I could respect. She explained how she worked for her Uncle most nights at the bar while going to school during the day. She’d gotten her bachelors and was working towards her Ph.D. in education. It was comical as hell to me because she was pretty beast in the ring. Picturing her as a teacher was hard pressed too since she sported almost as much ink as I did. I was betting her class would toe the fucking line.
Matt’s decided interest in her had screwed with my lunch when he grilled me about Ronnie while I tried to shove a burger down my throat as fast as I could to stop all the noise coming from my gut. I’d been about ready to kick his ass into silence so I could finally finish my burger when he relented, at least till we’d gotten back home.
Question was, did he want more than a one night because let’s face it…you don’t want to piss off a woman who could go toe to toe with you in an ass kicking contest but I hadn’t pointed that out to him.
I was laid back in the recliner at our apartment sipping on a beer. After several days straight in the bottom of the bottling it, a break from bourbon was in order or more like demanded by Matt. I knew he was right not that I was telling him and letting his head get big.
“Dude seriously, how have I not seen her at the club? I make it a point to know most of the fighters down there.” Matt brought his beer to his mouth and took a long pull looking confused as hell about how he’d not noticed “Rowdy” Ronnie Dalton. She was hard as hell to miss with her multi color hair, tats and a body that was stacked while maintaining a wholly feminine physic. She was eye catching for sure.
“She fights on my off weeks. Reason I knew some about her is because she was fighting my weeks on until she caught an injury. That was back when I first started there. It’s why her schedule shifted. She also studies at Odyssey though I haven’t seen her. She said she’s done a few one on one sessions with Sifu.” Odyssey was the MMA Academy I’d been studying out of for both MMA and Jiu Jitsu since 10 th grade. The instructor was world class and hadn’t kicked me to the curb like the competition team had when I’d lost it during a match. Instead, he’d tried to teach me composure, how to control the emotions that would roll through me during a fight.
Matt trained with me at the gym, working my over all conditioning, and sparred with me, but he didn’t study MMA or Jiu Jitsu and seldom put in an appearance at Odyssey unless he was grabbing me up for some reason. What he knew, he’d learned from spending time on the mats with me at the gym.
I couldn’t help the snide laugh that erupted from me as I continued to give Matt shit. “Besides, not to be dropping it out here like this but damn man, you’re normally more interested in the dudes than the chicks that are fighting…..just saying. She probably saw the way you size up the male fighters and figured she didn’t stand a chance” I laughed harder as Matt glowered at me., his eyes shifting towards the beer bottle in his hand like maybe, just maybe he might throw it at me.
“Just telling it like it is Mattie. Don’t hate on me.” A knock sounded on the door and my stomach clenched while Matt’s scowl turned into a shit eating grin.
My laugh died out. “Yeah yeah, funny. Ha ha ha. Don’t know what the fuck you’re grinning at.” I righted myself in the recliner and got up, moving to the door and pulling it open. Kylee stood there in a pair of tiny jean shorts that damn near flashed her ass and a faded black concert tank top that was snug, showcasing her chest with her long hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. There was nothing done up about her and yet she still had my dick twitching with a hunger I’d never had for anyone else. It didn’t matter what Kylee wore, could have been a garbage bag and my dick would’ve taken notice especially with her ass ready to play peek-a-boo in the shorts she was
Matt’s decided interest in her had screwed with my lunch when he grilled me about Ronnie while I tried to shove a burger down my throat as fast as I could to stop all the noise coming from my gut. I’d been about ready to kick his ass into silence so I could finally finish my burger when he relented, at least till we’d gotten back home.
Question was, did he want more than a one night because let’s face it…you don’t want to piss off a woman who could go toe to toe with you in an ass kicking contest but I hadn’t pointed that out to him.
I was laid back in the recliner at our apartment sipping on a beer. After several days straight in the bottom of the bottling it, a break from bourbon was in order or more like demanded by Matt. I knew he was right not that I was telling him and letting his head get big.
“Dude seriously, how have I not seen her at the club? I make it a point to know most of the fighters down there.” Matt brought his beer to his mouth and took a long pull looking confused as hell about how he’d not noticed “Rowdy” Ronnie Dalton. She was hard as hell to miss with her multi color hair, tats and a body that was stacked while maintaining a wholly feminine physic. She was eye catching for sure.
“She fights on my off weeks. Reason I knew some about her is because she was fighting my weeks on until she caught an injury. That was back when I first started there. It’s why her schedule shifted. She also studies at Odyssey though I haven’t seen her. She said she’s done a few one on one sessions with Sifu.” Odyssey was the MMA Academy I’d been studying out of for both MMA and Jiu Jitsu since 10 th grade. The instructor was world class and hadn’t kicked me to the curb like the competition team had when I’d lost it during a match. Instead, he’d tried to teach me composure, how to control the emotions that would roll through me during a fight.
Matt trained with me at the gym, working my over all conditioning, and sparred with me, but he didn’t study MMA or Jiu Jitsu and seldom put in an appearance at Odyssey unless he was grabbing me up for some reason. What he knew, he’d learned from spending time on the mats with me at the gym.
I couldn’t help the snide laugh that erupted from me as I continued to give Matt shit. “Besides, not to be dropping it out here like this but damn man, you’re normally more interested in the dudes than the chicks that are fighting…..just saying. She probably saw the way you size up the male fighters and figured she didn’t stand a chance” I laughed harder as Matt glowered at me., his eyes shifting towards the beer bottle in his hand like maybe, just maybe he might throw it at me.
“Just telling it like it is Mattie. Don’t hate on me.” A knock sounded on the door and my stomach clenched while Matt’s scowl turned into a shit eating grin.
My laugh died out. “Yeah yeah, funny. Ha ha ha. Don’t know what the fuck you’re grinning at.” I righted myself in the recliner and got up, moving to the door and pulling it open. Kylee stood there in a pair of tiny jean shorts that damn near flashed her ass and a faded black concert tank top that was snug, showcasing her chest with her long hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. There was nothing done up about her and yet she still had my dick twitching with a hunger I’d never had for anyone else. It didn’t matter what Kylee wore, could have been a garbage bag and my dick would’ve taken notice especially with her ass ready to play peek-a-boo in the shorts she was
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