Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (65 page)

When Amber opened her
sleep-filled eyes the next morning, a thrill of fear stabbed her as she
realized the other side of the bed was empty. Her chest felt tight as she
reached across the mattress, in an effort to validate what her other senses
were telling her. She relaxed slightly as she grazed along the indentation that
had been Joel - it was still warm, so he couldn't have left very long ago.

When a sudden banging of
pipes against her bedroom started, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He must
have just gotten up to shower. Ever since that first night when she had woken
alone the next morning only to find a goodbye note calling their time together
"nice", she was waiting for him to disappear again. True, it had been
a couple of weeks since then, with no repeat of his vanishing act, but Joel was
a hard man to read. Amber wondered, sometimes, what thoughts were behind those
deep blues of his. What pain was he hiding from his past that made him so wary
of any display of altruism or friendliness?

The red LED on her
nightstand told her it was just past six in the morning, although the sunlight
streaming in from behind her blinds seemed bright enough for noon. Joel was up
early. He didn't have to be at Rock House for almost three hours. She thought
he'd want to sleep in a bit more this morning to keep his energy up for his
first day of training.

She slipped out from
under the thin sheet that they had slept under, the weak air conditioning in
her unit not strong enough to keep the warmth and humidity out of the air. A
shower was a good idea. Summer mornings in this shit hole apartment always left
her feeling sweaty and gross. She couldn't wait until she could afford a better
place.
 
Until
 
we
 
can
afford a better place
, she amended. She had been meaning to float the idea
of Joel moving in with her. He had been staying over every night since the
tournament anyway. But she knew he would balk at the idea, if only because he
wouldn't be able to pay his own way. Not that she cared about that.

The door to her bedroom
was closed, likely Joel's attempt to keep the noise from his shower from waking
her. When she approached it, she saw herself in the mirror she had hung on its
back.

Her red hair was tussled,
as usual after a sweaty summer night of sleeping on it. Her green eyes were
still half closed as well. She needed coffee. And both her thin white cotton
sleep shirt and the powder blue panties she wore underneath were creased from
the same issue that messed her hair. The top felt damp. She hated the humidity
much more than the heat.

She grabbed the bottom of
the fabric and pulled it up and over her head, freeing her small breasts with
barely any bounce. The pale freckles from her face extended down her neck and
across her chest, adding a bit of color to her alabaster skin. Her parents had
named her Amber because she had come out with a full head of orange hair when
she was born, but she always thought it was unfortunate that her skin was so
pale in contrast. It was typical of redheads, but any time she tried to darken
it by the sun she just ended up with a burn.

She left her reflection
behind and walked over to the bathroom where that door was already wide open,
as usual. Joel didn't seem to have any sort of privacy boundaries after years
of living in shelters and showering in community stalls at the YMCA. It was one
of the more shocking things Amber had noticed about him that first night they
met, but now she was use to it. In fact, it suited her purpose just this
morning.

She walked in and dropped
her panties on the floor, kicking them over to join Joel's boxers in the
corner. She then grabbed the shower curtain and yanked it aside. Joel was just
rubbing shampoo into his hair with his eyes closed, standing just outside of
the stream.

"Fancy some
company?" she asked with a little grin.

Joel's soapy hands paused
on top of his head as he opened his eyes. He smiled as he saw her. "I feel
like I'm in no position to disagree."

"Good," she
said, stepping into the tub in front of him. The water behind was bouncing off
of the bottom of the tub and she could feel the cool spray on her calves.
"Oh good, it's not too warm." She always liked a cooler shower when it
was so hot and humid in the apartment.

She looked over at the
fighter's hard body, admiring his
chiseled
abs and well defined biceps that bulged
in his current position. But the muscle between his legs interested her even
more at the moment. She reached forward, taking it into her hand. It was
slippery and wet, but began to stiffen in her hand giving her more to hold on
to. "But it's getting warmer," she giggled.

"Let me just wash my
hair out," Joel said, taking a small step back so that the spray of the
shower hit his shoulders. She knew he didn't want to lower his lathered hands
onto her or let the soap drip down into her face, but she liked the fact that
he was sort of stuck until he cleaned it off.

She closed her hands on
his flesh, pulling him gently forward again. "Leave it, I like you
helpless and at my mercy." She dropped down to her knees in front of him,
admiring the body that towered above her.
 
