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I walk closer to him and softly put my hands on either side of his face. The big man nearly crumbles against my touch.
“Reese, I told you before. You fight, but that’s not all you are. You’re a loyal man, an advocate for your community, and a friend. You’re smart and driven. You’re even an okay snowboarder.” I throw the last part in just for fun, and he chuckles slightly. “Your world is more than just the boxing ring. You don’t have to put on a show for anyone. You just need to live your truth and if that’s not fighting anymore, you’re going to be just fine.”
His hands come to my waist, and he squeezes me closer to him. It’s almost as if he needs me to be his strength. I’ve got no problem taking on that role.
“When you started fighting, I’m sure the dream was to become champ, but I’m certain that’s not why you continued with it. Why did you become the best?” I ask him, and he looks off for a second, thinking about the response.
“It felt good. It was fun. I liked the challenge.” He shrugs.
“I think you need to get back to that. Don’t worry about your next fight or what the outside world thinks about you. Just get back to the basics of why you fight. And if you really want to know what people think about you, all you need to do is come by the community center and watch those kids’ eyes light up. They’re not watching you fight, they want to see you. You’re more than just a fighting record. To those kids, you’re the best simply because you’re Reese Dyer.”
He groans and shuts his eyes.
“Why the hell are you so good to me?” he questions.
“Who knows, maybe I was dropped on my head as an infant.” I flip my hand, and he laughs louder before pulling me closer and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. The metallic tang of blood seeps into my mouth.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you. It wasn’t meant for you. I should’ve been able to control myself better than that,” he whispers against my mouth.
“You should’ve, but I’m not going to break, Reese. I’m your woman, and I’m going to be here for as long as that’s the case.” I lean back and look up into his dark eyes. “And also, as your woman, I think it’s also my job to baby you a little bit. You’re hurt. Let me make it better . . . please.” I run my finger lightly over the bruise under his eye.
“Yes, dear,” he concedes.
“That’s a good man. Now, go sit in the living room while I get some stuff to clean you up.” I push him away so I can retrieve the ice pack he threw on the floor and also find the first aid kit for any of the small cuts he has.
I gather all the materials and sit with him on the couch. His lip is actually the worst injury he has. I’m pissed that he and his brother would fight like this, but I’m happy it’s not worse. Now that he’s got his temper back under control, Reese simply sits back, watching me take care of him. I lay small kisses on his hands and face anytime he winces, and by the middle of me cleaning him up I start to think he’s wincing deliberately just to get me to kiss him more.
“There, all set,” I say as I drop the soiled cleaning supplies onto the table.
“I don’t know. I think I might have a few scrapes elsewhere.” He licks his lip and runs a hand over my thigh.
“Yeah? Where at?” I ask him, my eyebrow hitching up at the sudden change in atmosphere.
“Chest?” he replies.
So far, Reese and I have only had a few heavy petting sessions. We mutually agreed to take things slowly, but something about this intense release of emotions has me ready to throw the slow and steady route to the wind. I want this man inside of me badly.
“Hmm, guess we’re going to have to check that out too.” I grab the edge of his shirt and lift. He helps me by pulling it off and letting it drop to the ground.
There is a small scrape on his chest, but nothing needing medical attention. Still, I can play along. “I’m not sure I have any more band-aids,” I say as I softly stroke my finger over the tiny injury. “I’m going to have to figure out a different way to make it feel better.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“I’ve heard kisses work just as good.” I lean forward and place a soft kiss against his chest, and another, and another.
His hands slide up my thighs and wrap around my waist, tugging me closer to him as my lips trail up his chest to his neck. When I suck, then bite on the sensitive spot right under his ear, he lifts me and settles me on his lap.
“God, I want you,” he mumbles as he tugs my head back and attacks my lips with his.
My body molds to his as he works his way from my lips to my neck. His hands slide under my shirt just below my breast.
“I’ve dreamed about this. I’ve dreamed of wrapping my legs around your waist as you filled me up, Reese,” I whisper into his ear. His grip tightens, and a deep growl rumbles through his chest. His hips jerk up, pressing his rock-hard cock against my core. My thin lounge pants doing nothing to hide how wet I am for him.
“We don’t have to . . . we can wait,” he says against my skin, and I know that’s his last warning.
“No. I can’t wait anymore, Reese. Please.” I grab his wrist and move his hand farther up my skin until his rough palm is cradling my breast.
“Ah, Haven. So fucking sexy.” He uses his other hand to grab hold of my thin shirt and pull it over my head. Before the fabric has a chance to hit the floor, his mouth is on my tight nipple.
