A Fighter's Desire (Gloves Off 0.5 & 0.6)
L.P. Dover
Two is always better than one.
WHAT WOULD YOU do if you were given the chance to spend the night with not one, but two fighters? Would you do it? Could you open yourself up to the pleasures they offered and do exactly what they said in order to pass on to the next round?
It was common knowledge that Ryley and Camden Jameson, well-known MMA fighters and identical twins, were just as aggressive and passionate in the bed as they were in the ring. The only problem was that if you didn’t pass their test on the first night, then you didn’t proceed to the next round. They loved a good fight, and that's what they got when they met Ashleigh Warren.
Ashleigh knew what was going to happen when the twins approached her with a proposition, and needless to say, she knew exactly how to handle them … or so she thought. The rules had changed, and in order to get them both she had to first spend one night with each and last until they were done with her. It was a proposition she couldn’t refuse, but she knew it wouldn’t be easy to win. However, it was one that she was going to enjoy.
“YOU ARE SUCH an *!” April screamed, her face blood red with rage. She actually looked kind of cute pissed off, but it wasn’t enough to get me to change my mind.
Casually, I lounged back on my bed and smiled, which only infuriated her more. “I never said I wasn’t, sweetheart. You knew what you were getting in to when you agreed to stay tonight. I didn’t promise you anything.”
Huffing, she yanked her little red dress over her mussed up blonde hair and smoothed it down her body before marching toward the door. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you were going to turn into an inconsiderate douche bag either.”
“Yeah, well I’d like to hear you say that to the next guy you almost castrate. Seriously, I’m doing both of us a favor. You might want to practice sucking dick without using your f*cking teeth.”
She scoffed and threw open the door, only to come face to face with my twin brother, Camden, who was the exact replica of me. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans with the biggest grin on his face and his hand up in the air about to knock. If he was at my door that meant his date wasn’t any better.
“Everything okay in here?” he asked teasingly, gazing up and down her body.
“Ugh … f*ck you,” she snarled, glancing back and forth at us. “Fuck you, both.”
Pushing her way past Camden, she stormed down the hallway, her thunderous footsteps echoing until I heard the front door open and slam shut. “Dude, what the hell happened?” he asked, bursting out in laughter. “You two were basically getting it on in the living room just a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, I know. It was fun until she decided to go down on me. The bitch seriously needs to learn how to suck a dick. I swear, I thought she was going to bite the f*cking thing off.”
Camden cringed. “Ouch! Well, I’m glad I didn’t pick her tonight. Although, I can’t say my choice is much better.”
Chuckling, I slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. After the party tonight, we’d both made our picks on who we wanted; he chose a long-legged brunette while I picked April, a petite and curvy blonde.
“Oh yeah, and why is that?” I asked.
Camden groaned and shut my door, talking low so his date couldn’t hear him. “The girl can’t kiss for shit. It’s like I’m drowning each time she opens her mouth. Why is it so hard to find a girl who knows what she’s doing?”
That was a good question. If there was one thing I loved doing, it was fighting and f*cking. I delighted in being with women, enjoying different varieties, and appreciated them even more when they knew how to get me off. I didn’t want someone inexperienced, but I also didn’t want a whore.
Camden and I wanted someone who was in between; someone who knew what she was doing and who hadn’t been with a shit ton of men. Unfortunately, it was hard to find a woman like that.
“I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to find one. We need someone different, someone who’s not part of our crowd,” I said, answering my brother’s question.
With a mischievous smirk on his face, Camden nodded and opened the door. “I agree. Well how about we go and find us one? I can sacrifice a night to go out.”
Camden and I had strict rules during fighting season, so we kept to our coach’s rules and abstained from sex right before our fights. It just so happened that our next fight was the last one for a couple of weeks. I was going to make sure I enjoyed that time off, too.
Grabbing a shirt from my closet, I slipped it over my head and clapped my brother on the shoulder. We were completely identical, except I had a small scar at my hairline above my left eye, which always gave my identity away. Therefore, to keep people from telling us apart, we always wore baseball caps so I could hide it.
“Let’s go then,” I told him. “Ditch your girl and we’ll get the hell out of here.”
I wanted to have some fun.
CRAVING SPEED, CAMDEN and I hopped on our motorcycles and headed down to Cloud Nine, which was one of the most popular clubs in all of downtown Los Angeles. When we pulled up to the club, the valet guys recognized us and pointed to the valet parking deck so that we could park our bikes. The one good thing about being VIP members was that we got treated like royalty.