“It’s cold as balls in this bitch, you fucks couldn’t think of something warmer to do?” I shook the cold from my hands and blew on them as I hotfooted it to the door ahead and warmth. The wind was biting cold even for my hometown in the Midwest in November, but you wouldn’t guess it from the way these jackasses were taking their time.
“Stop whining like a lil bitch bro, it’s like fifteen degrees out here, that’s warm for November.” My brother the ass couldn’t keep his yap shut.
“Only if you’re a fucking Caribou like you.” The four of us hustled towards the door of the club that was barely visible through the swirling snow and fog. I didn’t even know it was possible to see fog in weather this cold.
I was bitching, but the truth is I was happy as fuck to be home with my family and old friends for the holidays. I’d just spent more time on the road than I liked, but I guess that comes with the territory. When you’re the reigning UFC champ these things happen, everybody wants a piece of you.
I’d made a small fortune in the last year alone while I was at it, but the truth is I was only really in it for the fighting. I like pounding the fuck out of a motherfucker, and at about age fifteen, dad decided that if he didn’t want to spend all the family’s money on bail for my ass, he’d better get me involved in some sort of boxing deal.
Neither of us expected it to go this far though, least of all me. But it seems I have a knack for knocking people the fuck out. Now I’ve been all over the world and back with my skills, and this last year, when I turned twenty-five, was my finest yet.
Still with all the hoopla surrounding me, and the bright lights and flash, nothing beats coming back to my roots where I was just, me. That glitz and glamour shit gets old fast, at least for me it did, and by the time I’d put my last opponent down I was ready for the sweet lights of hearth and home.
I’d barely landed before my brother and the boys had decided we needed to go hang. Mom was doing her usual thing and had barely spared me two minutes for a hello kiss and a hug, before she was shooing us out the door and out of her hair.
I wanted to go hunt down some pussy, that was my first inclination. Training doesn’t allow for too much of that shit, but now that I was on break, I plan to gorge myself on the shit. I could already taste the juice of some sweet honey on my tongue.
Instead I was here, in this fucking dump with my brother Chad and our childhood friends Jace and Cole. I guess I shouldn’t complain it was better than nothing, which is what we had before. Our little end of the world doesn’t run to nightspots. So Smileys is about as close as we’re gonna get to some action.
I held the door for the three old women as they took their damn time. There was a whole production of shaking snow off of boots and jackets and the usual rambunctiousness of four guys who hadn’t seen each other in a while, but who fell back into years of routine bad behavior. In other words we were all acting like a horse’s ass.
I saw her as soon as we cleared the door. Either it was because I was on the hunt and hadn’t had any in a while, or the lighting was off, but that was the finest ass I’d seen in a long fucking time if ever. I barely restrained myself from licking my lips like a deviant. I literally stopped in my tracks and that was a first.
I bet she had the dimples in the small of her back that I could dig my fingers in while I fucked her long and deep from behind. I’m an ass man; I know these things. Damn look at that thing move.
“Fuck yeah, I see what I’m gonna be stuffing for thanksgiving.”
“Damn Wyatt already? We just got here, who is she?”
“That little number over there in the red, look at that ass, better yet keep your eyes off her ass that’s mine.”
I watched her as she laughed with her friends at the bar. I couldn’t really see her face, just her profile, but that ass could not belong to any but a beautiful woman. Fuck, my dick was already making the mating call.
“Down boy not yet, let daddy make the introductions first, then you can come out to play.” I fixed my dick in my pants as I kept my eyes trained on her Grade-A ass. Damn. I actually felt a slight thrill run through me at the prospect of the hunt.
“Dude you’re drooling, it’s embarrassing.”
“Fuck off Chad, that shit’s drool worthy.” I had yet to take my eyes off the prize it was that gorgeous. My brother turned to get another look and I smacked him on the back of his head.
“Eyes off asshole.” We headed for a table in the corner where I could keep tabs on my ass. That’s right, that ass was coming home with me. Hopefully the mouth attached to it won’t be too annoying and I could actually get to the pussy before she turned me the fuck off, which has been happening more and more of late.
For some reason lately, I haven’t been able to find a woman who could hold my interest for more than five seconds. Maybe it’s because all I’ve been allowed to do with one in the last little while is have conversation. Whatever it is, the last three or four have had the look, but as soon as they opened their mouths I was ready to shoot myself in the fucking head. I might be willing to overlook that shit though for the owner of that ass.
I sat there wishing for a look at her face, just one glimpse to put my mind at rest. And then she turned, just a quick side view, but it was enough for me to feel my world shift. What the fuck was that? My heart beat out of time and I got hot around the collar.
