The Hurricane (12 page)

My dick was about to explode out of my jeans just watching her come in my arms. My desire to watch her come undone consumed me sometimes. I loved the effect my touch had on her. It fueled me.

“Come here baby,” I growled in her ear as I pulled her onto my lap, I could feel her clit throbbing in my lap which caused me to want to beat my fists against my chest, claim her, she was mine.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she giggled quietly in my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“It was sexy as fuck,” I admitted, running my fingers down her back, ready to get the hell out of here.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t The Hurricane,” I heard directly behind me, and my body froze; I knew that fucking voice. The cocky laugh that followed caused my body to tremble in anger. My hands dropped from Natalie’s back and balled into fists. Natalie’s body stiffened and her eyes got wide. I had to keep myself calm. I couldn’t let her see me spiral out of control. I had to focus.

“What’s the matter, Hamilton, you don’t want to say hi,” Johnson roared, and the rest of the restaurant seemed to grow silent.

“Get lost, dick,” I said without looking in his direction, trying to keep my focus on Natalie. I squeezed her waist gently, staring at her, but I couldn’t hide my trembling hands from her. I wanted to break this fucker’s neck.

I stared at her face. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something, but then closed again. Her green eyes were wide and inspecting me, watching, waiting.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Don’t let him see it. He will feed on it. I knew it. Focus on her. Those eyes, those lips, those freckles.

“Don’t be a pussy, Hurricane. You fixed the fucking fight, at least stand up like a man and admit it,” He said, and I heard someone laugh. One of his goons, probably. But the sound of that laugh caused my neck to tense up. I knew this feeling, I felt it. I grabbed Natalie by the waist and slid her off of me, sitting her beside me in the booth.

“Ryker, just ignore him,” Natalie pleaded, but I couldn’t look at her. I stared at the table, my breathing getting harder. The anger was running through my veins. I couldn’t stop it. This mother fucker.

“Yeah, Ryker, maybe you should listen to your bitch.”

Snap his fucking neck.

I gripped the edge of the table and flung it away from me, flipping it in the process, leaping to my feet. I heard a scream, it was faint but it was there.

Snap his fucking neck.

I lunged at Johnson, but his fucking goons shielded him. I leapt over them, my left fist aiming for his teeth. But then I felt two bodies pull me back. I scrambled to loosen their grip on me. I wanted this pussy to hurt, right fucking now.

“Ryker, stop!” I heard a roar behind me. Fucking Cain. His voice causing me to still. This was his restaurant, his opening. I couldn’t ruin it for him. I stopped fighting them. I had to get a fucking grip.

Johnson was backing up toward the door, his bodyguards in front of him. He was smiling, but there was fear in his eyes. I saw it. I knew that look; he couldn’t hide it from me. He started shadow boxing, swinging at the air.

“Fuck you, Johnson!” I yelled as he walked through the exit.

Cain’s bouncers finally loosed their grip on me. My fists were still clenched, anger still flowing.

“Calm down, Ryker,” Cain said without a hint of emotion. I envied that about him. So much control.

“Save it for the ring,” he said quietly, standing close to me.

Save it for the ring.

“You fucking set me up!” I screamed at Cain, the next second my fist was connecting with his cheek.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I heard a groan behind me as both of the bouncers wrapped their big ass arms around me, trying to confine me.

Cain remained calm as he rolled his sleeve up, wiping the blood from his busted lip. He stepped closer to me, my arms jerking, wanting these fuckers to get their hands off me.

“You set me up,” I seethed, through gritted teeth.

“Brother, if you would just fight, you could shut him up once and for all,” he whispered, nose to nose with me.

“Not your fucking call,” I said, my body trembling with fucking anger.

“Get some air, bro,” Cain said as he swept his tongue over the blood gathering at the corner of his mouth.

“Get him out of here,” Cain told the bouncers, who immediately started to escort me out of the building.

“I’m leaving, get your fucking hands off me,” I said, not that it did any good.

“Sir, we have to do as Mr. Hamilton says,” The bouncer on the left said quietly.

Natalie. Natalie. Fuck. I looked over my shoulder but didn’t see her. The door swung open and the bouncers took their hands off of me as soon as I felt the night air. They returned, back inside the building, without looking back in my direction.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled, my fist swinging in the air.

“Ryker,” I heard her voice as the door flew open once again.

“Ryker,” she repeated as she walked toward me, but didn’t get too close.

My eyes met hers and I saw fear. Fuck. I didn’t want her to be scared.

“Give me just a second, Nat. Please,” I said, as calm as I could muster, and turned my back to her. I put my hands on my knees and tried to control my breathing. I had to get a fucking grip. I stood up straight, putting my hands behind my head.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I felt her hand softly touch my back.

“Are you ok?” she said, quietly.

I couldn’t answer right away. But her touch soothed me. I felt the anger start to flow out of me, just from her presence. She was the calm to my storm. A second later, I noticed my truck pulling up beside us. A different young kid hopped out of the driver’s side and walked around to me, with my keys jingling.

“Mr. Hamilton, I was told to bring your truck around,” he said nervously, and held the keys out in front of his body, at a safe distance.

“Thank you,” Natalie said, and took the keys out of his hand.

