Chapter 13
The other day, Matt spewed all of Ryker’s business and how the MMAT knuckleheads are denying him any chance to get into the pros because of what happened. That sparked something inside of me. Something manly. Something…fuck it. I can’t explain it, but even so, I object to their decision for him protecting what’s his. He’s a man, doing what men do, and for them to think it should be any differently, well that doesn’t settle well with me.
Matt inadvertently, with much subtle coaxing, dropped everything I needed to know about Ryker’s gym. And here I am, checking my “cool” at the door and stepping into it with balls of steel. Who the hell knows where this will lead.
His gym is clean but smells like a man runs it, or at least this part. Matt said it was a two-part deal and Ryker’s was the back. It’s full of every MMA fighter’s needs, kept up, and ready for use.
Whitney’s arms are wrapped around his neck and I’m about to interrupt their sweet little precious moment with a flood of confusion.
Ryker spots me and moves Whitney to his side, swelling up. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarls.
Told you. Anger and turmoil splatter his face and I’m certain his pulse just picked the fuck up. He’s ready for war, except I’m not here for that.
“Nice place you got here.” I glance around.
I just tossed all my cards out on the table for Ryker. I’m keeping myself in check even through the animosity, through the bullshit he keeps spewing. We’re both stubborn as fuck. I get it. I’d be leery too if the situation was reversed and he stood in my gym offering help.
Ryker takes a moment to sort through his thoughts. He needs it. It’s a fucked up situation. It also gives me time to recoup and settle my nerves.
“What happens if they don’t take it?” Ryker says with his girl Whitney sitting beside him on the ring.
She’s been trying to convince him to jump on board with me. I don’t have all the answers but a ‘fuck it, let’s try it’ plan is better than lying down and being a bitch about it.
“You coach. Word is coaches can call each other out and land some fun in the ring.” I smirk ‘cause I know I’m lighting the right fuse. No denying he wants a rematch. “Or you can lie down like a pussy and do nothing,” I add just because I’m an asshole.
He shoves off the ring, puffing up his chest as he stalks to me. “I’ve got a ring right here. I can remind you who’ll lie down first.”
Last I remember, I won while everyone watched. “And let the world miss it? Sounds like you’re more worried about a second loss than I thought.”
“You won’t win again,” he replies and I almost burst with laughter. “Maybe we should settle our animosity.”
This time I can’t hold it back and I laugh. “Are you wanting to be my friend now? Sounds like it.”
“Says the man in my gym, trying to convince me to master a plan to get me back.”
Having morals doesn’t make me anyone’s friend. I grin, biting back my remarks.
“What’s the saying? Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?” Ryker narrows his eyes.
I hate the taste in my mouth. “Do I despise your worthless ass? Abso-fucking-lutely. But you’re my only real competition in the sport. I’ve taken a liking to you. You remind me of myself.”
“You basically stated you don’t like yourself.”
I nod because I handed him a compliment and hate myself for giving him the satisfaction. “I did. I can be a nasty motherfucker when I want.” I glance to Whitney whose brown eyes are full of hope and worry. It’s the same look Paige gives me when she wants me to succeed. “Besides, seems we both have some new shine in our lives.”
“I’ll set the meeting up. I’m not happy about this, but it’s worth a fucking try.”
I tip my chin. “No one says you have to be happy.”
I leave, pushing out the door, and take a long and deep as hell breath. “What the hell am I doing?” I sigh, making my way to the car.
I open the door to the hotel room. The sense of emptiness rattles my memories to the days when I used to travel alone, and I miss the hell out of Paige. Times have changed significantly. She’s no longer someone I yearn for and chase. Someone I only dream about.
I grab my phone and call my wife.
“How’d it go? Are you in jail? You didn’t fight, did you?” she rushes out in a panic.
I belt out a laugh. “Take a breath, Sunshine. All went fine.”
She sighs in relief and I can picture her sinking back into the couch. “Did he take the offer?”
“Sounds like it. He’s got to set up the meeting and get back with me.”
“When are you coming back home?” she asks.
“Why? You missing me?”
“Don’t act like that empty hotel room isn’t making you think of me,” she states with so much sass my dick twitches.
“What are you wearing?” I ask dropping my voice low. I used to always try to get her to have phone sex with me while I traveled, but I could never get her to cross over.
She hums and then softly giggles. “Oh no you don’t.”
I hit the video call and hear her titter before switching it. Her hair is pulled back and she’s wearing… “Is that one of my shirts?”
Her face crumples. “Nooo.”
“You do miss me,” I say. “You wear it while playing with yourself?”
“Levi,” her hiss titters.
“So you were saying something about missing me and desperate to feel my dick. Go on. Continue.”
She bites her lip. “I’m not doing that.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had to beg for it,” I tell her.
“Come home and you won’t have to beg.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me. What will you do to me?” I ask.
She narrows her eyes. “I’m not falling for that.
I pull my hard dick out and lower the camera for her to see me stroke it. “See what you’ve already started?”
Her eyes are frantically darting around.
“Will you start when I walk through the door?” I ask, my voice thick as I grasp my dick.
“When you get home, you’ll see. You need to wait on me,” she says.
I give her a pointed stare, lowering my brow. “Either I’m jacking off to your face right now, or I’ll be handling it in the shower.”
Her teeth scrape her lip. “What will you be thinking of in the shower?”
“Fucking you, bent over the couch…”
Her green beauties glaze over. Yeah. My wife loves my dick. What’s not to love? It delivers exceptionally every damn time.
“Sounds like you need to hurry home.”
I chuckle, tucking him back under my shorts. “I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon.”
“I’ll be home around three, after my shift.”
I nod and then laugh. “I never thought I’d say this, but I miss this part of traveling. Watching you get all nervous and wound up.”
“All for you to unwind, baby,” she purrs. “I’ve got to go. Holly wants me to go and help her pick out a birthday surprise for Matt. I love you.”
“I love you,” I tell her and we hang up.
Tossing my phone to the table, I look around me. I can’t believe this used to be my life—hotels and phone calls. Before Paige, the rooms would be full of women all very eager to have their way with me. Since Paige, if she doesn’t come with me, they’re empty and I’m always rocking a stiffy eager to have my way with her. If she’s here, well, I’m rocking into her with a stiffy, eager to hear her come for me.
I sigh, resting my head on the back of the couch. My dick throbs to feel her. It’s been a week…no fucking thanks to Mother Nature. Moving my shorts, I pull my dick back out and fist it, stroking it from base to tip and back down.
Images of Paige bent over the couch, her smooth naked skin glistening from sweat, her hair wrapped around my hand, flash behind my eyes. I pump harder. Her ass bouncing off my hips as my rock hard cock sinks into her. The way she pants for me, her mouth parted, her bottom lip a little swollen from biting her moans back.
The pressure builds, rising and falling, spreading from my stomach, through my nuts to my thighs.
She comes for me, crying out my name, her pussy constricting my dick, her body shuddering.
My dick pulses and I grip it tighter, quickening my pace, pumping and imagining Paige’s eyes. Those damn eyes. Full of wild bliss.
I grit my teeth and hiss as I barrel into my climax, nutting so hard, my body cross-fires and seizes as I stroke like a fucking seventeen-year-old virgin.
Dropping my arms to the side, I blink up to the ceiling.
Empty hotel room. Nut on my stomach…
I burst out laughing still a little breathless. “Alone and jacking off. Hello, old life.”
Me: You were fucking amazing.
Paige: No you didn’t?
Me: I’ll show you what you were doing when I get home.