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room. Once the door was shut behind her she leaned against it and closed her eyes. The sound of her heart beating fast and wild filled her ears like the sound of the ocean crashing on the shore. Moments later she heard the heavy sounds of Brock making his way down the hallway. Would he stop and knock on her door? Holding her breath as she heard his footsteps cease right on the other side of her bedroom door, she waited to see if he would make a move.   A second later he retreated to his room, and she was left feeling depressingly empty, and extremely sexually frustrated, but that was totally her fault.

Chapter Two
     
    Brock shut the door behind him and clenched his hands into fists. Shit, he had been right on the brink of pressing Izzy to the wall, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss, and shoving his hand down her pants. She had been drunk though, and no matter how much he wanted her he didn’t fuck drunk chicks. He knew she was wet, knew if he would have pressed her a little further she would have bent to him. But he wanted her to come to him, wanted her complete surrender, and there was no doubt he would get it. The only problem was when would she come to him willingly?
    His cock was annoyingly hard, but it had been for the past six months. All she had to do was walk by and the fucker came to attention. Easing his arousal with random females did nothing but make his desire for her worse, and fighting never fully helped ease the frenzied energy always coursing through him. He wanted Izzy Castle, and soon he’d have her. That wasn’t even a question. When her brother Lane, a guy he had met at a few of the fights he had been involved in, and a mutual friend of the guys he hung out with, had told him his little sister had a room for rent, Brock had been all over that. He had come to Absinthe, Ohio with another fighter, London, knowing that the town wasn’t only named after the illegal alcohol, but also known around the country for their illegal fighting circuit.   He now trained with the Harlond McGrieve, a guy that used to fight professionally back in the day, and was an expert in everything MMA. So now here he was, staying with Lane’s little sister, and a walking hard-on ever since. Of course he hadn’t thought living with Lane’s sister would be a problem, but fuck had he been wrong. Lane was a lean guy that had his nose in a book during his free time. In fact, for as straitlaced as Lane was, he was surprised he had seen him at an underground fight at all. Izzy was the total opposite of her brother, with dark red hair instead of blond and blue eyes instead of Lane’s brown. She drove Brock crazy. He wasn’t all about the stick thin females with the fake tits, although that was usually what he went for. It seemed better to be with women that he wouldn’t ever have gone for if he was looking for something meaningful. Besides, the females he was with only wanted sex, same as he did. Izzy was all woman with her big real breasts, thighs made to wrap around a man’s waist, and a rounded belly. He had always had a thing for bigger girls, and redheads to boot. She was his ideal girl, but for the longest time he had classified her as unattainable because she was his friend’s sister and his roommate. Getting with that would have just opened a bunch of problems for him in the end.
    But with each passing month he had shoved his “rules” about not being able to have her to the side, said fuck it, and started letting himself enjoy the sight of her, and the idea of getting between her thighs. He had never been a guy that wanted more than one night with a girl, but Izzy was different, and he could actually see having so much more with her. Yeah, it was a fucked-up situation, and he made it even more so because he could be a bastard at times. She was a female he should probably stay away from, because having these feelings for her was new and unusual, but dammit he didn’t fucking care anymore. At thirty years old he was