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BLOOD

The Royal Bastards rep and the eyes and ears I have on the street dissuade most issues, but poverty is a harsh reality in Tijuana, and leaving anything unlocked or unsecured is just plain stupid and looking for trouble.

I knew firsthand the desperation of scrounging to survive, and sometimes even going hungry. It puts a person in touch with their animalistic side. A side every human being tempers and keeps under wraps until the unthinkable happens and you’re forced to act on instinct, usually making a bad decision. Or a reckless decision based on despair.

I kick my Harley to life and enjoy the night air in my face for the short ride to the compound containing the gym, chop shop and fight club. I pull into my usual spot, drop the kickstand and dismount.

The security lights cast uneven shadows along the perimeter, and as I approach the building, I hear voices. I grip the .35 at the small of my back and edge my way around the corner of the garage.

“I told you to back off and get the fuck away from me.” A female voice, low and angry.

I move closer, staying in the shadows. A large figure has someone cornered against the brick wall of the gym.

“C’mon, don’t play games with me. I know you want it.”

“I’m warning you for the last time, back off.”

“Fuck you, bitch. I saw you fighting today in those ass-baring shorts. You’re nothing but a dick-teasing slut, so don’t act all high and mighty just ‘cause you won a few fights.”

The female shadow against the wall shifts, pushes against her assailant, and in two swift moves, has the guy on his knees.

I move in closer, and as she drags the guy’s arm up his back at an unnatural angle, the light shines across her face. Maxine.

“Hey, c’mon, knock it off,” the guy whines. “I was only playin’.”

“The fuck you were.” Maxine twists harder, and the guy yells out.

“What the hell is going on?” I storm forward, and Maxine’s head jerks up.

I glare down at the guy on his knees, then drag him up by the collar of his t-shirt. “You wanna take me on instead of her?” I slam him into the wall, wedging my forearm against his windpipe. “Not so tough now, huh?”

“No, no, I was just?—”

“I don’t ever wanna see you on this property again, or I won’t be so nice the next time.” I step back and drive my size-fourteen boot into his balls. He shrieks, doubles over, then collapses into the dirt. “Now, get the fuck outta here.”

He crawls away, and I give him another kick in the ass for good measure, then I pull Maxine under the lights. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t be out here after the gym is closed.”

“I was handling it.”

I cock my head. “Nobody touches the girls at The Tropics or here at the fight club.”

“Again, I was handling it just fine, and I didn’t need your help.”

“What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying I would’ve been fine.” She puts some distance between us. “I didn’t need or want you coming in like my savior.”

A heat creeps up my spine. “You are one fuckin’ piece of work. I jump in and save your ass, and you can’t even say thanks.”

“First of all, you didn’t save me, but okay, fine. Thanks for inserting yourself where you weren’t needed.”

Maxine moves around me, and I grab her upper arm harder than necessary. “You are one ungrateful bitch. Do you have any idea how fast shit could’ve gone bad?”

“And you are one pain in my ass.” She yanks her arm out of my grasp. “Like I’ve already said, I was handling it, or did you miss the part where I had that moron on his knees?”

“You know, you don’t always have to be so tough.”

“Yeah, I do.”

We eye each other in some kind of weird-ass standoff. The thin material of her tank top shifted dangerously low in the scuffle, and her ragged breathing accentuates the swell of her breasts.

“No, you really don’t, ‘cause the Royal Bastards look out for the people who work for them. Kinda like you’re under our protection.”

She slams her fists on her hips and arches her back. “I don’t need protection from the Royal Bastards or you.”

“Well, you got it anyway.”

Her lips twist in a combination smirk/grin, and fuck me, but it’s sexy as hell. Even my dick agrees as it hardens to the point of pain.

She sidesteps around me, but when she opens her mouth with what would probably be another bitchy remark, I frame her head with my hands and smash my lips against hers. I hadn’t planned on doing it, but I can’t hold back. She doesn’t fight me off, so I angle my mouth, cornering her to the wall, laying my body flush against hers. I sneak my tongue between her lips, and my dick pulses harder.

