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My eyes rolled back in my head as bliss rushed through me in waves. The ache between my thighs had been growing unbearable, and in a few quick strokes, she hit my G-spot with every pass. I widened my legs a little, pressing kisses along her neck, her shoulders, and began to fuck her in earnest. She dripped around my fingers, the sensation sending a bolt of lust through me, and I thrust my fingers inside her firm and fast.
Her desperate breaths fueled my desire, and I lapped at the salt of her sweat as she fucked me hard enough that my clit throbbed. The pain grew exquisite with the need to come, for her to touch it, and I was getting close to begging. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I sank my teeth into her shoulder again, not giving a fuck I marked her. Sparks flared with every pass of her fingers, and the low squelching sounds between us were so hot I had trouble forming a coherent thought.
The cool air whispered across my bare ass, a reminder we were outside, in the middle of an alley. An illicit thrill slithered up my spine. God, she was so scorching I couldn’t stand it. Pleasure flushed through me as Ames continued her relentless pace, and my thighs began to quake. I braced myself against the wall with my free hand, the uneven texture of the brick biting against my palm.
“I’m so damn close,” I said, fucking into her over and over, loving the silken feel of her.
“I’ve got you.” She thrust her fingers in hard and rubbed the base of her palm against my clit.
The rough, firm pressure did me in.
My clit pulsed with an oncoming orgasm, and my whole body froze up. Flames of pleasure raced through me in a fierce torrent, and the lingering heat stole me away with wave after wave as if my orgasm would never end. A moan ripped from my throat. I sank my teeth into Ames’s shoulder and pressed down on her clit. Sparks flared through me with a soul-stealing intensity.
“Oh fuck.” She seized against me. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her clit thrummed, and she let out whimper after whimper as she came. A gush of liquid dripped down my fingers. The quakes were still robbing me of my senses, and we clutched to each other in the throes of our ecstasy, our fingers buried in each other’s cunts.
Our breaths cut through the quiet of the alley like razor blades, but neither of us moved. I rested my sweaty forehead against her shoulder, and she leaned her head against mine. The aftershocks of the orgasm still radiated through me, and I wanted to live in this moment for as long as possible. With Ames connected to me, our bodies intertwined, buried inside each other. The scent of sex mingled with the metal and stone surrounding us, and I sucked in a heady breath, my mind whirling.
Slowly I retracted my fingers from Ames’s pussy, and she did the same. Even though I was tempted to go in for another few rounds to squeeze out as many orgasms as possible, we could do that in my home, a better place than in the middle of an alley.
I licked my lips and stared at the bite mark on her shoulder.
She glanced down. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Stupid, though, with your fight coming up.” I wiped my fingers on my shorts.
She lifted hers to her mouth instead, sucking each one. Heat flared through me, urging me to shove her against the wall and take her all over again.
“Not stupid,” she said. “Sexy. What sort of fighter wouldn’t want to show off marks like those?”
I tugged up my shorts and pressed a slow, sure kiss to her lips. This one simmered through my veins. In the wake of all the outpouring earlier, then the desperation that followed, this kiss held the steadiness I’d been searching for—maybe my whole damn life. Something inside me clicked at being here with Ames, and I couldn’t ignore this connection if I tried.
I slipped my hand into Ames’s. “My apartment’s over there. Come on.”
“Lead the way.”
No matter what our future held, no matter how many hurdles we needed to overcome, for the first time since Ames crash-landed back into my life, I could admit I wanted this. Not just as a fling.
No, I wanted to keep her.
Chapter Eleven
Ames
Fucking Allie showed up to my damn fight.
Not for me, obviously. No, to support her new boyfriend. She’d never wanted to come to any of my fights when we were dating because they were “too violent.”
Fuck her.
Sweat poured down my face, the salt stinging my eyes. The lights glowed brighter than ever, and my adrenaline was pumping so hard I could barely feel the aches, even though I knew tomorrow would be hell. My heart thumped fast as I settled on the opposite side of the ring for my minute break.
The buzz of the crowd beyond the ring was intense, but like every time I sank into a fight, they all faded into the background. Dana Levante huddled next to Chaz on the other side of the ring. Bitch had made me work last round, and right now, we were even.
“Hey,” Sam said, her gruff voice dragging my attention. She shoved a bottle of water at me and clapped her hands on my shoulder. “You’ve got this. She relies on her right side too much—telegraphs her swings.”
“Mm,” I grunted out, my shoulders heaving. I guzzled the water, not giving a fuck it splashed over my skin. My regulation shorts and sports bra would be next-level disgusting after my fight anyway.
My blood pumped hot, and the sight of Allie in the crowd, her prim blonde hair in a ponytail and a cute little pink dress on, had me feeling reckless. Not the right headspace if I wanted to win this. Plus, Chaz kept shooting me these shitty smug grins from the other side of the ring, and I was tempted to charge over and knock them the fuck off his face.
