A Fighter's Desire

by L. P. Dover

  “Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen,” he assured him.

  Satisfied with the answer, Todd slapped Tyler on the back and strolled out of the arena with his phone plastered to his ear. I could only imagine what they were going to do if I wasn’t around … I definitely didn’t want to know that was for sure.

  WHEN WE GOT to Tyler’s room, he quickly threw on one of his black and red sponsor T-shirts and led me out to the parking lot so we could be on our way. He was still sweaty from the fight, but I thought it was sexy.

  It didn’t take long to get to his house, and my eyes went wide when we pulled into the driveway. He used to live in a small apartment, but now he was in a large Victorian-style home with white stone columns in the front. He’d come a long way in the past year.

  “So what’s the deal with you and Pax?” he asked.

  When he turned to look at me, I shrugged. “Nothing, really. We met at Ryley’s party when I left you and Ashleigh to go get drinks. He was pretty cool until I found out he was friends with Kyle.”

  His fingers tightened on the wheel and his jaw clenched. “And that’s it?”

  “Pretty much. I haven’t spoken to him since then. Although, I do want to know what you said to him in the ring. After the fight was over I saw you … what did you say?”

  Instead of answering me, he opened his car door and slid out. I did the same and followed him up to the front of his house. Once he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he flipped on the light switch and the house came to life.

  “Tyler, are you going to answer me?” I asked.

  Setting down his keys, he sighed and faced me. “Okay, I told him to stay the fuck away from you, Gabby. You may think he’s nice, but if he’s friends with that motherfucker Kyle you know they’re only going to mess with you.”

  “I can take care of myself, Tyler,” I explained, narrowing my gaze. “You should know that by now.”

  “I do. I just want you to be careful. It’s bad enough watching Ryley all over you, the last thing I want is to see another guy try to move in.”

  In that moment, I couldn’t help it … I laughed. I laughed so hard that I doubled over and snorted. “What the hell is so funny?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks and I wiped them away with the backs of my hands. “You are,” I chuckled. “You’re jealous! I love it.”

  It proved that he at least cared a little.

  Tyler narrowed his heated gaze and stalked toward me, cracking his knuckles one by one. “So you think me being jealous is funny?”

  Licking my lips, I smiled and nodded my head while taking a few steps back. “Why yes, I do think it’s funny. It shows that you care. That’s all I wanted.”

  The fighter in me knew he was going to attack any moment. I could see the tenseness in his muscles, the way his posture stiffened, and knew he was about to spring forward.

  “Do you want to know what I want?” he asked gruffly, raking his gaze down my body.

  “I already know what you want, but first … you have to catch me.” I couldn’t let him get me that easily.

  His gaze darkened and his body grew hard, excited for the chase. “Well then, let the game begin.”

  The chase was on.

  I had no idea where I was going, but I took off for the stairs and jumped over the couch on my way there. Spending years jumping hurdles in track definitely paid off. Tyler was quick, but he was a big guy and could only move so fast as I weaved around the staircase and started up the stairs.

  Taking them four at a time, I turned the corner and disappeared into one of the bedrooms. I quickly laid on the floor beside the bed, trying hard not to laugh as I watched his feet walk past the room and down the hallway.

  I stayed on the floor for a few more seconds until I heard him move further away. Carefully and quietly, I got to my feet and tiptoed to the door, listening to him rummaging around in another room a few doors down.

  As fast as I could, I took off down the stairs.

  “I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he called from behind.

  I laughed, knowing he wouldn’t catch me since he was still upstairs. However, as soon as I took off to the back door I heard a loud thud behind me. A muscular set of arms grasped me around the waist and pulled me to the floor, making us roll around. Breathing hard, Tyler pinned me beneath his body, his legs straddling my waist and his hands restraining my wrists, a smirk on his face.

  “Since when did you think you could get away from me?” he asked slyly.

  “How did you get down here so fast?” The only way he could’ve gotten to me was if he jumped over the banister from the second floor. What the hell?

  Eyes wide, I looked up at the second floor, and then back to him. “Did you really jump down from up there? You could’ve broken your legs!”

  Nonchalantly, he shrugged and shook his head. “I’ve done it plenty of times. I couldn’t let you get away, now could I?”

  “Maybe for a little while,” I teased. “The chase is kind of fun, don’t you think?”

  His gray gaze grew smolderingly dark, and I could feel the hum of excitement from the thrill of the chase. He liked it just as much as I liked being stalked and pursued. “It is fun, baby, but …”

  Spreading my legs with his knee, he thrust his hips against mine, making the bulge in his pants press achingly against my clit. “But what?” I asked breathlessly.

  He let go of my wrists and slid his fingers down my neck, the side of my breast, my stomach, and then past my skirt to in between my legs. Only a pair of thongs separated me from the warmth of his hand.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, prolonging it by making me chase you will only make things worse. I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”

  Before he could slip his fingers inside of me, I stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Then tell me that you care. I don’t want to be like all of the other girls. I want to know that I’m the only one on your mind.”

  “You know you are, Gabriella. With the others I don’t want to know their names or who they are. With you it’s different. I’ll admit I don’t like it when other guys look at you or touch you, but it doesn’t change the fact that after today we go our separate ways. Nothing will come of this.”

