Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (60 page)

Joel woke as the sun
streamed in from the window across from the couch. He was disoriented at first,
and the back of his head was throbbing along with a strange pressure on his
chest. He lifted his head up and saw an arm draped across his midsection. He
followed it along to see it attached to Amber, and the memory of the night
before flooded back to him.

He wasn't sure what had
come over him. He knew that he didn't want to get involved, and then the next
moment he looked into her eyes and felt an irresistible urge to kiss her.
Everything else followed from that one bad decision. Not that it felt bad at
the time. It had been pretty incredible, actually. He'd never felt so raw and
animalistic. It was probably one of the best orgasms of his life. But it
couldn't happen again. This girl would never fit in with his lifestyle. She had
a life. He had nothing. He didn't need to drag anyone else down to his level by
getting involved. This was a onetime thing. It had to be.

He wasn't even sure what
kind of a life he had for himself now. He'd lost a fight, he hadn't gotten
paid, and he knew that losing was going to move him back down to the bottom
again. Less people would bet on him, which meant he'd earn less for each fight
until he could rebuild again.

But when would he even be
able to do that? He reached back to touch the cut on the back of his head. He
hadn't mentioned it to Amber, but it was worse than he was willing to admit. If
he had unlimited money, a doctor visit probably would have been a good idea. He
had no doubt it would heal in time, but he'd been dizzy on and off last night,
and the simple act of sex had left it throbbing and in agony. He'd all but
passed out from it afterwards. How long it would take to heal would be the
biggest determining factor in when he'd be ready to fight again.

His shitty life just got
shittier, and he definitely didn't need to share his misery with anyone, especially
someone that seemed genuinely decent. He rarely met anyone like that in his
life and he wasn't about to ruin the first one he came across.

He carefully moved her
arm off of him as he slipped away and onto the floor. Amber stirred but then
just turned over. She was still wearing the remnants of the shirt he had torn
off of her, her back still covered but her breasts exposed. He watched as they
rose and fell as she breathed. Pale mounds of flesh, crested in pink. Her chin
still looked pink and raw from where his beard rubbed against her as they
kissed, but her lips looked perfect. He closed his eyes, recalling how they
tasted and felt against his own mouth. Then he sighed and went into the
bathroom to retrieve his pants.

They were still wet, as
he had left them in a heap on the floor instead of hanging them to dry. They
were stiff as well, from caked on mud and grime, completely unwearable. He
padded back out and put back on the sweatpants and hoodie that Amber had lent
him last night. He didn't think she was going to miss them. He put back on his
dirty shoes that he had kicked off by the door. Those, at least, he'd have to
suffer through.

As he was about to leave,
he noticed some paper and a pen by the door, so he hastily scrawled a note.
With one last look at the sleeping red headed, he sighed and turned away.

"You seem in a foul
mood this afternoon. Someone has their bitch on!"

Amber rolled her eyes at
Simon. "I'm fine," she snapped, continuing to restock the bar with
the bottles he had just delivered from the back, only this time not slamming
them down quite so hard.

"Just saying girl,
you need to get laid," he winked at her as he turned to return to the back
room. Getting laid was always on Simon's mind, but he wasn't someone Amber ever
had to worry about, unless the two of them were competing for the same man.
That had happened before, and she was embarrassed that Simon had been the one
to go home with him.

She wasn't angry anyway.
Not really. It wasn't unexpected to wake up alone this morning, but she
couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. She wasn't really sure why. She had
just met Joel, after all, and he totally wasn't the kind of guy she generally
hooked up with. But still, he was raw and rough and for whatever screwed up
reason, that seemed to touch something deep inside of her. The sex had been
phenomenal. She'd never cum that fast from straight sex before in her life.
Even if they hadn't ended up together, she wouldn't have minded having another
round of that when she woke up.

Instead, she was left
with only a note and a missing hoodie. That was one of her
favorites
, too. Warm and well worn
in. The pants she could care less about, they were too big and she needed no
reminders of her ex. Still, Joel probably needed the hoodie a lot more than she
did. She could just get another one.

