Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (20 page)

Riker grabbed us a beer each, which I took willingly. When we’d first met, he’d shown almost as much desire for alcohol as he had for me. Since then, I’d started thinking of him as a health freak who wouldn’t touch a drop. I guess everyone had to have a sin to indulge in.

“You’re pissed at me,” Riker said matter-of-factly. “I take it you know about Tracy?”

“The ex-girlfriend you canceled on me to spend time with? Yeah, I know about Tracy.”

“We split up months ago, and we’re not back together now, so you don’t need to worry.”

“I wasn’t worrying,” I lied. “It just pissed me off that you bailed on me to be with her.”

“I noticed,” Riker replied dryly. “You could have given me a chance to explain.”  

“And how long would that have taken?”

Riker hesitated before replying “fair point.”

“Are you going to tell me what that was all about now? Or do I have to storm off again?”  

Riker took a long swig of his beer, finishing the entire thing, and then placed the empty beer bottle down on the old wooden coffee table. I cringed, half expecting the weight of the empty bottle to break the rickety old table. It held on, but I dared not breathe on it.

“I’ve known Tracy since we were both kids. We grew up together.”  

My heart sank as he talked about her. Tracy would always be there. Tracy was the childhood sweetheart that would always be in his life. Even if Riker and I made a go of things, Tracy would be lurking in the shadows, threatening to jump on him at any opportunity.

“It’s not like that,” Riker said, reading the concern in my eyes. “We weren’t always close, and we’re not anymore, but I was best friends with her brother.”

If his explanation was supposed to make me feel better, then it didn’t.  

“I don’t care about all this,” I said wearily. “Just cut to the chase. Are you two back together?”

“No.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“Tracy had news for me. About Nick, her brother.”

Riker had been struggling to get his words out all night, and I’d assumed that was because I wouldn’t like what he had to say. Now I thought it was more serious than that.

My eyes flicked back to the old coffee table where I saw a photo of Riker with another guy. Riker was a lot thinner back then, although just as attractive. He would have had girls flocking all over him in school.  

His friend had a big stupid grin on his face, and even though Riker’s smile was modest by comparison, I could tell he was happy in that picture. Happier than I’d ever seen him.

“That’s Nick,” Riker said, noticing where I was looking. He picked up the picture, along with a few others that had been underneath, and handed them to me.  

“He seems like a nice guy,” I said, flicking through the photos. Nick was smiling in every one of them.  

“He was.”

Was.
I’d heard that before. People used that word when talking about my mom. I’d resisted using it for months, not wanting to accept that I had to refer to Mom in the past tense now.

“He died?”

Riker nodded. “That’s what Tracy needed to talk about. He died a few weeks ago.”

“How?”  

Riker shook his head. “Nick was an idiot. I shouldn’t speak ill of him now, but I can’t help it. He never escaped life in a gang. He had enough fucking chances.”

Riker was angry. I knew that emotion. I’d been through that with Mom as well. I blamed her for dying at one point. Couldn’t she have gone to the doctor’s earlier? They might have spotted the cancer before it had time to spread. That feeling passed quickly when common sense took over, but it might take longer for Riker.  

“Are there any recent pictures of Nick?” I asked. “These are all old.”

“No, that’s it. We haven’t seen each other much in the last few years, and obviously we weren’t taking many photos while I was in prison.”

I still knew nothing about Riker’s time in prison, other than a few off-the-cuff comments he’d made about the conditions there. I had deliberately not looked up any information about the case. I wanted the facts to come from him.

“You going to prison didn’t scare Nick straight then?”

“No. It did for a bit, but he kept connections with the rest of the gang, and they dragged him back in. I should have let him go to prison.”

I raised an eyebrow, although he wasn’t looking at me to notice it. “How could you have
let
him go to prison?”  

“I thought I was doing the right thing by going to prison.”  

“You went to prison voluntarily? So there was no attempted murder?”

“Oh, there was an attempted murder. But I didn’t do it. Nick tried to kill some guy he thought had fooled around with his girl. I took the blame.”

“Why?”

“Nick already had a record. He would have gone down for longer.”

“So you spent five years in prison to protect him?”

“Should have just been three years. The other two were my fault.”

“Let me guess, bad behavior?”

“I prefer to think of it as self-defense,” Riker said with a wry smile. “A guy in prison—Tyler Young—took an intense disliking to me. I’ve never been the type to take a beating if I didn’t have to.”

“Tyler Young? Why do I know that name?”

“He’s a UFC fighter now. Doing quite well for himself. One day—when I make it to the UFC—I’m going to destroy him. He nearly killed me in prison. He’s going to get what’s coming to him. Wait… how do you know that name? You don’t watch UFC.”

“Ah,” I replied awkwardly. “I may have watched some recently. I wanted to see what you were getting yourself into, before judging the whole cage-fighting thing too harshly.”

“You understand now?”

“Nope. It still looks idiotic to me. You’re hurting each other for sport. I have no idea why you do it.”

“Like I said, I want to destroy Tyler Young.”

The anger might just be due to the death of his friend, but it sounded genuine enough. This man carried around a lot of rage. One day he was going to explode.

