Safer, for sure, even if I can’t keep my eyes off the way he moves around the room—almost graceful for such a large man.
He digs his hand in his jeans pocket, pulls out my money, and hands it to me.
“Thanks.” I’m surprised again at his honesty, but like he said earlier, he doesn’t need my money. Definitely true with the crowd of people that must flood The Tropics every night, along with their other nefarious deals.
So many contradictions in this man. The neck tattoo that continues to his tan tatted chest, the heavy silver rings on four of his fingers, frayed jeans and heavy engineer boots scream bad boy biker. The easy, almost gentle way he carried me up the stairs. Then his assuring words belied a gentler side I’m sure he keeps hidden. The man is an paradox, making him much more than just a rough outlaw biker, and, God help me, but I want to find out exactly what makes this man tick.
DIESEL
I settle onto the couch and smile when she cautiously changes her clothes without showing me anything. Like sheforgot I saw her almost buck-ass naked on stage, and then had her grinding over my dick while I fingered her into an orgasm.
“I guess it all makes sense.” I narrow my eyes. “Your moves on stage and your self-defense mode in the hallway before say cage fighter.”
“I’m not a fighter.”
“You didn’t hesitate before; you just reacted, like you’ve been doing it professionally.”
“My mother signed me up for jiu-jitsu when I was young so I could channel my energy. I was one of those kids who couldn’t sit still at home or in school. When I got older, I began competing with other clubs. Not actual fighting in a ring or a cage. We competed for points.”
I eyeball her. “How’d you do?”
“Don’t let my slight appearance fool you. I can take down women twice my size.”
“How about guys?”
“Yeah, them too, but I do it in a different way.”
“She’s got jokes.”
She smiles, and again I notice her innocence. “I run the gym and a fight club for the Royal Bastards along with my other brother, Blood.”
“Nice.”
“You ever think about doin’ it professionally?”
“No. It’s always been like a hobby, and a way to stay in shape, like people who take Pilates or yoga.” She sips her water, then grins. “I got a few solid shots in on you though.”
“Right, on a guy half in the bag with a raging hard-on. You wouldn’t get close to me in the cage.”
She squares her shoulders, and my t-shirt gaps in the front. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“A few months ago, we started taking women on at the fightclub. Huge fuckin’ moneymaker. Or would you rather stick to the stripping?”
“The fight club definitely sounds interesting.”
“You got real talent on stage, babe, but I’m guessing you’d also be fire in the cage.”
“If you’re looking for more women fighters, I’d be interested.”
“Always, if you’re good. We run our club to make money. You win, we make money, and so do you.”
“A percentage?”
“A fair percentage. Maxie, Blood’s woman, trains the women.”
“Interesting.”
“I’ll take you over there tomorrow and hook you up with her. If Maxie likes your moves and thinks you’ve got potential, she’ll set you up with a room upstairs.”
