Beauty and the Biker (Ghost Riders MC 2)

It was easy making the choice for this to be my last fight. I wouldn’t be spending my weekends fighting if I could be spending them with my old lady and our son. I had so much time to make up, and I wasn’t going to waste it doing pointless shit. I didn’t even need the money. I had saved all my money when I was in the Marines, not to mention all the money I’d made from fighting. Between Scribe doing all our investments and my pay for being the VP of the Ghost Riders, I had no use for it anymore, and everyone understood.

“Let’s do this,” I say, dropping the wrapping I used to wrap my hands on the table next to me.

It’s the first time Julie is watching me fight, and I have to admit I’m a little nervous. I’ve never lost before, and no one has ever managed to land a shot on me, so it would really be a shame to start now.

“You ready to see me kick some ass, shortcake?”

“As long as you’re the one doing the kicking, sure. I don’t think I can watch if you get hit.”

“Guess I won’t get hit then.”

I reach down and grab her ass, picking her up. I rub her curvy body against mine, and I try my best not to get hard. I can’t imagine fighting with an erection is fun. I give her a hard kiss, and then slide her back to the ground. Her cheeks flush, and she’s still got her hands on my chest. I smile, knowing what that look on her face means.

“Baby, as soon as I’m done, I’ll take care of you.”

She looks around the crowded room, and sees people in all kinds of kinky positions having fun and getting wild on fight night. I wasn’t sure about bringing her here at first, but she seems to like watching all the couples going at it. My girl is dirty.

“I can’t help it, Abe. Seeing all these people fucking is turning me on. It must be all the adrenaline from the fighting. Jesus, it’s like one big orgy.”

“I’m not fucking you out in the open, shortcake, so you can get that out of your head. Nobody is seeing what’s mine. You’re already claimed, so I don’t need to make it known.” I touch the dog tags around her neck, showing her what I mean. She’s wearing a low-cut tank top, so they are nestled safely between her fat tits, and seeing them there turns me on. “You wore that shirt to tease me, didn’t you?”

“No, I wore this short-ass skirt with no panties to tease you. The top was a bonus.”

“You’re not wearing panties?” Fuck. My dick is never going down.

She gives me a sly smile, and I shake my head as I see her game. She’s trying to get me so turned on I’ll fuck her out in the open. “It’s not happening, Julie.”

She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout, and it’s quite possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. God, I need to get inside her.

“After the fight, you’re mine.”

“I’m always yours, Abe. But you better make it fast. I’m needy.”

I give her one quick kiss and turn towards the ring.

Burnout steps up next to the ring, not looking as cocky as he did when I first saw him. Maybe that’s because Casper made him retape his hands as his taped-up hands had been concealing metal knuckles. I could only laugh when she told me about it. Like he was even going to get a shot on me to begin with.

I walk in at the same time as Burnout, and we walk to the middle of the ring and knock knuckles. When he first got here I heard him talking all kinds of shit. Now that his little trick has been busted he seems to have gone mute.

I just want this done, and that’s what I plan on doing. Once this is over, Julie and I will have nothing hanging over our heads anymore. This is the final thing I need to clear out.

This is underground rules, so there’s no ref. After someone rings a bell, I step up, land a right hook and watch him hit the ground. The crowd goes crazy.

I turn around and walk out of the ring, not bothering to check if he gets up. He won’t. I go back to Julie, and she stands there with wide eyes and a look of disbelief on her face.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, you said you were horny. I’d rather fuck than fight. No sense in dragging it out.”

She gives me a wicked look and pulls me over to the sidelines. She makes me sit in one of the chairs while she removes the tape from my hands.

“Fuck, you couldn’t even it drag it out for a few minutes,” I hear Casper bitch next to me, but I just ignore her, my eyes still on Julie. I know some of them wanted me to play with him a little, but why do that when I got Julie to play with?

“Julie,” I warn, but she just smiles at me and goes back to taking the tape off my hands. I’m shirtless and wearing loose shorts, so my erection is becoming obscene now. I don’t give a fuck though. I’ve got my girl in front of me, with no panties on, and it’s all I can think about.

As she finishes one hand and moves to the next, she straddles my leg, spreading her own legs. I use my free hand to draw a line up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt, and touch her bare pussy lips.

“Fuck, you really aren’t wearing any.”

“None.”

I touch her a little more, and I can feel the wetness coating her lips and leaking out of her pussy. Jesus, she’s soaked. “Are you turned on from seeing all this sex or watching me fight?”

“Both,” she says, and I can see the need in her eyes. She’s always demanding when it comes to her pleasure, and right now I can see it. She’s right on the edge, and I bet it wouldn’t take me a dozen strokes of her clit to get her to cum.