She hoisted a case of
beer up onto counter and slammed it down, the bottles within it clattering
together. What was she so mad about, then?

She thought back to the
note she had found in front of the door. "Sorry about the clothes, I'll
try to return them some time. Last night was nice."

Nice
. That's what made her so
mad. After everything she had done - let a stranger into her home, use her
shower, wear her clothes, drink her beer, not to mention the incredible sex -
and he reduced it all down to the word "nice"? She should have
listened to the voice in her head and never invited him up in the first place.
Or at the very least, she should have let him go after he had cleaned up. Then
she wouldn't even care. She shouldn't care now. It made her even angrier that
she did.

And she couldn't believe
they hadn't used a condom. It didn't even cross her mind last night, she'd been
on the pill forever and generally didn't use them with long term boyfriends.
She wasn't use to hooking up with random strangers, but hopefully he was clean.
Now she should probably go and get tested for STDs.

Simon pushed his dolly
along with another load from the backroom fridge, loaded with two new kegs.
"You want me to hook these up?" he asked.

Amber sighed gratefully,
shooting him a smile. "Please! Thank you so much." She needed some
air. "I'll make a Starbucks run, I'll bring you back a frap."

"Damn girl, you know
my kryptonite. I have to watch myself around you." Simon smiled back and
started to drag one of the kegs behind the bar. Amber left him and headed out
in the bright afternoon sun.

It was only a ten minute
walk to the coffee shop, but she took it slow. Her head was still running
through the events of the previous night. Joel. "Who fights for a living,
anyway?" she asked herself aloud.
 
Someone
who has to
. The answer hit her as hard as a punch. He'd basically said as
much last night, but she hadn't really understood.

She stopped in the
street, making everyone else on the sidewalk have to walk around her to pass,
but ignoring them. He suddenly made sense to her, the way he was withdrawn,
that he lived at a shelter. Fighting was probably always part of his life. Who
could guess at what sort of childhood he had, but it probably wasn't anything
like hers. Fighting might be all he knew. And who was she to judge, anyway?

She slowly started to
walk again. They hadn't paid him for that fight he lost, and he ended up
injured, although she got the impression it looked a lot worse than it was. It
wasn't like this job gave him benefits. They paid him only if he fought, and it
seemed like only if he won as well. She couldn't imagine living with that sort
of uncertainty and danger.

She felt bad now, having
judged him so harshly. She had no idea who this guy was. For someone who fought
for a living, her night could have ended up a lot worse than it did. It didn't
end up badly at all, in fact. She was really just upset that it was over, not
that it had ever started in the first place.

She got to Starbucks and
stopped in front of the big double doors. Something caught her eye and she
looked over at a large poster taped to the wall of the building next door.
She'd seen it before, but never really paid it a lot of attention after reading
it the first time. Now she read it over again with renewed interest. Smiling,
she reached up and stuck her nail underneath the edge and carefully pulled it
from the wall, rolling it up into a tube once she removed it completely. This
could be helpful. But first she needed to find Joel again.

There was no rain
tonight, but Joel was still careful to make sure he arrived at the shelter in
plenty of time to get a bed. After sleeping on the couch with fresh sheets the night
before, he didn't relish another night on a park bench to follow it up. Not
that the shelter could compare in any way to the other activity he had partaken
in last night, but going without sex again would be something he'd get use to
as well.

He felt bad about leaving
the way that he did. Amber had been nice to him, and really did have no
expectations in return. She was gorgeous and far more than he ever deserved.
Even when he slept he didn't dream about being with women that looked like her,
and never ones that treated him so well. He didn't deserve a girl like that.
The best thing he could do for her in return is stay out of her life. He had no
intention of going back there to see her again. Nothing good ever happened in
his life, and he didn't need to drag someone like that down with him.

"Joel?"

His head snapped around
and his eyes got wide. "Amber? What the hell are you doing here?"

"This is the third
shelter I've been to, actually," she said. She had a small half smile on
her face, but she looked at him apprehensively, as if she was expecting him to
lash out at her. "I'm not a stalker, I promise."

