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up. The sound of the door opening had him lifting his head. He expected to see Mack walking in, because a confrontation was coming, but he was surprised to see Sunny standing there.
“Hey.” Her smile was small. They had been with each other in the most intimate of ways, but she still acted shy. It was cute as hell.
“Hey, baby.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of red, and he couldn’t help but feel pleasure at the fact his girl reacted to him so thoroughly. “I feel like I haven’t really seen you.” Glimpses at the center and talking to her on the phone sure as hell weren’t the same thing. He stood and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her to him, and their chests pressed together so he could feel every one of her curves. London looked down, saw the generous swells rising up and over the elastic top, and his cock jerked behind his shorts. When he pressed his shaft into her belly, her eyes widened, and her lips parted. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself, and had no intentions of not kissing her. Leaning down and claiming her lips with his, London groaned deeply at the taste of her. She was sweet and slightly salty from working out. It was a dual flavor that turned him on to the nth degree, and he wanted so much more from her. It might have just been a kiss, but when it was her mouth and her tongue, it was so much more. He spun, pressed her against the lockers hard enough to have the sound vibrating through the room, and reached between them to take hold of her breasts. Her answering moan had him feeling braver. Hell, Mack or any of the other guys could walk right through that door and see what he was doing, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.
“London, what if someone comes in?” Her eyes were closed, her head against the lockers, and a look of pure rapture covering her delicate features. Power surged within him. He was the one to put that look on her, to make her so needy she was clenching and unclenching her hands on his biceps. After kissing her like he was a possessed man, he trailed his mouth down the side of her jaw and to her throat. London couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of her neck. She just smelled so fucking good, and her skin was soft and sweet, and he couldn’t get enough. Yeah, he had a thing for this particular part of her body, and it made no sense, but he went with it because it felt really fucking good. It seemed his hips had a mind of their own, because he couldn’t stop thrusting against her. Fuck, he was going to come right in his shorts if he didn’t stop. Right before he could do that, or take this one step farther, the sound of the locker room door slamming against the wall had him lifting his head and staring right into Mack’s enraged face. Breaking away from Sunny and pushing her behind him, he felt his arousal take the backburner as his anger rose up.
“God,” Sunny said softly and rested her head on his back. He knew this had to be hard as hell on her, but no way in hell was he going to let Mack make her feel like she shouldn’t be with him. He may have been with a lot of females, and he may fight illegally to pay his bills, but he cared about her like he had never cared about anyone else.
“I fucking knew it, but I thought you were smarter than this, London.” Mack’s voice was a rough growl, and he took a step closer. London tensed, felt his muscles tighten, and knew that if it came down to it he’d have no problem holding his own with the big fucker.
“Mack, please.” Sunny said from behind London, and when she tried to move around him he held her in place with a hand on her hip.
“Sunny, we warned you countless times that getting involved with a fighter was just a set-up for disaster.” Mack looked at her, and his face softened, which only pissed London off even more.
“Don’t you fucking look at her with pity. In fact, don’t fucking look at her at all.” London was like a territorial wild animal staking his
“Hey.” Her smile was small. They had been with each other in the most intimate of ways, but she still acted shy. It was cute as hell.
“Hey, baby.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of red, and he couldn’t help but feel pleasure at the fact his girl reacted to him so thoroughly. “I feel like I haven’t really seen you.” Glimpses at the center and talking to her on the phone sure as hell weren’t the same thing. He stood and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her to him, and their chests pressed together so he could feel every one of her curves. London looked down, saw the generous swells rising up and over the elastic top, and his cock jerked behind his shorts. When he pressed his shaft into her belly, her eyes widened, and her lips parted. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself, and had no intentions of not kissing her. Leaning down and claiming her lips with his, London groaned deeply at the taste of her. She was sweet and slightly salty from working out. It was a dual flavor that turned him on to the nth degree, and he wanted so much more from her. It might have just been a kiss, but when it was her mouth and her tongue, it was so much more. He spun, pressed her against the lockers hard enough to have the sound vibrating through the room, and reached between them to take hold of her breasts. Her answering moan had him feeling braver. Hell, Mack or any of the other guys could walk right through that door and see what he was doing, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.
“London, what if someone comes in?” Her eyes were closed, her head against the lockers, and a look of pure rapture covering her delicate features. Power surged within him. He was the one to put that look on her, to make her so needy she was clenching and unclenching her hands on his biceps. After kissing her like he was a possessed man, he trailed his mouth down the side of her jaw and to her throat. London couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of her neck. She just smelled so fucking good, and her skin was soft and sweet, and he couldn’t get enough. Yeah, he had a thing for this particular part of her body, and it made no sense, but he went with it because it felt really fucking good. It seemed his hips had a mind of their own, because he couldn’t stop thrusting against her. Fuck, he was going to come right in his shorts if he didn’t stop. Right before he could do that, or take this one step farther, the sound of the locker room door slamming against the wall had him lifting his head and staring right into Mack’s enraged face. Breaking away from Sunny and pushing her behind him, he felt his arousal take the backburner as his anger rose up.
“God,” Sunny said softly and rested her head on his back. He knew this had to be hard as hell on her, but no way in hell was he going to let Mack make her feel like she shouldn’t be with him. He may have been with a lot of females, and he may fight illegally to pay his bills, but he cared about her like he had never cared about anyone else.
“I fucking knew it, but I thought you were smarter than this, London.” Mack’s voice was a rough growl, and he took a step closer. London tensed, felt his muscles tighten, and knew that if it came down to it he’d have no problem holding his own with the big fucker.
“Mack, please.” Sunny said from behind London, and when she tried to move around him he held her in place with a hand on her hip.
“Sunny, we warned you countless times that getting involved with a fighter was just a set-up for disaster.” Mack looked at her, and his face softened, which only pissed London off even more.
“Don’t you fucking look at her with pity. In fact, don’t fucking look at her at all.” London was like a territorial wild animal staking his
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