Crash: A Bad Boy MMA Romance Read Free

in from the ocean and we were still wearing our bikinis. The others were wearing light cover-ups. I had on a sarong around my waist, leaving my top totally exposed to his lecherous gaze. Why hadn’t I changed?
    Everyone grabbed for the drinks. Not wanting to be outdone, I grabbed one and threw it back as quickly as the rest of them. I’d already had two glasses of margarita by then and the shots were going straight to my head. After a long day in the sun, I was coming up on one hell of a buzz.
    Most of the time, my competitive streak was fulfilled by dominating my class in medical school. Here, in a bar in Brazil, I was out of my element. What made me a great student also made me a terrible drinker. Crash’s muscled arm casually slung over the back of the chair, and he gave us all that brilliant smile. There was a gash above his eye, and I wondered how he’d gotten it.
    “So, what brings you girls to Brazil?”
    “We’re on vacation between medical school and residency,” Ava said.
    “Doctors. What a coincidence.”
    “How is that a coincidence?” I asked.
    “I need a doctor’s touch,” he said, pointing to his gash. I rolled my eyes.
    “I need to go to the ladies,” I muttered to Ava. She stood up beside me as I plodded to the bathroom. Once we were inside, she started in on me.
    “That guy is totally into you right now. Why are you blowing him off?”
    I blew past her into a stall and dropped my bikini bottom to pee. As I sat there, I thought about how painful it had been to get out of my relationship with Jeremy. We’d been together for three years. But when he started talking about marriage and how our life was going to be, I had to back out. He had it all planned out, and nothing was up for debate or discussion. When I emerged from the stall, she stared at me expectantly.
    “I just can’t,” I said, washing my hands.
    “Why? You need to get over that ex of yours, girl. You know what they say. The best way to get over a dick is to get under a new one.”
    “Who says that?” I asked, inspecting the braids I’d had put in my hair for the trip. I usually had my kinky black hair professionally straightened but went with cornrows for the trip to Brazil. I’d even had little beads put on the ends like the locals.
    “Everyone,” she said dramatically.
    “I can’t get with that guy. He’s a total player.”
    “That’s exactly what you need right now,” Ava said, tossing her wavy blond hair. 
    I pursed my lips at her and dried my hands. Maybe she had a point. That didn’t mean I was ready to fuck some rando. I’d never had a one-night stand in my life, and I wasn’t going start now.
    “I came here to relax. Not get an STD.”
    I brushed past her and moved into the bar. When I came back to the table, Crash was sitting in my chair. My mouth dropped in shock as Ava slid into the one other chair at the table.
    “What happened to the fourth chair?” I asked.
    “Another table needed it,” Mia said. She was in on this BS, too. The other girls had boyfriends back home. They weren’t going to cheat on this vacation. But that wouldn’t keep them from trying to hook me up with this tattooed player.
    He patted his lap. His muscled thighs showed under the board shorts he wore. “You can sit here,” he said. The bulge in his lap made my eyes widen even further. I took a step backward but he caught my wrist and pulled me into his lap.
    The smell of his skin and cologne hit me, and I was instantly transported into sex land. Great. His hard muscled thighs under my ass and his arms around me dug me a little deeper into the place I so did not want to go. Or did I?
    He grasped me around the waist and didn’t let me go when I tried to pull away. His hand ran up my thigh, sending a hot surge down my spine, right into my core.
    My entire body became electrified. I hadn’t felt this turned on in years. Those blue eyes shined at me and his smile told me he thought this was great fun, rather than straight up