God
this boy is beautiful
.

When Amber surprised him
by joining him in the shower, Joel had been obsessing about his restless night
that had been filled with stress dreams about his past and anxious ones about
his future. But as soon as she touched him, those thoughts were banished from
his mind and all he could think about was the gorgeous redhead who was holding
his cock and kneeling in front of him.

He inhaled sharply as she
took him into her mouth, immediately rolling her tongue around his hardness and
massaging his balls with her hand. He wanted to reach down and grab her head
but his hands were soapy and he didn't want to get it in her eyes. Plus, she
seemed to like him in this position. So instead, he gave himself over to the
pleasure.

Amber continued to work
on him with her mouth and hands, using her free hand now to rub along his hard
shaft, following her mouth as it ran up and down its length. It felt
incredible, and even though he was tired from a long night of bad dreams and
little sleep, his arousal was starting to wake him up and get his blood moving
again.

"Fuck that feels
good," he muttered. Amber made a little sound with her mouth in agreement
and continued. She let go of him with one hand now and reached around, grabbing
a handful of his ass and pulling him forward into her mouth.

He took her cue and
started to thrust his hips in time with her, pushing himself deeper and
reveling in the increased stimulation he felt. A familiar tingling and tension
began to grow in his body and he moaned a bit in response. Amber moaned as
well, tightening the hand that was on his ass and pulling him even faster
forward.

He couldn't resist any
longer. He dropped his soapy hands to Amber's red hair and dug his fingers
between the strands, wrapping them tightly to get a good grip. Guiding her
head, she continued until he was ready to explode. He tried to pull her away,
but she gripped onto his ass tightly until he couldn't hold on any longer. He
released himself into her mouth, feeling himself spasm multiple times at the
feeling of suction as her mouth swallowed and her tongue continued to stimulate
his glans.

Amber didn't stop until
she could tell he had nothing else to offer. Only then did she pull away and
look up at him with a smile. He looked down at her with a dopey grin, and she
reached up and pushed him backwards into the spray. The water fell across his
lathered head, cascaded down his face and causing him to close his eyes against
the bubbles.

Before he could open
them, he felt Amber's lips press against his and he kissed her back, leaning
forward as he knew she was probably on her tip toes to reach his lips. He
wrapped his arms around her and spun her so that she was now the one under the
waterfall. He pulled back and wiped away his eyes so that he could look at her.

She stood under the cool
water with her head back, a smile still on her face and her eyes closed. Her
small, pale breasts jutted forward, caped with small pink nipples that were
like little water spouts now, directing the flow that came down from above. He
reached down and kissed one of them, taking it into his mouth and giving it a
soft little bite. Amber squeaked and then wrapped her hands around his head,
hugging him close.

The water poured down his
face as his body connected with hers, rinsing off the last of the shampoo. His
mouth moved from one hard nipple to the other, and he felt Amber shiver under
the touch of his tongue. His hand slipped down, starting at her flat stomach
and then lower to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and then still lower. As he
touched the folds between her legs he felt her jump, letting out a little moan
of encouragement.

Pressing forward, his
strong fingers slipped inside of her and she gasped as she squeezed against his
head. Urged on, he moved deeper into her enveloping warmth, curling his fingers
and rubbing along her insides. Amber spread her legs, giving him more access
than he needed for just a hand, so he took that as a hint. Joel wiggled his
head to loosen her grip and then he sank to his own knees until he was low
enough to face his goal. Without waiting, he pressed his lips against her tight
little nub, sucking it into his mouth and then flicking it with his tongue as
his fingers pushed even deeper.

Amber took a step
backwards to steady herself against the wall of the shower, causing a surge of
cool water to spill down across Joel's head as the shower head now directed its
flow onto him. He didn't miss a beat, though. His hand moved in and out, faster
now, and his mouth and tongue began to paint little invisible designs against
her sensitive and engorged nerve center.

"Holy...
shit..." she gasped. Amber lifted one leg, wrapping it around Joel's neck
and pulling him harder against her. He responded by rubbing faster, his mouth
sucking her in harder. "Fuuuuuuucccckkkk..." she gasped, as she began
to quiver and shake. Her leg squeezed around his neck like she was putting him
in a triangle choke, but he held on as his fingers and tongue continued their
assault. Finally, she had had enough and loosed her grip, pushing his head
away.

