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Authors: TC Matson
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he bellows.
“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. “It just would have been nice to see him knocked on his ass and spread out on the floor. Could have done it myself if I wasn’t working.” Ha! Right.
“Promise me you’ll get in the ring and spread me out on the floor.”
“Ugh, you’re so…so…” Disgusting. Self-centered. Self-absorbed. “I’m going to bed. I have to work in the morning. Good night, Levi,” I say quickly, bothered by his insensitivity. I shouldn’t care. I did this to myself.
“Hey,” he jumps in before I can hang up. “I’ll be back through in a few weeks. Want to hang out?”
“Levi, are you asking me on a date?”
“Nooo,” he croons. “I’m asking if you want to hang out. Clearly a difference.”
I giggle. “We’ll see.”
“Good night, Paige.” His hum shoots a tingle, an urge of lust, straight down my back. I swear my eyes just rolled.
“Dammit. That was a bad idea,” I sigh to my ceiling. He’s in my mind, running through all my thoughts. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Why does he have to be so beautiful in all the wrong ways?
Chapter 8
Harvey has had my ass working hard for the fight. He says my mind isn’t in it. He’s fucking nuts. I’m ready for Kenny Payne, this weekend’s fighter. Dude loves submissions. I’d rather go toe to toe, kick for kick, but if he wants to drop to the mat, I’m fine with that too. I’ll kick his ass hanging from the ceiling for all I give a damn.
Cardio this morning and now I’m beating the shit out of a little sparring boy who has the balls to dance in the ring with me. He’s built like a swimmer and sure as hell doesn’t belong in here. Just because you’re quick doesn’t mean you have the ability to be standing in front of a trained fighter. I’ve seen dudes built like a brick wall try the cage…they just fall harder.
“We’ll be passing through Chapel Hill in a few days,” Adam informs me. There’s no need. I know. “I was wondering if—” I knew he was setting me up for something. Being in my life for as long as he has, I know exactly where he’s going with this.
“You stay the fuck away from her,” I interrupt him.
His smile is victorious. He set me up.
I say nothing and throw a jab, duck and right punch.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been like this. What’s with her? The chase?” Smug ass.
I stop and step toward the corner he’s lazily leaning against. “Don’t stress what’s going on with me. Just know, you touch her, brothers or not, I’ll snap your neck.”
He flicks his hands up. “No need for that. Just figuring out what’s been on your mind.”
The son of a bitch winks, jumps down and strolls away. I shake my head. Fell right into his damn trap.
The water is as cold as I can stand it, and my cock is still hard as a rock. It has been since the first time I laid eyes on Paige. What the hell did she do to me? I’ve fucked other girls since, but it hasn’t fulfilled me. It’s not what I want. When I think of Paige, the man stands up and since we text almost every day, I’m a walking woody.
I drag my hand up the length and sensations grip my nuts. Leaning back on the cold wall, I begin stroking with the image of Paige. She’s bent over my couch, sweat glistening off her sun-kissed skin, her hair a mangled mess from me pulling on it, her ass cheeks bouncing against my hips with each thrust I drive into her. I stroke faster. Now, she’s standing in front of me naked except for red stilettos as she rubs and tugs her perky tits. She’s fucking hot. Heated throbs coil low. I grip tighter picturing her eyes rolling as she hits her climax, and then… bang bang bang. The sound barges into my amazing view, interrupting my perfect little fantasy. Someone’s banging on my damn door? You have got to be kidding me.
Fuming, I jerk the door open still dripping wet with a towel around my waist. “What?”
In-fucking-credible. A smoking hot brunette with big round boobs in a
“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. “It just would have been nice to see him knocked on his ass and spread out on the floor. Could have done it myself if I wasn’t working.” Ha! Right.
“Promise me you’ll get in the ring and spread me out on the floor.”
“Ugh, you’re so…so…” Disgusting. Self-centered. Self-absorbed. “I’m going to bed. I have to work in the morning. Good night, Levi,” I say quickly, bothered by his insensitivity. I shouldn’t care. I did this to myself.
“Hey,” he jumps in before I can hang up. “I’ll be back through in a few weeks. Want to hang out?”
“Levi, are you asking me on a date?”
“Nooo,” he croons. “I’m asking if you want to hang out. Clearly a difference.”
I giggle. “We’ll see.”
“Good night, Paige.” His hum shoots a tingle, an urge of lust, straight down my back. I swear my eyes just rolled.
“Dammit. That was a bad idea,” I sigh to my ceiling. He’s in my mind, running through all my thoughts. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Why does he have to be so beautiful in all the wrong ways?
Chapter 8
Harvey has had my ass working hard for the fight. He says my mind isn’t in it. He’s fucking nuts. I’m ready for Kenny Payne, this weekend’s fighter. Dude loves submissions. I’d rather go toe to toe, kick for kick, but if he wants to drop to the mat, I’m fine with that too. I’ll kick his ass hanging from the ceiling for all I give a damn.
Cardio this morning and now I’m beating the shit out of a little sparring boy who has the balls to dance in the ring with me. He’s built like a swimmer and sure as hell doesn’t belong in here. Just because you’re quick doesn’t mean you have the ability to be standing in front of a trained fighter. I’ve seen dudes built like a brick wall try the cage…they just fall harder.
“We’ll be passing through Chapel Hill in a few days,” Adam informs me. There’s no need. I know. “I was wondering if—” I knew he was setting me up for something. Being in my life for as long as he has, I know exactly where he’s going with this.
“You stay the fuck away from her,” I interrupt him.
His smile is victorious. He set me up.
I say nothing and throw a jab, duck and right punch.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been like this. What’s with her? The chase?” Smug ass.
I stop and step toward the corner he’s lazily leaning against. “Don’t stress what’s going on with me. Just know, you touch her, brothers or not, I’ll snap your neck.”
He flicks his hands up. “No need for that. Just figuring out what’s been on your mind.”
The son of a bitch winks, jumps down and strolls away. I shake my head. Fell right into his damn trap.
The water is as cold as I can stand it, and my cock is still hard as a rock. It has been since the first time I laid eyes on Paige. What the hell did she do to me? I’ve fucked other girls since, but it hasn’t fulfilled me. It’s not what I want. When I think of Paige, the man stands up and since we text almost every day, I’m a walking woody.
I drag my hand up the length and sensations grip my nuts. Leaning back on the cold wall, I begin stroking with the image of Paige. She’s bent over my couch, sweat glistening off her sun-kissed skin, her hair a mangled mess from me pulling on it, her ass cheeks bouncing against my hips with each thrust I drive into her. I stroke faster. Now, she’s standing in front of me naked except for red stilettos as she rubs and tugs her perky tits. She’s fucking hot. Heated throbs coil low. I grip tighter picturing her eyes rolling as she hits her climax, and then… bang bang bang. The sound barges into my amazing view, interrupting my perfect little fantasy. Someone’s banging on my damn door? You have got to be kidding me.
Fuming, I jerk the door open still dripping wet with a towel around my waist. “What?”
In-fucking-credible. A smoking hot brunette with big round boobs in a
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