A Fighter's Desire (Gloves Off 0.5 & 0.6)(2)

I f*cking loved it.

“Dude, you kicked ass last weekend,” one of the valet guys shouted. From this distance, I could tell by the shaved head, tattoos on both arms, and short, stocky stature that it was Andres, one of the club bouncers.

Taking off my helmet, I strapped it to my bike and shook his outstretched hand. “Thanks, man. It was a good fight. So how is it in there?” I asked, nodding toward the club.

Andres chuckled and slapped me on the back. “It’s wild, but I know you boys are used to that. Come on, I’ll let you go in through the back. That way no one gets pissed.”

“Hell yeah,” Camden retorted. “The last thing we need is to get arrested again, or we’ll be kissing the championship good-bye.”

At another club downtown last week, Camden was provoked by a random guy who thought he could best him. Unfortunately, Camden had a few drinks in his system and kicked the guy’s ass. The f*cker pressed charges, but they were eventually dropped since witnesses claimed Camden was taunted.

He got lucky, even though we both knew he was guilty as hell. Walking away from a fight wasn’t something we were good at. It was in our blood … in our hearts. Fighting was all we knew. Well, that and screwing around with women. It was what we lived for, what we wanted.

Andres led us to the side of the building, where another bouncer stood watch in case someone tried to sneak in. Both guys were huge, more along the lines of a linebacker with their hulking frames and muscles as big as my thighs. I was a big guy, but they put me to shame.

As soon as we walked in, Andres led us through the throng of people. When we got to the bar, he tapped his hand on the counter to get the bartender’s attention. “Stay out of trouble, boys. Enjoy yourselves.”

“Take care, man,” I said, bumping his fist. “And thanks for letting us in the back.”

Nodding, he turned and called out over his shoulder, “No problem.”

Once he left, it was time to party. “What’s up, guys, you having the usual tonight?” the bartender asked.

His name was Eric, but on some nights he went by Erica, depending on which bar he was working at. The strange thing about him was that he wasn’t gay. He had long, brown hair just past his shoulders and a small frame, very feminine, and he had a girlfriend who was hot as shit. She didn’t seem to mind his wardrobe changes though. In fact, she seemed to love it which never made any sense to me.

Since Camden was too busy scanning the crowd, I ordered for us. “Yeah, I’ll have a gin and tonic, and make Cam his usual rum and Coke.”

As soon as he finished the drinks, Camden gulped his down and set the empty glass on the bar, keeping his gaze on a group of girls grinding against each other on the dance floor.

His grin grew wider as he elbowed me in the side. “I think that has my name all over it, brother. Are you going to join me?”

The girls were hot, but they weren’t what I was looking for. All three were blonde, and I’d already been jaded by one tonight; I wanted a sultry brunette. Grabbing a seat at the bar, I took another sip of my drink and waved him off. “No, you go ahead. I’ll find what I’m looking for later.”

“Suit yourself. It means more for me.”

Not wasting any time, Camden joined the group of girls and they surrounded him, rubbing their hands and bodies all over him. He’s definitely going to get some ass tonight. It wasn’t long before they slowly started to sidle off the dance floor, heading to the back of the club. They were going straight to the VIP rooms.

“You want another one?” Eric asked, taking away my empty glass.

About that time, a hand brushed across my shoulders. I glanced up to find exactly what I’d been looking for … a sultry brunette with eyes the color of honey. Oh yeah, just what I wanted.

Dressed in a skin tight red dress, I couldn’t help but gaze down her curvy body. When she noticed me looking, she poked out her chest a little more, showing off the swell of her nipples, which poked out of the fabric. It was like they were beckoning me, inviting me to take them into my mouth. I licked my lips in response, knowing very well I was going to have them soon.

Smiling, she bit her lip and murmured in my ear, “Can I buy you a drink?”

She took my hand and placed it on her hip, slowly trailing it over her ass. I squeezed and brought her closer, and in return she grazed her hand along my thigh and over my cock.

“How can I refuse?” I replied, noting that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Good, I could drag her away and f*ck her, quickly and easily. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it.

I nodded to the bartender and smiled, fixing up another gin and tonic before pouring it into a glass. Turning to the dark-haired beauty, I smiled and held it up. “Thank you for the drink. What’s your name? I’m Ryley.”

Grinning, she watched my mouth as I took a sip of my drink. “Oh I know who you are,” she murmured heatedly. “I think every woman in this place knows who you and your brother are. I just happened to get lucky enough to spot you first.” She held out her hand. “I’m Megan.”

I chugged the rest of my drink and took her hand. “Well, Megan, how about we go out on the dance floor and you show me your moves?”

Pressing her body to mine, she chuckled low. “Or better yet,” she whispered in my ear, “how about you show me yours?” Her hand grazed down my chest to the button on my jeans. “How does that sound?”