Free A Fighter's Choice by Sam Crescent Page A

You’d like
Brooke. She’s nice. I like her.” She tucked some hair behind her ear. “It’s not
a bad place to work. You should believe me when I say there are worse places to
be.”
    “You didn’t answer my question.” He reached out,
grabbing her arm and drawing her close. She took a step closer toward him.
    “What about you? Would you want me at one of your
fights?”
    Jasper didn’t like the tightening in his gut. “We’re
not talking about me.”
    She placed her palm on his chest. “See, you wouldn’t
like me at one of your fights because it’s dangerous. Please, don’t make this
about anything more than it has to be.” She jerked up and pressed her lips to
his. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
    He nodded, no longer wanting to argue with her.
    Someone called her name interrupting their moment.
    “I’ve got to go. Try not to get in trouble or hurt
yourself.”
    Against his wishes, he let her go and watched her walk
all the way to the back of the club. A woman with long blonde hair was waiting
for her. He didn’t recognize the woman, but he got the feeling this was Brooke.
    Running fingers through his hair, he waited until the
door closed behind her before moving away. He made his way toward the sex shop
he knew was reputable. Amber may not want him to see her within the strip club,
but once he got her home tonight, he was going to prepare that ass for his own
pleasure.
    ****
    “Who was the hot guy?” Brooke asked, taking her bag
from her.
    “That’s Jasper, the fighter I was telling you about.” Amber
followed her friend through to the lounge Harold had set up at Brooke’s
insistence.
    “What? How did you get from being hot to getting hot
together?”
    Amber chuckled. “I fixed up his wounds, and before I
knew what was happening, he was hitting on me. Believe me, he’s as damn hot in the bedroom as he is in life.” She shivered remembering the
feel of his cock sliding inside her. How was she going to last the night simply
thinking about him being inside her? He was a deadly combination of heat and
lust.
    “Wow, honey, you’re lucky.”
    “Stop complimenting other men, baby. I’m right here,
and I keep you more than satisfied.” Harold walked into the room, going to his
wife. Amber watched him wrap his arm around her waist, and slam his lips down
on Brooke’s. Yep, there was no mistaking the lust shining in his eyes. He may
like men looking at his woman, but he didn’t like her thinking about other men.
    “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Harold. I know who
I want, and you’re it.” Brooke stroked his cheek. “Even with your weird need to
watch me strip.”
    Amber disappeared from the room. If she knew Harold
and Brooke well enough, they’d be fucking within five minutes. There was no
avoiding them. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she walked behind the
bar. The club played slow music as Cassie danced to the tune, slowly and
seductively.
    She saw David behind the bar, watching the dance.
There were not many people within the club, but in the next few hours that
would all change.
    “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey. Where’s Harold?” When she gave David a pointed
look, he smirked. “Figures. He’s a randy old dog.”
    Taking the glasses down from the shelf, she started to
wipe them out and display them on the counter ready for orders.
    “I think it’s sweet. He’s completely in love with
her.”
    “Are you turning into one of those saps who believe in
love and shit?”
    David was one of those guys she was happy to talk with
in work, but she’d never meet him out of work. He was nice enough but a little
too cynical for her. According to some of the dancers, he was a breaker of
hearts and kept to himself.
    “Nope, not love but certainly lust.”
    She reached up to grab one of menus they kept for
mixing drinks, and she heard David whistle. “You’ve met someone.”
    Looking over at him, she frowned.
    “You’ve got a hickey on your neck.” He pointed to his
neck. She