Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (4 page)

“You have a first aid kit back there anywhere?” I asked.  

“Yeah,” she replied, ducking down behind the counter. “But I don’t think anything in there is going to mend your broken ego.”

“My ego is as big as ever thank you,” I replied. I took the first aid kit, but the only painkillers in there were far too large. “Nope, this won’t do.”

“What are you looking for?” Nora asked.  

“Small pills. Any of the girls have hay fever?”

“One of the barmaids, but she’s busy with your friends. We can’t take her tablets. I have a feeling she’ll need to be able to breathe through her nose later when you get your hands on her.”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” I replied with a grin.

“And what does suit me? A huge cock in my mouth I assume?”

“I never said I had a huge cock.”  

“True,” Nora replied. “Guess I got confused because you’ve been a massive dick all evening. But that’s not the same as having one.”

I turned back to look at Theo who seemed even more awkward now than he had been around his idiot friends.  

“Sorry about her, Theo. Some women like to play hard to get before I fuck them. Makes them feel less slutty.” Riker turned back to me. “I assume you’re on the pill?”  

She pursed her lips in displeasure. This wasn’t going brilliantly so far.  

“It’s none of your business,” she snapped.

“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not asking because I want to have sex with you—I’m still on the fence on that one. I’ll let you know when I’ve made up my mind. You got the pills on you?”

She sighed, but nodded and grabbed her pills from her purse behind the bar. “I have enough for a few more months.”  

I took out one of the pills and compared it to Theo’s drugs. The contraceptive pill was slightly bigger, but no one would notice in the heat of the moment. I put six pills in the bag, and threw the drugs on the floor before crushing them under my foot.

“There you go,” I said, handing the bag to Theo. “No one will know any difference.”

“Uh, thanks,” Theo replied nervously. “Will this stuff… affect me at all?”

“No,” I replied. “You should be fine. But, uh, best not try to park any cars for a few days.”  

Theo smiled, but the grin disappeared when he glanced towards Nora. I didn’t look. Best not to know.   

“Your brother’s scum,” I said to Theo. “He should be keeping you off that shit, not encouraging you. Stop hanging around with him after tonight.”

Theo nodded, and ran off the bathroom to join his friends.

That was one of tonight’s missions accomplished. Now, came the tricky part.  

I finished off the last of my drink and slid the glass over to her. “Straight whiskey this time.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, giving a mock salute.

“You still haven’t told me when your shift ends.”

“That’s right, I haven’t. Anyone with half a brain would take the hint.”

“Ah, well, that’s where we have a problem. My brain’s just mush these days, what with all the fighting.”

“And yet you still do it.”

The big-boobed woman from before came back with an equally well-endowed friend. I still had the marker pen, so I grabbed a handful of boob and signed my name again.

“It has its perks,” I said to Nora as the women left.

“So you decided getting punched was a good way to make a living just because you’d be able to get your hands on some tits in dirty bars?”

“No. I decided to fight for a living because I was fighting anyway. Might as well get paid for it.”

“What type of fighting is it anyway? You’re not involved in any of that illegal underground stuff are you?”

“No,” I lied. “Not that.”  

I usually made no secret about being an underground fighter. Women loved it. But there was something in the way Nora asked the question that made me think twice this time. She looked relieved by my answer, but I had no idea why.

“What about you?” I asked. “Why did you decide to work in a dive bar? No offense, but you don’t look like the usual type you get working in these places.”

“If you must know, I’m a student. Well,
was
a student. I’ve graduated now. Tonight is my last night here.”  

“Ah. So if something’s going to happen between us it will have to be tonight.”

“Nothing’s going to happen between us.”

“We’ll see.” I picked up my drink and stood up. “Oh, one more thing.”

“What’s that?” she asked with a tired sigh.

“I
do
have a huge cock. See you later.”

What a complete fucking prick.

I didn’t need this right now.  

Just one more shift to go, then I was done with this place. I had an entire summer with no responsibilities other than getting to know my biological father. Just that small thing.  

Then I’d be a social worker for Child Welfare Services. A proper, grown-up job. I’d have a desk and everything. Okay, so I wasn’t going to be an awesome defense lawyer like my Mom had been before cancer took her, but she’d have been proud of my choice.

Riker had gone back to join his posse behind the red rope and it looked like he was having a great time. Not that I was looking.  

Well, maybe a little bit.  

Everyone in the building was either staring at him or trying not to stare at him. Men were puffing their chests, desperately trying not to look inadequate next to him. They were fighting a losing battle.  

Riker didn’t have the biggest chest in the bar—there were a few muscular meatheads wondering around—but combined with the muscular arms, tattoos, and hard-edged face, he definitely had the attention of every female pair of eyes.  

Why did men like him always have to be such arrogant dicks? I would love to end my time at this bar with a good, rough fuck, but I couldn’t do it with someone like him.  

Physically, he was exactly what I needed. Heat rushed between my legs whenever I thought about what he could do to me. A brief touch of his finger on mine had been enough to get me get me damp where it mattered.  

If only he wasn’t such a complete ass.  

The women at his table hung off his every word. They laughed out loud at his jokes and never took their eyes off him. They were all competing to reveal as much skin as possible, and there were more heaving bosoms on display than in a porn version of Downton Abbey.

