“I’m sorry. I guess I’m in my own world tonight.” Since seeing him all those weeks ago, she hadn’t been able to stop wondering about him. Even now, several weeks later, all Brea could think about was how he saved her. As nonchalantly as she could, Brea had inquired about him until she had found out his name and that he was a newer fighter.
Sure, it wasn’t like he was the typical knight in shining armor. He had been bloody and bruised, just finished fighting another man in the recesses of this very club, but still. He had saved her. Even now she could picture that night. Her fear came back tenfold but she pushed it down. She would not let her past haunt her. It had taken her a long time to get to where she was, to be able to actually stand the sight of other people. Cameron’s face still haunted her dreams, but every day she was getting better, stronger. What she needed was a breather. After telling Shan she needed some fresh air, she stayed to the wall and made her way outside. Brea never went out the back doors, not when the shadows were her enemies. A side door close to the kitchen always had an illuminated area right outside, and more times than not there was someone out there taking a smoke break.
When the night air hit her, she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Of course no one was outside, but the lingering smell of cigarettes informed her she probably just missed someone. Leaning against the brick wall, she stayed right under the large spotlight and brought her leg up to rest against the wall. Her head fell back involuntarily and she didn’t stop her eyes from closing. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. Sleep away the past year, sleep away her fucking life. She just kept telling herself soon it would all be over. She would be someone new and wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder.
* * * *
Adrian was right. Her tits were huge and fake, but what the hell did he care. This was his life now, and as long as she was willing, he didn’t give a fuck.
“Mmm, you look hungry,” Candy, his date for the night, whispered as she slipped her panties down her long, fake-tanned thighs. The women he went for these days looked just like she did, big tits, fake tan, and willing to spread their legs to release a little pent-up aggression. She tossed the tiny scrap of material to the side and bent to remove her high heels.
“Leave them on.”
She smiled seductively but listened. “Oh, so you’re one of those boys, are you?” He didn’t know what the hell she was talking about and he didn’t care. He was wasting time. His shirt was the first thing to go followed by his jeans. He tore the condom open and slid it down his erection.
“I like a man that has to wear Magnums.” Candy’s nails were painted an obnoxious pink color and she slid them down his chest to grip his cock. Adrian gave credit where credit was due, and Candy sure as hell knew what she was doing. The gentle tug of his shaft was only the precursor to what he knew she had planned. When she leaned in close, her fruity breath whispering against his ear, he had to fight the urge to push her on her back and get down to fucking her.
“I bet you know just the right thing to do with all those thick inches. Don’t you, big boy?”
Adrian didn’t bother answering. He couldn’t deny her hand stroking him felt damn good, but that was all it was. Pleasure.
He had her on her back in the next second. Cock already about to burst, he didn’t want to waste time on foreplay. Her giggle was annoying, but he ignored it. The fact that he was a bastard wasn’t lost on him, but he never declared his love to the females he fucked. They knew what they were getting into and they didn’t care. It was a mutual agreement. That was why these arrangements worked out so well.
His cock was hard as granite and he needed to get off. That was the only way he was going to be able to press the memories back. To keep them at bay. Her legs opened of their own accord and he glanced down at her pussy. She was wet all right, so wet her cream coated her lips and made a slow trek down the crease of her ass. Positioning himself at the entrance of her pussy, he thrust inside in one swift move. Candy threw her head back and cried out. After that he let himself go. Fast, hard thrusts into her willing body, and he was finding himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Perspiration started to coat his flesh as he focused on the feeling. One image kept coming to his mind. Brea, with her long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and pure innocence that had every protective instinct inside of him roaring out that he claim her. It was like he was a damn caveman. She was dangerous to him and she didn’t even know it. Even after the night he had kept the drunks at bay, she still looked at him with a certain longing in her eyes. There was a feeling inside of him that told him she didn’t realize she looked at him like that, but regardless, it called to something in him. She was bad news for him, and he needed to remember that. He would only end up hurting her in the end. He could never let himself go there again. Adrian couldn’t let himself have feelings for another female. When he opened himself up like that it always ended in devastation. If he let her, Brea would ruin him. That much was a given.