  “What about when our paths cross again?” I asked slyly, biting my lip. “Will you just pretend that nothing ever happened?”

  “I didn’t say that. This doesn’t necessarily have to end. We are entitled to our secrets, aren’t we?”

  Letting his wrist go, I nodded and spread my legs wider. “Yes, we are,” I whispered. “So if I come back to Vegas, we’ll do this again? You’ll spend the weekend with me?”

  Leaning down, he bit my bottom lip with his teeth and sucked at the same time he thrust his fingers inside of me. I moaned and arched my back, wishing his hands could be all over my body. I craved his touch, trembled for it.

  “If you come back to Vegas and you want me,” he growled low, “you’ll be mine and only mine.” He kissed his way down my neck and over my breasts, biting them through the fabric of my shirt. “It’ll be our secret. I just need to make sure you want to come back.”

  He didn’t have to worry about that. He could fuck me on the floor and I’d always come back, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. Slowly, he slid his fingers out, scooped me up with his arms underneath my legs, and stood. I held him tight around the neck and nuzzled my nose against his skin, breathing him in. For so long I’d dreamt about getting close to him … and now I had him.

  I just needed the courage to leave him in the morning.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  Chuckling, he started up the stairs and held me tighter, splaying his hands across my heated skin. “I’m not going to fuck you on the floor, Gabriella. As bad as I want you, I have a little more decency than that.”

  “How many women have you fucked in your bed, might I ask?”

  “None,” he answered honestly. “If I d
on’t want to know the names of the women I fuck, the last thing I want is to invite them into my house.”

  At least he was honest. “Oh wow, so you are worse than the twins. I didn’t believe it when Ryley told me.”

  “Yeah, well, he was probably trying to warn you away from me. If we were smart, we wouldn’t be doing this,” he admitted regretfully.

  That may be true, but I didn’t want to think about the consequences. All I wanted was the moment.

  Once we were upstairs, he carried me down the hallway until he got to the last door on the right. Even if I couldn’t see inside just yet, I knew it was his bedroom by the smell of his cologne. I was half expecting his room to have MMA posters on the walls, his bed unmade, and clothes scattered across the floor. Instead, there was none of that.

  Tyler set me down on the perfectly made bed and walked out of the room without telling me where he was going. His room was dark, with only the glow from the moon peeking into the window beside his king-sized bed. The walls were darkly painted, not black, but maybe a dark gray color with contrasting black and white paintings on the walls. It was so unlike what I’d imagined his room to look like.

  “Why do you look shocked?” Tyler asked as he strolled back into his room. In his hands he had three large candles, and he set one on each dresser before lighting them, casting the room in a soft, amber glow.

  “I don’t know. I guess because I didn’t expect you to be like this,” I confessed.

  I loved candlelight, the way it made everything sensual and soft. My fighter wasn’t soft or sensual on the outside, but knowing he had that side of him hidden beneath his hard and rough exterior regretfully made me fall for him even more.

  He was definitely making sure I wanted to come back. In a way, it would’ve been better if he’d fucked me on the floor because then that’s all I’d expect; just raw and primal fun … not the illusion of something more.

  After he lit the last candle, he lifted his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor, keeping his gaze on mine. “I’m not like this, Gabriella. This is only for you. After you leave tomorrow I’m going right back to the way I was. The world isn’t going to stop for us. You and I both know that you deserve something better.”

  Climbing on to the bed, he crawled over to me and towered over my body. “Are you sure you want to come back to me again?” he asked, sliding his hand up my shirt.

  “I don’t know yet. The night’s not over, but we’ll see,” I teased, biting my lip.

  Chuckling, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, his eyes turning dark as he grazed them over my bare flesh. His skin was scorching hot as he trailed his hands over my breasts, down to my stomach, and then back up, massaging me.

  My breasts weren’t large by any means, but they fit perfectly in his hands as he squeezed them and rolled my nipples. Each time he pinched a nipple, the tremor from it went straight down to my clit; I could seriously get off by him doing just that.

  With one hand, he reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and gently lowered the straps down each shoulder, exposing my breasts when he tossed it onto the floor. The second his head lowered, I knew I was going to lose it. It didn’t help that he spread my legs wider so his hips could brush up against me, making my clit ache even more from the feel of his hard cock thrusting achingly close.

  Once his lips closed over my nipple, my orgasm began it’s slow, torturous escalation as each pull of his mouth moved me an inch closer. He rocked his hips harder, sucking and biting at the same time until I cried out, screaming his name.

  “Oh my God, Tyler.”

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust my hips against his, making my orgasm come to life. Tyler groaned as I rode wave after wave of my release, moaning in pure ecstasy until it subsided. Breathing hard with my eyes closed, his deep chuckle brought me back.

  “You are so fucking sexy when you’re getting off,” he murmured heatedly.

  “What about you? I haven’t had the pleasure of bringing you to that point yet.”

  “All in good time, baby.”

