Smash_ A Stepbrother MMA Romance(110)
Still, the thought of some greasy scumbag like Thom hitting on Becca turned my stomach.
I took a deep breath, calming myself. “Anyway, it’s done with.”
“Josh won’t be coming around much anymore I bet.”
“He won’t if he’s smart.”
Thom laughed. “You’re one scary mother fucker sometimes, you know that, Climber?”
“Only to guys like Josh.”
“I get why Jay wants you to join.”
“You trying to recruit me too?”
“Fuck no. Just saying, I get it.”
I sighed and glanced at my watch. “We all good here? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, sure. Jay says we have to leave separately, so I’ll go first.”
“Sure. See you later.”
He nodded at me and walked back to his car. I watched as he climbed in and drove off.
I hated that Becca was on the radar of guys like Thom. That was exactly why I had warned her against going to that party. In normal circumstances, in normal towns, going to a party with a bunch of different people was no big deal. It was how you met new people, made new friends.
But in Ridgewood, things were different. The mob was moving in, slowly buying up land and taking over businesses, and selling drugs to the mostly low-income and economically depressed locals. People needed the money the mob brought, and the mob needed the customers. Some people saw it was a win-win.
I saw a bad situation that was only getting worse. I needed to get back on the wall, win some tournaments, and get my family the hell out of Ridgewood.
But first, I needed lunch.
I turned back and started the short hike back home.
An hour later, I pulled into the parking lot of the Blue.
As I walked in and took a seat at the counter, nodding to the waitress, I wondered why I always came to the Blue. The food wasn’t particularly good, and there were other spots to try. But the Blue had become like home in some ways. It was comfortable and familiar.
As the waitress, Jenny or Janet or something with a J, set a glass of iced tea in front of me, I leaned back in my chair and smiled to myself. The Blue was good. It was comfortable.
“Hey, Reid.”
I nearly fell off my chair. Standing off to my right was Becca wearing the full Blue outfit.
“Becca?”
“Surprise. Lindsey got me a job.”
I gaped at her and immediately felt my dick start to get hard. She looked incredible, fucking amazing in her apron and her blue button-down shirt. She smiled at me and I wanted to rip off her pants and fuck her right there on the counter for everyone to see.
There was something about her in that uniform that drove me insane.
“Suits you,” I said.
She frowned and looked down at herself. “I don’t know, I feel dorky.”
“You look pretty damn hot.”
She blushed. “Quit it. Someone might hear.” She moved a little closer.
I grinned at her. “Hear what? That your stepbrother can’t stop thinking about that kiss?”
“Yeah, exactly,” she hissed.
“Or maybe that he wants to lick your sweet little clit until your back arches and you come.”
“Reid, stop it.” She moved a little closer. I could see her begin to breathe faster.
“You like that, don’t you? You want me to push you down over this counter and fuck you from behind, right here. You want me to spank that firm ass of yours.”
She was struggling not to smile and I was hard as fucking hell. “Who taught you to talk like that?” she said.
“You bring it out of me.”
“Yeah, well, cut it out. You eating?”
“If you’re offering, I’d love to eat you in the bathroom.”
She smacked my arm playfully, just like she did all those years ago.
“That’s enough. I have tables.”
“Fine. You just think about me running my tongue along your clit.”
“Goodbye, Reid,” she said, looking away.
“Have a good shift, college girl.”
She walked off just as my waitress returned and smiled at me.
“So, what can I get you?”
My heart was hammering in my chest and I couldn’t stop thinking about slowly lowering Becca’s sweet pussy down my long hard dick. I wanted to make her sweat, to work her body until she came hard enough to forget her last name.
“I’m starving, Janey. How about some pancakes?”
“You got it, Climber.”
She gave me a little smile and walked off.
The Blue had just gotten a little more complicated. I couldn’t tell if I wanted more complications, but I definitely wanted Becca.
I leaned back in my chair, imagining all the different ways I wanted to get Becca off, and all the different spots throughout the diner that I wanted to do them in.