Chapter 19
I’m running on fumes as Daniel and Flynn push me like a fucking madman. They’ve thrown everything in the books at me. It’s been a long and grueling week, but it’s my last day of training before heading off to demolish Ronnie Lascher. Coaches are making sure I remember what I want—the championship, the pros, the pay. It’s my turn to have it all. I’m ready and I’m not fucking it up again.
I’m padded up along with my sparring partner. This guy…he fucking knows what the hell he’s doing and is giving me a damn good run for my money. It’s welcome since Daniel keeps putting me with the little squirts.
I rush Dustin, about to slam his back to the mat when Daniel shouts from behind me. “Keep it off the mat. I want you both to stand up for this one.”
“Make up your damn mind,” I respond with annoyed humor. “First you want me on the mat to stay away from Lascher’s unorthodox little man hands and now you want me to stand.”
“I want you to win,” Daniel replies.
I face him placing my hand out to him. “Hi. I’m Ryker. It’s nice to meet you.”
By his expression, he’s not impressed.
I shake out my arms. “It’s good to know you’re on the same page as me now.”
He shakes his head not giving into an ounce of the humor. “People are expecting you to be out-strategized. Lascher’s been in the game, fighting against the big names longer than you have.”
“Sounds like you have no faith in me, coach,” I jest. Don’t get me wrong. Daniel ferociously has belief in me.
“You know better than that,” he says.
“And if he’s so great and has fought the big names, then why is he still in the MMAT and not running amok with the pros?” I smirk smugly and then wave my hand dismissingly. “I’m not worried. Neither should you be. I got my taste of losing. It’s a drink I refuse to try again.”
I love getting under his skin. I’m like the little brother he’s happy he doesn’t have. I’m his Kyce.
“Get rested up,” he says. “Flight leaves nine a.m. Thursday.”
I shower, change, and spruce the fuck up because I’m taking my girl out tonight. She’s dealt with minimal attention this week, so I’m ready to lavish her. I push out of my locker room and spot Kyce walking through the door.
“If it isn’t little dick.” He grins.
“Staring at yourself in the mirror again?” I quip.
He laughs. “You’re all dazzling. Taking Whitney out?”
I nod. “Yeah. Gonna take her to the drive-in.”
His head falls forward and he laughs again. “The fifties are calling.”
I punch his arm. “Don’t be hateful because your jealous. Where have you been anyway?”
“Jackson’s had me working massive over-time. Alan’s wife had the baby and he’s taken a few weeks off.”
“You’re still coming to the fight?”
He tightens his expression. “Have I missed any so far?”
“Just checking. I’ll really need your ass this time. Whit’s coming.”
His expression morphs into surprise.
“It’ll be her first go around. She’s worried sick and sucks at hiding that fact from me.” I chuckle. “I’ll need you to stick with her during the fight.”
“Great. I’ve been demoted to babysitting. When’s the flight?” he asks.
I look down to my watch, dismissing his stupid ass comment, and start past him. “Thursday morning. It’s only an hour flight. I’ll scoop you up on the way to the airport.” The last bit is shouted from over my shoulder. I’m not going to be late to grab Whitney.
She’s in a white tank top type blouse, a tight teal and pink skirt with tribal designs on it and tan strappy heels. Her hair is in a messy bun thing with locks cascading around her face. Instant hard-on.
“You look stunning,” I drool.
She beams. “Like a distraction?”
“That’s an understatement.”
She hooks her arm into mine and we walk to my truck. After helping her in, I drive to the restaurant and tell her to sit still as I hop out and run in to get the order.
I place it in the back seat and take off to my destination. I’ve done my best to keep it all a surprise. The payment will be her face when it lights up. Happily surprised is priceless.
I turn off the paved road and onto the dirt drive leading up to the green ticket booth.
“A drive-in?” she squeaks out giddiness.
Her eyes are wide with her smile shining in them. That. That right there is why I do what I do.
“Ever been?” I ask.
“No, but Candice has gushed about this place.”
Points for me.
I let her decide on the movie and then park deep in the back, making sure no one else will be close to us. I tilt the steering wheel up, push up the center console, reach behind my seat, and grab the bag. I place the Chinese containers between us and then reach behind her seat for the cooler, grabbing the bottle of wine I brought for her and the glass.
She giggles. “Seriously?”
“A quiet dinner for two.” I beam.
She looks at everything I’ve laid out, and takes the wine glass. “This is a pretty well thought out plan.”
“Are you envious of my event planning skills?” I tease. “I can always give you tips, but I don’t work for free.”
Her laugh is sweet.
We take our time eating and watching the movie…well, she’s watching the movie. My eyes are on her, saturating my mind with her image.
I don’t eat too much, knowing I can’t blow my shot at fighting vagina face. Whitney took her last bite long ago. Noticing I’m done, she closes the boxes and places them back in the bag, putting it in the back seat before sliding her sweet ass in beside me. She fits there and looks damn good pressed against me.
“When do all the dates end?” she says too melancholic for my liking.
I puff a breath. “Are you wanting them to?”
Her head rubs against my chest as she shakes her head. “I think it’s sweet you continue to impress me after knowing you have me.”
“Is it working? Because I have to keep you around,” I say.
She moves her head to peer up at me. “You realize I’m fine with being at home and doing nothing, right? I’m not out for your—”
“I know,” I cut off her thought. “Don’t overthink it. I like doing this.”
