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encouragement she gave me just before the fight. Just as I’m about to ask her what my surprise is, Garrett comes back through the door.
“Ahem.” He clears his throat, announcing himself loudly.
Josette jumps out of my arms, straightening her shirt and fiddling with her hair. “Oh, hey,” she innocently says. “I have to go meet Rian, but wanted to tell Cutter congrats on his big win.”
“I’m sure that’s what you were doing.” He jerks his head back, letting her know it’s time for her to leave.
“All right, then,” she says, inching toward the exit. “I’ll see you guys back at the gym. Congrats again, Cutter.”
“Thanks,” I mutter as I grab my bag. “Ready?” I ask, looking at Garrett.
“Not nearly as ready as you, obviously. Let’s go, Casanova. There’s a party in your honor.” Waving his arm wide, he lets me slide past him and teases me the rest of the way down the hall and even after we’re in the car and driving down the road.
—
The gym looks so different at night, but with it packed full of people and dance music blaring, it’s almost a totally different place. Weaving through the throng of swaying bodies, I beeline straight for Rian as soon as I find her in the crowd.
“Looks great, Rian. How’d you pull this together so fast? It’s not even been an hour.”
“Because I’m a fucking rock star. And I knew you’d win before the bell even rang. I’m good at calling them before I see them,” she jokes, handing me a cup filled with punch.
“What’s this?” I ask, sniffing the concoction. It smells like strawberry lemonade, so I risk a drink. The cool liquid hits my taste buds and they cry out for more. “This is delicious.” Nearly finishing the entire cup in the first swallow, I push it back toward her for a refill.
“Slow down there, champ. There’s an entire fifth in this jug even if you can’t taste it,” she warns, giving me seconds.
“Dangerous.” I sigh, drinking this one slower, and pacing myself for the rest of the evening.
In the corner of my eye, Josette pops into view, swaying seductively to the song playing. A few guys step toward her, but she gives them polite smiles and ushers them along. A pack of fighters stands in the opposite corner watching her, damn near drooling over her sensual movements. If I didn’t want her so damn bad, I’d think it was comical.
Her eyes land on me and we have our own silent conversation.
What about that surprise?
Oh, you did win, didn’t you?
No more teasing.
I’ve never teased. Except that one time.
Can I have my gift?
Upstairs?
I nod and walk to the side exit, avoiding Garrett, Rian, and the rest of the people who keep trying to draw me into conversation about my win. I know this party’s a celebration for me, but there’s only one person I want to finish the night off with, and she’s quickly walking toward the same exit.
We don’t even make it through the apartment door before my hands and lips are on her. Without an ounce of resistance, I pick Josette up by the backs of her thighs and carry her into the bedroom. Setting her down at the foot of the bed, I watch her remove every ounce of clothing except for a pair of light pink lacy underwear and the highest damn heels I’ve ever seen a woman wear.
“Surprise,” she whispers huskily.
Chapter 8
Cutter
Climbing on top of Josette, I nestle between her thighs and devour her mouth. I’ve never known just kissing to be this sexy, but each time her breath hitches or her legs tighten around my middle, my cock twitches and the only thing I can think of is being buried inside her. Josette is never like anything I’ve ever had before. She’s the constant exception to the rule.
“We’re still not weird, right? Not falling in love with me or anything, are you?” she asks between pants. Understanding completely what she means—wanting our relationship to stay the same way it’s been, carefree and easy—I nod my head and move my lips down her
“Ahem.” He clears his throat, announcing himself loudly.
Josette jumps out of my arms, straightening her shirt and fiddling with her hair. “Oh, hey,” she innocently says. “I have to go meet Rian, but wanted to tell Cutter congrats on his big win.”
“I’m sure that’s what you were doing.” He jerks his head back, letting her know it’s time for her to leave.
“All right, then,” she says, inching toward the exit. “I’ll see you guys back at the gym. Congrats again, Cutter.”
“Thanks,” I mutter as I grab my bag. “Ready?” I ask, looking at Garrett.
“Not nearly as ready as you, obviously. Let’s go, Casanova. There’s a party in your honor.” Waving his arm wide, he lets me slide past him and teases me the rest of the way down the hall and even after we’re in the car and driving down the road.
—
The gym looks so different at night, but with it packed full of people and dance music blaring, it’s almost a totally different place. Weaving through the throng of swaying bodies, I beeline straight for Rian as soon as I find her in the crowd.
“Looks great, Rian. How’d you pull this together so fast? It’s not even been an hour.”
“Because I’m a fucking rock star. And I knew you’d win before the bell even rang. I’m good at calling them before I see them,” she jokes, handing me a cup filled with punch.
“What’s this?” I ask, sniffing the concoction. It smells like strawberry lemonade, so I risk a drink. The cool liquid hits my taste buds and they cry out for more. “This is delicious.” Nearly finishing the entire cup in the first swallow, I push it back toward her for a refill.
“Slow down there, champ. There’s an entire fifth in this jug even if you can’t taste it,” she warns, giving me seconds.
“Dangerous.” I sigh, drinking this one slower, and pacing myself for the rest of the evening.
In the corner of my eye, Josette pops into view, swaying seductively to the song playing. A few guys step toward her, but she gives them polite smiles and ushers them along. A pack of fighters stands in the opposite corner watching her, damn near drooling over her sensual movements. If I didn’t want her so damn bad, I’d think it was comical.
Her eyes land on me and we have our own silent conversation.
What about that surprise?
Oh, you did win, didn’t you?
No more teasing.
I’ve never teased. Except that one time.
Can I have my gift?
Upstairs?
I nod and walk to the side exit, avoiding Garrett, Rian, and the rest of the people who keep trying to draw me into conversation about my win. I know this party’s a celebration for me, but there’s only one person I want to finish the night off with, and she’s quickly walking toward the same exit.
We don’t even make it through the apartment door before my hands and lips are on her. Without an ounce of resistance, I pick Josette up by the backs of her thighs and carry her into the bedroom. Setting her down at the foot of the bed, I watch her remove every ounce of clothing except for a pair of light pink lacy underwear and the highest damn heels I’ve ever seen a woman wear.
“Surprise,” she whispers huskily.
Chapter 8
Cutter
Climbing on top of Josette, I nestle between her thighs and devour her mouth. I’ve never known just kissing to be this sexy, but each time her breath hitches or her legs tighten around my middle, my cock twitches and the only thing I can think of is being buried inside her. Josette is never like anything I’ve ever had before. She’s the constant exception to the rule.
“We’re still not weird, right? Not falling in love with me or anything, are you?” she asks between pants. Understanding completely what she means—wanting our relationship to stay the same way it’s been, carefree and easy—I nod my head and move my lips down her
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