Roofie (MMA Bad Boys Book 2) (10 page)

“Alright. See you here in half hour.” His eyes don’t move from the TV and I shake my head as I make my exit.

Living just a few doors down from Jase make’s life easier, I’m sure if I was driving right now I’d wrap my Porsche around a tree. All I can think about is how tight Gemma’s pussy is and when my dick can get another go.

Unlocking my door, I pick up the post and place it on the side table just inside the door. I can’t be fucked to look through that junk and head straight to my room and en-suite, stripping my clothes as I go.

After the hottest, quickest, shower I think I’ve ever taken, I pick out a white button down shirt and faded Levi jeans and dress quickly. My house is fucking cold and my skin feels like it’s going to crack with the air being so fucking freezing.

Splashing on some aftershave, I deem myself presentable for Fusion. I shove my fingers through my hair, not giving a fuck what direction it goes in and grab my wallet from the chest of drawers. I shove it my jeans pocket and leave the bedroom.

Standing in the hallway toward the front door, I check I have everything before I leave; wallet, phone and I pick my keys up before heading out into the freezing cold…again.

Jase is already outside waiting for me, smoking a cigarette and typing away on his phone.

“Yo!” I call out and he jumps half a foot in the air, nearly dropping his phone to the pavement. “Sorry. What were you so engrossed in?”

“Pussy, mate, pussy.” His smirk tells me all I need to know and I hold my hands up in front of me to stop him telling me anymore. “She’s a fucking bombshell though.” He got the hint.

“Yeah, yeah.” I wave a dismissive hand at him because the only ‘bombshell’ I’m interested in is Gemma. “Taxi?”

“Ordered.” He stubs out his cigarette under the heel of his shoe before pushing his phone into his pocket. “What’s going on with Gemma?”

“None of your business,” I answer quickly.

“You fucked her again didn’t you?” The smile that lights up his face makes me shake my head. What is it with people trying to get involved in your issues? Like it’s their business and all that jazz?

“Not that it’s anything to do with you, but yeah, I did.” I feel the tug at the corner of my mouth as a smile crosses my lips. My heart skips a beat when I remember the feel of her pussy tight around my dick.

“When the fuck did you have time to do that? I mean, she wasn’t exactly happy with you at the pub last night.” Jase’s eyes bore into mine, unblinking.

“This morning.” I sigh. “I went to hers to say sorry for last night… It kind of just happened.” I look up and down the road, hoping the taxi will hurry up so he can stop quizzing the shit out of me. “Can you shut the fuck up now?”

I can see the reluctance to drop the subject in his face but he nods and says, “When’s your next fight?”

“Monday, I think.” I try to wrack my brain but I just can’t remember. All that seems to be rattling around up there is Gemma. I thought fucking her out of my system would have done the trick, but how bloody wrong was I. I need her, want her, more than my next breath and that to me is worrying. I’ve never, ever, felt these sorts of things to anyone else before.

“Roofie, dude? Taxi.” Jase knows exactly was I was thinking of because he smirks at me before hopping into the back of the taxi. I follow suit, sighing. Not long now and Gemma will be in my presence and my mind can take a fucking hike.

Carlotta, Gemma and Beast are already outside the club when we arrive and I have to tell my dick to stand down when I catch site of the really short, red dress that hugs Gemma like a second skin. Her tits are spilling over the top and I have to count to ten in my head before extracting myself from the cab. Jase pays, which makes a fucking change so I go join our group.

“Gemma… you look amazing.” That slips out before I even have a chance to think about something intellectual or even interesting to say to her. My eyes widen when her breath catches. Lust shadows her eyes as she stares at me and a rosy tint forms on each of her cheeks. She’s so beautiful that my heart skips a beat and I have to concentrate on anything else that’s not how hot her body is to stop my cock from getting uncomfortable behind my zipper.