Joel couldn't believe she
was standing in front of him again. "I'm sorry I left without saying
goodbye," he said. "I just thought it would be easier. Did you come
for your clothes? I have them here." He turned to reach under his bunk,
but she reached out and touched his shoulder.

"No, keep
them," she said. "I don't care about the clothes. I just
came..." she paused as he looked up at her from his cot, their eyes
meeting again. He felt something between them, something he'd felt last night
that had overwhelmed him enough to kiss her. He had the same feeling now, but
he resisted it.

"I came to show you
this," she said. She was holding out a rolled up poster so he took it and
lay it down on his bed to straighten it out. His eyes scanned it quickly and
then he looked back at Amber. She was smiling brightly at him.

"What do you
think?" she asked. "Isn't that what you do? That sounds like a great
opportunity, doesn't it?"

Joel just nodded as he
re-read the advertisement. The poster was promoting a fighting competition, put
on by Tiger Strike, one of the local training teams for up and coming
professional MMA fighters. It was also being co-sponsored by Golden Dragon
Dojos, a chain of training facilities that was known for producing some of the
best fighters in the country. It was a single elimination style tournament,
with spots for up to 16 fighters. First place was a thousand dollars, but more
importantly, a contract to train with Tiger Strike for a full year, for free.
That sort of opportunity was invaluable to someone like him.

"So are you going to
do it? You should totally do it!" Amber seemed positively giddy, and he
noticed that her hand was resting on his shoulder, a couple of fingers grazing
lightly against his bare neck. It felt nice to be touched, his early resolve to
keep her out of his life was made a lot more difficult now that she'd shown up
out of the blue. And with something like this.

"Definitely,"
he said. Then he noticed something as he re-read the date of the fight.
"Wait, this is for Sunday at 7 PM. This Sunday. As in, tomorrow."

"It is? I didn't
even notice. Crap. I guess that's not going to work after all, then. I'm sorry,
I should have noticed that..."

"No, this is the
opportunity I've been looking for. I have to do it."

"But your head. Do
you really think you should fight again so soon?"

"It's fine, it
doesn't even hurt today," he lied. She was right, he definitely should not
be fighting again tomorrow. Or maybe not even by next weekend. But there was no
way he could pass up on an opportunity like this. Even if he didn't win, the
experience alone would be worth the $100 entry fee. A minor setback towards his
apartment fund, but an investment towards his future.

"Are you sure? It
doesn't look so good." Amber had moved towards his back and reached out to
touch the wound. He jerked away involuntarily as soon as she made contact,
wincing. "Doesn't hurt at all, eh? Joel, this doesn't look better at all. I
think it looks worse, actually."

"Wounds always start
to look worse as they heal. You just surprised me, that's all." He turned
to face her so that she couldn't try to poke it again. "Listen, thanks for
bringing this to me, but you should probably go. I need to get to sleep."

"You could... I
mean, if you want, you could come back to my place again tonight. It's probably
more comfortable than here."

Joel looked up at Amber,
wanting nothing more than to say yes and follow her back to her place.
Especially if they could re-enact some of the passion from the night before.
But his resolve was beginning to strengthen again. Here she was doing something
amazing for him once more, giving him this opportunity that he never would have
known about, and the only thing going through his mind was that the only way to
repay her was to stay away.

He shook his head.
"Last night was great," he said.

"But..." she
said before he could.

"This isn't going to
work, Amber. You know that, don't you? We're too different. I'm no good for
you. The only thing I ever find is trouble, and I don't want trouble finding
you."

She opened her mouth to
argue but he just shook his head again. "Please," he said.
"Don't come back here."

Her green eyes grew
larger, and it wasn't until she turned and stormed away that he realized that
was a trick of the light, shining against the tears that had started to form.
He was tempted to run after her, but he gripped hard against the bed frame to
hold himself back.
 
It's for
the best
, he reminded himself. But as he lay in bed thinking about her, he
was having trouble really believing it.