You ever wonder if the brothers look at the calendar and think, it's Thursday, we should have a party. – CamilleMolly was the one driving them home, and Taz was grateful. The doctor at the fight had treated her injuries and told her to check in with her regular doctor. She had agreed and wondered what his opinion would be if he knew that her regular doctor was now a retired special forces medic who was a physician’s assistant. When Doc wasn’t available, she went to Dom, a dominatrix. And rumored assassin.She had a severe aversion to doctors. An even larger one to hospitals. Too much of her childhood had been spent in one.Tonight’s fight was her first real win. No title or belt. But a real win. Not by points or disqualification, as her previous wins had been. This one was by a KO. She was sore. Bruised. Tender. Excited. Thrilled. Tired.Riffraff woke up Taz as she slept on his shoulder when the SUV pulled to a stop at the gate to the compound. Slowly she sat up and stretched. Then s
Scrapper, what goes on between them is none of your fucking business. Piss off. – Spider“Are you going to join me?”“Only if you want me to.” Riffraff answered. Biting her lip, Taz contemplated. It was tempting. But she was not sure if she was ready for that yet. If they were in the shower together, she was pretty sure that she knew where it would lead to. “I said no sex until I won. I didn’t win on points tonight. I won.”“You did.” He agreed. “How about a compromise?”“You compromise on sex?”“I compromise on a lot of things. I was raised in a house full of women. I know when to admit defeat.”“Are you admitting defeat?”“You let me taste you, and I’ll call it a win.” He said softly as he undid her belt and jeans. They were pushed down to her knees before he effortlessly lifted her onto the bathroom counter. Kneeling before her, he removed her boots and then her jeans the rest of the way. Movement caused him to look up and see her pulling off her shirt.Standing between her legs
Candy corn should be renamed. Real vegetables aren’t that gross. – RiffraffIt was mid October and the compound was already decorated for Halloween. They always went all out for the holidays. But Halloween was one of the best. It was no longer scorching hot. Nor was it cold. The gates to the compound were open and the guys that were outside working on their rides noticed a Corvette pull in. They appreciated the car and were going back to their own tasks as it parked. A low wolf whistle got their attention and they turned back to the car to see a petite brunette getting out.Stylish sunglasses covered her face hiding her eyes. Her lips were full, cheekbones high and a cute little nose. Although the face was nice to look at, it was the body that had their attention. Full breasts, trim waist and wide hips emphasized a round ass and plump thighs. She might be short, but the cut off shorts and garter tattoo were showing off exactly how long her legs were. The heeled espadrilles sandals em
Pregnant. That’s what you should be for Halloween. – Michaela to MollyHalloween was a break from training. And just about everything else. A fall carnival had been set up on the empty land across from the compound. It had been started back in the nineties and had grown since then. Now they even had a carnival with rides that would come out, including the petting zoo, clowns and games. Price of admission? One new unwrapped toy or two nonperishable food items. Big bad ass bikers ran a local food bank. And were sponsors of the Toys for Tots and Angel Tree programs. The old ladies convinced the club to take over the local animal rescue. Some of the men complained that it would make them look weak. But they were young. They didn’t remember when so many of them died for no reason other than being Saints. There were some parts that the women didn’t have anything to do with. Or even know about. They all joked about where the bodies were hidden. Very few of the women knew about the pig far
Ding dong. Bellator calling. – ToadTaz looked at her phone and the unknown number. There had been lots of them lately, and not all were robocalls concerned about her car’s extended warranty. Some had been from companies that Priscilla had reached out to. And one was even from a reporter. She had never given an interview before. But, with Brute and Knuckles beside her, she sat down and gave her first press interview. “Hello?” she answered after pulling on one of Riffraff’s shirts. “Miss Jasmine Olson?” came an unfamiliar feminine voice. “This is she.” Closing the door to Riffraff's room behind her, she headed to the stairs in her sweats, t-shirt and crocs. She had not expected to like the weird shoes as much as she did. “Miss Olson, my name is Tabatha Smith, and I’m with Bellator.” Taz stumbled slightly on the stairs but caught herself on the railing. Two brothers also reached out to steady her.“You okay?” the bald one asked quietly. Smiling she nodded and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ H
Law? That shit is simple. Love? That’s what makes life complicated. And completely awesome. – CeltThe meeting at the law office took longer than Taz had expected. And it did not go how she had anticipated. She certainly did not expect to walk into a large office and find a Saint making out with one of the girls from her gym. Mia climbed off his lap and then gave him a little peck on his lips. “You going home?” Celt asked the woman, holding onto her hand. “Bear and Laura are there. She’s picking up the twins. I thought that I would go upstairs.” She gave him a smile. “You hungry? I thought I might make dinner here tonight.”“I’m hungry. But not for food.” He admitted with a knowing smile. “Order a pizza.”Mia turned her attention to Taz. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”“No. Bellator sent-"Mia squealed and threw her arms around Taz. “Congratulations!”“Thanks.” Taz said giving her a little squeeze. “How excited is Kevin?” Taz paled at the question. “You haven’t told him?”“No.”
Every man should have a little girl look at him as if he hung the moon at least once in his life. – RiffraffRiffraff looked at the number on his phone and smiled. Stepping out of the clubhouse he answered the call. “Hey, Angel.”“Hi daddy.” Came from the other end of the line. He had told Taz that he had a daughter. Her name was Angel. She was the light of his world. What he couldn’t seem to tell his 23-year-old girlfriend, was that his daughter was 22.He was too old for her. Every time he talked to Angel, he thought about it again. He was too old for her. But damn, she felt so right snuggled up next to him. And when he held her at night, her body fit perfectly to his. She had sass and a spark in her. There was a drive in her that he admired. “Dad, you zoned out on me.” Angel laughed from her end of the phone. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”He gave a little laugh of his own. “Yes, I was.”“Now I really do wish that I could come home for Christmas. I really want to
MMA fights are literally two women fighting over an accessory that matches no outfit. – PriscillaToad left his office and headed for the gym. Celt had just called him with the date of Taz's first fight. Mid January. At the state capital. Just under two months for her to train. She would not be the main event, but it was her first fight with Bellator. He leaned against the apron of the ring and rested his arms on the bottom rope. After a moment, Kevin called a break and they both went for water bottles in the corners. “Got any plans in January?” After taking a drink, Taz shook her head. “No. Nothing until March.”“So, you are okay with me signing you up for a fight?” Toad asked with a grin.“I have a fight?” she asked excitedly. “You have a fight.” Came the confirmation with a giant smile. Kevin hugged her in congratulations. “Let’s go ahead and call it a day. Go tell Riff.”“Thanks!” she said rolling out of the ring. “Shower!” Kevin called as she disappeared down the hall. Smili