“Thanks.” She smiles at me coyly before linking arms with Carlotta and leading us all into the nightclub that we’ve been to countless times in the past. I can’t stop my eyes from dropping to her arse as she sways her hips from side to side, I can’t stop them dropping lower and eyeing her legs that go on for miles and I can’t help but groan when she winks at me over her shoulder.

The little minx has dressed this way on purpose. If it’s to get
my
attention, she fucking has it. Because we’re obviously all raging alcoholics, we order four shots each and three cocktails each. You can tell this night is going to end up messy as fuck. But I plan on staying as sober as possible so I don’t fuck up with Gemma like I did last time.

Downing the shots, I wince as the burn of the Sambuca trails fire down my throat, through my chest and landing in my stomach. I quickly chase the nasty after taste of Sambuca with my fruity cocktail and sigh as the heartburn from the shots disappears. “Who the fuck ordered Sambuca?”

Gemma looks at me guiltily and holds her hand up. “Me. Sorry, I thought everyone loved the stuff.”

I shake my head and wrinkle my nose. “The stuff is vile. Oh well, just remember not to get me that again if you order another round.” I wink at her to show I’m not being harsh and she smiles at me.

“Can you two get a fucking room already?” Beast shouts above the music, causing a few heads close by to turn and give him dirty looks. Does he care? No. Does he ever? Never.

“Fuck off, Beast,” I grunt at him while trying not to chuckle at the incredulous look on Gemma’s face. She got busted. We both did.

I survey the crowd as I let the music pump through my system and notice a group a barely dressed, extremely young, girls eyeing us from the edge of the square dancefloor that takes up the middle of the room. You know the look that barely legal girls give men they’re interested in that they think is hot? The straw of their drink rubbing on their bottom lip, eyes moving up and down the man’s body and the giggling? Yeah, that annoying shit is what they’re doing. I shake my head at them and wrinkle my nose. Good luck to them girls getting laid if that’s the look they give. I can imagine all they’ll be able to pull tonight is a pimply faced university grad student with a receding hairline.

A smack on the back of my head has me whipping my head around, my glare landing on Carlotta. “What the actual fuck, Carlotta?”

“Gemma is stood right here and you’re there eyeing up some teens wearing belts for skirts?” She points at the group for good measure.

“If you get your head out of your arse, Car, you’d see the look I gave them. They’re not sexy in the slightest. Hell, Gemma’s smile even confirms that. Keep your little ex-fighter hands to yourself.” Carlotta opens her mouth to say something but Beast shuts up with a vicious kiss.

“So, where’s your date? Pretty sure I remember you telling me about someone before we left.” I turn to give my attention to Jase.

He looks around before a grin spreads across his face, showing off his dimples. “There.” He points and me and Gemma turn to see an exotic, Hispanic, woman strutting towards us with confidence. Her jet black hair is styled around her face and her smoky make-up makes her green eyes stand out against the tan of her skin. She is beautiful, I’ll give her that and she looks completely badass.

“Wow…” I hear Gemma say as she stares in awe at the new arrival. I agree, wow, but she still has nothing on Gemma.

Moving to stand in front of Gem, I run the backs of my fingers down the side of her face and move my mouth to ear, “She still has nothing on you, baby.” Moving my head, I place a soft, barely there, kiss on the side of her mouth and her body gravitates towards mine. “Want to dance?”

“Sure.” She places her empty glass down on the bar and places her delicate hand in mine as I pull her past the group of giggly girls, whose faces have fallen, and through the crowds of people already grinding against one another on the dancefloor. “I’m not drunk enough for this…” I hear Gemma mutter beside me.

“You don’t need to be shy around me. Let yourself loose for once.” Finding a clearish spot, I pull her to me and grip her hips. “Move.”

She starts dancing, slowly, and I move with her whilst running my hands from her hips to the curvature of her breasts and down again. I feel the shiver race through her body and her eyes flutter closed and she begins to relax and get lost in the music. I place my face into the crook of her neck and inhale her perfume, moaning into her ear. “You smell exquisite.”

She smirks at me before moving closer to say, “That’s quite a big word for you, Roofie.”

