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  She found herself hugging John tighter and tighter, enjoying his warm, rugged body against hers. She loved his sweet, masculine smell, laying her face on his back and just allowing the wind to dance with her hair. She had often dreamed of a life where she could just cut loose and let herself embrace freedom on a total level, but she had never been able to take the risk and let go. This was one of those times and she definitely wanted more in her future.

  They had been traveling on the highway for about twenty miles when John pulled the bike over and pulled up in front of a building. Kelly had never really been in this part of town and she was excited to see where they were headed. One thing people realized when they came to the Phoenix area was how unbelievably huge the city really was. It would take you well over an hour to travel from one side of the metropolitan area to the other if you used the highway.

  The building was a bit older and rustic, and it kind of reminded her of a warehouse set aside from the rest of the community, but she saw a line of cars parked in front. As they got closer she read the sign “West Phoenix Gun Shop and Range”.

  “What are we doing?” Kelly asked.

  John looked back and smiled at her as he pulled the bike to a stop and shut off the motor.

  “You ever fire a gun before?”

  Kelly looked at him and smiled.

  “Ok, now both hands with a firm, but relaxed grip. Keep your body loose and bend your knees slightly,” John’s voice was a bit muffled outside her headphone enclosed ears. Everything sounded like it was underwater, which was actually kind of neat.

  Kelly bent her knees and took a few deep breaths trying to relax. She had never fired a gun before and guns in and of themselves had always terrified her, but gripping the pistol in her hand and feeling the cold metal melding into her grip—she felt lethal and strong. It was so empowering and she couldn’t wait to fire away.

  “Ok, now you are going to squeeze the trigger. Don’t pull it. Just take a deep breath first, aim at your target and squeeze.”

  Kelly followed John’s instructions to the letter and squeezed the trigger slowly. The gun came to life and blasted a round at her target, hitting it dead on the chest. The recoil from the gun was much stronger than she had estimated, but her arms were able to absorb it, transferring the shock through her chest and down into her legs, vibrating warmly. It left her whole body tingling with a mixture of excitement and power.

  “Great shot,” John said.

  “Yes!” Kelly said. She started to jump up and down but thought better of it when she remembered the loaded gun in her hand.

  “Try again,” John said.

  Kelly got back in her stance, aimed, and fired another shot. Then another. And another. Eventually emptying the chamber. John pressed the button and the target came back to her. He held it up for her to see. She had hit bullseye on half the shots and hit the target in several key places with the others. She couldn’t believe it.

  “You are a natural, baby,” John said.

  Baby. She loved it when he called her baby. It was essentially their first date, but she had never had anyone really call her baby. The way he said it with that sexy smirk and that cocky swagger of his was irresistible.

  He leaned over, put his hand on her ass, and kissed her deeply, catching her by surprise. Then he put a new target up and she got ready for another round.

  It was exhilarating. Just knowing that she had the power in her hands at that moment to stop anyone or anything that life had to throw at her.

  John was no slouch himself. He was actually pretty amazing. After she’d had two rounds he took over and took several rounds himself, hitting the bullseye with amazing accuracy, firing shot after shot with a laser-like focus and an intensity that turned Kelly on beyond belief.

  After the gun range John took Kelly back home. She had to get ready for work soon anyway. He pulled up in front of her apartment building and she had expected him to just let her off, but he asked her if he could use the bathroom. So she let him up.

  When he came out of the bathroom she was drinking a bottle of water and was just about to offer him one when she saw the look in his eyes. It was the look of desire. It was the look of a man who had one thing on his mind.

  He approached her slowly, grabbing the bottle from her hand and set it down on the counter. John wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her close, pressing his mouth down on hers. She surrendered herself to the kiss, letting his energy consume her, flowing into her being. It was like being placed on another planet where the real world she knew no longer existed.

  Suddenly he grabbed her and flipped her around, bending her over the counter. In an instant he had her pants and underwear down around her ankles. Kelly knew that she shouldn’t be doing this, but he was so sexy and it had been so long. She wanted it so badly and she knew it was going to feel so good.

  He was suddenly deep inside of her, forcing her body to open up to encompass him. Kelly thought of all the times she had dreamed of a sexy man taking her like this. It was her deepest fantasy to just be taken and ravaged. She loved it rough and needed to feel a bit helpless. She was his and he would do with her what he wished.

  Feeling him moving in and out of her body, using her, owning her, making love to her, was intense in its passion and she surrendered to every urge she had ever had. She was relinquishing all feelings of control at that moment. She was tired of having to stress and worry about everything. She was tired of being totally in control of her life. It was time that she let go.

  She felt herself about to hit her climax and he beat her to it, but only by a few seconds. She closed her eyes and breathed nice and deeply and let it finish deep inside of her.

  Afterwards, John got dressed, and kissed her sweetly.

  “See you later, baby,” he said leaving through the door.

  Kelly stood there with her pants still around her ankles for several minutes trying to compose herself and allow her heart to calm down. She had to laugh at the absurdity and the pleasure.

