"Here comes your boy," the bartender said.

She had heard the door behind her but she hadn't turned around yet.

"He's not my boy," she said and turned to see Roman walk towards her.

He was alone this time. He smiled as he reached her and stood next to her.

"I was hoping you'd be here," he said.
"Were you now?" She asked and emptied her drink.

He eyed her up and down. For once she wasn't wearing leather pants. She was wearing a short black dress. It was simple but she looked damn good in it. She had worn it on purpose, hoping he'd come back to the bar tonight.

"You look great," he said and licked his lips.

She smiled and pushed the empty glass towards the bartender.

"One more. And a beer for him," she said.

A beer and a new cinnamon whiskey were placed in front of them.

"Where are your boys tonight?" She asked.
"I don't know. At home, I guess," he answered.
"What made you come here alone?" She asked.
"Didn't feel like sharing you," he answered and winked at her.

He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. She shivered. He smiled at her reaction. He placed his hand on her back, leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I'm ready for round two if you are."

He slowly moved his hand down to touch her ass. She bit her lip. She quickly emptied her drink, looked at him and nodded. He smiled and grabbed her hand. They walked to his house again. She took off her boots while he was looking at her.

"You look so good in a dress," he said as he slowly walked towards her.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. He pulled up her dress a bit so he could touch her ass. He dug his nails into her buttocks, making her let out a little moan. Again he led her backwards into the bedroom while kissing her and touching her.

This time she was a bit more aggresive. She pushed him up against the wall and pulled his shirt off. She kissed and licked him down his stomach and went to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him as she opened his pants. She could see he was enjoying it. She pulled down his pants and boxers. She grabbed his dick and took him in her mouth. She sucked him up and down while constantly keeping eye contact with him. She loved seeing how she turned him on.

She got to her feet again and stepped away from him. She took off her dress. She turned around so she had her back against him. He reached forward and unhooked her bra. He pulled it down her shoulders while he was kissing them. She turned around again. He grabbed her waist and swung her around so she was against the wall. He pulled down her panties. He leaned in and bit her neck while placing his hand between her legs. She was already wet. He pushed in two fingers and started moving them in and out. She was moaning. He bit her earlobe and whispered in her ear.

"You like that?"
"Yes, god, yes," she whimpered.

He kept fingering her and bit down on her neck again. He felt her muscles squeeze his fingers as she came. He smiled at her as he pulled out his fingers, putting them to his lips and licking them clean.

He grabbed her waist and lifted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him. He lowered her onto his dick and started moving slowly. She was moaning right away. Little by little he increased the pace. He slowly walked backwards till he reached the bed, sat down with her still on him and she started riding him. She couldn't get enough of him. She was moving fast up and down, loving the feeling of him inside her.

With a swift move he turned them around so she was lying on her back with him on top of her. He started thrusting into her hard, making her feel every inch of him as he hit deep inside her. She couldn't hold back. She screamed out her orgasm while he kept thrusting into her as deep and hard as he could. She pressed her nails into his shoulders as he came with a roar. He collapsed on top of her. They were trying to catch their breaths. He licked her earlobe and whispered.

"That was good, Callie."

The sound of her name made her stiffen. How did he know? He looked at her and smiled.

"Get of me," she just said.

He rolled off her. She went to stand up but he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't be mad about it," he said.
"How did you find out?" She asked.
"Chris was sure he knew you so he couldn't let it go. He finally remembered he had seen you fight years ago and he remembered your name and googled you. He sent me a lot of articles about you," he said.
"He shouldn't have," she sneered.
"You were a great kickboxer. You were undefeated. And from day to day, you more or less just vanished from the face of the earth and never fought again. Why?" He asked.
"My uncle died. I lost my parents when I was very young and he took me in. He taught me to fight. He taught me to turn my rage and my sadness into kickboxing. When he died, I didn't wanna fight anymore," she said, still feeling sad about the memory.

He pulled her back down in bed and wrapped his arms around her.

"But you're still fighting. Not like you used to but in bars. It makes sense now why you're so good at it," he said.
"I know. No one gets to bullshit me around," she said.

He laughed a little.

"I noticed that," he said.

She turned to face him.

"Okay, no more doll then. Hi, I'm Callie. Nice to meet you, Roman," she said and gave him a little smile.

He kissed her nose.

"You wanna stay tonight?" He asked.

She thought about it.

"Can you guarantee another round before the night is over?" She asked while giving him a dirty look.
"As many rounds as you want," he said.
"And tomorrow?" She asked.
"We'll have an awkward morning and we'll get through it. I don't know where this thing will go but I wanna find out. So let's try an awkward morning and breakfast and see if we still wanna see each other after that," he answered and kissed her.