I squinted my eyes in concentration, trying to get a bead on the feelings that were rushing through me. Her laugh rang out again and sent a shiver down my spine. I got nervous as fuck after that and hoped no one else would notice, but I knew, I felt it down to my soul. What the fuck was that?
“Traci, that guy’s been staring at you for like the last ten minutes.”
“What guy….” I started to turn and look.
“Don’t look now geez.” My friend Christine pulled me back around so hard I almost fell off my stool. I turned forward again, but ever so sneakily sent a look his way from beneath the cover of lowered lashes.
“Wow.” I think I said the word out loud, but I couldn’t be sure. I was having an outer body experience. Nothing that pretty should be out on the street without a warning sign.
“He’s probably looking at you Cris, guys who look like that don’t give me the time of day.” And what a bummer that was, he was hot. I had to fight not to take another peek, but what was the point? It was a safe bet that he was checking out my much prettier friend.
“You’re wrong this time girlfriend, his eyes have been glued to your ass like he’s homing in for the kill. I say we give him something to look at.” She had that look in her eye that she’d been getting since we discovered boys in high school.
“Cris, what, no.”
Too late, she was already pulling me off the stool and dragging me to the dance floor in the middle of the room. I self-consciously tugged at the too short dress she’d bullied me into wearing this evening. Something I would never in a million years have ever chosen to wear or even buy, but she’d refused to take no for an answer when she showed up at my place and insisted that we were having a girls’ night out.
I finally got wind of the music that came blasting into the room and tried to bolt. “Oh shit Cris they’re playing Royals, I can’t dance to that song in public. I especially can’t after two shots of patron and two lychee martinis.” I looked around for a quick escape but found none; she had a death grip on my hand.
I knew what she was up to, but she was way off base here. “Cris I appreciate it, but even if that guy’s looking at me, there’s no way anything can come of it. He’s way out of my league.”
“Oh quit whining let’s go.” She grabbed ahold of me and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this short of gut punching her and making a run for it. She was hell bent on embarrassing me it seems and I knew from past experience that there was no talking her out of whatever scheme she’d got into her head.
“Come on Cris you know why this isn’t a good move I only just…”
“Uh-uh-uh, we’re not doing that tonight remember. We’re going to think positive thoughts we’re looking ahead and leaving everything else behind. Besides it’s the holidays you deserve some fun.”
The DJ seemed to agree because he did some kind of loop and the song started over again. This was so not a good idea. Now Lordes’ Royals isn’t a song to make you wild and crazy, no it’s worse. It makes me dance like a stripper. You know the dance I’m talking about, ass grinding as if you’re stuffed but good, hands moving all over your body seductively? Oh yeah, we’re talking Sin City here.
“Come on girlfriend, we’re here to let loose and have some fun now show me what you got.” I wanted to protest one last time, but she gave me that look that only a really good friend who knows your every high and low can.
In that one look I saw all the worry I’d given her and the rest of our friends in the last few months. I knew that there was more to this than just me dancing to impress some guy who I’d probably never meet. She needed reassurance that her old friend was really healing and on her way back to the person she used to be before…
I closed my thoughts off right there not willing to spoil the night for everyone else and gave in to the inevitable. When this one gets like this there’s no putting her off anyway. “Fine Christine but you have to dance with me.” I held onto her hand as we made our way to the far end of the floor and felt the first stirrings of excitement since I’d taken my first peek at Mr. Sexy.
Of course the music got into my blood from the first treble and there was no turning back. This song always gets to me and I wasn’t too sure that Christine the sneak hadn’t put the DJ up to playing it. I threw my head back by the second string and let the music take me away.
Christine, who wasn’t much for dancing herself, let go of my hand but by then I didn’t care. It was just me the music and those killer blue eyes that had seemed to pierce me to my very soul in that one flash of time. The music grew louder as I moved my hips and hummed the tune under my breath.
I’d done this routine so many times before I could see each move behind my lids before I made them. I won’t lie and say I’d forgotten him there, but now it was all about feeling good. And I did feel good, for the first time in way too long.
I let all my angst and worries drift away as I enjoyed the moment. My lovely friends stood back cheering me on while I made a fool of myself in the middle of the dance floor. I smiled with my eyes closed as they dared me to go for it. If I’d opened my eyes I might’ve lost some of my bravado, but after the hell I’d been through I needed this, needed to feel like myself again.
