5 Rounds: An Enemies to Lovers Sports Romance (The Fight Game Book 1)

by Nikki Castle

  At that, Remy chuckles. "Me, too. It feels like he always knows what I'm thinking." Her expression turns thoughtful as she studies my face for a moment. "Right now, he only knows that I've been miserable for the last few weeks. But I think as soon as he sees that I'm happy, he'll understand. That's the only thing he's ever wanted for me, anyway."

  A smile lifts the corners of my mouth at the thought of Remy being happy. But then the first half of her comment hits me and the smile drops from my face. I cup her cheek and gently caress her skin with my thumb. "I was miserable, too," I tell her softly. "I don't ever want to feel that way again. I don't ever want to be without you again. Please tell me I won't have to be."

  She holds my face in her hands and forces me to look at her—forces me to see the raw truth in her expression. "You and I will never go through that again. It's you and me. That's it. We're it."

  I exhale a ragged breath at her promise. I didn't realize how much I needed her to say it until just now, and I feel the grip of uncertainty loosen around my heart. Joy takes its place.

  I lean down to once again press my lips against hers. She returns the kiss eagerly, as if we're using it to seal the promise of "us."

  "I love you," she murmurs against my mouth. I sigh at the perfect sound of those words on her lips.

  "I love you," I tell her. I've never said it to anyone except my mom, and I take the time now to roll the words around on my tongue, testing their weight, checking how they feel. They feel like the greatest words I've ever spoken. When she smiles, I decide I love her happiness just as much as I love the sound of those words coming from her lips.

  I start to kiss her again, and now that the talking seems to be finished, it doesn't take long for our breathing to become ragged and our bodies to start grinding against each other. I groan when she slides her tongue in my mouth.

  But then my phone starts ringing on the other side of the room. I freeze when I recognize the ringtone.

  Remy notices and frowns. "What?"

  "It's my manager." I untangle myself from her and quickly pull my pants on before rushing across the living room to grab my phone.

  "Jimmy, what's going on?" I ask nervously. I glance at my phone screen to see it's almost 11:00. "It's late on a Saturday night. You got a fight for me?"

  "Boy, you are about to fall at my feet and worship the ground I walk on," Jimmy's loud voice sings across the line in his obnoxious South Philly accent.

  My breath hitches. If Jimmy is calling late and sounds this happy, it has to be big news. I can't even respond to his greeting, I'm so nervous to hear what he has to say.

  "Brandon Allen just got injured and had to pull out of his fight in two weeks," Jimmy says softly.

  I frown, racking my brain for that name. "Brandon Allen, isn't he that guy that had that big knockout a few months ago?"

  Jimmy stays silent on the other end of the line.

  I freeze, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. My heart starts pounding.

  "That knockout was on the UFC highlight reel," I whisper. "He's supposed to fight Kevin Holladay in two weeks." I whirl around and stare at Remy, my eyes widening and my heart feeling like it's about to jump out of my damn throat. She looks just as shocked as I feel. "Jimmy, are you telling me you got me a fight in the UFC?!"

  His chuckle breaks through my temporary shock-induced blackout. "I did," he confirms simply.

  "Holy fuck," I breathe. "That's a big fight. Holladay has been in the UFC for a while. He's beat some big names. That's… that's a big fight."

  I can practically hear Jimmy grinning through the phone. "Yup. They're looking for a last-minute replacement and I told them I got just the crazy bastard to make it happen." He sobers and continues seriously, "They've been looking at you for a while. You accepting this fight is your interview into the UFC, kid. Do you want the fight?"

  My eyebrows shoot to my hairline at the ridiculous question. "Please tell me you know me well enough that I don't need to answer that. Did you already tell them yes?"

  "I did," he confirms again. "Get some rest, kid, the biggest fight camp of your life starts tomorrow."

  I stare at my phone in disbelief after our call ends. I think I'm forgetting to breathe but I can't tell because I'm still convinced my heart is going to jump out of my chest. Eventually I raise my eyes to look at Remy.

  She's got a hand covering her mouth as she stares at me with wide eyes. She doesn't speak, just lets me digest the last few minutes at my own pace.

  "I got a fight in the UFC," I whisper finally. "I… I made it. It's finally happening."

  Remy chokes on a sob at my words. I don't know if it's the sheer happiness written all over her face, or me saying it out loud, but it shakes me out of my delirium.

  A massive grin stretches across my face right before I launch myself at her. She shrieks as we tumble back onto the couch.

  "Remy baby, holy shit! I'm in the UFC!" I thump on the cushions, making Remy bounce into the air with uncontrollable giggles.

  I settle on top of her and brush a few strands of hair out of her eyes. She smooths her face into a look of mock outrage. "Speaking of, we need to talk about that," she says seriously.

  The grin slides off my face.

  Her frown deepens and she grips my chin with her fingers. "Just because we're together, doesn't mean 'Remy baby' is now an acceptable nickname."

  I can't help the ridiculous smile that stretches across my face again. "I make no promises." Then after a moment, "So we're together, huh?"

  The corner of her lips twitch. "Well how else am I going to be a WAG?" she teases.

