Ria. He wondered what her name was short for. It suited her. She seemed like a no-nonsense type of woman, and her name was no different.
He still remembered the night they had been going to the hospital. He had made an ass of himself—hell, he had become spoiled by his fame and notoriety.
With her long, shiny, dark hair and those big, brown eyes, she had an exotic look men fantasized about. He thought about how girls like Leah were easy to find. But Ria, she was unique.
His tired cock stirred. He had to find a way to get close to her. She was dominating his thoughts, and the only way to get rid of them was to fuck her out of his mind. He would lose interest and move on after he had her a few times and found out if the fire in her eyes matched the one in her pussy.
No woman had ever held his interest very long. He sighed, disappointed she had turned him down. He went through women much too easily, and she might actually be able to keep him interested for a while.
He looked down and watched the blond head bobbing up and down on his dick faster and harder. Leah must have thought his sigh was an indication to pick up the pace.
When she looked up at him with the desire to please in her eyes, he put his hand on her head and held it over his dick as she slid her mouth up and down over his cock. This would be the last blow job he would be getting from her before he ended it in the morning.
He might as well enjoy it.
* * *
“Did you see that elbow to her side? What about the sweep in round three?”
Nick nodded to his sister Melanie, who was talking about her last fight while they met for a late breakfast, asking him questions as if he’d missed half of it. She was currently the women’s MMA champion in her weight division and had just successfully defended her title.
“Hell, yeah. Those bitches aren’t taking my belt anytime soon,” Melanie stated. “Hey, did you see—”
“Mel! I was there. I saw every single move. You were awesome,” Nick interrupted his little sister in the middle of her next question.
“Dick. Why can’t you let me enjoy my glory by retelling the fight, move by move?”
Nick sighed. “Fine, go ahead.”
“Well, now you just ruined it for me.” Melanie scowled.
“So does that mean you’re finally going to shut the hell up?” Nick smiled to let her know he was only teasing her.
“I guess,” she replied sulkily. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing at all,” Nick replied, looking directly in her eyes to keep her from trying to drag up past memories. Those were his own demons, and he was sick of her trying to help him.
“Okay! I get the hint,” Melanie replied.
Nick had told her to quit trying to bring up the past. She was always asking if he was okay or if something was wrong. It was irritating and annoying to him.
“How’s the arm?” Melanie asked.
Nick grinned at her. His little sister was good at changing the subject. “Improving. I’ll be in the sling for a couple weeks, and then back to the doctor to see if I can start training.”
Nick had broken his arm during his last fight, defending his title, when his opponent had snapped his arm because Nick had been unsuccessful in breaking a hold. As Melanie looked toward the door, he glanced over his shoulder and saw that same opponent walking in the restaurant.
“Hey, baby,” Melanie said to the man.
“There’s my champion,” Zane replied as he slid into the booth and leaned over to kiss Melanie.
Nick had to keep himself from laughing out loud. Zane was a complete bad-ass, but treated Melanie like a princess. He knew how to keep her happy, which was all Nick could ask for in a potential brother-in-law.
Nick watched the smile spread across Melanie’s face, glad she had found someone.
“Hey, Nick. How’s it going?” Zane asked.
Zane and Nick had been childhood friends and trained together for years. Zane had gone through some shit that had kept him from fighting for a while, but he’d finally made it back to the cage, just to take Nick’s belt.
Nick had been the champion for several years and didn’t mind letting Zane deal with all the contenders wanting the belt for themselves. Nick needed a break, though he would never admit it. His father was constantly pushing him to train and fight, which Nick truly enjoyed, but was getting burned out. He’d been training and fighting for over half his life; therefore, this was the first break he’d had in years.
“Going well. You?”
“Trying to keep this belt so Melanie’s head won’t get too big. I don’t want her to be the only champion in our house.” Zane nudged Melanie in the shoulder as he finished his statement.
“Oh, Zane, you’ll always be my champion,” Melanie drawled sarcastically.