But I wasn’t jealous. Not even as one of them sat on his lap and started whispering God knows what in his ear.  

The barmaids waiting on the VIP table looked like they were having fun, but I didn’t want to be over there in amongst all the wandering hands.  

I only had a couple of hours to go now, then I was done with this job. No more dive bar. No more being hit on by drunken assholes. No more men like Riker.

A group of men walked out the bathroom, all looking buzzed to their eyeballs. The young kid, Theo, followed them out looking relieved, and definitely not pregnant.

Riker had taken me by surprise. I’d seen the drugs get passed to Theo—the lads weren’t exactly subtle—but I had a rule not to get involved. Stopping people doing drugs in this place would require a full-time member of staff in the bathrooms.

Riker didn’t have to do anything either, but he’d spotted the look on Theo’s face and offered him a way out. It had worked. Thanks to Riker, there was one fewer kid on drugs in here now. A small victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.

The hotshot fighter, with a posse of hangers on and groupies, didn’t want a young lad to take drugs. It was like I’d talked to two different people.  

I looked over at Riker again. He was looking at me. Our eyes met and he smiled. Or was it a grin?

Whatever it was, it had me angry and aroused at the same time. I needed to get out of here.  

Just two more hours to go. I could make it.

-*-

Done. Finished. Finito. I’d said my goodbyes, and now I could leave.

No more working in a bar getting hit on by assholes.

“Hi, gorgeous.”  

I spun round and saw Riker standing at the doorway of the small staff room, arms crossed over his chest, and biceps bulging impressively, as if he’d just finished lifting weights.  

“You can’t be back here,” I said defiantly. “Staff only.”

“I’m a VIP tonight. I can go where I want.”

“Well have fun drinking the shitty coffee, and eating the stale chips. I’m going home.”

“No you’re not.”

I picked up my purse and strode purposefully towards the door. Of course, that also meant I was walking right towards Riker.

“I can assure you, I’m leaving. Now get out of my way.”

Riker stepped to one side leaving the door open, but I didn’t move. Why didn’t I move?

“See. You don’t want to leave. If you leave now, you’ll always be wondering what it would have been like.”

“What would
what
have been like?” I asked, the strength fading from my voice with each word.

“My cock. More specifically, my cock inside you.”

I swallowed as a fire burned between my legs. He had big arms, a big chest, big thighs… I didn’t doubt for a second that he was big everywhere.

“Do women really go for that bullshit?” I asked.

“All the time. Usually I don’t have to work this hard. You’re putting up more of a fight than most.”  

“Yeah, I didn’t want to give in too easily and seem like a slut. I’m done playing hard to get, so you can just take me. I’m all yours.”

“You’re being sarcastic. But that doesn’t change the facts. You’re ready for me now.” Riker stood between me and the door and closed the distance between us to less than a foot. “You’ve been wet since I first spoke to you at the bar.”

“I’m not,” I lied.  

I was dripping. I dared not look between my legs in case there was a wet patch on my crotch. The closer he got, the more my lust took over my body. If that lust reached my brain I was screwed. Literally.

“So if I place my hand between your legs, I wouldn’t find you hot, wet, and ready for my cock?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Riker frowned, but then nodded. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. I don’t have to. I’m going to stand here, and let you go. But you’re not going to leave. You’re going to take my hand and place it between your legs.”

“You’re so fucking full of yourself.”

“Soon, you’re going to be full of myself.”

“Go to hell.”

“You can leave whenever you want,” Riker reminded me.  

I could leave right now. I’d be home in less than half an hour.  

But I just stood there. Helpless.  

“The manager could come up here at any minute,” I said timidly.

“I said I needed to use the room for an important call. He won’t come up.”

I couldn’t fight it much longer. I needed this. I needed him.  

I reached out and took hold of this thick wrist, and slowly pulled his hand towards me. His fingers grazed against the heat between my legs.  

Then Riker took over.

He pushed me up against the counter and deftly opened my jeans, tugging them down to my knees and leaving my wet panties exposed, offering all the proof of my excitement he would ever need.

We didn’t kiss. He looked me in the eyes while his fingers lightly brushed over my silk panties before diving under the fabric and touching my wet flesh.  

My eyelids fluttered, but I kept eye contact with him while electricity sparked through my body. His fingers explored my soft folds, as he uncovered the tiny bundle of nerves and sent more heat coursing through me.

Now I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My hands gripped the counter as I flicked my head back and let out a low moan. I tried to keep the noise down in case someone heard us, but Riker wasn’t giving me much choice.  

His warm lips caressed my neck as he slipped a finger deep into my core, immediately bringing me more pleasure than a penis had ever done.

I heard Riker rustling around in his pocket with his free hand, and then his lips left my neck as he tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He used his foot to push my jeans down from my knees to my feet and then I clambered out of them while he slipped the thin silicone over his throbbing shaft with one hand.  

His fingers kept caressing my sex in a slow, steady rhythm as he leaned forward and finally kissed me on the lips. My lips tingled as he parted my mouth and slid his tongue inside. Our tongues touched briefly as his thumb rubbed back and forth against my clit.