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Like a big cat, Daire moved with stealth and precision. Each step he took was calculated, every decision thought through, as he began to drive his opponent around the circle until Gunner was facing me and I was no longer a distraction for him.
He’d done it on purpose, I knew, probably as much for me as himself, because if Daire played this the usual way, he was going to let that asshole make the first move. Something Ireallydidn’t want to see head-on.
There was no buzzer or anyone yelling for them to start the match. It was Gunner who lunged first, faking like he was going to throw a punch. Daire didn’t fall for it, didn’t even move out of the way, and instead dropped to land a hit to the guy’s ribs.
Gunner howled, in pain or annoyance, I wasn’t sure, but it caused him to lash out, his beefy arm swinging in an arc that missed entirely as Daire ducked out of the way. His massive size had him moving too slow for how quick my guy was.
My guy…Washe mine? It sure as hell felt like it. Only time would tell if we decided to keep each other around, but for now, all I could do was stare in awe as he twisted around behind Gunner, landing blow after blow to his back.
The second Gunner turned around, Daire knocked him in the jaw so hard Gunner’s head flew back. He stumbled and tried to shake off the hit, and to my surprise, Daire didn’t take advantage. No doubt he could’ve kept going and won the match in a matter of seconds, but he hung back, bouncing on his toes as he waited for Gunner’s next move.
Oh, I recognized that plan instantly—the lion teasing its prey, wanting to play with it before digging his claws in.
To Daire’s utter disappointment—it was written all over his face—Gunner didn’t last another punch to the eye before he tapped out. Proof that size and lifting heavy at the gym didn’t equal kicking ass in the ring.
Daire looked up at the host and made a circle with his finger, indicating he wanted to go again.
“Do we have another? You thinkyoucan take on the Reaper?” the host shouted.
With his hands low on his hips, Daire looked out over the crowd slowly, meeting their eyes one by one as if to taunt them into challenging him.
When his gaze reached me, he gave me a quick once-over, like he was checking to make sure I was still in one piece. Satisfied, he nodded once and gave me a wink.
“And we have a challenger.” The host pointed at a guy stepping into the circle who was the same height as Daire but a little leaner. “What’s your name?”
The guy only glared up at the host, refusing to answer, and the man standing on the boulder shrugged.
“All right, place your bets. The Reaper or…Anonymous.”
A heartbeat later, the challenger kicked out at Daire, hoping to catch him off guard. Had Daire not been watching him intently already, he would’ve taken that blow directly to the head. Instead, he caught the guy’s leg and hauled him in close, lifting his knee to strike him in the stomach.
Anonymous clearly felt the blow but was able to pull away and shake it off much quicker than the first opponent. He threw a punch toward Daire, who managed to avoid it.
Damn, he was fast. He seemed to not only be able to move quickly when he needed to, but it was like he was able to anticipate their moves.
It was mesmerizing to watch now that my anxiety had been tamped down. I could focus on and appreciate how fucking incredible he was—the pure strength of his muscles, how his back flexed with every punch he threw, every move he made. It was so hot my dick took notice, a reaction completely at odds with the last time I was here.
As the two of them went at it with quick jabs and kicks, I felt the nervous energy in my stomach turn into something more…primal. Daire was clearly having the time of his life doing something he enjoyed, and he was a badass. The moves seemed to come so naturally to him, the same way they did in the bedroom, and suddenly this match was going on too damn long.
I turned my head, nuzzling into his jacket so that his heady scent filled my lungs every time I breathed, while below my hips, my cock had a mind of its own.
Never in a million years had I thought watching Daire beat the crap out of someone would turn me on, but add that to the list of surprises over the last couple of weeks.
A blink-and-you-missed-it sweep of his opponent’s legs and Daire had him on the ground in a complicated hold that had the guy’s face turning purple. He held out for longer than I expected,but then tapped the ground, and Daire immediately released him.
“Reaper for the second win tonight,” the host shouted, but his words were a distant echo as Daire’s eyes landed on mine.
His nostrils flared like he sensed the desire that was coming off me in waves, and he didn’t hesitate, nor did he look away, as he headed straight for me. He made a cutting motion across his neck, signaling to the host he was done. After snatching up his winnings, Daire reached for me, turned me around and directed me toward the exit.
The crowd dispersed, and as we disappeared out of the spotlight and into the shadowed maze that would lead us back to the main tunnel, the rowdy chants began to fade.
My breathing was coming faster now, my cock pounding almost as hard as my heart as Daire closed in on me. His hands found me first, gripping my waist and pulling me to a stop, and when he grinded his stiff dick against my ass, I reached for his hands.
“On me,” I panted as I pulled them around to the zipper of my jeans. “I need to feel them on me.”
“Then you need to hurry the fuck up and get moving.”
I shook my head. “No. Here.”
