Bruised by Roxy Wilson

Author:Roxy Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mma romance, fighter romance, badboy romance, bwwm romance, interracial romance
Publisher: Roxy Wilson
Published: 2021-03-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Riley

I don’t know how long we napped like that, but it didn’t matter. It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes. We were naked on top of the covers, but dried off so it must have been at least an hour.

Zahra was still asleep. I could tell because she snored. Not loud, and not what had woken me up. It was actually kind of cute; more like a cat purring, than a grown woman making noise with her nose and throat. I had to piss, but held it. I didn’t want to wake her, and didn’t want her to move from where she was.

I had some crazy thoughts, lying there like that. I imagined things like what if I got her a new pair of dancing slippers; would she dance for me a little? Would it make her want to take up ballet again? Probably not. It’s not like I would jump at the chance to drive a train. But I thought about how it might make her smile.

Most people had two smiles: real and fake. Zahra had a whole range of smiles, it seemed to me. One for when she thought something was funny, one for when something made her happy. One for when she was surprised, and one for when she was being polite. Now I knew she had one for when I made her feel good.

And holy mother of God; when I made Zahra feel good, I knew it. I could still almost feel myself inside her, held tight, her body pulling at mine, drawing me in when she came for me and squeezing me while she made the sound she made. Some women screamed. Zahra didn’t scream. She sang.

I turned my head to breathe her in. The smell of us was mixed together, but I could smell her most in her hair; still her, unmixed with me. On the breeze, I could still smell her on my lips, though. It would have been crazy to say I wasn’t looking forward to washing my face but, that wasn’t far off. I wanted to smell her, touch her, feel her, hear her voice, see that smile more. All the time. She was a drug I was still high on.

I’d only felt that once before and not with a woman. I felt it in the ring, after a fight. Adrenaline rush, and the adoration. Maybe I liked making people get loud; maybe that was what they had in common.

Or maybe in both cases, I felt like I was doing what I was meant to do. Fight hard, and make Zahra smile.

She stirred, and I went still. If she woke up, she might leave. She seemed like she wasn’t the type who would spend the night. Busy day tomorrow, I guessed.

No luck, though. She turned her head, and then smiled up at me. Another kind of smile. Maybe the best one so far—the smile for when she was happy to see me.

“Hey, beautiful,” I murmured into her hair, and then kissed her on the head.

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