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Authors: Ashley Suzanne
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he’s an amazing coach or because of all his time in the service, he’s not someone I’d like to meet in an unfortunate circumstance…again. As we approach the steel double doors to the arena, the screams and cheers get louder. The moment the doors open, the hollers from the crowd overpower the music in my ears. My entire body begins to vibrate with a nervous excitement like I’ve never felt before. When I look around, my stomach rolls, giving me the feeling that I need to puke, and then I see her. Josette…standing off to one side of the cage, wearing next to nothing. It doesn’t take a genius to notice every person with a dick is watching her, imagining what it’d be like to be with her. She’s laughing with another girl, but her eyes catch mine and she genuinely smiles. The ache in my gut disappears almost immediately.
Taking a few more deep, calming breaths, I step ahead of Garrett and make my way to the gate. Walk up the small staircase, drop my hoodie and earbuds into Garrett’s open palm, and step into the fenced octagon. The moment I’m inside, I go to my corner and wait for my opponent. The crowd lights up like the Fourth of July when he steps into sight and I watch him strut out with more confidence than he should have, his ego-boosting posse not far behind. Then, just before he enters the cage with me, his gaze fixes on Josette and instead of going to his designated area he stalks toward her like a lion advancing on his prey.
I flex my fingers into a fist, doing it a few times until I know the circulation is working properly. Shaking out the nerves, leaving only anger and frustration, and of course too many hormones and a dick begging for one girl and one girl only, I bounce up and down on the balls of my feet and pump my arms. I can only imagine how great it’s going to feel to have his neck in the crook of my elbow as I choke the life out of him. I had a similar feeling when I was in the cage with Colt, but these feelings…nothing at all like I’ve felt before. This guy—he’s a dead man walking.
With us on opposite sides of the cage, the ref enters and chats with the other guy, Jasper, for a moment before making his way over to me. “I want a clean fight. I trust you know the regulations. We are recording for local access.” He runs down his expectations and I nod as I pop in my mouth guard.
Josette and the other girl both grab signs with the number one written on them and begin to prance around the outer edges of the mat, inciting catcalls from the crowd. She nears me, the small black top pushing her ample breasts higher than usual, her hair resting just above her ears, and the tiniest shorts known to man hugging her hips in the most delicious way. When she’s only a foot away, she tosses me a sexy little wink and steps even closer.
“When you win, I have a little present for you,” she slyly flirts and walks away, stepping out of the cage with the other girl. Probably the last thing I needed to hear. I’m already on edge, and her little comment has me on the verge of tossing her over my shoulder, forfeiting the fight, taking her to the locker room, and exploding.
Yeah, I’ve got something for you, too,
I think, and stop myself from grabbing my groin and thrusting my hips in her direction out of instinct.
When I meet my opponent in the center of the cage, the ref checks our taped hands. We touch them together and the bell rings so quietly I almost miss it, and nearly get knocked out without even a second on the clock. Stepping out of his reach, I dance just past his outstretched arm. He tosses a few more jabs in my direction, no doubt judging my skill, and I back away each time his fist comes toward me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Josette offer a man in the crowd a warm smile, and it’s enough to distract me for the second my opponent needs to land a punch on my jaw. Stumbling backward, I right myself just before he advances for his next combination and take advantage of
Taking a few more deep, calming breaths, I step ahead of Garrett and make my way to the gate. Walk up the small staircase, drop my hoodie and earbuds into Garrett’s open palm, and step into the fenced octagon. The moment I’m inside, I go to my corner and wait for my opponent. The crowd lights up like the Fourth of July when he steps into sight and I watch him strut out with more confidence than he should have, his ego-boosting posse not far behind. Then, just before he enters the cage with me, his gaze fixes on Josette and instead of going to his designated area he stalks toward her like a lion advancing on his prey.
I flex my fingers into a fist, doing it a few times until I know the circulation is working properly. Shaking out the nerves, leaving only anger and frustration, and of course too many hormones and a dick begging for one girl and one girl only, I bounce up and down on the balls of my feet and pump my arms. I can only imagine how great it’s going to feel to have his neck in the crook of my elbow as I choke the life out of him. I had a similar feeling when I was in the cage with Colt, but these feelings…nothing at all like I’ve felt before. This guy—he’s a dead man walking.
With us on opposite sides of the cage, the ref enters and chats with the other guy, Jasper, for a moment before making his way over to me. “I want a clean fight. I trust you know the regulations. We are recording for local access.” He runs down his expectations and I nod as I pop in my mouth guard.
Josette and the other girl both grab signs with the number one written on them and begin to prance around the outer edges of the mat, inciting catcalls from the crowd. She nears me, the small black top pushing her ample breasts higher than usual, her hair resting just above her ears, and the tiniest shorts known to man hugging her hips in the most delicious way. When she’s only a foot away, she tosses me a sexy little wink and steps even closer.
“When you win, I have a little present for you,” she slyly flirts and walks away, stepping out of the cage with the other girl. Probably the last thing I needed to hear. I’m already on edge, and her little comment has me on the verge of tossing her over my shoulder, forfeiting the fight, taking her to the locker room, and exploding.
Yeah, I’ve got something for you, too,
I think, and stop myself from grabbing my groin and thrusting my hips in her direction out of instinct.
When I meet my opponent in the center of the cage, the ref checks our taped hands. We touch them together and the bell rings so quietly I almost miss it, and nearly get knocked out without even a second on the clock. Stepping out of his reach, I dance just past his outstretched arm. He tosses a few more jabs in my direction, no doubt judging my skill, and I back away each time his fist comes toward me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Josette offer a man in the crowd a warm smile, and it’s enough to distract me for the second my opponent needs to land a punch on my jaw. Stumbling backward, I right myself just before he advances for his next combination and take advantage of
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