“You calling me dumb now? Oh, you wound me.” I clutch my chest and a look of hurt crosses my face, pout and all. Of course, I’m only mocking her. She slaps me playfully before turning around and grinding her arse into my groin. Fuck. Me. That feels good. I close my eyes and relish in the feel, my mind wash away with the music.

I let my hands roam her body before pulling her arse close and grinding back. The heat in the room amplifies and all my blood is rushing south of the equator. I’m not sure how much of this I can stand before I fuck her on the dance floor but I bite my lip to quench the thirst I have for her pussy.

The song merges into another and then another, and I’m soon getting too damn hot to dance any longer. I turn her around to face me and crash my lips onto hers, my hands on her cheeks keeping her in place. “Come back to mine. You’ve worked me up and I need you,” I groan out between kisses.

Her response? Dragging my arse through the crowd to where the others have been seated in the VIP booth, grabbing her clutch and waving goodbye to Carlotta before yanking me towards the exit. Damn, shit, I didn’t think she had this kind of spunk in her. Not long now and she’ll have another type of spunk inside of her.

She drags me all the way to the taxi rink not far from the club and jumps in. I reel off my address before snuggling up with Gemma on the back seat, smelling her hair as we pull off. “That shit was hot, babe.”

“What was?” She bats her eyelashes at me with innocence and bites her bottom lip which doesn’t help the bulge in my jeans at all.

“You. Practically staking a claim on me and pulling me out of there like you needed me like it’s your last breath.” A megawatt smile claims her face and her eyes light up.

“Maybe you’re right.” She shrugs a shoulder before laying her head on my shoulder. I kiss her head and squeeze her closer to me.

Thankfully, the drive to mine isn’t that far and we’re soon scrambling through my front door. I heave her over my shoulder like a caveman and spank her arse when she squeals. “Quiet!”

Her giggling is infectious and I’m worried that I won’t make it to the bedroom without dropping her through the laughter that’s taken over me. I do though, just, and drop her to the bed before climbing on top of her.

She looks up at me with wide, blue, eyes and smiles like I’m the only person in the world that matters right now. I would say I felt the same, but I’m confused by the shit I’m feeling. Having never felt it before, I ain’t got a clue what it is. The only emotion I can decipher is lust. It’s coursing through my system, swirling in my blood and heating my skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Gemma,” I whisper before crashing my mouth down to hers. The taste of her cherry lip gloss has my dick seeping pre-cum and I swallow the moan that’s crawling up my throat. Her hands clutch the shirt at my chest as she tries in vain to pull me closer and her legs clamp around my waist. I break from the kiss and mutter against her mouth, “Your smell is intoxicating. I can smell how aroused you are and it’s fucking hot.”

She moans as she inches forward for another kiss but I move back. Her eyes shoot to mine in confusion before I smirk and untangle myself from her death grip. She frowns at me and I roll my eyes. Impatient little minx.

I undo the buttons of my shirt slowly, her squirming on the bed has me smirking and I find it endearing that she’s so turned on and isn’t afraid to show it. My shirt hits the floor and her eyes darken as my muscles contract. I remove my jeans quickly because her licking her lips has me losing all self-fucking-control.

“Strip for me, baby.” I say to her, pulling her from the bed. “Don’t make a show of it just get that damn dress off before I rip it off.”

She removes her dress in record time and is soon standing in just a red thong and her eight-inch heels… and she’s never looked so fucking hot. I groan, lunging for her and wrapping her hair in my hands. Pulling her head back, I kiss a trail from the side of her neck, down her collarbone and between her breasts before clamping a nipple between my lips, sucking and nipping. The little cries of pleasure that emanate from her has my dick pulsing against the confines of my boxers.

Her hands roam softly through my hair as I make my way down her stomach. I nip at her hips before I pull the thin strapped thong down with my teeth.

“Shit, that’s hot as hell,” she mumbles and I laugh before pushing her back softly to land on the mattress.