Free Doomsday Love: An MMA & Second Chance Romance by Shanora Williams

protect her.
    I hated her questions, her staring, and her weird looks, but I wanted to fuck the shit out of her?
    I didn’t like much about her, but it was hard not to wonder why she’d always been so nice to me. Why even in the fifth grade, she defended me, when she hardly even knew me.
    And now, she’d blossomed just enough. Perfect sized tits, a great ass, and hair long enough to pull if I wanted to fuck her doggy-style.
    Fuck.
    I rubbed my face as we stepped into the kitchen. I had to get that kind of idea out of my head. I didn’t need a girl like her in my life.
    She wouldn’t understand my lifestyle.
    She wouldn’t fit.
    She wouldn’t like what I had to do in order to survive.
    Meeting at the counter, Jenny finally released my hand and walked to the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a bottle of water. I laughed as she dangled it in the air, walking towards me with a funny grin.
    “Here’s your water, sir.” She handed it to me and I gratefully accepted it.
    “Thanks.”
    I found an empty spot against the pale yellow wall and pressed my back against it. She stepped to my side, leaning with me and folding her arms. For a while, it was silent between us.
    We watched a few people play beer pong at the dining table, while others raced to finish their cups of alcohol, gasping for air like fools once their cups were empty, and then going for refills.
    There seemed to be an oversupply of beer. “Who got all this beer for your friend?”
    “Oh.” She looked around. “Some people brought their own. But that douche that you guys just tried to pummel—” she pointed back, as if he were still around “—he got the keg for her. She had to resort to asking him since her brother wasn’t able to.”
    “College kid?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Figures.” I opened the water. “Thinks he’s a big shot hanging with fucking high schoolers.”
    Jenny laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Right! I’ve told Kylie he kind of freaks me out, but she was happy with him so I only mentioned it once.”
    I smirked and then spotted Otto walking into the kitchen with his arm slung over a blonde’s shoulder. It wasn’t the same girl he was just murmuring to when we first got here.
    I shook my head, and moments later he looked up, right at me and Jenny. A slow, sneaky smile snaked across his lips. “Oh, fuck.”
    “What?” Jenny whipped her head to look at Otto, who was now coming in our direction. His smile was sly, his eyes going into that recognizable mischievous squint. The blonde trailed behind him, and when he got close enough, he stepped right up to Jenny, looked down at her, and grinned.
    “So you’re the lucky girl,” he said in sarcastic awe.
    “Stop,” I grumbled. Fucker . I wasn’t up for his games. Not tonight.
    “What? I just want to introduce myself.” He twisted his baseball cap around, the bill of the hat now behind him. “If you don’t already know, I’m Otto Davenport and of course, I’m hotter than this lover boy here.” He pointed a thumb at me, but kept his eyes on her. “And my twin.”
    “You have a twin?” the blonde asked.
    Otto frowned down at her, taking a step away. “You don’t fucking listen do you? That was the second fact I told you.”
    “Sorry,” she chortled, pushing into his side. “I wasn’t listening.”
    “No?” He raised both eyebrows. “Well, listen to this…” Otto faced her and I shook my head, trying hard not to laugh.
    I already knew what card he was about to pull. He was an attention whore. He hated repeating himself. He figured if a girl were really into him, she’d remember everything he said. He had some serious issues when it came to females.
    Leaning forward with his lips to her ear, he quietly murmured, “You should get lost. My dick craves attention and if you can’t remember something as simple as me having a twin, I’m sure you don’t remember me telling you exactly how I like my dick being sucked. You remember?”
    The blonde’s face