She stretches and kisses the bottom of my jaw. “I love how you have such a tender side.”
Inwardly, I cringe. “It’s weak. You make me weak, but it’s only for you. Don’t expect me to ebb who I am for anyone else.”
“I like knowing I have something no one else has or gets to see.”
I exhale. “You enjoy testing my limits. All the dainty little conversations…”
She pushes up, leveling her eyes on me. “Big macho fighter not like being in touch with his affectionate side?”
The question raises my brow a notch. “You left out sexy.”
“I believe you’re the one who said we balance each other out.”
“I’ve got to bring you deeper into my side. You have an unfair advantage,” I say humorously with a touch of seriousness to it.
“Unfair?” She cracks up. “How is it unfair?”
“Your fucking smile makes me do shit.” I grin.
I’m holding my breath watching her straddle my lap. “Exactly how far do I need to come to your side?” Her eyes are heavy and smoldering, penetrating me.
I drop my head back on the head rest. “How far are you willing to come?
Just like that, the air shifts between us. She slides her hands under the edge of my shirt and drags them up my chest. I lick my lips as she rocks her hips against my hard-on. I don’t move while I watch her.
The thing with Whitney is she has confidence in certain circumstances, but she lacks it in the bedroom. Why? I have no fucking clue. She’s a goddess there.
She presses her palms into my pecs. “I love how strong you are.”
I know what she’s talking about, but I want to test all her limits. “What exactly are we talking about here?” I flex my hips into her.
Her eyes flare with heat. “All of you,” she croons and then nibbles along my jawline. “You’re so sure of yourself. Your body. Your heart.”
She places heavy kisses against my neck and unbuttons my pants. I’m gripping the seat, begging for my hands to allow her to be as greedy as she likes. I watch her spring my cock from its jean-clad hell cage and begin stroking it.
Her grin is impish as she rakes her teeth along her bottom lip and lifts, bunching her skirt up, and placing me right at her entrance.
I snatch her hip, stopping her with a warning glare.
She peers down at me calculated and fully aware of the circumstances. “I’ve been on the pill for years.”
“I’ve never not used a condom,” I admit with anticipation clawing my throat.
“Me neither. Tell me I have nothing to worry about because if you’re going to give me all of you, I want to take all of you.” Her tone has a slight edginess to it.
I don’t tell her but instead give her the answer by pulling her down onto my dick.
Eu-fucking-phoria.
I hiss as she sinks her wet pussy down on me. It’s a charge of excitement, one I wasn’t quite prepared for. It’s an onslaught of raw pleasure spiraling deep in my stomach. She takes all of me, releases a shaky and breathy pant, but then stops, and moves my hands off her.
I flick my eyes to her. “Testing your limits and taking my control are two different animals,” I gruff.
Silky lips brush against mine as she seductively shuts me up. “How much are you willing to test yourself?”
She circles my palms with her finger, keeping completely still on my throbbing cock.
“Please,” she begs with the sweetest, sex-fueled eyes.
“I can’t promise for how long.” I give her the honest answer.
She raises and falls, riding the fuck out of me. And I let her, hypnotized by her fascinating grind, and roll against me.
I’m white-knuckling my seat in a last ditched attempt to let her have the control. She braces her elbows beside my head and takes a long stride, dropping back onto me.
“I love you.” It falls from her lips and cracks part of my restraint.
I fucking love hearing those words from her.
I buck upward. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” she repeats, latching her eyes on me.
She pushes up and gyrates her hips. I slide my hand under the bunched-up fabric and use my thumb to caress her clit. Immediately, her body jerks, and the walls of her pussy clamp around my dick. She starts to bounce with fierce plunges while I work her clit. I push under her bra and pinch her nipple. She drops her head back and moans toward the ceiling.
“You’re so motherfucking breathtaking,” I groan low and coarsely.
I can feel her pulsing around me and she slams her mouth against mine—something she does before she comes. Her breaths are short gaspy whimpers. Her hips work me faster, rising and falling at a frenzied pace. She’s fucking the hell out of me.
“Ryker…” she gasps and it disintegrates all my restraint.
I sit up, gripping her by the back of her neck, and heave her into me.
Savagely, I buck upward. It’s a delicious game of tug of war. Her body constricts and she succumbs to her freefall, digging her nails into the fabric of my shirt against my shoulder blades. My grip around her neck tightens. The instant explosion of adrenaline jolts me, and I surge into her, blinded by the motherfucking blissful light.
“Whit. Fuck. Fuck,” I growl between gritted teeth, jarring into her.
I’m rooted as deeply as I can possibly be, allowing her bare pussy to squeeze me.
She drops, resting her head on my shoulder, still taking short jagged breaths.
A satisfied chuckle fills the cab as I regain my senses. “Being on my side isn’t so bad now, is it?”
“Please tell me no one saw that?” she mumbles bashfully into my clavicle.
“And she’s back,” I laugh.
She moves off me, granting me a beautiful sight of her glistening slickness on my shaft before I tuck him back into my pants. She pulls her skirt back down and buries her flushed face into her hands.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.”
I pull her into my side and crook a finger under her chin tipping her face toward mine. “You. Are. Incredible.” I try snapping her out of her little freak out.
Worry still drowns her eyes, but she smiles, resting her head against my hand. Heaven. I know what that shit feels like now, and I’m already thirsting for more.