When I finally did open my eyes as I lost all shyness, I was alone. Where only a few minutes ago there had been a few people swaying to the music, now it seemed everybody else had stopped and moved to the edge of the dance floor to watch. It was the Traci Starr show. At least my name sounded about right for my new profession. I no longer cared though; I was free.
Before I knew it, my hands were in my hair lifting it off my neck and my ass was on a slow roll. I felt eyes on me but the booze gave me that ‘I don’t give a shit factor’ and I was feeling no pain. Besides, my girls wouldn’t let anything happen to me. And beyond all that, I needed this.
Then I started dancing for him. I knew he was watching, his stare felt different to all the others. And though I wasn’t brave enough to turn and look at him head on while shaking my ass, I let my body do the talking. It was the boldest thing I’d done since I’d regained some of my confidence. The realization that I never thought to feel this way again only spurred me on farther.
“Go Traci…” I could hear the whistles and yells of my crazy friends as they clapped their hands and egged me on. And the shy introverted girl who had never so much as spoken too loud in public let her hair down and let the music take her away.
“Well fuck, I’ll give her diamonds. Hold my jacket Chad, this might get ugly, I see the vultures swarming already.” I passed my ridiculously expensive jacket off to my brother and rolled up the sleeves of my cashmere Black label sweater.
This wasn’t my norm, for one thing I don’t even know her, we hadn’t met. For another, since I’d gone pro I made it a point not to throw my arm outside the ring because the fuckers were now insured. Add the fact that if I fucked somebody’s shit up the law would throw the book at me because my shits are lethal weapons. None of that mattered though when I saw the intent of some of the bar’s less than upstanding occupants.
It’s a good thing I’d worn jeans and ass kickers. I couldn’t have fought as well in loafers and it looks like I’m going to have to kick some ass before the night was over. These good ole boys were raised on oats and steel and had heads like granite. I know; I’ve fought my share of oxen before I went pro and none of my challengers had anything on these homegrown louts.
The first motherfucker to put hands on her was going down hard all the same. That was all mine. I’ll have a little talk with her about advertising my shit in public just as soon as I’ve had her under me maybe twice or three times. Women tend to get testy about the overbearing male telling them what to do. I give a fuck about that. I know if I find her ass so appealing that others will too as was obvious by the fucking leers, I’m not down with that shit.
My dick was taking in the show and giving her the stamp of approval, this was a good thing but I needed to seal the deal first before he got out the gate. The throb was a little harder than it has ever been at this point in the game, and I had to do a little shift and pat to keep him down.
“Quiet boy we’re gonna go get her.” My dick could be a bit unruly when he sees something he likes. The fuck was going crazier than usual though, which is how I knew I was in trouble. I kinda got an inkling when I found myself unable to look away, and had spent the last half an hour silently willing her to look around so I could finally see what face went with that amazing ass. That one look had only sucked me in deeper.
I sped up my pace and my laid back attitude was gone with the wind when I got half way across the room to her. There seriously was a roomful of assholes ogling her, no doubt salivating over her ass. I’ll fuck them all up if I have to.
I knew this was a bad idea. I saw the hairy behemoth making his way towards me from the sidelines and prepared myself for an embarrassing showdown. I quelled the fear that threatened to choke me even as my limbs trembled and my palms began to sweat.
I’d already slowed my movements down to a slight sway as I thought of my next move. It was obvious there was no way I was gonna be able to avoid this guy because he was coming in hard and fast.
When he smiled my stomach actually curdled. Now that could be because of the alcohol I’d consumed, or from the yellow tinge of his teeth. I was about to take flight having decided that I wasn’t ready to deal with any kind of confrontation, not yet, I wasn’t exactly back in fighting form. Too late, he was right there before I could make good my escape.
“Come here little darling.” Just as he was about to reach his grubby paw out to snag me, I felt myself being lifted up and back. I didn’t have time to react before I found myself turned against a broad, hard chest. I got a quick glimpse of topaz blue eyes before my lips were covered.
It’s such a cliché, but I went up in flames. For a split second in time everything went out of my head and all I felt was him. The room disappeared, the sounds, sights and smells. There was nothing but the feelings bombarding me and the hard body pressed so deliciously close to mine.
A loud groan flowed from his lips to mine and entered my lungs. I didn’t understand the ‘fuck’ he growled at me when he finally let me go, or the possessive way he ran his eyes all over me. “Trouble.” He ran his eyes over me like he was staking some kind of claim.
My heart gave one big thump at that look, but that’s all it had time for before I was being passed off to someone behind him. I heard the behemoth roar something but my mind was no longer there. I kind of know how Alice felt when she fell down that damn hole. My lips were still tingling when the room came back into focus.