“Look,” I said softly, “it sounds to me like you did everything you could for your friend. I know you want to blame yourself, it’s only natural, but you have to move past that.”  

“You don’t understand.”

“You think I don’t understand the death of someone close? I get it, Riker. But the feeling of guilt will pass.

“This isn’t the first person I’ve been unable to protect. All those close to me die eventually.”

“Who else?”  

“I used to have a brother. And a father. Not any more.”

Not many people had it worse than me when it came to legitimate reasons for grief and misery, but Riker had me beat. A brother, father, and best friend. That was enough misery for a lifetime.

“You’ve turned your life around. Nick could have too.”

“I’m part of an illegal underground fighting ring,” Riker quipped. “I’m hardly a model of success.”  

“Yeah, but you’ve got a ripped body, and that sexy brooding thing going on,” I joked. “And you have me. If you want me.”

“I’ve never not wanted you. Not since I first laid eyes on you. But I can’t have you.”

“You can,” I insisted. “Trust me, you can.”

Riker smiled. “I mean, it can’t work between us. I’m not having you join the list of people I’ve lost.”  

“I’m not like Nick, and I’m willing to bet I’m not like your brothers.”

“You’re definitely prettier.”  

“You say the nicest things sometimes.”  

I moved closer to Riker, hoping he would take the hint and kiss me. He took the pictures from my hands and placed them back on the table, before putting his arm around me. That would do nicely.

“You want another drink?” he asked.

“No. I’m done drinking.”

I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to pick up on what I thought was fairly obvious body language.

The look dragged on, as if he were weighing up the consequences in his mind, but in the end he moved towards me and our lips touched gently.  

About fucking time.

This is a bad idea.

This is a fucking awful idea.

But I can’t help myself.

The second our lips touched, sex became inevitable. My mind flashed back to the night we’d spent together a few weeks ago. I needed that again. I needed Nora.

I’d brought Nora back here to explain everything. I hadn’t expected us to end up heading to my bedroom. I shouldn’t have been so naive. When did I ever have women in my apartment and not take them to bed? And this wasn’t just any woman—this was Nora.

Our lips never parted as I pushed Nora towards my bedroom. Once inside, I pushed her forward so she landed on the bed, red faced and expectant.  

I stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at her. This was my last chance to come to my senses. My cock pulsed in my pants, as I noticed for the first time that I was already hard and raring to go.  

So was Nora.  

Just looking into her eyes and listening to her quickened breathing was enough to know she would be dripping wet and ready for me.

Nora needed this as much as I did.  

She looked petite stretched out on the large bed, with one hand resting behind her head and the other on the top of her thigh, tantalizingly close to where I wanted to be.

I peeled off my top, and Nora did the same, mirroring my movement. I stood at the foot of the bed until she’d removed the bra as well, and then climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs.

We maintained eye contact as I pulled her pants down and threw them aside onto the floor. Her panties followed soon after.  

How had I coped these last few weeks without the sweet taste between her legs? I lowered myself down and kissed her sex, before sending my tongue deep inside. Her fingers wove into my hair as she held my head in position and pressed herself into my tongue.

Nora moaned deep enough that I felt the vibration through her body, even though I couldn’t hear it with her thighs locked firmly against my ears.

My tongue slipped out of her entrance, and I began flicking gently against her lips, inhaling the intoxicating sense to her excitement as she writhed under me.  

I teased her by gently lashing her clit with my tongue, while I slid two fingers deep into her wetness. I held her down with my other hand as she arched her back and wriggled in response to my touch.  

“I need you inside me,” she moaned, her words coming out in one quick excited breath. “Please…”  

My cock had much the same thought, as it pressed against the bed, desperate to get to work. All in good time.

I kissed her engorged clit, then took it between my lips and pressed my tongue firmly against it. I could feel her pleasure pulsing through the tiny bud, as I sucked gently between flicks of the tongue.

I’d already felt Nora come on my cock. Now I needed to feel it on my tongue.

Nora obliged.

Her orgasm was better than anything I could even have imagined. Her sex clasped my fingers as her thighs locked on to my head. Every muscle in her body went stiff until she released with a loud gasp.  

Nora’s body quivered under my touch as I kept tasting the sweet juices spilling forth from her sex. Her hands reached down to my shoulders. She tried to pull me up, but the arms that we’d strengthened through training, were now weak and useless.

Once the last shakes of her passion had subsided, I climbed up her body, and kissed her fully on the lips, my face slick with her wetness.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth, while my hand reached across and fished a condom out of the drawer. Somehow I managed to get it on without my lips ever leaving hers.  

Nora’s hand reached between our warm bodies as she took hold of my cock and guided it to the entrance.  

We shouldn’t be doing this. Nora deserved better than me, and if we kept this up she was going to get hurt. I was being selfish, but the second my cock felt the warm wetness of her entrance, all those doubts disappeared under a pile of lust.

I had to have her.

Nora wrapped her legs around me and pushed me deep inside her. We both let out low groans as I filled her up. My mind usually went into autopilot at this point. Sex was as natural to me as breathing or walking. It usually took no effort. Not this time.