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“Thanks, brother.” Brewer chuckled and wiped his face with a towel. Women and men alike slapped Brewer’s ass as they made their way through the crowd.
Once they reached the locker room, Rubble left Brewer to shower and recoup. The next fight had already started and plenty of people milled about the gym. It was a superb turnout even compared to previous tournaments.
Getting the event put together wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. With the winter games going on, plenty of tourists and MMA supporters were ready to join in on the fun instead of merely watching.Also helped that the mayor’s a big fan of MMA.He smirked, recalling the hour turnaround on the permit.
The club hastily rented folding chairs for the tournament since the bleachers had been requisitioned for the Games. Curls of smoke filled the air and Rubble’s mouth watered. He needed to release his pent-up anxiety, and since his fight wasn’t for another hour, he escaped out a side door and lit up a cigarette.
Inhaling the nicotine, he watched cars enter the parking lot. For many people, the fight was something new to do. He didn’t mind one bit. The improvised concession inside boasting snacks and both alcoholic and virgin drinks would boost the club’s finances along with the cover charge.
“Aren’t the fights inside?”
Jupiter’s sweet voice made him glance to his left. Sure enough, the tall woman who haunted his mind stood there wearing leggings with Macha’s logo on them, her shirt hidden by a long gray coat.
“Yeah, but the amateurs are on now.” He flicked his cigarette butt into the snow and glanced behind her. “You here by yourself?”
He knew he was being overprotective, but he had a damned good reason. She was under Macha protection, which meant one of the members should always be with her.
She rolled her green eyes, and she stuffed her hands in her coat pockets. “No. I came with Dolly and Nikita. I saw you over here and thought I’d say hi.”
Rubble shifted his boots in the snow. It’d be so easy to wrap her in his arms and kiss her senseless.Not like we haven’t done it before.He cleared his throat and tried not to think about each time he’d felt her body against his. He needed to stay clearheaded before a fight. Thinking about Jupiter only distracted him.
“You here to watch the crazies or just experience the bloodbath?”
“Honestly, I’m only here for one reason.” She caught his gaze, and his pulse quickened.
“Oh, yeah?” He moved closer. He couldn’t help it. She was the light at the end of his tunnel. “What’s that?”
Jupiter slid her hands up his chest and he held his breath. She laced her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to meet hers. “To see you.”
He searched her eyes, only seeing longing there. Gripping her hips, he pushed down thoughts of taking her then and there against the side of the gym. “You have no clue how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
Instead of answering, she nipped his bottom lip. “I’ll tell you what.” She kissed his cheek. “After your fight, I’ll make sure the locker room is all ours.” She tugged on his beard. “And you can do whatever you’d like.”
Rubble’s dick jumped at the suggestion. He didn’t need any more incentive, but knowing that she’d be in the crowd gave him new perspective on the fight. “Baby girl, I love that you’re offering, but you’ve never seen a fight, have you?”
She shook her head, but the lusty gleam hadn’t diminished from her face. Kissing her forehead, he thanked Macha for sending her to the club’s door. “It’s not pretty, believe me. The last thing you’ll wanna do is me.”
Frowning, Jupiter stepped back. “Well, then I’ll be there for whatever you need. How does that sound?”
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her hard. “Sounds perfect to me.”
“Rubble, you gotta get in here. This kid’s walloping Hawk.” Cueball called from the door.
Jupiter giggled and linked her arm with Rubble’s. “Well, I guess it’s time to see what you’ve been bragging about.”
Rubble kissed the top of her head. “Ready or not, here we come.”
* * *
Adrenaline flowedthrough Rubble’s muscles. The humidity in the gym rose with each additional spectator. They were down to the final battle. Whoever won this match would walk away the victor.
Rubble glanced over at the kid from Waverley. He was ten years Rubble’s junior and about five inches shorter. On any normal day, he wouldn’t bother to let the kid go three rounds before tapping him out. But tonight was different. He wasn’t the same fighter. Not when young guys had professional trainers while he merely had his brothers. He’d taken some hits but dished them out too.
Jupiter’s cheer rose above the crowd. He couldn’t help focusing on it. He heard her voice everywhere. Having her ringside was a mixed blessing. He loved the idea of her watching, but if he lost, they’d both be disappointed.Me more than her.
He met Brewer’s eyes, the final bell echoing in Rubble’s ears. The other fighter had managed to get a few decent jabs at him in the first round. Blood and sweat ran down his face, stinging the cut above his left eye.
They circled the ring, both of them ready for action. Rubble did his damnedest to tune out Jupiter’s enthusiastic tone, but it crept in nevertheless. He wanted to show her how he could protect her. How he’d always protect her.