“Do you want me to drive?” she asked as she looked up at me.

“I’m ok,” I said quietly, feeling guilty for scaring her.

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

“I’m sure,” I said as I walked to the passenger’s side, but unable to make eye contact with her, and opened the door for her.

The calm to my storm.

Who calms a fucking hurricane? Natalie Taylor, that’s who.

Ryker’s Blend

I didn’t want to stare at him, I tried to keep from it, but I couldn’t help it. I had never seen anything like that. He scared the hell out of me, if I was being honest. The look on his face right before he flipped the table was scary. I screamed his name but he didn’t acknowledge me. I tried to pull him back, but it didn’t affect him. I tried to get him to look at me, but he didn’t even see me. He looked right through me, his eyes wild and full of rage.

We were standing in the elevator on our way to the suite. Neither of us had said a word during the drive to the hotel. I kept glancing at him, but his face was stone. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, I could see his knuckles turning white even in the dark of night. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn’t know what to say.

As soon as we walked into our room, Ryker sat on the edge of the bed and put his face in his hands. I kicked my heels off and crawled onto the bed, squatting behind him and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, kissing his neck gently. I wanted my Ryker back.

Ryker balled his fists and placed them under his chin, letting out a loud sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, scratching his beard.

“It’s ok, that guy was a dick,” I said, trying to reassure him that I was ok. At least I thought I was. The guy was a jerk and he was trying to push Ryker’s buttons. But I didn’t expect him to punch Cain. It was so automatic, there’s no way he even took a second to think it through.

“It’s no excuse. I was out of control. I don’t want to be like that. But as soon as he mentioned you, it flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop it.”

“I know,” I whispered, and started to massage his shoulders. His body was like stone, he was so tense. I continued to rub his muscles, but he was so stiff.

“I have an idea,” I whispered in his ear. Ryker grabbed the back of my head with his right hand, pulling me around closer to his face.

“I really am sorry, ok?” he said, and kissed my head.

“Stop apologizing,” I said with a smile, and stood to my feet.

“Where are you going?” he said as he kicked off his boots.

“We’re taking a hot bath,” I said as I opened my bath bag, and pulled out my Essential Oils.

“What’s all that?” he said as he stood behind me, peeking over my head.

“Christy convinced me to try these a while back. This one is chamomile and lavender, it’s for relaxation,” I said as I held up one of the bottles.

“And what’s that one for?” he asked pointing to the second bottle in my hand.

“This is what Christy decided to call Ryker’s Blend,” I said with a smile, and let out a giggle once I saw the confused look on his face. The way his eyebrows crinkled together, causing that little crease between them, was so damn cute.

“It’s a bunch of different oils that, apparently, mixed together is a pretty powerful aphrodisiac,” I said, and wiggled my eyebrows at him, searching for the happy and peaceful Ryker that was buried behind those eyes, trying to find his way out.

“You’re my aphrodisiac,” he whispered against my ear. But I could still feel the tension rolling off of him. It was still consuming him.

“I’m going to get the tub ready, you get naked,” I said as I grabbed the button of his jeans, unfastening it.

“You won’t hear an argument out of me,” he said, trying to smile, but it wasn’t meeting his eyes.

A few minutes later, the bath was perfect, steaming hot, and the combined scents were amazing.

“Ryker,” I said quietly, and he walked through the door, completely naked and looking smoking hot. His tattoos that covered his arms led a trail to the ones on his chest and down his side. There were so many, it was mesmerizing. And as my eyes went south, I bit my lip to keep from my mouth gaping open. Damn. He really was huge.

“Why are you still dressed?” Ryker said as he reached behind my back, and unzipped my dress.

“I needed your help,” I lied as my dress fell to the floor. Ryker unclasped my bra and then pulled my panties down gently.

He stepped inside the tub and then held his hand out for me to follow. I did as he wanted, sitting between his legs in the steaming hot water.

“Turn around,” Ryker said quietly. I turned around and he grabbed my ass, pulling me onto his lap, straddling him. I ran my wet hands through his hair, watching the water run down the side of his face. Part of me wanted to lick the water from his face and put tonight behind us. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“I don’t ever want you to be scared of me.”

“I’m not,” I said, and wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my breasts against his chest.

“I saw your face when you came out of the restaurant; I don’t ever want you to feel that way again.” I simply nodded, because I didn’t know what to say.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked. I had questions, and as much as I wanted to forget tonight, I needed to know. Ryker nodded his head toward me. Shoot.

“He kept calling you Hurricane. Why?” I asked.

“I hate that name,” He mumbled, but then continued, “It’s a nickname Cain gave me as a kid. He said that I was like a hurricane when I got pissed, destroying everything in my path. It was pretty fitting as I was growing up. Then it became my fighting name.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

“I didn’t even know he brought it into the game until they announced me at my first fight. I’ve hated it since then, it’s not who I want to be. I envy how fucking calm Cain is all the time. He’s always been that way.”

“And you think he invited that dick tonight, that’s why you hit him?” I asked, trying to make sense of what happened.

“Johnson wants a rematch, he hates that I beat him. I ruined his cocky image.”

“Why would Cain want you to fight him again?”