Back at our hut, I was going bonkers. I hadn’t been this mad since I lost my only fight, years ago.

“Those fucking Zoreto gobshites,” I huffed, running my hand through my hair as I paced back and forth outside of our place. I’d about leapt across the table and grabbed that Zoreto piece of shit by the throat when they’d told me the news, no exaggeration. Maybe the only thing that stopped me was the fact that Crystal was sitting across from me and I didn’t want her to see a man torn to shreds in broad daylight. As it was, the villagers who were walking by us were gawking at me, and I couldn’t blame them. I was yelling so loudly; my voice could probably be heard on the other side of the island.

“It’ll be okay,” Crystal spoke softly, trying to pace back and forth with me. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Figure something out? What are we going to figure out? That was the whole point of this bloody tournament! I put all my goddamn eggs in this basket, and it was going smooth as a baby’s bum until those feckin’ areshole cunts spoofed us so they could have a tax-free business expense of a vacation! They banjaxed the shit out of us, and I can’t feckin’ calm down.”

“Are you speaking English right now?” Crystal snapped back, and it dawned on me that in my tizzy, I’d just spat out a whole bunch of Irish slang. It tended to happen when my temper kicked in.

My chest heaved with anger and tension. I was so worked up I was sweating. Crystal, though, just stood there in the sun, her eyes wide, jaw open as she stared at me. Part of me felt like running to the edge of the island and maybe jumping the hell off the cliff, but then I wouldn’t get to see her sexy smile again. Or those legs. Feck. Worked up as I was, my dirty mind still raced with thoughts of her.

She crossed her arms and took several steps toward me, focusing her blue eyes at me and squinting through the bright daylight.

I get it, Connor.” Her voice took on an authoritative tone. “You think I’m happy that I just spent a full fucking month working toward a golden egg that turned out to be hollow? Yeah, it sucks. I wouldn’t have come here if I would have known those guys were going to turn out to be a bunch of spoofing gobshites.”

Through my haze of rage, I couldn’t help but quirk up one of the corners of my mouth when I heard my debutante say those words. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself, but shit, I was still bleeding mad.

“Let’s just get inside so I can change out of this feckin’ monkey suit.” I tugged at my collar. Who was I kidding anyway? I wasn’t some corporate businessman fit to wear an expensive suit. I was just some poor thug from Ireland who’d tricked the whole world. If I belonged anywhere, it was the ring.

Inside our cabana, I quickly undid the buttons, huffing with each one. I’d never known it was possible to even undo buttons with rage, but that’s what I did. Once they were off, I flipped my shirt off, too, shucked my shoes and socks and unbuttoned my pants. I threw on a pair of basketball shorts, thinking I might go for a run to shed some of this heat bubbling up inside me again. One hundred million, out the window. Though it wasn’t even the money as much, as what it symbolized. It would have been the biggest deal of any MMA athlete, ever. Plus, the things I could do with that kind of money. I still had a dirt poor family back home. And then there was the dream house I needed to get for my ma.

I spun back around, expecting to see Crystal’s half-dressed pretty ass, but she wasn’t inside. I’d been ruminating so much, I hadn’t noticed if she’d left or where she went.

I looked for my running shoes and practically bounded outside when I had them on. I just needed to see her, get another look at her before I left to remind myself that no matter what happened, I had a smoking hot southern princess at my side. Maybe she was too proper and fancy, and needed ten different pairs of shoes on a weekly basis--so what. I wanted her. Hell, maybe I even loved her. Shit, love. It had been a while since I’d thought about that word.

I was greeted outside by a fresh breeze, and glanced around the outside greenery, wondering where she was. I walked around to the back of the house, and what I saw sent all the blood in my body to my rapidly engorging cock.

Crystal kneeled in the dirt, in a pair of denim short shorts, gym shoes, and a tank top, no bra. I could tell from the way her tits dangled straight down. I’d been so focused on training these last months, it hadn’t even fully registered with me that she’d started a garden behind her house--I honestly had just thought it was the neighbors tending to it.

Feck, she even had on one of those visors, and even that looked sexy on her. Where the hell did she get that thing?

I grinned, and looked to either side of the house. Even though we were outside, we were completely alone. Crystal was on her hands and knees, literally getting dirty.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached my hand into my shorts and stroked myself. I loved the way her body moved and shifted when she was practically naked in those short denim things. And she wore flip flops, not a pair of those damn designer shoes that did nothing for me, other than the fact that they were fun to rip off.

This was the Crystal I wanted. Sure, she could play up a show in public, dress to the nines in fancy outfits and stay in touch with the latest fashions, but the truth for me was I didn’t care about any of that. I wanted her just like this.

