“It’s not for the chicks, you monk. Guess you like the pain.”
“The tie I wear during the day is painful enough. I must have lost my mind when I agreed to this.”
“Nah, you lost that when you met me. Now c’mere and check out the crowd.”
They exited the locker room and snuck to a side entrance of the main room. Michael whistled low as they scanned the growing group of viewers.
“There’s Amber,” he grinned. “Love that sundress, hmm?”
Scott laughed, “Sure thing man.”
“Whoa.” Michael caught his breath.
“What?”
“Amber’s awesome, don’t get me wrong, but check out her friend…”
Scott found the familiar head full of bouncy red curls and his eyes tracked right then left. He finally saw what caught Michael’s attention. She was tall and perfectly curvy, with long blonde hair and legs that went for miles before they disappeared under a jean miniskirt. The white tank top was fitted snugly, and was thin enough to be almost transparent, but it managed to keep just a hint of modesty. Scott could not drag his eyes away from the sight.
Michael punched him in the arm, “Something got your attention?”
“Um, uh, yeah, sure. I guess so.”
“You guess so? Dude, if it wasn’t for your protection, you’d be popping up right now.”
Scott turned away, “Leave me alone man.”
“C’mon. It’s supposed to be one of the perks, the chicks. They love the hot sweaty hard bodies.”
“Whatever, I gotta go finish getting ready.”
“Ohhh, fancy boy gotta fix his hair?”
Scott narrowed his eyes and pulled his brows down as he ran his hand over his smooth scalp.
“Shut up man,” he tossed the words over his shoulder at Michael as he ducked back into the locker room.
Scott went a few rounds with the punching bag in the corner to psych himself up and then headed to the staging area to wait for his fight to be called. His eyes scanned the crowd from his hidden corner, and they quickly found the blonde vision again. He could feel a twitch inside his plastic cup and he willed himself to stay calm and focused. He had not had a woman in quite a while, and he did not need to be distracted tonight during his fight.
He looked up at her again and almost groaned aloud as he watched her cross and uncross her tanned legs, the denim inching higher with each movement. He started imagining those legs doing all kinds of other movements. Her sparkly sandal dangled from her toes and he winced as the cup restricted the swelling of his cock. His deep blue eyes glazed over at the thoughts racing through his head, but he was yanked abruptly out of his fantasy when his name was called over the loudspeaker.
Chapter Three
Amber grabbed Megan’s hand and squeezed it hard.
“Oh, you gotta see this guy. This Scott. I’ve been dating Michael, but if I wasn’t… woo boy. I’ve met him once or twice after the fights. When a bunch of us have gone out for drinks or to party. I was soooo hoping he was here tonight. I want you to see him.”
Megan laughed at Amber oozing over some other guy. “I think you have enough hormones for both of us.”
“Oh just wait. He’ll find hormones in you that you didn’t know you had!”
Megan laughed and rolled her eyes as two men entered the ringed cage. And she stopped laughing as her eyes came to rest on them. One of the fighters was a short but very fit Hispanic male with tightly bundled arm muscles and perfectly cut abs. He was certainly pleasant to look at. But she could not look away from the other.
He towered over the Hispanic guy by almost a foot. The overhead fluorescent lights gleamed off of his shaved scalp. His shoulders seemed as wide as her leg was long, and every muscle in his arms and legs seemed to clench and bulge at once as he moved to the center of the ring. He was wearing nothing but loose fitting basketball style shorts. The snake that wound over one bicep seemed to jump and writhe, and the Celtic design on his back shivered when he turned and flexed.
Amber elbowed her ribcage hard, “See? What did I tell you?”
“Uhhuh,” Megan nodded unconsciously as she continued to stare.
The announcer was prattling on about rules and such but Megan was not paying any attention. All she could focus on was the mental image of this hulking man kneeling over her on top of her plaid bedspread.
She became aware of Amber giggling next to her.
“What are you laughing at?”
“The drool running down your chin.”
Megan swiped the back of her hand across her face and glared at Amber.
“You doubted my ability to pick???” Amber said incredulously but with a grin on her face.
“Never again,” Megan laughed.
“Want to meet him afterwards? He’s like best friends with Michael. We can go grab a drink or something.”
Megan’s copper eyes grew wide at the thought and she shook her head vehemently.
“No, no, no. I don’t want to meet him. First, I don’t want to see like some fight bunny or whatever they call them. Second, I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Just say, ‘Hi, I’m Megan’. I’m sure he’s just a person, like any other god on earth.”
“Not helping,” Megan grumbled.
A loud bell echoed through the gymnasium and the crowd started cheering and whooping as the men tangled to start their fight. Megan winced every time the shorter Hispanic man landed a blow to the tall man’s perfect body. She whooped silently to herself each blow the taller man landed on his opponent.
It was a display of pure testosterone, the sweat and the muscles and the antagonism. She could feel her body temperature rising in synch with the enthusiasm of the fight and of the crowd.
