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It’s like he is dead set on giving me so many firsts that I will forget my life before him.
While he remembers our first time together as a night he fucked up, I remember a night he sent me soaring. He might have taken my virginity on a kitchen counter, but in all fairness, I was too far gone to even care where we were as long as he didn’t stop.
It’s the no different now.
I want him just as much as I did then, if not more.
My head is spinning as he kisses me like I hold the air he needs to breathe, his fingers driving me to the point of insanity. He groans deeply as he licks into my mouth, the feel of his heavy weight on top of me a whole new bliss.
“Want you,” I moan against the kiss.
He breaks the kiss and drops his mouth to my neck, kissing a trail down my skin. My breathing grows labored when he draws closer to my aching nipples, and when his mouth closes hotly over a peaked bud, my sex clenches hard around his fingers as a small orgasm ripples through me. I cry out as he thrusts his fingers into me, drawing out the orgasm until my body is a trebling mess, but Rocky doesn’t seem to be done.
“Mine,” he growls as he licks at my nipples, the feel of his deep voice against my skin sends bliss rocking to my core. His mouth continues to travel down my body, his calloused fingers replacing his mouth on my breasts. Moisture floods my pussy as Rocky drags his tongue over my stomach. I moan when he shoves my legs apart to reveal my sodden folds, but he doesn’t give me a second to react as he leans down and drags his tongue through my valley, tasting my arousal. “Fuck, baby! Your pussy is a fucking drug!”
“Oh God!” I cry out as he licks my drenched sex like he didn’t spend last night doing this same thing and more. My back arches, and I start thrashing on the bed when his tongue grazes my clit, a scream tearing from my lips when his mouth closes around the aching bud. I sob when he pinches my nipples at the same time, tugging the hardened peaks so I’m skirting the line between pleasure and pain, and that sends me over the edge.
I climax harder than I ever have before, my vision whiting out as blinding pleasure shoots up my back. I grip Rocky’s dark hair and thrust hard against his face, riding the waves until my body stops shaking and I am breathless. I must pass out for a couple of seconds because I don’t recall Rocky climbing up my body, his lips kissing my neck before he draws me into his arms.
Sweet Jesus, I have no idea what just happened.
“Speechless, huh?” Rocky teases me even as he pushes his erection against my ass, though he makes no move to do anything else. Even so, I have no snarky response for him.
He’s managed to wipe all thought from my brain, and it takes me forever to find two or three brain cells to conjure a solid thought.
“I want to watch your fight tonight, please.”
“Sure,” he says, kissing my temple. “I will hire a bodyguard for you. I have a friend who runs a security company. I’ll get him to watch you during the fight.”
“Okay,” I whisper, burrowing into his arms. It’s a weekend, and although I have a lot of studying to do, I can’t think of a good enough reason to draw away from Rocky’s embrace. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave either as he rubs a hand down my back and slowly lulls me to sleep, and the last thought in my head as I drift off is . . .
I could spend an eternity lying in these arms.
Chapter Eight
Rocky
I expect a sense of nostalgia or something to hit when I step into the locker room, but I get nothing.
I glance around the empty room and realize that I don’t really feel anything anymore. None of the excitement I felt when I was only eighteen and received my first legal winnings check and I no longer had to do odd jobs that bordered on illegal just to survive in the trailer park. I could afford to live in a hostel. Although there were seven of us sharing the same room, it was progress for me.
A part of me is relieved my coach left me alone to have this moment by myself before I go out for my very last fight. Even from the locker room, I can hear the roars of the people filling the stands.
For the past ten years, I have dedicated my life to fighting, and for once, my heart is not pounding with excitement. There is excitement, but it’s not as pronounced as I expected it would be when I first announced my early retirement. Perhaps this is all the proof I need to assure me that I’ve made the right decision.
The roaring crowd in the arena, however, fuels my determination to leave the field with a bang. This is the last professional fight they will ever see me in, and it’s my gift to those who’ve been there for most of my career.
Someone walks in, but I don’t need to look up to know it’s my manager. Instead, I focus on wrapping my hands, visualizing the strategy I will use in the ring, and going through each move in my mind.
“Rocky, it’s not too late to take those deals from the sponsors. You are walking away from millions of dollars—”
He falls silent when I jump to my feet and stalk over to him. I back him against the wall, my frustration boiling over as I glare at him. My hands clench into a fist, but I fight the urge to lash out and punch him. I did promise Dawn that I would leave the matter alone.
It’s hard to keep that promise when I am looking to his beady little eyes, but I try despite the heavy tension in the air.
“Stay the fuck away from Dawn,” I warn him. “Our business ends tonight, and if you come anywhere near her again, you’ll have more to worry about than the fact that you’ve lost your biggest cash cow.”
The threat is clear, and he more than anyone else knows the damage I can do with my fists. I have never crossed boundaries with my power, but for Dawn, there is nothing I won’t do, and Mark must see it in my eyes because he nods once.