  I growl and reach up to grip her hair, pulling her head back to bare her neck for me to nip. She moans at the sudden contact.

  "And don't think that just because we're together, I'm going to start going easy on you," I murmur against her skin. I pull her hair a little harder. "I'll still spank you when you're being an ass."

  She moans at my words and starts squirming beneath me. I hiss at the feel of her body moving against mine, already feeling my dick getting hard again.

  "I think I'll punish you in the bedroom this time," I growl as I kiss up the length of her neck. When I reach her earlobe, I circle it with my tongue before nipping lightly.

  "Tristan," she whimpers, and it's such a sweet sound that I wonder if it will ever not make me want to fall at her feet and give her the world.

  I quickly stand up and pull her to her feet by the shirt that she put on at some point during my phone call. Sinking my hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, I kiss her as hungrily as I've ever kissed her—like I haven't tasted her enough, and like it'll never be enough. I groan when she deepens the kiss and touches her tongue to mine.

  At the sound, she pulls away suddenly and braces her hands on my chest. "Wait, w-wait."

  I can barely see through the dizzy spell of lust that's wrapped around us; can barely focus enough to hear what she wants to say. I growl and try to tug her lips back to mine.

  She pushes on my chest, more forcefully this time. "Tristan, wait. Shouldn't you call Coach? And Jax? You only have two weeks, right?"

  Since she won't give me her lips, I lean into her neck again. I zero in on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, nipping and sucking happily.

  "It's late," I murmur between kisses. "I'll call them in the morning. Tonight is probably the last time I can focus all my attention on you until the fight and I don't want to waste a second of it thinking about other men."

  I grab her hips and spin her around to face the bedroom, pulling her tight against my body. She shudders when she feels me push my hard length against her, clearly signaling my intentions. "So why don't you stop talking and take your smart little mouth into the bedroom before I busy it with something else." I trace her ear with my tongue before kissing the spot right beneath her earlobe. "Although, now that I think about it, I think I might do that anyway. I’ve been wanting to be rough with you for a while now. Maybe I'll take your ass afterwar
ds, too. I told you I would do that sometime, remember? Would you like to suck my dick and then have your ass fucked, Remy baby?"

  She's so turned on that I can feel her trembling, and the only response she can give me is a desperate whimper. I place one last kiss on her shoulder before gently pushing her toward the bedroom. "I want you naked and on your knees. You have one minute. Go."

  I grin when she practically bolts for the bedroom. I give her a minute to catch her breath and follow my directions, then I slowly make my way into the bedroom.

  25

  Remy

  I'm on my knees waiting for him when he walks into the room.

  The sexiest smirk twitches the corners of his lips, making me squirm in anticipation. I bite my lip and squeeze my legs together in an effort to relieve some of the pressure that started building the second he told me what he wants to do to me.

  It doesn't help. He hasn't even touched me yet and I'm already about to start begging.

  He makes his way across the room and stops in front of me, reaching forward to run his thumb over my lips and forcing me to look up at him. "Remy baby," he murmurs in a deep voice, "how bad do you want to suck my cock right now?"

  My breath catches at his words. I've had guys talk dirty to me before, but never like Tristan. Never in a way that sets my skin on fire and makes me stop breathing.

  "Bad," I breathe. I swallow and try again. "Please… I want you in my mouth. Please."

  I hear him suck in a breath of his own. His eyes blaze with passion and I know he's just as affected as I am.

  He brushes the back of his calloused knuckles against my cheek. "You're so fucking pretty when you beg," he murmurs.

  My gaze drops to his pants, only inches from my face, and my eyes immediately widen when I realize he's already rock hard. I can see his entire impressive length pressed against his black slacks. I squeeze my hands into fists, desperate to reach for him, but also wanting to see where he wants to take this. I lick my lips and squirm impatiently.

  A low growl rumbles through his chest at the sight of my tongue. He must be just as impatient as I am because he quickly strips out of his pants and steps closer to me, gripping his length and tugging slowly. I can't take my eyes off of the sight.

  I feel his fingers curl around my chin and lift my face to look at him. He studies me for a moment, the inferno burning in his eyes, before he leans down and places a tender kiss on my lips. When he pulls away, still bent over and only inches from my face, he whispers, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

  I do as he says without any hesitation. With a final look of appreciation, he spits on my tongue and presses the smooth head of his cock inside my mouth.

  My moan vibrates down his length at the erotic gesture, the manly taste of Tristan mingling with a faint aftertaste of his tequila from earlier. His hips jerk forward at the vibration of the sound. I eagerly take more of him in my mouth, licking the underside of his shaft before wrapping my lips around him and sucking hard.

  "Fuck," he hisses as he grips the back of my head. "You're so fucking good at that. Take me all the way, baby."

  The sound of his desperate command sends another rush of arousal to my core, and I relax my throat so I can take him deeper. I look up when I hear a ragged breath fall from his lips. Sweat is glistening on his skin, dripping down his chiseled abs and reminding me that I’d want to lick every inch of his glorious body if I wasn’t already so invested in what I’m licking now. His muscles strain as he continues to fuck my mouth. The look of pure, male hunger on his face is driving a powerful bolt of lust through my body, drenching me even further and making me want to please him even more. I reach forward to grip his thighs as I take him down to the base, my eyes never leaving his.

