BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1) (10 page)

The thought of the kiss with Beast from earlier still ricochets through my brain as we make our way to the pub. It was definitely one of those unforgettable kisses, and a kiss that makes my thighs squeeze shut just thinking about. I have no business going near a man like him, his reputation is enough for me to know there’s nothing good about going there with him. Anyway, after the way he flew from the apartment was enough indication that the kiss was never going to happen again. Fuck, I’m so damn glad it stopped at just a kiss. How stupid am I?

Gemma babbles on about the night ahead as I stare blankly out the window of the black taxi cab, watching the grunge of the city go by. The sky is dark with no hint of stars showing through the polluted air of the city. Blocks of graffiti covered flats come and go, lights shining through the windows. I hate London with a passion which is why I refused to live within the city limits and chose the outskirts instead. Yeah, it costs a bomb to get a taxi to the pub and to fights but with the money we make, it doesn’t matter. London is sort of like New York, it doesn’t fully sleep. The traffic into the city is just as bad as that coming out which seems ridiculous considering it’s nine at night and people still roam the streets in the business suits and iPhones pressed to their ears, babbling a mile a minute about crap I’d never understand.

Another twenty boring minutes go by and Gemma is sat quietly, scrolling through Facebook with her tongue poked out at the corner in concentration. Every now and then she’ll show me the screen at something she finds amusing, but other than that we’re silent as we turn down side roads to miss the ever growing traffic.

Pulling up outside the pub another ten minutes later, we pay the fair, climb out and nod to the bouncer on the door before he opens the door for us. It’s packed out tonight, all the booths are occupied and there’s hardly a lick of space at the bar. Being known in the circuit is great because people part ways to let us get to the bar.

Brett is working the bar tonight and his smile when he sees us is infectious. He’s as gay as they come and absolutely hilarious. I’m always jealous of his perfect tan because I burn like a bitch and end up looking like a cherry tomato.

“Girls! I was wondering when I’d see you!” He exclaims, leaning over the bar top to kiss mine and Gemma’s cheeks. “Vodka?”

“Do you even need to ask?” I laugh, placing my clutch bag on the sticky bar. “Where have you been Brett? You haven’t been here for well over a week”

He raises a perfectly shaped brow and his arms sweep over his body. “Can’t you tell? Holiday, baby. Caribbean with Sean.”

“Oh! Did you have fun?” I ask, leaning my head on my elbow. I wish I could get away for a few weeks for a holiday, but fight schedules change and the tattoo shop stops me from going.

“If you’d looked on Facebook, honey, you would have seen that it was a blast and we had such great fun.” He hands us our drinks and says, “On the house, baby girls. I missed ya.”

“Aww, thanks, Brett. You’re so good to us.” I wink and take a sip of my drink. I moan in delight; damn I need this after what happened this afternoon.

He waves a hand at us, laughing, as he rushes off to serve the other patrons that wave money in the air to get noticed. I’d hate to have his job; I’d end up punching people. A lot.

Not being able to move, we remain at the bar. I swear the next dude that ‘accidentally’ touches my arse, I’m going to swing for them. There’s no ‘accident’ about copping a feel with squeezing involved.

Gemma notices the scowl on my face and my clenched fist, she fights the laughter I know she wants to release.

“Something funny, Gem?” I hiss at her, my lip curling back. God, why am I taking my issues out on the one friend I have. “Sorry, shit day, as you know.”

“I hardly call necking Beast a shit day. I’d happily trade places with you.” She throws her head back, laughing into the air. My scowl deepens and my eyes narrow at her in warning but she doesn’t pay attention.

Gripping my glass tighter, I take some slow breaths to calm the anger building in me. Today is not a good day. Fuck Beast for putting me in a shitty mood. If he just stayed away, that kiss would never have happened.

But, just as I find my resolve and my inner calmness, the fucker himself walks through the door. Girls swarm to him and it’s pretty disgusting to watch. No wonder women don’t get a good reputation. All of us are based on basic sluts like them.

Shaking my head, I turn to get Brett’s attention. More alcohol is needed if I am going to be in same vicinity as
him
.

“Just ignore him and pretend he doesn’t exist…works for me.” Gemma winks at me as she joins me in getting another drink. “I’m sure he’s realised he can’t have you, hon. Don’t sweat it.”

Another drink in hand, we make our way through the crowd to the make shift dance floor. Time to dance this frustration out of me, have a good time and forget he’s only on the other side of the room to me.

Track three and me and Gemma are still dancing away, long finished with our drinks. Hands slide around my waist, landing on my stomach and pulling me against a rock hard chest. I don’t know who it is and I don’t care. I grind my arse against his crotch, his erection pressing into me as he grips my waist. He’s not moving, dancing or anything but I don’t care.

Looking at Gemma with a twinkle in my eye, I notice the look of horror on her face and I stop, intrigued as to why she has that look. Turning slowly, I tilt my head back to get a better look at him as he’s tall as fuck.

No. For fuck sake, why? Of all the men here why did Beast have to the one I was grinding like a slut against. “You have got to be shitting me.”

His lips come to my ear and he says in a gravelly voice, “Keep grinding, baby, and you’ll find yourself against the nearest wall with my dick so far up your cunt that you’ll be ruined for any other man.”

Gulping, I clamp my legs together and my pussy instantly ignites and my knickers soak. Fucking hot damn. “No. Please, go away. I can’t do this.”