  It was a good day, so far.

  Chapter Four

  Climbing into Aaron’s truck had been only slightly more difficult than climbing down out of it. Kelly was only five foot three and she wasn’t the most athletic person around, so she proceeded with extreme caution. If she fell and busted her neck it was probably going to ruin their evening.

  Aaron had come up with the winning idea that they go to a local MMA fight for a lower league. It was not the level of fighting that he did, but it had been the same league he had started out in. He loved to check out these fights so he could scout out his future competition and take a good hard look at the up and comers while they were still really green and making mistakes. He was under the belief that a person’s fighting style was made in the early part of their career and though they would always try to eliminate weaknesses and try to grow as fighters—and most of them would—the flaws in their game would always be there waiting to be rediscovered, like opening an old injury. At least that was how he had explained it to her; she still had no idea what he was talking about. She was just hoping that she didn’t get any blood on her, or she was going to freak out.

  They went inside and grabbed their seats. The auditorium was bigger than it looked from the outside and the place was packed. She had not expected this, but apparently people went nuts over Mixed Martial Arts. This wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her one evening a week off, especially when she had a term paper that was not going to write itself to work on.

  But she honestly didn’t care that much. Maybe some of John’s moxy had rubbed off on her. She was starting to feel that she was always taking life too seriously. She didn’t have to be superwoman all the time. She was allowed to take a break and be irresponsible on occasion. And this was definitely one of those times.

  She had thought about John almost non-stop since they had made love. The man would just not leave her brain. It had been almost three days and she had not heard from him. For some reason this did not surp
rise her. He didn’t really seem like the relationship type, but he was so damn sexy. He probably had his share of female admirers. She wondered if he was a player or if he was just an unobtainable object for any woman simply because he was a lone wolf who could not be pinned down. This also made his bad boy image that much sexier. She wanted him more because she knew that he could never be had, but she had relished the taste.

  And she wanted to taste it again really soon.

  Aaron came back from the concession stand with a few beers and a couple of hot dogs. He was such a nice guy, but he wasn’t too nice either. She knew he had a bad streak in him that was a rule breaker, but he was just a little more unassuming about it. She was starting to think she had a problem with being overly attracted to bad boys. Ugh, she did not want to fall into that sort of stereotype, like Amy was. Although, Amy seemed to date guys who weren’t really bad boys; they were spoiled brats who behaved badly and it was not at all the same thing.

  There was just something about the character and strength of a man who lived by his own rules that was so damn exciting. She was bitten by the bug and she just didn’t care anymore. She doubted she would ever marry a guy like that, but she was in the prime of her life to have as much fun with them as possible.

  She grabbed her chili dog and began to scarf it down. She had forgotten to eat lunch earlier and she was famished. The beer washed it down perfectly. Aaron grinned at her enthusiasm over the junk food.

  “Don’t worry about my diet. What about yours? Aren’t you in training?” Kelly asked.

  Aaron smiled. “I wasn’t judging. I just love to see you enjoying real food, because most women I’ve dated won’t. It’s cool that you have a relaxed attitude about it. And my diet is fine. I’m allowed one cheat meal each week. It keeps me sane.”

  Kelly smiled back. She was aware that her attitude towards her weight and food were becoming much more relaxed lately. It wasn’t that she wasn’t concerned anymore, but recently she was feeling like she just didn’t need her size to define who she was. She knew it was because of her new relationships with Aaron and with John.

  She had not told Aaron about John and she didn’t plan too. Right now things were going so well with him that she didn’t want to upset him, especially when he had a big fight in two weeks. He needed his mind to be as laser sharp as it could be. He didn’t need the distraction. Besides, they had never said they were exclusive anyway. They had only been out a few times. She definitely had strong feelings for him and she loved being with him. She could see things getting serious down the road if it continued.

  There were four matches in all. Kelly thought the evening was going to be long and unexciting, but about halfway through the first match she found herself cheering along with the crowd. It was so interesting to see the level of skill and the mental fortitude these fighters had to have to do this. She admired their dedication to their craft and she had a whole new respect for what Aaron did. She knew that he was dedicated and passionate, but to know he was going to go in to that ring and battle in a few weeks made her both proud and scared for him. She wasn’t sure she could stand to watch him get hurt. She felt that she needed him now. She grabbed his hand and he gripped it back with a smile. She knew that he had no idea what she was thinking, but he knew that she was enjoying herself.

  After the evening was over they went back to her place. She invited Aaron in for a cup of coffee.

  They never made it to the coffee.

  Within minutes they were stripped of clothing and enjoying a hot shower together.

  It had been another good day.

  Chapter Five

  Aaron’s phone vibrated waking the both of them up. Kelly had been dreaming the most amazing dream, but upon hearing the familiar sound of a phone receiving a text message the dream’s memory had been wiped from her mind. She struggled to remember exactly what had happened, but the details were gone. Only the feelings remained. The feelings were of excitement, hope, and promise for the future. These were things she had not felt in a while.