The water poured forth
against face until Amber moved forward, cutting off the flow from reaching him.
She put a hand on his arm and yanked until he stood up, pulling him in for a
deep kiss.

Joel left the shower
first, since he was just finishing up when Amber had arrived. She watched his
tight wet ass step over the tub as he disappeared behind the shower curtain and
bit her lip. The pleasure from her orgasm a few minutes ago had still not
completely dissipated, and just the sight of his hard body made her feel tingly
all over again. She wondered whether or not she could entice him into bending
her over the bed and taking her hard before he had to get ready to leave.

The mental image of Joel
behind her with his powerful hands on her hips, filling her as their bodies
were pulled together made her face feel hot, so she turned the knob to reduce
the water temperature even more. If she was going to try to have sex with Joel,
she wanted to cool down completely before venturing back out into the warm
apartment - otherwise the heat from their bodies would make it even more
uncomfortable.

She quickly finished her
shower and stepped out,
toweling
off quickly before leaving the bathroom, still
naked, in search of Joel.

She found him in the
bedroom, already half dressed.

"Hey," he said,
nodding at her. She noted his eyes roam over her body as a little smile formed
on his chewable lips.

"Hey yourself,
stud," she said with a little wink. She walked forward and slid a hand
into his still open jeans, grabbing him firmly. He was soft now, but she knew
she could fix that soon enough.

Joel chuckled and then
stepped back, causing her hand to fall out of his pants. "Not now,"
he said. I have to get ready and get going.

She frowned at him and
quickly glanced at the clock. "It's not even seven. I thought you don't
have to be there until nine?"

Joel zipped up his pants
and fastened them, as if to lock himself away in case she tried to grab him
again. "I do, but I have to stop by the Y and get a couple things from my
locker. And I want to get there early, anyway. First day and all."

Amber's frown deepened.
She picked up her comfy
pajama
pants and slipped them on now that she knew Joel
wasn't interested. "Why do you even still have a locker there?" she
asked.

"What do you mean? I
need a place to store my stuff."

"You can leave it
here. Anyway, I was thinking that maybe you should just move in. Like,
officially."

Joel paused in the middle
of pulling on a light short sleeved shirt, his head about to disappear
underneath the cotton. He gave her a weird look and then pulled it on. By the
time his head had emerged again, his face had darkened a bit.

"Amber, I thought
you understood, I don't have money to pay for a place. After I paid you back
for the tournament, and the fact that I haven't fought in a couple of weeks, my
savings-"

"I told you that
entry fee was a gift, I didn't want you to pay me back unless you won."

"And I told you I
don't like being in debt to people."

"Whatever. Look, I'm
not asking you to pay for rent. I'm just saying that you might as well move
in-"

"Which would put me
right back into debt to you!" he said, his voice raising in frustration.

"So what? What's the
difference anyway? You've been here every night since the tournament and you're
not paying me now."

His eyes flashed in
anger. "You're right. You're absolutely right. I should pay you for the
time I've spent here."

"That's not what I'm
saying," she said, shaking her head. He could be such a hot head,
especially around money and debt. It frustrated her.

"No, that's what I'm
saying. I've been freeloading and it's time it stopped. That's one lesson I
learned from Darryl and Linda, at least.
 
There
ain't nothing in this life that's yours that you haven't paid for
. I'll go
back to the shelter tonight after training." Amber always thought it was
sad that he referred to his parents by their first names on the rare occasion
that he brought them up. Fully dressed now, Joel pushed past her and left the
bedroom. Amber grabbed her own shirt and pulled it on as she followed after
him.

"Joel, don't be an
idiot."

He stood by the door,
pulling on his shoes and not looking up at her. She could see he was fuming.

"This is silly. I
don't want your money, I just want you. I can pay for the rent. I've been doing
that since I started living on my own."

"Well
congratulations on being so together with your life," he spat. "Not
everyone got such a positive head start in life." He stood up and spun
around without looking at her, yanking the door open.

"Joel, wait! Don't
leave like this. Come back after training and let's talk."

"I have nothing more
to say." With that he stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door
shut behind him with a bang.

Amber let out a
shuddering breath, her eyes starting to sting a bit.
 
What the fuck was that all about?