Oh fuck, yeah, this was happening.

I deepen the kiss, and she sucks on my tongue, then clamps her teeth and bites down hard.

“Shit!” I jerk back and glare at her. “What the fuck?”

“Just wanted to see how tough you are? Also wanted to know how rough you like it.”

I bark out a laugh. “I can take anything you got.”

Our faces are only inches apart. “Prove it.”

Without another word, I dig my hand into her skimpy denim shorts, find her center and drive my middle finger deep. She writhes against my palm, and I dive in for another brutal kiss, angling my finger higher until she moans in my mouth.

Her nimble fingers tear at the tab and zipper of my jeans, and when her warm palm circles my cock, my knees shake. She strokes me, and, unbelievably, my cock gets harder. She keeps up the pace, but I need more, so I jerk away from her and rip down the zipper of her shorts.

I push away the denim and spin her around. “Brace your hands against the wall.”

She flattens her palms on the bricks and arches her back, practically shoving her beautiful ass in my face. Shit, I have to do it, so I lean in and bite those beautiful cheeks. She squeals, and I lave the skin with my tongue, sucking on her sweet flesh until I get my fill.

Leaning back, I grip her hips then notch my throbbing dick between her tight ass cheeks. Sweet fuckin’ relief, but it isn’t enough. My dick is more than ready, and it wants in.

Swear to fuck, I think my eyes crossed, but I have to stay focused and dig a wrap out of my pocket. I fumble with the denim hanging off my hips until I retrieve the foil packet.

She wiggles her hips in anticipation, and I almost drop the damn thing. My breathing catches in my throat, but I manage to rip the wrapper between my teeth. I pull back slightly, sheathe myself then dive back in. I angle her hips higher, and because of her magnificent, long legs, we fit perfectly. I hit into her so hard, the first time her feet rise off the ground, but that is only the beginning.

“Ohhhh, fuck, yeah.” I dig my fingers into her skin, knowing I’m leaving a mark, slamming her hard, then digging deeper. I want her to feel every inch of me now and for the rest of the fuckin’ week. Every time her shorts rub her clit, I want her to think of me and how I filled her up.

She turns her head and grins. “Harder, I want it harder.”

Fuck, most women tell me to slow down. I know my cock is big, but Maxine takes it all and wants more. Un-fuckin-believable—I finally met a woman who likes it as hard and rough as me.

I hike her hips higher, slap her perfect ass, then pound harder. The slapping of our skin amps me up as she rides my cock. Her fingers claw at the brick wall with every thrust as the muscles of her shoulders tighten and release. I never want this to end, but the sweet torture is building in my balls, and it won’t be long before I’ll be shooting my load.

I reach around her hips, and when I finger her clit, she moans.

“You almost there, babe?” I pant out, unable to breathe.

“Yes, yes, more please, harder.”

I rub her nub in a slow, deliberate rhythm until her hips jerk, and when I twist it between my thumb and forefinger, she yells out, pulsing against my swollen dick.

“Fuuuck.” I pull almost all the way out and slam back in, filling her with my cream.

The pulsing of our bodies makes me ride the wave longer. I brace my hands against the wall as her body shakes against me. Still nestled in her heat, I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her tight to me, our choppy gasps the only sound in the dark night.

My heart finally slows, and I ease out of her warmth. Missing the heat of her body, I keep her close, burying my face in her hair. I chuck the rubber into the alleyway and turn her toward me. Her flushed face shines under the halogen lights, her hair damp and tangled around her shoulders.

“You fuckin’ drained me dry, babe.” I lick my lips then press my forehead against hers, still trying to regain my strength. “I got nothing left.”

She burrows her head into my shoulder, and I suck in her sweet scent mixed with night air and sex.

“Fuckin’ amazing.” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Imagine what we’ll be able to get up to in my bed.”

“In your bed?”

“Yeah, the next time we do this, I want you sprawled out under me in my bed.”

She cocks her head and meets my eyes. “There won’t be a next time.”