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“God, you’re perfect,” I praised between clenched teeth as I fought against the tide rising within me.
The heat in my belly coiled tighter and tighter.
My grip on her hair tightened reflexively as wave after wave crashed over me, my body shuddering with each pulse as I spilled myself into her.
She pulled away and wiped at the corners of her mouth with a smirk. “You like that?”
My breath was heavy, my heart pounding an erratic rhythm against my ribcage. I looked down at her, her smirk, that knowing glint in her eyes—it was all perfect. The smirk wasn’t just confidence; it was a challenge, a silent acknowledgment of the power she wielded even in submission.
The girl could give a blowjob, and she damn well knew it.
And just like that, I wasn’t sure if she’d gained the upper hand.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached out to run a finger up and down my balls, tracing through the thin layer of sweat that had formed. The touch sent another jolt through me, a whisper of what more could come.
“There’s more where that came from,” came her sultry promise, “but we have work to do to get ready for tomorrow.”
Chapter 17
Bones
My heart pounded as I sat in the locker room, waiting for my very first fight of the start of my new career to begin. This made all my recent decisions so much scarier, much more real, and the full force of my new life was beginning to affect me.
Training was one thing. It had been hard enough to win the other fighters over—which I’d succeeded at somewhat—but I was acutely aware that winning the respect of the underground fighting world, as a whole, was going to be something else.
Sitting with wrapped hands, taking a moment to steady my nerves, and fully accepting that I was about to head back into the limelight, and all that came with that was about the same feeling as a punch to the gut.
I was not only scared about going into this for me. Although I was really not looking forward to the idea of even more negative publicity, I worried what that negativity would do to others who didn’t deserve it. I was also scared for my dad and his health. He had been thrilled for me, over the moon that I would return to the sport that had always made me so happy, especially when he saw how serious I was about my comeback. But I was afraid about having to leave him alone. He’d been okay so far. We’d been introducing the help of home healthcare nurses, and all had been fine, but Lotto and I were still around. It wasn’t always going to be that way if I started to win, and promoters wanted me again.
“Okay, Bones,” Frankie said firmly as he reentered the room with my full training and fight team following. “I’ve been thinking about it. Because of the way social media has built this fight, and because of how we are trying to move forward and not look back, I already decided we need to do zero interviews before the fight. And depending how the fight goes, maybe none after.”
I wanted to jump up and yell in anger at this one. What the hell was Frankie thinking? Interviews were part of the gig. It was part of fucking with the opponent’s head before the fight and gloating after the win. If I didn’t show my face before, I could come off as scared. And if I didn’t show my face after the win, how would my future opponents learn to fear me? Fuck that.
But as I glanced at Lotto, he nodded with Frankie as if he completely agreed with him.
I didn’t really know what to do at the moment. When I used to fight, I could make suggestions, and I was always listened to. But unfortunately, I lost that right when I fucked up. I gained the sense that if I started running my mouth off now, I’d end up isolating myself and proving the rumors that I was difficult were true. I was on probation every single day. Frankie had kicked my ass in training far more than he would do anyone else. The only reason I didn’t complain was that I needed it. I wasn’t afraid of hard work, and I would earn my place back in the cage.
With that, I forced down all my own opinions and continued to listen intently, quickly realizing that the more Frankie talked, the more he pissed me off. I’d heard whispers that the last top fighter for Smiley’s had left because of Frankie’s captaincy style, but I was doing my best not to let that affect me. I had much more to lose than anyone else. This was my only shot. If I had to get along with people I didn’t like and keep my opinions to myself, then so be it.
