And if I did want more would I be able to settle for never having it?
“I think I should probably walk you to your car,” I said after another good twenty minutes of talking. It was getting close to the restaurant’s close time and I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.
“Alright. Thank you for this dinner. It was nice. Like, really nice.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
I stood, placing a hundred on the table as an apology for camping to the waitress, then offered my arm to Amber. While she was plenty muscled herself, tall and Amazonian, I still took pleasure in how much smaller her arms looked when they wrapped around mine.
It really seemed like she was made for me. Strong and bountiful in all the right ways, but still feeding into the ego that I tried not to pay too much attention to. I tucked those thoughts away though, as I realized that I needed to think about some things before I kept going with this maybe friends with benefits thing we had going on between us.
But as we walked out into the crisp, cool night, she just hugged closer to my body. “I don’t want this to end. It’s been so long since I just slowed down and relaxed.”
“Since the wedding?” I asked with a crooked smile.
“I wish. There wasn’t exactly a whole lot of relaxing done that weekend.”
I grimaced. “Sorry about that.”
But she just shrugged, and I could feel her soft form shift against me as she shrugged. “Hey, it takes two to tango. No need to apologize. Besides, I recall enjoying the first part very much.”
For someone who prided herself of being snarky, she sure knew how to stoke my pride. “Oh, did you now?”
“Uh, I thought that much would have been obvious.”
“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hear it.”
“Point taken.” She grew quiet again as we walked across the lot and around the back. I realized that she hadn’t told me where she had parked, and I was just leading her towards my car on instinct. When I said as much, she just chuckled before a very particular look crossed her face.
“You know what? I don’t think I’ve ever seen your car up close. Is it that big, blue hummer that I saw on set?”
I nodded. “I like having leg and elbow room. But it’s nothing too impressive.”
“Nah, I bet it is. Why don’t you show me it?”
“Really? You want to see my car?”
“Yeah. I’ve never seen one up close. Consider me curious.”
I was a bit confused. From what I knew about Amber, she couldn’t care less about cars. But if she wanted to see the thing, I would give her whatever she wanted.
“Alright, this way then.”
I led her to the very back corner of the lot, by a line of thick trees and bushes. I usually tried to park as far away from buildings as possible, so no superfans would spot my vehicle and get creative. I hadn’t had any horrifying experience yet, but my agent and other fighters had been sure to inform me of all the dangers that came along with being a popular MMA fighter. From groupies, to mega-fans to people who hated me for going up against someone else. I wasn’t looking forward to that part, so I figured I might as well build good habits while I could.
We reached my car and Amber walked around it, as if she was looking for something in particular. I just watched her, a bit mystified, until she reached the back-passenger door and pulled it open.
“Huh, there’s lots of room back here.”
“Yeah, I’ve passed out a couple times there after a really intense day at the gym.”
“I’ll bet.” She clambered in a little and I tried not to stare at her perfect, heart shaped ass as she got settled. After a moment, she turned around to face me, seated with her legs dangling outside of the car.
“But what’s this?” she asked, pointing to something I couldn’t see.
“What’s what?”
“This?”
I stepped closer and leaned in, curious to what I was talking about. The next thing I knew, her hands wrapped around my collar and she was yanking me forwards.
I didn’t fight her, letting her haul me inwards until her lips crashed into mine.
“Come on, big guy,” she said, her eyes shining when we parted. “Let’s see just how much elbow room there is.”
Amber
Mickey’s weight felt so good against me, heavy and sturdy and assuring. I knew that I couldn’t actually force him into the vehicle if he didn’t want me too, but he played along just like I had hoped he would.
I certainly hadn’t been planning on whatever the hell that I was doing, but how could I resist? The way that he had been staring at me all meal, flitting between looking like he wanted to devour me, and shining with comforting familiarity that had grown far too foreign to me in the past few years, had built up a tension in my middle until I was practically aching for him.