What the hell? It was the guy from the table and his friends. They’d all lined up behind him. The one he’d handed me off to had a tight grip on my arm as he shielded my body between his and the guy next to him. The only thought in my head was, ‘these guys are huge’. Not behemoth huge, but they had to be at least six four or thereabouts.
“Take care of my woman Chad let me take care of this shit.”
The big one he’d passed me off to, shoved me behind his back. I was beginning to feel like a sack of potatoes. I looked around his shoulder to see sexy eyes rolling his neck from side to side as he faced down the giant who had been coming after me.
For whatever reason the behemoth was not happy about being thwarted and was making enough ruckus to wake the dead. The way he was carrying on you’d think I was his long lost love. This was so embarrassing, now everyone in the club was taking in the action. I wonder if I could slink out of here without being noticed?
“Sic ’em Wyatt.” I looked at the one he’d called Chad. Was he crazy? That overgrown ape would crush Wyatt. Wyatt wasn’t exactly scrawny, I could see the cord of muscles in his arms, and I’d felt that chest, but there was no way he was going to take that ape. That thing was a good hundred pounds heavier than he was.
“Stop him, he’s gonna get hurt.”
He must’ve heard my hiss to his friend because he turned to me with a grin on his face.
“Worried about me are you?” He threw me a cocky wink over his shoulder.
I lowered my eyes and bit into my lip, what else was I supposed to do? I don’t know this guy other than that he’s hot and he’s been staring at my ass all evening. Still, I didn’t want him turned into minced meat because of me.
I lifted my head and looked back at him, he still had his eyes on me, and the look in them made me blush. He winked at me again before turning back to what he was doing. Why were his friends just standing there doing nothing? My fear was back tenfold.
“Don’t take too long Wyatt, I came here to drink not clean up your road kill.” One of his friends called out to him before taking a sip from his beer, like this was just another day at the park. Giving no care to the fact that his friend was about to get the hell knocked out of him.
“Give me five Jace, he’s at least ten pounds heavier than the last one.”
“The last one?” What, did this guy go around fighting apes in bars?
“Yeah, Wyatt’s the reigning UFC king.”
I watched as he stared down the behemoth who by this time looked ready to tear his head off with his bare hands. If I had any sense I would make tracks and get the hell outta there, but I felt responsible for what was about to happen to this poor guy and that amazingly beautiful face. I almost whimpered at the injustice of it all.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, because no matter what his friends said, there was no way he could fight that ruffian. My stomach churned for a different reason now. I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of an overgrown bully’s wrath. I felt the old bitter fear edge its way up my spine as the familiar taste of abject terror burned in the back of my throat.
This guy might be a fighting champ, and though I don’t know much about UFC or whatever they’d called it, I was pretty sure this wasn’t going to be a fair fight. I looked over at my friends who were taking in the action like they were at the movies, before looking back towards my-would-be protector.
He lowered his head and whispered something in the other man’s ear. The scowl that formed on Yeti’s face promised dire retribution and he puffed up his chest and stepped closer to the Wyatt guy. My knees went weak at the menace on his face and the way he towered over sexy Wyatt.
Wyatt pushed ape-man back with one hand to the chest and actually moved him backwards a step or two. That’s when I started ringing my hands. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Christine, that girl’s been getting me into scrapes since the second grade. Now this poor guy was gonna get the stuffing kicked out of him for coming to my rescue.
Old junkyard dog took a wide swing and then there was a flash of movement and he was on the floor clutching his gut and his throat and Wyatt was walking back towards us. My mouth was somewhere in the vicinity of my chest and my mind was trying to process what I’d seen.
“What was that? What did he do?”
“Well little lady, that was a cross between Brazilian jujitsu, kickboxing and Krav Maga. They’re trying to come up with a name for it but for now we just call it the Hunternator.”
One of his friends, the tall skinny one, informed me of this. I didn’t have much time to process any of it because the next thing I knew, I was being swung around and lifted up against that rock hard chest of Wyatt’s again, and his mouth was covering mine like long lost lovers. When he deemed it fit to release my mouth he gave me this cheeky grin that made me want to grin right along with him. I was quick enough to restrain myself though, he was way too sure of himself.
“To the victor go the spoils.” That’s all he had to say before he carted me off to his table. I looked over his shoulder at Cris and the rest of my girls who were grinning like fools. Couldn’t they see the danger here? I’m petrified of big manly men, the man is like twice my height and size, he’d squash me like a bug. And all that power, I was way out of my depth here.
Coming this Sunday from Jordan Silver