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I lift my head and search his eyes. That doesn’t make any sense. “But we don’t fuck before your fights?”
Something dark flashes in his eyes as he lifts a hand and brushes my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His thumb moves down to graze against my lip.
Even though he kisses me now, this gesture is still one of his favorites. This time though, he leans forward, sucking my lip into his mouth and nibbling it with his teeth. Drawing back with a sigh, Paddy presses a chaste kiss against my lips, leaning back, his hands still anchoring my waist. I didn’t even notice he was still inside me.
“I don’t fuck ye before fights I’m aiming to win,” he mutters. Wait. What?
“You’re taking a fall?”
Paddy flinches at the censure in my voice. “I’m doing what I have to in order to keep ye safe, lass.”
He rubs his knuckles over my cheekbone, my heart clenching with fear. He has to take a fall to keep me safe? There is only one way in the whole world that makes any sense.
“The Italians?”
Paddy nods. “The lads’ll bring me home after. I’ll be in a bad way, lass. They’ll clean me up. Ye don’t need to see me like that.”
I stare at him, my lips slightly parted. I know what he’s saying. It will hurt his pride to take a fall, but Paddy won’t lose by submission. It will be a fight to the knockout. Oh god. I can’t let him do that. Not for me. I remember the fight I saw, where the guy didn’t submit. It was brutal. My stomach twists. I don’t want that to happen to Paddy. Not because of me.
I shake my head as he captures my cheeks between his strong hands.
“I will do whatever it takes to keep ye safe,mo chroí. I love ye, and I would take a dive in every fight I ever have from now until eternity if it meant ye would be safe.”
My heart flutters. A warmth surges through me despite the brutal act we’re talking about. That’s wicked sweet. I nod, Paddy leaning forward to kiss my cheek gently, near my eye.
When his tongue darts out and swirls around, I realize he is kissing away a tear that has managed to leak out unbidden.
“Now.” He leans back, his mouth twisting into a humorless smirk. “If I’m going to be out of commission for the next week, I want to fuck ye at least three more times before I leave. So, finish yer tea, lass, because ye’ve a lot of screaming to do in the next hour.”
Oh, be still my beating heart.
PADDY
“How’re you feeling, Paddy?” Seamus asks, his eyes full of concern as we wait beside the ring. The Italians are in force tonight on the other side of the ring. Here to make sure I keep my end of the bargain, unlike Josh Carmichael.
“All fucked out.”
Despite his worry, Seamus’s lips curl into a smirk. I left Lauren asleep on the sofa, absolutely exhausted from the six additional orgasms I delivered.
True to my word, I fucked her until she screamed, and then I fucked her until my dick felt like it wouldn’t work anymore.
Ronan and Niall sit ringside, an empty chair for Seamus beside them. Liam is with Tiggy, and Connor is at home with Lauren.
Lucky was rather cocky that he didn’t have to come to this fight because the lads have placed their usual bets to keep up appearances.
Tonight will cost me a mint because I will miss out on my takings when I lose, and I have insisted on paying for the lads’ bets so that they won’t be out of pocket. They weren’t happy about it, especially Seamus, but they took one look at my face and agreed.
“Paddy Flynn!” Perry’s voice rings out, announcing me. Seamus claps a hand on my shoulder, striding off to his waiting chair.
Taking a deep breath, I walk into the ring. The Italian Bull is dancing around it, pumping up the crowd and making obscene gestures in my direction. Fucking cunt. He knows as well as I do that this fight is fixed, yet he’s still hamming it up. Have some fucking pride.
My eyes flicker over in the direction of the Italian section of the crowd and land on Gianni fucking Manchetti, seated in the front row. He nods to me, a challenge in his eye. I simply look away, my eyes finding Seamus’s.
Seamus glares in Gianni’s direction, but he glances at me, nodding stiffly. This nod, I return. Gianni is here to make sure I stick to my end of the bargain.
Cracking my neck, I turn to my opponent, who is now leering at me and spouting off a steady stream of Italian. Given the cheers and catcalls coming from his supporters, I’d say he’s taunting me. He’s probably talking shit about how he will leave me in a world of pain. I do not doubt it. This won’t be pleasant.
I breathe and roll my shoulders back, flexing my fingers. I don’t know Josh Carmichael’s reasons for not taking a dive, but I know my reason for taking one.
