not getting on that murdercycle!” Then, I hiccupped.
He grinned. “Did you just call my bike a murdercycle?”
“No. I didn’t. It’s a donorcycle. You know, we get lots of organ donors thanks to those damn things. They are dangerous. I’m driving home.”
I turned on my heel and went toward my car when I was suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder. I screamed and began smacking Holden’s back. “Put me down, you Neanderthal!”
He laughed, the rumbling vibrating my cheek, which was lying flush against his lower back. “No.”
He put me into the passenger seat of my car, snatched my keys out of my hand, and got in the driver’s seat. “You win. This time. But I will get that tight ass of yours onto my bike soon, so you can see that they are not only safe, but fun as hell.”
“Good luck with that.” I snorted, fixing my hair where it had been dangling upside down and was now a crazy, riotous mess.
“I should spank you for that.”
Feeling flirty and even more tipsy, thanks to all the blood rushing to my head, I quirked an eyebrow at him and smiled. “Promise?”
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Holden
Ho-ly. Fuck.
I had to resist the urge to speed on the way to her place. She had given me directions and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
Damned speed limits!
We pulled up to a newer apartment complex near downtown and she told me where to park. As I helped her out, I noticed she had been quiet for the last half of the ride. I armed the alarm and handed her back her keys.
Gently grabbing her hand, I asked, “Is everything all right?”
She looked up at me and nodded. “Yes, why?”
“You’re just a little quieter than you were earlier.”
She laughed. “My buzz is wearing off.”
“Do you want to stop somewhere and get some vodka? I can make you a screwdriver if that’s your drink of choice.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not. I just didn’t think ordering Pinot Noir at a fight club would be appropriate.”
I chuckled. “Ah, wine drinker. Nothing wrong with that.”
“I have wine upstairs.”
She led me up a stone staircase and then used her key to open the apartment door. Inside, it was clean and modernly decorated. I briefly wondered if she kept it this neat all the time, or if she had anticipated having company.
“Where is the wine? I’ll get you a glass,” I suggested.
She set her purse and keys on the counter. “Nah, I’m good. I shouldn’t drink any more. Gotta work tomorrow.”
“On a Saturday? That blows.”
She shrugged. “I knew I wouldn’t be working nine-to-five with weekends off when I became a nurse.”
I closed the gap between us and put my arm around her waist, tugging her closer to me. I brushed a stray curl from in front of her eye and said, “You’re amazing.”
She smiled, but then tilted her head a little like she was confused. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” I whispered against her lips before pressing mine to hers.
She kissed me back and pushed her chest into mine. I gripped her hair at the back of her head and used the control to bring her closer to me. As if we could get any closer.
As our lips moved together in perfect sync and our tongues mingled in harmony, my cock felt like it was going to burst through my jeans. She moaned into my mouth as I ran a finger down her cheek and traced her jaw before trailing it down over her throat and then to the perfect curve of her breasts. I lightly outlined those two mounds that were showing between the zipper on her shirt.
Emory ran her hand down my back and then trailed it around to the front of my pants, running her finger along my zipper. I almost fucking exploded.
“Wanna take this to the bedroom, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear before dragging my lips and tongue along her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom, kissing her madly all the way there. Once inside, I set her down on the bed and continued to kiss her. She reached down and popped the snap of my jeans and then ran the zipper down. I stood up next to the
