“Some Red Bull too.” He tilted his head and smirked.
“Yeah, I could probably use one of those right now.” I turned my head towards the mini-bar area.
“I’ll get it.” Ruckus hopped up and walked over to the mini-bar. “Not a fan of coffee?”
“I like it iced, usually in the afternoon. I’m an energy drink junkie in the morning.” I took the can when he returned.
“Then you’re a classic millennial, just not a vegan.” He chuckled as he took a seat and started randomly stabbing food again.
“You seem to know a lot about millennials…” I raised my eyebrows and picked up a second piece of bacon.
“They’re entitled brats who think they can stand up to me in a fight because they grew up watching UFC.” He shrugged his shoulders. “They talk a lot, too.”
“I bet I could take you in a fight.” I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.
“What?” He raised his eyebrows and looked up at me.
“Yeah, all I would have to do is open this robe before you were ready and then—bam—armbar!” I started laughing.
“How the fuck do you know what an armbar is?” His face reflected true confusion.
“I grew up watching WWE.” I continued laughing. “My dad always had it on every Monday night.”
“Maybe I’ll put you in an armbar later and show you what a real one looks like instead of that fake shit in wrestling.” He reached over and grabbed a biscuit.
“I’m going to go with no.” I shook my head back and forth. “I bet you couldn’t beat The Rock.”
“The Rock?” He scoffed and spit out a piece of his biscuit. “I’d snap that sissy Hollywood pretty boy in half.”
“He’s built like a tank!” My mouth fell open in shock.
“Yeah, a steroid tank.” Ruckus leaned forward and flexed his bicep. “This is hard work in the gym and one hundred percent natural.”
“My money would still be on him.” I leaned back in my chair and sipped my Red Bull.
“Then you’d be a terrible gambler, just like your father.” He chuckled.
“Wow, that was cold.” I narrowed my eyes and swallowed hard.
“Always bet on a winner.” He stood and stripped off his shirt. “I’m going to take a shower—you coming?”
“Is that a request or a direct order?” I bit into my biscuit and put it down on my plate.
“Gamble on the answer. Get it wrong and you might end up with a red ass before you finish that Red Bull.”
“Bastard…” I muttered under my breath, guzzled the rest of the Red Bull, and made a face at him.
“What was that?” He turned around and looked at me.
“Nothing, I’m coming.” I stood up and followed along behind him.
“You might, but I’m definitely going to cum.” He kicked off his jeans as soon as he reached the door of the suite.
13
Ruckus
My second day with Madison was simply amazing. We had sex in the shower, sex on the bed, sex on the couch, and then we finally had lunch. It seemed like she was ready to go at a moment’s notice. I had woken a sexual beast inside the virgin I bought. Her orgasms made her whole body shake and if I wasn’t already there, I exploded immediately after she started. By the afternoon, I realized that we weren’t going to be able to just have sex all day. My muscles were turning to Jell-O and my dick was completely numb. I wasn’t even sure a blowjob would fix it at that point.