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This right here... her in my arms. This is what I needed, and judging by how quickly she relaxes against me, so did she.
Whether she realizes it or not.
Something about this is different than it was last night. I give it a few minutes after she falls asleep before I turn the TV off and roll us both over. With my arms wrapped around her, she snuggles in like that’s exactly where she’s meant to be, wiggles her perfect little ass right up against my dick, and sighs.
I swear to God, her fucking sighs do me in.
We’re spooning.Fucking spooning. Maddie might be the inexperienced one, but I wonder what she’d think if she knew I’ve never done this before. Any of this. I don’t sleep with women. We fuck. They leave. Occasionally, I leave. It’s the only way it works.
Women have always wanted something from me.
More than I’m willing to give.
Maybe they want to say they’ve slept with a fighter or a champion.
Or they want to take their shot with a Kingston.
Those women don’t even care which Kingston, they just want our name and what comes with it. But not Maddie. She’s never wanted anything from me before tonight. And yet, she’s the first woman I’ve ever considered giving everything to.
“Mmm... Hud?” Her sleepy voice soothes my quickly spiraling mind, and I press my lips to the top of her head.
“Sleep, Mads. I’ve got you.”
“Mmm...” She rolls over so her face is buried in my chest, and those long lashes kiss her cheeks. She’s basically asleep and probably won’t remember this in the morning, but I tuck her against me anyway and close my eyes. “I like that.”
So do I, Maddie. So do I.
* * *
Sunday morning,I wake up to an empty bed and a pit in my stomach.
If she left this house without saying so much as a goodbye, she better get used to my hands on her fucking body because I’m going to spank her ass and then fuck her until she begs me to let her come. Goddammit. The wholeno women leading up to a fightrule doesn’t usually bother me, but this time... This time, it’s wreaking fucking havoc on my life. A quick look at the clock and I know exactly where my little ball of sunshine is, and ten minutes later, when I find her in front of the television watching the Philly Kings game taking place in London, I smile, knowing I was right.
Her blonde hair is damp and hanging down over a black-and-gold Kings jersey, withDixonstitched in gold across the back and the number 66 beneath it. Judging by the way it swallows her small body, it’s obvious she’s wearing one of her brother’s old jerseys, not something she bought from the store. She’s got a needle in her hand but doesn’t take her eyes away from the screen until they flash to a commercial.
I’m not sure if I should walk back out and give her space or let her know I’m here, but Maddie takes my choice away when she turns her head to me. “Hey. Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up, but there was no way I was missing this game.”
She lifts the jersey and stabs herself with the needle before laying it down on the coffee table, and I have to lean against the couch. “Are you okay? You don’t get queasy about needles, do you?”
I groan because yes... Yes, I kinda do. “They’re not my favorite thing, but I’m fine. I always wondered why you don’t have one of those pump things I’ve seen. Wouldn’t that be easier?”
“We tried that a few years ago, but I had a reaction to it, and honestly, I’m so used to this, it doesn’t bother me.” She picks up a piece of avocado toast. “Want a bite?”
I shake my head.
Maddie shrugs and takes a bite. “How are you feeling? Do you think you’ll be okay to go back to training tomorrow?”
“I’ll be fine tomorrow. I’m going to make a protein shake. You want one?”
The game comes back on, and she turns back around, effectively ignoring me and letting me know where I rank when her brother is on TV.
And now, I sound like a butt-hurt teenager.
What the fuck?
I need to get back in the gym.
* * *
