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His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. “Keep it up and I’ll drag you into a bathroom and bend you over the counter.”
I shift in my seat, spreading my legs and causing his hand to move closer to my pussy, a challenge in my eyes. “Sounds fun.”
A low growl comes from his chest. “I’ll give you fun.” The gleam radiating from his heated gaze makes me wet.
He pulls away from me, shifts gears, and accelerates as the light turns green.
Game on.
Reaching into the outside pocket of my purse on the floor, I grab my lipstick, feeling Will’s gaze burning into me. He loves my red lipstick, especially when I get it all over his cock and it smears on my face when I give him a blowjob. I pretend to ignore him, though I’m hyperaware of the sexual tension swirling from him as I grab the visor, look into the mirror, and reapply my lipstick. Smacking my lips together, I grab my boobs, adjusting them in my shirt and ensuring an ample amount of cleavage is hanging out, before I turn to him with a smile.
I hear the murmured laughter of Bryan and Savannah behind me, the sounds of a video playing from his phone reaching my ears. They aren’t paying Will and me any attention.
A wicked grin crosses Will’s face. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he mouths, before shooting me a wink.
“You better,” I mouth back, twirling a lock of hair around my finger.
He presses down on the accelerator, driving faster, as I look out the passenger window, a victorious smile on my face.
I know how to get what I want from him.
I’m in the locker room with Will, pacing in front of him. He sits calmly on the bench, an amused look on his face as he watches me.
“I can’t help it,” I mutter, turning on my heel and walking past him again. “Is this how you felt before I fought?”
His grin widens as he leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “I knew you could handle yourself, but I won’t lie and say I wasn’t anxious at the thought of you getting hurt. I wanted to fight The Beast so you didn’t have to, but I knew I couldn’t.”
Releasing a long sigh, I stop in front of him. Sliding my hands around his neck, he wraps his arms around my back, our bodies pressed together, drawn like magnets to one another. Holding him, I breathe in his woodsy, spicy scent, contentment stealing over me.
He’s home to me.
The two of us are alone, as Savannah had to use the restroom, and Bryan volunteered to walk her there while I remain here with Will. If I weren’t so damned nervous about Will’s fight, I’d be jumping for joy over the progress I’ve seen with the two of them. They’re still competitive at times, but they don’t constantly fight like they used to.
My phone beeps and I slowly pull back from Will. Pulling it from my pocket, I read the message. “Savannah said she and Bryan will head to their seats when she’s finished. It’s a packed house tonight. Bryan said it’s because you are fighting.” I raise my face to his. “You must be a pretty popular fighter.”
The corners of his mouth tug up in that grin I love so much. He shrugs one shoulder. “I haven’t fought in a while. They’re probably anxious to see me in action again.”
Shoving my phone in my pocket as he stands, I wrap my arms around him, our foreheads touching. “Make no mistake, love. I can’t wait to see you fight. And though I have complete faith in your abilities, I won’t lie and say I’m not going to want to turn that ring red if he hurts you.”
Will chuckles, love emanating from his orbs. “I get it, love. I’ll be fine.” His lips meet mine, and my breath catches from how he kisses me, as though he’s stealing a piece of my soul. I melt against him, losing myself in the way he claims ownership over me with his kiss.
My phone beeps, the noise breaking through our moment, and I groan in Will’s mouth. We slowly pull away, our lips close but no longer touching. “That’s probably Darin. He told me he’d text me when he arrived because he wants to see you before the fight.” Stepping back slightly, I pull my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, reading the message. “Yup. Let me go get him and bring him back.”
Will’s hand slides from my back, traveling to my fingers. He wraps his hand around mine, then says, “Hurry back.” He loosens his grip but doesn’t fully let go, our fingers grazing until we are too far away to touch. The husky tone of his voice makes me not want to leave and instead, have sex with him—again—only this time in the locker room.
Grinning as I back away, I bite my lip, hating to leave him, even for a few minutes. “I’ll be quick.” Spinning on my heel, I hurry to get my brother.
Hurrying through the hallway, my thoughts are still in the locker room with Will. I know he’s not nervous, or at least he doesn’t appear to be, but I still hate leaving him alone before his fight.
Stepping into the arena, my eyes travel the room before landing on the huge ring in the center. My steps falter as I stare at it, the roar of the packed crowd filling my ears. Savannah isn’t kidding. The crowd is huge. Probably as big, if not bigger, then when I fought The Beast, but I blocked it out, focusing solely on my opponent.
Realizing I’m wasting time, I hurry down the aisle, but end up getting behind a couple, who slowly move toward their seats.
God, just move out of my way already.
The aisles are too narrow for me to squeeze around them.
They stop moving, talking to someone. I grit my teeth, frustration filling me, then open my mouth to say something, when I feel it. A hand squeezing my ass.