With all the fury coursing through my blood right now, I didn’t just want her right now. I needed her like I needed my heart to pump.

“Princess,” I croaked. Her eyes went wide when she spun around and saw me staring at her like a creep, with my hand down my shorts.

“I didn’t know you were out here,” she responded, standing up.

“I didn’t even realize you were a feckin’ farmer extraordinaire,” I quipped back, gesturing toward the nice little crop of two-week-old saplings she’d planted. “Tomatoes, eh?”

“I needed something to do to let out the stress when I hated you,” she shrugged.

I stepped toward her and we met on a grassy patch, nearly touching. I still had my hand down my shorts. “And what about when you stopped hating me?”

She took her gloves off one at a time, all the while not losing my eye contact. I’d trained her well.

She shrugged. “Then I needed something to do when I wasn’t fucking you.”

I grinned, and for a moment my worries about my career melted away. Christ, I was the luckiest man on earth. She splayed her hand on my chest, and her touch lingered for a moment on the phoenix tattoo which was sketched across my skin. The tips of her fingers traveled slowly down my abs until they landed on the base of my cock. She gripped over my own hand and started stroking.

“Ah feck, Princess,” I grunted.

She kneeled before me, continuing to stroke me with her hand. “I’ll take things from here.”

Crystal pulled my shorts down and licked around the v where my abs met my hips, teasing me with her tongue. There were so many things I wanted to tell her right now. Things that had been going through my mind that I needed her to know, but all my conscious thought dissolved when she slipped her wet mouth over my cock, taking the first couple of inches, then pulling up. She teased me by gracing just the head of my cock with her hot mouth. I closed my eyes and put my hands on my hips, loving the wet pop her lips made when she lost contact with my hard shaft.

“Come on now, Princess,” I grinned. “Is that all you got?”

I’d meant the words as a joke, but apparently to Crystal, me challenging her blowjob skills was no laughing matter, because with her next bop forward she took me deep in her throat and hummed, sending vibrations that started in my dick and reverberated through my entire body.

All I could do was grunt and grip her shoulders as she impaled herself on my girth. She’d never taken me this deep. I wondered why she’d waited until now to show me the full scope of her talent. In any case, I couldn’t think of a fucking thing other than how fucking sexy she looked--and felt--with her damn nose pressed into my abdomen.

When she pulled her head off my cock, she looked sexy as fuck with a little bit of my precum dribbling down her chin, gasping for air.

“No idea how I just took that much of you,” she breathed.

I gripped her neck and guided her stare toward me so I could see those starry blues. Maybe she was still fighting her feelings for her true nature, so I would break it down for her.

“Because you are secretly the dirtiest southern debutante who has ever graced Easter Island with your presence. Except now, you’re secret’s out. But don’t worry, it’s safe with me. Now come on.”

I tugged her up gently to her feet, and kissed the feck out of her and slipped my hand down her short shorts and between her legs. “Wet as a pacific hurricane already,” I observed, then brought my fingers out with her juices on them. “Take off the shorts,” I added.

As she removed them, I sucked the juices off my fingers that I’d just stole from her. “Your pussy has that sweet southern flavor, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that.”

She looked up from wiggling out of her shorts just in time to see me lick the last of her from my forefingers.

She fluttered her eyelashes. “You have no shame, do you.”

“Shame? I love the taste of my girl. Why would I be ashamed of that?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, a little sheepishly.

I stood there, fucking naked except for my damn running shoes. Crystal had no bottoms on, only wearing the earthy brown tank top with no bra. Her nipples revealed just how turned on she was in this moment, and my hard cock did the same to showcase my own horniness. I didn’t know if this was the right time, or place, but I needed to say the words.

“Princess, I feckin’ love you,” I growled. I put my hand on the flesh of her hip and grabbed hold of it.

“You...what?” Her eyes were wide with surprise.

“You heard me. I love you. You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you. And I’m not letting you go.”

“Oh, my God, Connor,” she drawled in an accent that was notably more southern than she normally used. I wondered if she’d reciprocate my statement, but right now, I didn’t have time to worry about it. I’d sprung it on her in the middle of a fuck, and maybe she needed time to process.

I reached my hands around her waist, palming her ass and bringing her into my body. My cock was still hard and it flopped against her thigh. “Just needed to get those words out. We can talk more about what they mean later. For right now, though, there’s something else important that needs to happen.”

I picked her up by her thighs, and she let out a yelp. “Yes, do it,” she egged me on, which amused me because she had no idea what was going through my mind. I carried her several feet to a grassy patch nestled in between a couple of trees, and set her down.

“Shirt. Off.” I commanded.