“We’re just dancing, baby. What’s the problem?” The sinful smirk on his face tells me I’m not getting away that easy and I groan in frustration. Why him?

“Dancing. Yeah, whatever. I need another drink. Please remove you fucking hands before my fist meets your groin and I’ll ensure you don’t have future kids.” I glare at him until he removes his paws form my body. I feel the coldness seep in as his touch disappears and that pisses me off all the more.

Grabbing Gemma’s wrist, I drag her back to the bar and lay into her as we wait for Brett to reach us. “What the actual fuck, Gem? You could have said something! Now I look like all the other sluts that throw themselves at him!”

“Whoa, slow down, Car.” She holds her hands up to shut me up and continues, “One, the music is too fucking loud over there for you to hear me. Two, I ain’t up for messing with Beast. And three, the way he was looking at you was like he won the fuckin’ lottery.”

“No he wasn’t. I’m just another woman he wants to add to the notches on his bedpost. No thanks. You know I’m not like that, Gem.” I hang my head, solemnly.

“You’re wrong.” Beast’s voice booms from behind me. My back stiffens and my defences come up. “You’re not another notch. Whatever you may think of me, I actually think you’re hot.”

Turning around to face him, I throw a death glare at him before saying, “Right. I’ve said this once and I’ll say it once more so you can get it through your big head. I can’t go there with you.”

“And I shouldn’t either! Doesn’t mean I can’t stop thinking about your sweet arse bent over while I’m spanking the shit out of it for your attitude.” His lip curls back slightly, anger twinkling in his eyes, turning them a darker shade of blue. “I have reasons not to pursue you. But I can’t help it.”

Looking to my left, I notice Gemma has wondered off, leaving me with a man I can’t get out of my head no matter how much I try.

His hands lean on the bar on either side of me, effectively caging me in. I lean back as far as I can, my back pressed hard against the bar top. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t get the kiss out of my head. Even though I tell myself I can’t bring you into my mess…your sass is intoxicating, as well as the taste of your lips. Jase has warned me to stay away but I just fucking can’t. Every time I see you, my dick does the thinking.” His head rests against mine and his smell of musk and man is delicious. This shouldn’t be happening, but my brain seems to be malfunctioning. Badly.

“I…I…We…” I’m stumped for words. “I don’t do casual sex. Never have done and never will. If that is your intentions, then please leave me alone.” I close my eyes and hope he moves, but instead, an arms snakes around my waist and pulls me flush against him. I huff as the winds leave me and I stay staring at his chest, refusing to look into the eyes that will make me crumble to my knees in front of him.

“You really think so little of me, huh? I don’t think one night would be enough for me to get you out of system, baby.” He nibbles on my earlobe and my breathing becomes choppy. Can I do this? Let myself get taken after everything I went through? I have to start living my life somewhere and I mean, I could do a lot worse. Beast is as hot as they come after all.

“Come on.” He pulls me toward the entrance of the pub and I see Gemma sitting with Jase, doing the ‘call me’ hand thingy to tell me to call her. Jase is shaking his head, a worried expression on his face as he eyes us leaving.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he pulls me along by my hand. These heels weren’t made for rushing after hot men.

“My place. Privacy,” he yells over his shoulder. I’m so fucking screwed.

What the fuck am I doing? What happened to the vow of leaving her alone and to not drag her into my shit? That’s just gone to hell in a fucking hand basket. The site of her in that tight as shit dress, wrapping around her like cling film. Her arse is well shaped, protruding out in just the right way and those legs of hers that go on for miles, even if she is pretty short. Discreetly rearranging myself, I lead her to my car and she stares at it with an unreadable expression on her face. “What, Carlotta?”

“Um, do you have a ladder for me to get in this thing?” She gestures at the car and raises her right eyebrow at me.

I look between the car and her and I laugh, head thrown back with mirth. Shit, I forgot she was a bit little.

Walking around to the passenger side of her the car, I lift her in my arms and place her on the passenger seat and strap her in. “Happy?”

“Honestly?” Her eyes narrow at me but I notice the pink tinge of colour on her cheeks. She wants this as bad as I do even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

I pat her cheek and before she can spout abuse at me, I shut the passenger door and strut to the driver’s side with a smirk on my face.

Climbing up, I buckle myself in and turn the key in the ignition. “Ready for me to rock your world, baby?”

Her eyes go impossibly wide and she fiddles with the hem of her dress with shaking hands. But she stays silent. I frown at the side of her face as she sits straight, staring out the windshield of the car.

Not wanting to press her, I pull away from the curb, merging into the light traffic of the evening. Something is bothering her, something about sex possibly? I’ll get to the bottom of it before I even touch a strand on her head. I’m not a bastard, well, I am, but I’m determined to reign it in for her. She looks so fragile sat there and I just want to embrace her. Fuck, what is this chick doing to me?

It only takes ten minutes to navigate the roads back to my penthouse suite in a modern high rise. It’s not the best area, nowhere is really that amazing to live in London, but this is a building that only houses MMA fighters, we have cleaners that maintain the communal areas of the building and a maintenance man that lives in the basement flat.

“Nice,” I hear Carlotta whisper to herself as she glances up at the brown brick building, lights glimmering softly from the lanterns at the entrance.

I must admit, this building is like the hotels in New York. We have a doorman, dressed in a red suit and hat. Bodyguards are always hidden in the shadows to protect us but you never know where they are.