Chapter 24: Tailgate
MMA fights are literally two women fighting over an accessory that matches no outfit. – Priscilla
Toad 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. Smiling she ran up the stairs taking off her sparing gloves. She tosse gloves on her bed as she walked towards her closet. Her room now held training equipment and clothes. Her regular clothes v over across the hall. She quickly stripped off her workout clothes and tossed them in the hamper.
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Quickly she took a shower and wrapped a towel around her before going across the hall to get dressed. Jeans, one of Riffraff’s t- shirts, mismatched socks and boots. She knew that nothing underneath would excite him. And she was desperate to drive him a little crazy.
Every so often, she felt that he was trying to pull away, to end the relationship between them. End it before it really got started. But then, he would look at her, caress her cheek, pull her closer, sigh in contentment or hold her close in his sleep, and she knew that he would not end it. Anything that she could do to keep him, she would.
If she truly thought that he wanted to end the relationship, she would not only move out of his room, but find one further away from him. Maybe even move out of the clubhouse. But whatever was holding him back, she would figure it out. And get rid of it. Or at least convince him that the age difference didn’t bother her.
Leaving her wet hair hanging loose, she grabbed her leather jacket and headed out. It didn’t take long for her to pull the pickup into the shop parking lot. Pulling around to the back lot, she parked by the row of motorcycles. She made her way over to the side door to the automotive shop.
“What can we do for you?” Dutch asked as she came through the door, not even looking up from the computer. He wore the company overalls with Wilson Automotive written on the back. His dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that hung just below the collar. His short scruffy beard indicated that he had not been by the clubhouse for a few days. He typically shaved every morning before even stepping out of his room. He finally turned to her with a smile that reached his honey–colored eyes. “Hey, Taz. You need Riff?”
“Please.” She answered, ignoring the few customers that were waiting on their cars.
Nodding his head, Dutch paged for Riff. A few minutes later, Riffraff was coming through the door, drying his recently washed hands with paper towels..
“Hey, beautiful.” He said giving her a quick kiss across the counter.
“You never talk to me like that.” Dutch said acting upset. Before he could react, Riffraff grabbed him and placed a loud snacking kiss
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on his cheek.
“What’s up, cutie pie?” Riffraff asked before walking around the corner and guiding Taz outside.
“See?” Dutch laughed. “That wasn’t so difficult!”
Taz was laughing as they walked through the door. “Are you going to catch hell for that?”
“Probably not. One of the guys offered to give him a blow job the other day.” He guided them to her truck.
“Why?”
“He didn’t like one of the cars that was in his bay. More specifically, the bitch owner.” Leaning against the tailgate, he pushed her hair behind her ears. Keeping his hands in her hair, he pulled her in for a proper kiss hello. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed against hìm.
Keeping his lips against hers, he observed, “You’re not wearing a bra One hand slid down to caress her under the jacket. “You are tempting me. You know that, right?”
“You keep telling me that.” She said moving her head to give him better access to her neck. “Riff.”
“Hmm….” His other hand moved down to her ass and pulled her to him. “Woman.” He growled. “There’s only so much will power in
me.”
“I have a fight with Bellator.”
He pulled back and looked at her. “When?”
“January.” She answered softly as she tried to focus her eyes on him. They were heavy with desire and she could not keep them completely open. “At the state capital.”
He pulled her against him and pushed his hard length against her. “You’ll win.”
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