  Unbuttoning my skirt, he pulled it down my body—along with my thongs—and then sat back so he could lower his shorts and boxers. I’m not going to lie, my eyes went a little wide at the sight of him, large and thick between his legs. My clit trembled and I could already feel the wetness between them getting damper. Holy shit, I wanted him to fuck me so damn bad.

  Licking his lips, he climbed back on top of me and lowered his lips to mine. I opened willingly and let him taste me, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine and the way he moaned deep in his chest. The tip of his cock grazed my opening and I instantly tightened, nervous yet excited to feel him inside of me. Instead of pushing in, he pulled away from my lips and gazed down at me, seriously.

  “Are you on anything as far as birth control?”

  Breathing heavily, I nodded my head. “Yes, I’m on the pill.”

  Relief washed over his face, and I was pretty sure it was because Ryley told him about the baby scare. He rubbed his cock up and down my clit, and entered me … just an inch. I wanted him to go further, but he stopped, gauging my reaction. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Make love to me, Tyler. Even if it’s just an illusion, that’s what I want.”

  He kept his gaze on mine as he entered me, and I hissed slightly from the pain, but it slowly started to fade with his gentle strokes. “Are you okay?”

  “Oh yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I’m more than okay. Don’t stop.”

  “I don’t plan on it, sweetheart.”

  He thrust a little bit harder now that I was acclimated to him, and lifted his hands to my face, holding me in place as he kissed me hard and deep. We were connected in more ways than one, and for the moment it was enough; he was mine and I was his.

  When his lips found my nipples, there was no way I could hold back; the tension once again started to build. Tyler chuckled and sucked harder. “I love that I can suck on your tits and it’ll get you off.”

  I trembled and tightened around him. I was so close. “It’s my weakness,” I whispered hoarsely.

  Groaning, he thrust harder and clamped down, burying his teeth in my skin as he traced his tongue across my swollen peak. I could feel him pulse and throb in between my legs, getting closer to his release as well. I wanted to hold off for as long as I could and relish in the excitement of the buildup, but it was coming too fast. There was no going slow with him.

  “Tyler,” I pleaded, fisting my hands in his soft, blond hair. “I can’t hold off any longer.”

  “Neither can I,” he growled. “I’m going to come so fucking hard in you.”

  He pumped a few more times, and the sound of his primal yet satisfied groans sent me over the edge. Gripping my hair in his fists, he held me firm as my orgasm heightened, and while I trembled around him, he released inside of me … filling me.

  Breathing hard, he lifted up on his elbows and gazed down at me with a smirk on his face. “Holy fuck, that felt amazing.”

  “Yeah, you weren’t so bad yourself,” I teased, winking slyly.

  Tyler brushed the hair off of my face and kissed me gently on the lips. “Do you want to take a shower with me?”

  He was still inside of me, and I knew once he pulled out there would be a mess. “Yes,” I answered, nodding my head. “I’d like that.”

  Carefully, Tyler rolled off the bed and waltzed into his bathroom, turning the light on. It momentarily blinded me, but it gave me the best view of his glistening, tanned body in the light. He was perfect, his body the epitome of sexual desires and fantasies.

  “Are you coming, baby?” he asked, peering over at me with an amused expression on his face.

  Quickly, I jumped up from the bed and joined him in the bathroom. “Sorry, I was kind of distracted. It’s not easy being in the same room as you and not get flustered by all of that,” I said, waving my hand up a
nd down his body.

  “The same goes for you, Gabriella. You have no idea how many of the fighters get hard every time you come around.”

  “Really?” I gasped.

  Opening the shower door, he took my hand and helped me inside. “Yes, really. It pissed me off every time one of them would say something about you.”

  Smiling, I tilted my head back into the hot, steamy water and let it cascade over my body, cleansing me. “I wonder if they’ll still think that way if I start fighting,” I said curiously. “I’m a feminine girl, but you know I have a wild, violent streak. I just don’t want people to look at me differently.”

  Tyler grabbed the soap and lathered me up, starting on my shoulders and working his way down. “If anything, you’re going to drive the guys even more insane. Watching you fight Jaden and the way your body moved was fucking torture. You were hot up there.”

  Once he was done washing me, I took the soap from him and started to return the favor. “So you’ll still find me sexy, huh?”

  When I got down to his legs, I bent down on my knees and watched his cock twitch the instant I touched him. “What do you think, Gabriella?”

  Biting my lip, I finished washing his legs and let the steamy water wash all of the soap away. His cock slowly grew with each second that passed, and even though I was a little sore from before, I knew it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel the pain, to go home and have the ache between my legs for days after I left. I didn’t know how long it would be before I saw him again, but I knew I wanted to have the memories for as long as I could.

  Still on my knees, I wrapped my hands around his cock and lowered my lips to the tip. Tyler fell back against the wall and groaned, instantly going hard in my mouth. Up and down, I pumped his cock and sucked as hard as I could from the head on down his length. I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, but I took him as deep as I could go, earning a strangled cry.

  With both hands, he grabbed fistfuls of my hair and held on tight as I licked and sucked him off, enjoying the way he trembled. I wanted to finish him off that way, but he lifted me up by the arms and slammed me into the shower wall, closing his lips on to mine.