  “Wow,” Aaron said.

  “Is that a good wow?” Kelly asked.

  “Well, depends.”

  Kelly sat up, aware that she was naked, letting the sheet fall away and exposing her large breasts, but not caring. She was still feeling frisky and she hoped that Aaron’s text did not alter his mood! Last night had been amazing.

  “My opponent for the fight has been injured during training so he won’t be able to fight.”

  “That sucks. So you have to wait until he heals? So you won’t get paid for this fight then I take it?”

  “No, I will. They are giving me a replacement fighter. It’s Jack. The brother of that guy in the bar, remember?”

  “Wait, you have to fight him again? Didn’t you just fight him?”

  “Well, not just, but he has accepted and he was next in line.”

  “Wow, how do you feel about it?”

  “I’m fine. I beat him once and I can beat him again. Besides, he hasn’t been training for a fight. He just got cleared to fight again because of medical issues he suffered in our last fight.”

  “Wow, how much of his ass did you kick?”

  Aaron laughed.

  “Well, he got a sprained wrist and a bruised collar bone, and a slight concussion.”

  “You did all that to him and they didn’t stop the fight before you got him to tap?”

  “Well, when you are fighting and the adrenaline is going sometimes neither fighter knows how badly they or the other fighter might be injured until after the fight and you get checked out at the hospital.”

  “Wow that must be bizarre. Were you hurt after the last one?”

  “I got off lucky. He didn’t get that many good shots in. I took him to the ground and used ground and pound on him. I pretty much dominated him for the whole fight, which is why it’s so ridiculous that he thinks I didn’t make him tap. He was hurt.”

  “Damn. You are a warrior, sexy,” Kelly said.

  Aaron smiled and began to kiss her taking notice of her exposed breasts and the nude body that lay beyond the covers. He began to caress her softly.

  Kelly wanted to get into the moment, but now she was slightly distracted by a disturbing thought; what if John was at the fight? What if he said something about their relationship—could you even call it that? They had gone out once and then had some kinky sex, but she had not heard from him in several days. Was he expecting her to chase him? Was that his game? Or did he see her as a one-time fling? Normally she probably would have felt bad about that and possibly a bit used, but she was having so much fun with Aaron that she didn’t care. And then she felt a bit bad about that. Did that make her loose or a female player? She was starting to confuse herself on the matter.

  With these thoughts dancing behind her eyes she tried to focus on the lovemaking with Aaron.

  She soon got her rhythm back.

  Chapter Six

  “So, we meet again.”

  John walked out of his shop, shirtless, his ripped and tanned muscles coated in spots by black grease. Even with the grease he still looked like a stud out of a sexy biker calendar. Kelly had to forcefully overt her eyes to keep from drooling.

  John’s shop was basically a converted garage that was attached to his house. He appeared to be the only person who ran his business. It was a nice little setup. It struck Kelly as being the type of environment she would expect to see John thrive in; he was a self-employed man who worked alone with his hands all day.

  “Hey, there. I haven’t heard from you lately,” Kelly said. She tried to keep her words from sounding too eager. She felt enough like a tool coming to meet him on his turf when she hadn’t heard from him in a week.

  “I’ve been kind of busy. My little brother’s in training again, so I got to help get his ass into shape.”

  “You work in his corner? So, you’re like his trainer?”

  “Something like that. I got to keep the boy focused. He tends to get distracted with p
artying too much. So I got to put my boot in his ass every now and then.”

  “I wanted to talk to you about the fight, actually.”

  “Oh, yeah? Your boy ain’t getting nervous now is he?”

  “No, he is training hard. I wanted to talk about us, actually. Aaron and I have gotten pretty close and he needs to stay focused, so if you could make sure and not tell him about us, then I would appreciate it.”

  “What? You think I would do something like that?” John smiled. His smile was wicked and sexy all at once. She found herself lusting after his sexy swagger. The way he carried himself was just so unapologetically masculine and dominant that she just couldn’t help but be overwhelmingly turned on by him.

  “This isn’t funny. He could get really hurt if he isn’t focused on this. Besides, do you want your brother to fight a man who is at a disadvantage? If his mind isn’t sharp then it’s going to be a lousy fight.”

  “My brother doesn’t need that kind of help. Your boy is at a disadvantage because he thinks he won that last fight and he thinks he is a better fighter than Jack. That is what’s going to get him hurt. He doesn’t need my help for that.”

  “Then you have nothing to gain by telling him. It would just hurt me,” Kelly said.

  John walked around behind her, getting close, and taking a big sniff of her hair. His breath on the back of her neck and his dominant position behind her sent small goosebumps up and down her back. She wanted him to rip her damn dress off and do her right there. The same thought was running through his mind also.

  He grabbed her hand and led her through the garage and into his house. Leading her through the kitchen and into the living room he threw her down on the couch. In an instant he had pulled her panties from her body, and pulled himself free from his pants.

  He rammed deep inside of her and their bodies began to sync up in perfect harmony.