Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)(32)

“You want to come in?”

“We should probably get going—”

“No way!” A girl comes barreling to the door, her hair up in some fancy twist thing, but she’s wearing a robe. “I’ve never met a celebrity before.”

I study Brynn, who looks a little embarrassed. “Killian, this is one of my roommates, Ashley.”

Ah, so this is the one who walked in on her last night. I offer my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

She grabs my hand with two hands, and while one holds on, the other travels up the length of my arm. “Nice to meet you too. Whoa, you’re really strong.”

I try to politely extract my hand from her grip, and after a brief struggle, she lets go.

“Brynn tells me you’re a UFL fighter.”

Huh? Funny she’d know that seeing as we’ve never even talked about it. “I am.”

“That is so hot.” She winks. “Is it true you guys have lines of women waiting to service you after fights?”

I chuckle.

“Ashley!”

“What?” She glares at Brynn then swings her lusty gaze back to me. “I’m just wondering where to take a number.”

“Oh my gosh, we’re leaving.” Brynn pushes past Ashley and grabs my hand to lead me away from her place. “I am so sorry. She doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.”

I laugh. “No problem.” I peer down at her, and for the first time since she opened the door, I notice what she’s wearing: a dress the color of bubblegum with a thick black belt and black heels that brings the top of her head to my shoulder. The bottom of the dress is short, but puffy, almost like a bubble. The top doesn’t have any straps but is being held up by her ample breasts sporting some serious cleavage.

When we get to the Jeep, I open the door for her, and she smiles behind a veil of wavy red hair. After closing her in, I round the hood and climb inside. An awkward silence fills the space, and I fight for something to say.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Seems like an appropriate place to start.

“So do you, I mean, not pretty, but you look handsome.”

“Thanks.”

I pull away from her complex and wonder if things could get any more uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because this is technically my first official date or because I’m so used to being around one particular girl, but if things don’t get better, this is going to be a long night for both of us.

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That wasn’t as bad as I thought.

As I walk out of Kahunaville hand-in-hand with Brynn, we’re laughing at Theo as he imitates Ryder at a concert.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t snapped his own neck.” Theo head bangs the air and sends the girls into a fit of giggles, but earns a swift sock to the gut from Ry.

“At least I don’t just sit there bobbing my head like I’m at a Taylor Swift concert.”

Theo’s humor dissolves. “Dude, don’t knock Taytay.”

“Where are we going now?” Ryder’s date curls up to him like a kitten to its scratching post.

Ryder grabs her ass, making her giggle. “I say we check out the party.”

“Yes, let’s go have some drinks and dance!” Brynn presses her breasts against my arm, and I wonder if she notices how close she’s bringing my hand to between her legs.

I may be a virgin, but I’ve fooled around with girls in the past. There were two girls in my neighborhood who taught me everything I know. We were all latchkey kids and home alone more than we were with our parents. Throw a couple of teenagers in a room together, hormones raging, and too much free time on their hands, and things are going to happen.

However, it’s been so long since I’ve touched a woman intimately I feel like I’m starting from scratch. And although I’m not desperate to be with Brynn in that way, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.

“Sounds good; follow us.” Ryder’s date squeals as he leads her to his car by a firm hold on her backside.

“They’re so cute together, aren’t they?” Brynn says as I open the Jeep door for her.

“I guess, yeah.” Even if it’s only for tonight.

I settle into my seat and fire up the engine when Brynn’s hand lands firmly on my thigh. I stare at it, the foreign feeling of being touched sending bolts of heat between my legs.

“Killian?”

My gaze slides up her delicate arm to her face, which is illuminated by the dash lights.

“This might seem forward, but I get the sense that if I don’t ask you’d never make a move.” She leans across the center console until our faces are less than inches apart. “May I kiss you?”

I swallow hard and lick my lips self-consciously.

She must see that as the okay to move forward because her mouth presses to mine. Shock blasts through my system at the warm and tender caress of her lips. Her fingers grip my thigh tighter, and a moan rolls up my throat like I’m some sex-starved male craving the touch of a woman.

I close my eyes to blue eyes and chestnut hair that flash behind my lids. Axelle. What would it be like to kiss her like this? My fantasies hurl themselves to the surface. As my tongue slips inside the warm cavern of her mouth, I hear Axelle’s throaty groan as she receives it.

Blood fires through my veins, and the need to get more, to get inside her, dominates my thoughts. I grip the back of her neck and tug her closer to me until the tips of her breasts rub against my chest. My dick punches the zipper of my slacks, searching for the heat it so desperately craves. I rip my lips from her mouth to her throat. Her pulse races, and I need to taste her skin, to lap at her flesh and suck—