After several minutes, the referee blew his whistle and the two separated, both of them breathing hard and wiping away the sweat from their eyes. The taller man leaned against the chain link cage a few feet in front of her, his fingers laced through the diamond openings as he rested his forehead on the cool steel webbing. Up close, he was even better. She could almost smell his scent as he caught his breath. Just before he turned to re-enter the fight, he opened his eyes and seemed to stare directly at her. She held her breath, but he turned back into the ring.
Amber’s nails dug into her skin sharply.
“I know he was looking straight at you! Oh my gawd!” she squealed in a weird stage whisper.
“Amber! Calm down! And let go of my arm!”
“Sorry. I just really really think you need to ummm meet him.”
Megan turned to face Amber as the fight started back up.
“Ummm? Just what do you mean by ummm?”
“Noth-Nothing. I swear!”
Megan’s eyebrows scowled downwards, giving her pristine creamy skin an evil glint.
“C’mon. You’ve been single for months and haven’t had any fun. It’s time and you know it!”
“Seriously? You’re going to lecture me about the state of my sex life? Just because you make it a lifestyle?”
“Hey!” Amber’s eyes went wide and her Cupid’s bow lips pouted.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just, I’ve never been good at relationships.”
“I’m not talking relationship, Mother Superior, I’m talking sex.”
Megan choked on her swallow of beer. “Good lord Amber.”
“What? Loosen up. It’s just fun.”
Megan turned back towards the fight in a mixture of embarrassment and disregard, just in time to see her taller man lift the Hispanic guy over his head and drop him to the mat. After a count of ten, the referee stepped in and lifted the taller man’s arm over his head.
Amber whooped loudly, “Your guy won!”
“Oh my god, he’s not my guy!” Megan swatted Amber’s thigh roughly.
The two fighters were escorted out of the ring and back under a tunnel into the depths of the building. Megan leaned back in her chair, previously unaware that she had been so tensed up
over the fight.
“So,” she started, trying to sound casual, “does Michael fight tonight?”
“Not tonight. He’s just down there to hang out and lend his mental support. Whatever that means.”
“So are we done then?”
Amber laughed, “You that ready to meet him?”
Megan glared at her but did not answer.
Chapter Four
After more pleading and cajoling, Amber convinced Megan to join her in the dingy, smelly hallway outside the locker room. She had already texted Michael, so he knew they were coming down. Megan felt like some teenage groupie outside of a concert hall and shifted her feet nervously.
“C’mon, take a deep breath and calm down,” Amber tried to comfort her.
Megan took a deep breath leaned over to whisper in Amber’s ear, “He’s gotta be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
Amber grinned, “You’re welcome in advance.”
Michael strode out of the locker room and Amber greeted him with a very enthusiastic hug and a deep moaning kiss.
“Hey babe, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, just finished watching the fight. Scott won yet again.”
“That’s my boy,” Michael said, proudly puffing out his chest.
Megan could not help but notice he had the same compact yet bulging muscle tone that seemed to be characteristic of these athletes.
“So… I think my girl would like to meet your boy,” Amber grinned conspiratorially.
Michael looked up from his ample view of Amber’s cleavage to see Megan.
“Oh hi there. I’m Michael.”
“I’m Megan,” she smiled nervously.
“Scott’s going to kiss my feet,” Michael muttered quietly.
Both girls looked at him curiously but said nothing. Megan’s only noticeable reaction was the pink that crept into her cheeks.
“She’s a little nervous,” Amber told Michael.
“Really Amber? You have to announce that?” Megan glared at the redhead.
Just as Megan was trying to recover her dignity, the locker room door opened and Scott stepped out. His shoulders still glistened with beads of water from his shower. He might have looked preppy in his royal blue polo and khaki shorts, except for the smooth head and the black ink that peeked out of one of his shirt sleeves. His eyes had seemed deep blue when she caught a glimpse of them in the ring, but against the tan skin and cobalt shirt, they seemed to be an endless deep sea of blue. Also, she had not dated many men that made her feel petite at about 5’9”, but the six or so inches that he had over her was a powerful feeling. In Megan’s male-deprived state, the look of him almost overwhelmed her senses.
He looked as startled as she did, although he tried to recover as smoothly as he could.
“Hi, I’m Scott,” he offered his hand along with his name.
“I’m Megan,” she replied.
Scott felt the very breath escape his lungs as he stared at the blonde in front of him. The thoughts and ideas that had been racing through his libido when he was spying on her earlier came flooding back in and he was mortified to be facing the object of his lust. And however gorgeous she had been from across the room, up close she was almost unreal. Her smooth golden skin glowed and her pale brown eyes flashed copper fire at him. He had to resist the urge to taste her full pink lips.
Amber and Michael grinned at each other as they watched the heat grow between their respective friends.
Michael finally broke the spell, “Everybody want to go grab a drink?”
Amber nodded as she nuzzled his neck, and they headed down the hallway. Scott gestured gallantly to Megan and they followed. He walked just a couple of steps behind and then realized that watching her sway in front of him in her short denim skirt was going to give him a distinct issue that would be hard to hide.
Michael turned around and winked at Scott, “I’m going to ride with Amber. Mind giving Megan here a ride?”
