Mick

We get into the locker room area where Crystal’s brothers are getting ready. I want to protest and drag her away, but Boomer told her to come along. Internally I’m burning with rage. The guys are still in tee shirts and their training shorts. Mike winks at Morgan then smirks at me to piss me off. I used to be a fan now I hope he gets knocked the fuck out.

“Fucker, don’t flirt with my sister. She’s not for you.” Damn right she’s not. She’s mine.

“Says the guy with my sister. Now if you all would kindly get the fuck out, so we can prep that would be fucking great,” Mike scoffs, kicking us out.

I’m glad to lead Morgan out of the room when he adds, “Morgan, you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Sorry, handsome, but you don’t want your face pounded in before the fight. These guys are crazy.” Morgan pats my chest and tilts her head toward Boomer.

“I think your brother wants to get his ass dropped. MMA fighter or not, he’s pushing it, Tigress,” Boomer says as we walk out of the locker room.

“I’m sorry, but the testosterone is raging in there. The guys get a little too cocky.”

“Whatever. Let’s just go to our seats already.” It was a pissing contest in there. I don’t know if the fuck is seriously interested in Morgan, but he knew for sure that I am and that shit’s going to get him killed.

“Enjoy the view from the rafters,” Boomer teases.

“For that, you should give us your seats.”

“Yeah, not happening. But nice try. Have fun in the nosebleeds. And Mick, make sure no fuck touches her.” I nod and escort her in the other direction where we have to head up to our seats. Doc and Sammie are meeting us up there. Doc is pissed because Sophia is with her family and there aren’t enough seats for him.

Before we make it to the main seating entrance, I stop in the hallway under a stairwell and turn her toward me. “Are you trying to drive me fucking insane?” I ask her, letting a low growl escape. I’m trying to keep my composure, but I’ve never been so jealous in my life. No one was even half naked, but those fucks are bad ass, and well they’re not much different than me.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” she lies. Her eyes give her away.

“Morgan. I know what you want and trust me…soon you’re going to regret asking for it.”

I want to kill every single man in this place. What Morgan’s got on is sexy as fuck, and everyone is noticing. She’s in a tight top that is showing her midriff every time she moves and a pair of tight jeans that hug her body. I’m growly and ready to commit murder. I’ve never hated MMA before now. Today’s that damn day. Both Crystal’s brothers have been huge stars in my eyes until they met Morgan. They smile at her then give a wink, and that’s enough for me to lose my shit. I’ll make sure that they know their place when no one was around. MMA fighters or not, I’m not losing Morgan.

It’s just me and her up in this area since the whole group got separated. I slide my hand on the small of her back, subtly letting anyone eyeing her know she’s mine. I’m at my fucking breaking point. “Mickey boy, you’re risking a lot by touching me.”

“You’re going to get fucking spanked for calling me that,” I whisper harshly in her ear. She shivers and releasing a moan while rolling her ass upward. I slide my hand onto it and squeeze. “Keep this shit up, and you’re going to be pregnant by the end of the night.”

“My body is begging for your baby,” she whispers back. I stand there with my mouth open in shock because my dick has all my brainpower at the moment. I shake myself out of the vision of her begging for my kid, only to see her head down toward the exit. As I make my way to her, I lose her for a split second in the crowd. Some fat, drunk asshole steps in my way, shouting that he could take me. He’s about to meet the ground when his friend pulls him back.

“Sorry, man. Beer balls,” his friend apologizes for the fuck. He’s lucky there’s a shit load of security because I would have dropped his ass before he got two words out.

I ignore it all because I have to find my woman. I step out into the concession area. She’s easy to spot but thank fuck Doc and Sophia are standing with her. Doc looks pissed when I get there.

“About time. Keep an eye on this one. All these fucks got eyes that need to be blackened.” His words aren’t just for me. He’s pissed because Crystal’s sister Sophia is attractive, and all the swinging dicks filled with testosterone are not fucking blind. She’s not his, though. Morgan is mine, and I will kill a motherfucker if they touch her.

“What the hell was that shit about?” I murmur angrily against her ear. I’m so ticked off and hard at the same time. My cock pulses painfully digging into my zipper. I want to toss her over my shoulder then head back to the hotel. Forget the tat shop; I’ll fucking start my own somewhere else. Morgan’s all that matters. I know it’ll cost me a lot because she’s supposed to be off-limits, but she’s mine. I don’t care anymore. I’m not waiting. She’s sexy as hell, and motherfuckers eye fuck her in my presence. That’s the proverbial last straw.

The fights seem to go on forever, but I text Boomer from Morgan’s phone. Feeling like shit. Some asshat spilled beer on me. Calling it a night. Have fun.

He messages right back. Okay. Make sure Mick walks you up. Don’t care if he misses the fight.

I’ll tell Mickey. Goodnight.

“What are you doing?”

“What I should have done months ago.” I take her hand, stuffing her phone in my back pocket and lead her to our hotel. She squeals as I throw her over my shoulder. I don’t set her on her feet until we’re in the elevator. I grab her around her upper back with my fingertips skimming the edge of her breasts, then flip her so her legs are straddling my hips and her back is up against the elevator wall. I crush my mouth to hers. Morgan moans, tipping her head back as brush my lips along her pulse. The elevator pings, stopping me from going farther. I lift her away from the wall and carry her to my room.