The Fighter's Girl by Unknown Read Free Book Online

Burying his dick in available, random pussy wasn’t the answer, but he had no place in telling London that.
    The skirt the Chaser wore was obscenely short, and it was clear she’d opted to go commando tonight. Turning away from the sight, Brock scanned the dance floor. The bodies were shoulder to shoulder, and the people were pretty much dry humping with each other to the rap that blared through the speakers.
    “You good, man?” Phillip came to stand beside him.
    “Yeah.” He offered a smile, but it was forced. “I’m good, just got a lot on my mind lately.” When Phillip didn’t respond Brock turned and looked at him. “What?”
    “This about some girl?”
    Brock was good at keeping his emotions in check, knew how to not show his hand, so to speak, but clearly he hadn’t done a good enough job if Phillip could read him so easily. Letting emotions out was dangerous and made someone vulnerable, but when it came to Izzy, he was doing a lot of things out of character. “That obvious, huh?”
    “Yeah.” Brock glared at him. “You asked, man, and I’m not going to lie.” Phillip grinned. “You’re the master of keeping your shit on lockdown, but it must be some deep shit for me to be able to see it written right across your face.” The noise surrounding them was deafening, but in his head everything seemed eerily quiet. “So, if I’m not overstepping any bounds, why are you thinking so hard?” Brock looked at Phillip again. “Clearly this girl has you acting out of character, so if you care about her, then what is there to think about?”
    It wasn’t that Brock was trying to fight it, because in fact that was the opposite. He wanted her, and had every intention of being with her. “I don’t plan on fighting how I feel, Phillip.” He slapped Brock on the back, and they looked at each other.
    “I’m glad, because honestly, fucking these random chicks is getting old.” Yeah, Brock couldn’t agree more. There was no emotional connection, and Brock was getting too damn old to keep on this lifestyle. “And I would never admit this to anyone, but shit man, I hate that these Chasers only want to be with me because I fight. Does beating the shit out of guys really do it for them, or is it the fact that we got some money in the bank?”
    Their level of fighting didn’t make them millionaires, well not most of them, but it did offer a fair amount of decent money. He could have moved out of Izzy’s , and had only moved in with her in the first place because his move to Ohio had been somewhat rapid, but he was dragging his feet on getting out. Now though, he wanted to be near her.
    “I hear you. I’m getting too old for this shit, too.”
    London made a deep groan, and they both glanced over at him. The blonde had her hand down his pants, and they were fused at the mouths.
    “Looks like London is still all about the random ones, though.”
    Did any of the other guys notice how London stared at Sunny, or was it just him?
      “You wanna play?” Brock gestured to the pool table.
    “Hell yeah.”
    When Phillip started to rack up the balls Brock glanced back at the dance floor. When he got home tonight he wouldn’t fuck around in telling Izzy how he felt. There wasn’t a point in denying himself, and he wasn’t going to wait for her to make a move. He was an underground cage fighter, beat people’s asses without waiting for them to come after him, and he wasn’t going to stand back on this. And there, right as the sea of bodies parted, he saw her swaying to the music. Izzy looked so fucking gorgeous. The skirt she wore was short, but not scantily so, and her shirt showed all of her luscious curves. Her eyes were closed, and Brock could tell that she wasn’t just listening to the music, but feeling it wash through her. If this wasn’t a sign for him to move his ass and go to her, then he didn’t know what was.
    “I gotta go.” He didn’t wait for Phillip to respond, didn’t give a shit, because