She took it off, and I threw off my shoes and socks. I looked down at her from above as she lay on the earth with those glorious tits of hers out and ready to be held while I fucked her cunt senseless.

“Please, fuck me already,” she murmured, and I kneeled on the grass to oblige her.

I took her legs up to my shoulders and slapped her clit a few times with my cock so I could get it nice and wet with her juices. She moaned a little with each hit. Finally, I pushed inside her hot cunt, staring into her eyes as I did. I eased in at first, so accustomed to what she wanted. What her pussy needed. She placed her hands on my hips to guide me as I worked my way in.

She was so wet it didn’t take long before I was pounding every inch of her womb, destroying that cute little slit with my cock. From the way she screamed, I knew she loved it too. I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her legs further into her body, totally engrossed in her.

I wanted everything about her, and I loved everything she did when we were in the act. The way she rocked her hips just so, in tune with my rhythm. How she gently held her hands on my sides while I slapped her legs with the full force of my hips. How she tightened her cute little cunt--whether it was voluntary or involuntary--around my girth while I pumped into her. And especially, how she cooed and whimpered in my ear. Something about her angelic little voice turned me into a madman, made me fuck her with a rapidity some people probably thought was insanity. Maybe it was insane how much I loved her cute little whimpers, shit.

I wrapped my hands around her thick ass as I drove deep into her. Her pussy tightened and her delicate whimpers morphed into shrieks, signaling she was on the brink of coming.

“God, I love it when you howl like that. Fucking come. Come all over my cock, Princess.”

I fucked her with every ounce of energy I had, and for better or worse, all the fucking rage that had welled up inside me, all the frustration, was channeled into how hard I fucked her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and grunted and groaned as she came.

“Yes, Connor, oh God I’m so tight right now.”

I moved her legs off my shoulders, and her toes pointed straight up in the air. I gasped for air as I ransacked every inch of her wet cunt. Dipping my head down toward her neck, I licked and sucked her hard nipples, even using a bit of my teeth to give them a light bite.

“Connor!” She shrieked. Her eyes were hazy with need.

“What?” I grumbled as I continued to plow into her.

She grabbed hold of my hair and pressed her cheek to mine before she whispered in my ear: “Harder.”

Hearing Crystal’s throaty whisper put me over the edge. My orgasm built, and my cock twitched with the coming flood that was about to shoot into her.

“Where should I come.”

“Come on my tits,” she moaned, arching her body back. “I want to see how much you come.”

I pulled out of her and kneeled by her side, stroking my length using her juices. She pressed her boobs together and focused her eyes on my cock as I shot rope after rope onto her chest.

When I was done, she smiled. “That was a feckin’ lot,” she spoke in her best Irish accent.

“You bring it out of me,” I added. As she lay propped up on her elbows, I reveled in how dirty this classy girl was once she was unleashed. I’d corrupted her, and now she was all mine.

* * *

It was mid-afternoon, but it might as well have been night with the stars I was seeing. I stroked Crystal’s inner thigh as we lay in the grass, catching our breath.

“Hey,” Crystal cooed, propping herself up on her elbow. She looked like one of those damn roman statues next to me, her body radiating from the orgasms we just had.

“Hey yourself,” I imitated back. She scooted her body closer to mine, so that we were both on our sides, our legs draped over each other. I put a hand on her waist, and ran it back and forth from her ass up to her side, and back down again.

“You said something pretty big back there, before we got started with that romp.”

“I know. I meant it. I love you.”

She swallowed.

I stared at her for a second, searching her face for hints as to her hesitation. I gripped her chin, and brought her lips to mine for a kiss.

We kissed like that for minutes, a notable delicateness present after how fiery the sex had been.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a pounding on the door of our cabana. I figured it would go away, but it didn’t.

“I’m going to see who’s interrupting our session. You need anything?” I said as I stood up.

“Maybe some water.”

“You got it.”

I grabbed my basketball shorts, which were in some odd part of our backyard, and threw them on.

The pounding on the door was incessant. Who the fuck would it be? I’d mostly kept my distance from the locals this time, not like I had before when I’d lived here five years ago.

I was grinning, still on my post-sex high, but when I opened the door my smile dropped right off my face.

My old fling Marta stood there, a big smile on her face, her black hair hanging to her shoulders. At her side stood a little boy, probably four or five years old.

“Hello Connor!” she spoke English with a heavy Islander accent. Her tone was cheery. Of course I recognized her. But that was another time. Another life.

“Marta. Hi. Can I help you?”

“You can.” She smirked in an almost triumphant manner, and to be honest it scared me.

“With what?” I scrunched my face up.

“This little boy is your son. About time you started acting like it.”