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male laughter and curses ringing out. She made her way toward the voices.
    “Dude, she totally came on to me. I mean, I was all fucking sweaty and shit, just had a KO on Martinez, and she was all pushing me into the backroom, grinding her shit all over my cock, and well, what in the fuck was I supposed to do?” The closer she got, the clearer the conversation became, if one could even call boasting about getting a piece of ass that. If they weren’t talking about fighting they were talking about sex.
    “Man, she couldn’t have been as hot as the chick I fucked last night.” That was Taylor talking, and his cocky tone had her groaning in annoyance. They were all the same … men that only thought about getting laid. “Fuck, she was wet, too.” Sunny reached the end of the hallway and entered the room where the voices were coming from. A pool table was on one side of the room, a few couches, and even a mini bar stocked with liquor. Another flat screen TV hung from the wall, the volume muted, and a UFC fight playing. She immediately spotted Taylor, and let her eyes look at the other four guys. Jason, Mason, Matthew, and Nate all sat on the couch, and each of them had a girl on their laps, aside from Taylor. London had invited her, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
    “Man, I got this killer BJ—” Jason stopped talking when he spotted her, and it seemed everything became deathly quiet. Wow, talk about being a mood killer.
    “Hey, Sunny Bear.” Taylor grinned broadly and lifted his hand in a wave. “Glad you could make it, but London said he didn’t think you’d show.” He set her back down and ruffled her hair. He was only three years older than she was, but he acted as if she was this little kid. They all did in fact.
    “Really?” She knitted her brows in confusion. She was only a little over an hour late, and she had sent him a text saying she would be coming. Maybe he hadn’t gotten it? “Where is London anyway?”
    “Not sure. He headed down the hall with some chick…” He stopped talking and suddenly looked uncomfortable
    “Oh. Ok.” Her throat was suddenly dry, but she told herself that her reaction was unwarranted. London wasn’t hers, and being jealous about him having sex with some random girl was not her concern. She knew what type of guy he was, had overheard enough of the fighters talking to know they were all man-whores, but still, she had never been right in the thick of it, and that had a sour taste in her mouth. Maybe she should just leave, forget about coming out here because it really had been a bad idea? “I should just go.”
    Taylor opened his mouth to say something, but she turned, suddenly feeling so foolish and not really knowing why. But when she should have been able to walk right down the hall she slammed right into a very hard wall of what felt like steel. But the scent that invaded her nose told her this was very much a man she was pressed up again, and the one that she was currently trying to run from.

Chapter Four
     
    Sunny placed her hands on the chest in front of her, and slowly trailed her eyes up the stark white tee, which did nothing to hide the bulging muscles, and into London’s face. He regarded her silently with his blue eyes. His blond hair was a short and messy around his head, but it looked so damn good on him. “I’m sorry.” Why had she just said that? Shit, she needed to keep her damn mouth shut.
    The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Hey, Sunny.” And just hearing him say her name had her wet and aroused, and so damn frustrated.
    “London.” The whiney voice that came from behind him was familiar. Sunny dropped her hands from his chest and took a step back. He clenched his jaw and looked over his shoulder. “I thought we were going to go somewhere a little more private?” The brunette with the mountain breasts sidled up to him and ran her hand over his chest. Heat covered Sunny’s face. The girl she had left out on the porch, the one with the