Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I caught up with him seconds later, jumping on his back and curling my legs around his waist. “James!”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Cheyenne carrying a sleeping Janie into her house, and closing the door behind her. Sam watched the spectacle I was making, but didn’t comment.
Neither did Gabe, Elliott, Jack, or Max.
“Get off.” He demanded.
“No.” I snapped.
“Get. Off.”
“No.”
“Fine.” He snapped, and then mounted his bike.
Me being on his back, I had no choice but to follow.
Which is how I ended up riding like that on James’ bike, going excessively fast, and enjoying the absolute shit out of it. Once I realized he wasn’t going to stop, I let my feet relax from around his waist, placed them on the pegs, and held onto James as he accelerated out Free and onto the main road.
Four hours of riding, and one state later, James parked in front of a warehouse with what had to be fifty other bikes, as well as numerous cars parked in front of it. We’d passed the Louisiana border over two hours ago, and I had no clue where we were.
He swung his legs over the side, and then stalked off into the direction of the front door. When I realized he wasn’t even going to look back, I scrambled off the back of the bike and stumbled towards the door he’d disappeared into moments earlier. I stumbled because my ass was asleep from riding on the back of the bike for four hours, and don’t even get me started on the state of my bladder.
The door banged shut loudly behind me as I stepped through the door. Immediately my senses were assaulted. Smoke hung heavily in the air, and the sounds of fists meeting flesh drew my eyes to the middle of the room where a clearing that a crowd was gathered around.
Cheers went up as the sound of a heavy body hit the ground with a sickening thud.
I couldn’t see James in the mass of people, so I crept closer to the makeshift ring. All the while, my mind kept repeating, ‘The first rule is that you do not talk about fight club,’ which had me snickering.
My mind reeled. Was this place legal? What the hell would happen if there were a fire in here? Where would the massive amount of people go? Would I be trampled to death? Oh, my God, are those two people having sex?
Sure enough, they were. The woman looked a tad bit slutty with her blue jean skirt hiked up over her ass, and her red thong pushed to the side as she rode a leather bound bearded grizzly bear of a man’s tattooed cock.
The man saw me watching, and leered at me. “You can have a ride next.”
James showed up at my side after that comment and glared at the man. The man’s cock withered inside the woman at James’ psycho stare, and it took everything in me not to laugh at the woman’s growl of frustration.
James took me by the hand and led me over to some metal bleachers. “Sit.” He growled, and then left me again.
A man’s booming voice came over the loud speaker as I continued to survey my surroundings. “We’ve got a special treat for everyone tonight. Guess who’s here? No guesses? Well, then I’m proud to say that it’s the one and only Scope is in the house! He’ll be fighting Jumper!”
The crowd of three hundred roared. Which made me wonder who this Scope character was, and if Jumper was a regular.
I wasn’t in suspense long when out of the corner of the room, a man who could easily resemble a goddamn Mack Truck entered the ring. Followed shortly by a now shirtless James, with all his rippling, lickable muscles.
Then they started beating the absolute crap out of each other. Round after round. Punch after punch. For Jumper having at least a hundred pounds on James “The Scope” Allen, he sure didn’t act like it.
My eyes were glued to James as his muscles rippled and contorted with each punch, jab, and dodge. I noticed that they didn’t use their feet, which I thought was probably a good thing, much to the disappointment of the crowd.
I was sickly fascinated with the entire thing. Surprised, too.
Never would I have thought that James was into a thing like this. He seemed like such a ‘nice guy’ that it astonished me that he had all this bad underneath his good ‘ol boy exterior.
“Alright, boys. Two minutes left. If you don’t have a KO, then it’s a tie!” The announcer bellowed.
It did, indeed, end in a tie. Both men were pouring sweat, and billowing air like freight trains. James’ jeans were now soaked to at least mid-butt, all the way around, with sweat. Bruises were forming on his cheek, and he had a split lip that was seeping blood. He touched the cut with the tip of his tongue and winced.
Then the girls surrounded the two men as they shook hands as if they didn’t just try to beat the living crap out of each other. Which, in turn, signaled my desire to leave seeing as I didn’t want to have to scalp the bitch who was pawing the man I wanted with my next breath.
Thinking now would be a good time to find a bathroom, I got up from the hard metal bleachers to search. I found it down a dimly lit hallway back beside the bar. When I went to the bathroom, I failed to notice the cracked door I had to pass on the way. It wasn’t until I was done and walking back towards the bar that I heard a distinctly familiar voice that had my temper rising to the forefront.
Stepping just outside the door, I stopped and listened.
“Who’s the bitch?”
“Fuck you.”
“Why’s she got your boy?”
“She volunteered to watch over him for a few, while I got my business taken care of.”
“Seems to me like she’s more than that.”
“If she was more than that, she’d be getting more of me. Mainly consisting of my dick. Which she isn’t.”