Scott looked down at the top of Megan’s head and nodded silently back at Michael. Luckily, Michael was not a complete cad so he just turned back around and slid his arm around Amber’s waist and nibbled her earlobe. She giggled and they hurried off to Amber’s car.
“I’m sorry about that,” Megan offered quietly. “She’s a handful.”
Scott chuckled, “So Michael tells me.”
“Do you mind giving me a ride to wherever we’re headed?”
His breath caught in his throat, “N-No, I’m good.”
The only thought running through his mind was the vision of her against the door of his Mustang with her head back and her lips parted in a gasp while his hands explored every secret her body had to tell. He fell half a step behind her as he tried to nonchalantly adjust his swelling cock inside his shorts.
Megan realized that he was now behind her but she kept walking forward, hoping that he was just moving slow form the fight. She tried not to think about his eyes traveling up the curve of her calf and over the swell of her hip under the tightly stretched denim. When those thoughts crept into her mind, she found herself growing warm in a way that had been escaping her for longer than she had been single.
He silently ushered her to his raven black Mustang and she exhaled softly in approval. When he held open the door for her, she passed so close to him that they both felt the tingle of an impending static shock. He could smell the powder fresh scent of her skin, and he smelled male, pure male, to her.
He watched as she pulled her long tanned leg into the car and as he closed the door and turned to walk to the driver’s side, he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. It had been months since his girlfriend walked out on him, and despite Michael’s urging, he had yet to pick up one of the gym bunnies that hung around after the fights.
Chapter Five
The ride to the bar behind Amber and Michael was tense, but not in the way that either of them expected. The air inside the car felt thick and heavy with bottled up frustration. Scott tried to make sure his legs rested in a way that would conceal the slight swelling in his cock. Megan let her hair fall over her cheek as she stared out the window and nibbled her own bottom lip.
She knew that if this was Amber, the hands would have been all over him. But it was her. It had been over a year since she had had sex, and she had only been single for eight months. It was easy to ignore the yearnings when she kept herself busy with work and school, but sitting in the sports car with the gorgeous man beside her, it was nearly impossible to ignore the racing in her bloodstream or the heat blossoming between her thighs. The scent of his body even tickled her imagination, the combination of clean soap and musky cologne was making her lightheaded.
Scott acknowledged to himself that Michael was going to punch him when he found out that Scott had made no move on the blonde in the car. Her legs were crossed away from him, and that made the denim skirt ride dangerously high on her thigh. She was looking out the window with the blonde waterfall shielding her face, and all he wanted to do was defile that schoolgirl image. Defile it over and over and over until they both passed out.
They arrived at the bar, still completely silent. As Scott made his way over to open her door, she was already getting out. They collided clumsily, and she stumbled forward until she landed against his chest. In a flurry of unconscious motion, her hands splayed out against his pecs to catch herself and he rested his hands on her waist to steady her. In that position, they both inhaled sharply and looked at each other. Her fingertips dug into his polo shirt, and his hands gripped her waist a little tighter, pulling her towards him. The moment lasted an eternity, inches from each other, heat radiating off both of their bodies. It was nearly a perfect moment until the slamming of a car door snapped them both out of their trance.
Megan whirled around, tickling his throat with her swirling blonde hair and he stepped back, realizing that it was Amber and Michael who had interrupted them. The couple approached them warily, with grins on their faces. One sharp look from Megan and
Amber settled back down.
The foursome entered the dimly lit bar, and chose a table in the back. Amber and Michael carefully chose their seats, forcing Scott and Megan to occupy the chairs in the back corner that were jammed close together.
“Dude, let’s go grab some drinks,” Michael motioned to Scott who joined him as quickly as his large frame would allow.
Once they disappeared, Amber squealed again and dropped her face within inches of Megan’s.
“Tell me, tell me, tell me. What were we interrupting?”
“Nothing, I just tripped getting out of the car.”
“What did you all talk about on the way over? Gawd, Megan, he’s gorgeous. If you don’t want him, I’ll take a spin.”
“We didn’t talk.”
“What? Nothing?”
“No, nothing. It was a little awkward. But…”
“But what?”
“You promise not to laugh?”
“Of course. Someone that sexy is not to be laughed at.”
“It was almost… almost like we both knew that if, ahem, if we said anything to each other at all, even one word, we were going to end up at the nearest motel with our clothes hanging from the ceiling fan.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know. I just, I don’t know. He’s different.”
“Different?” Amber looked alarmed. “Did he do something? Did he hurt you?”
“No, god, no. Nothing like that. Oh, never mind. Crap, here they come.”
Amber sat back up to allow the men to retake their seats. Michael pulled his chair close to hers, and slung his arm over the back of her seat. She snuggled into the crook of his arm, and tickled the inside of his thigh under the table. Michael squirmed under her teasing fingers but with a smile on his face.
As Scott rounded the table to his chair, he set one of the beer bottles down in front of Megan. She smiled and thanked him quietly. As he took his seat, the backs of his fingers brushed against her bare thigh. The heat threatened to electrify both of them and they stared at each other for a long moment before separating their gazes. In a flash, she knew that he was the worst kind of dangerous, the kind that infects an unsuspecting girl like her with no hope for recovery.
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