  His head drops back with a string of curses, and I feel him grow even harder in my mouth. I hold him deep for a moment.

  He focuses back on me as his other hand reaches down to cup my chin. Between that grip and the one he still has on the back of my head, I'm powerless to move my head as he starts to fuck my mouth.

  I moan happily at the sight of him taking his control back. His look of desperation, of wild passion, is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. I can't stop myself from spreading my thighs and sliding my fingers over my clit.

  He groans at the sight and fucks me harder. My eyes start to water at the intensity, which only makes him crazier. At the sight of a tear rolling down my cheek, he pulls out with a harsh breath.

  "Get on the bed," he growls. "On your hands and knees."

  I scramble to do as he says. I try to look over my shoulder at him but he's already next to me, already pushing my face down to the bed. With his hand on my neck, holding me in place, I whimper at the feeling of his other palm sliding over my ass cheek. And even though I know the slap is coming, it still makes me jump.

  "Look how wet you get when I'm rough with you," he murmurs appreciatively. "You're already drenched and I've barely even touched you." His hand slides over my other cheek. "Tell me, is it being spanked that makes you so wet? Or having your mouth fucked? Or is it knowing that I'm about to take your ass?" Another slap lands on my skin.

  I twist my face into the covers, panting heavily as I spread my legs and arch even harder, desperate for some kind of release. Just his words have me flying toward the edge, and at the first touch I know I'm going to lose it.

  His hand leaves the back of my neck and trails down my spine. I whimper when he reaches my lower back, as he slides further and runs his fingers between my ass cheeks. Just before he touches the puckered entrance, his other slides between my legs and begins gently rubbing my clit. I gasp and push my hips back, begging for more contact, for something to finally fill me.

  I hear his deep chuckle behind me. His touch against my pussy stays the same lazy tempo, but the thumb on my ass starts to slowly move in gentle circles.

  "I'm not usually one for teasing but I can't quite get enough of the sounds you make when you're this desperate for me." His fingers continue at the same slow pace. "I knew the first time I fucked you that we would be the perfect match in bed. Our chemistry is too good. I get off on the power, and I know your strong, independent personality begs to give up your control to me when it’s just the two of us like this."

  He pauses, then removes his hand from my clit. I squeak in protest, pushing back for more, but then I feel him shift his weight and press his lips against my ear.

  "Am I right?" he breathes against my skin. "Do you want me to take control and be rough with you?" He pulls his thumb away.

  I nod, panting, desperate for him to stop teasing me.

  I yelp when his hand drops a slap onto my ass. “I need your words, Remy,” he growls.

  I start panting, wriggling my ass in the air as my desire builds to nearly unbearable heights. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I want you to take control. I want you to be rough with me.”

  Still, he doesn’t give me what I want. What I need. Just as I open my mouth to start begging, I feel his wet thumb slide in my ass.

  "Oh my god, Tristan," I gasp.

  I can practically hear the grin in his voice. "I love when you say my name like that." He straightens and shifts behind me again, his thumb never moving from where it's pressed inside me. When he rubs his cock between my lips, coating himself in my arousal, I think I'll die of anticipation.

  Finally, he presses his head against my entrance. When I try to shift my hips back to take him inside me, he stills me with a firm hand on my waist. To emphasize his point, he drops another slap on my cheek.

  "Don't move," he scolds.

  Slowly, so slowly, he presses inside me. I fist the sheets in my hand in an effort to stay still. It isn't until he's seated all the way that we both exhale a groan of relief.

  Then, his thumb starts to move.

  As he fingers my ass, he also starts to fuck me, increasing his pace with each thrust. His dick and his thumb move in tandem, and I'm held powerless by the orgasm that's already growing so q
uickly inside me. My whole body heats as it rolls toward me.

  "That's it, come for me," he growls as he drives deep into me. "Come all over my cock, baby."

  He pushes his thumb even deeper and the feeling of that is what undoes me. I scream at the force of my release.

  "Good girl," he mumbles as he slows his pace. I vaguely feel him pull out of my ass while my body sags into the bed. But just as I think he's going to give me a moment to catch my breath, I feel something cold replace his thumb.

  "Oh god," I whimper, realizing he just spit on me. He spreads the wetness around and inside of my ass, even as he continues to slowly fuck me.

  "I love that you're so wet right now," he murmurs thoughtfully. "I don't even need to use lube on you. You just came so hard that my dick is already drenched from you." To emphasize his point, he pulls out and slides his length between my ass cheeks, moving easily because we're both covered in my release.

  I turn my face into the bed and fist my hands in the sheets again. I'm desperate for him, for his cock to finally fill me, but I'm also oversensitive right now and a little nervous about his size.

  He must feel me start to tremble because he reaches down to grip my arms and pull me upright so that my back is against his chest. He wraps an arm around my waist and murmurs sweet nothings in my ear as he kisses along my neck, soothing me and giving me a chance to calm down.

  When he feels me steady myself with a deep breath, he plants one last kiss along my jaw before reaching down to press the tip of his dick against my puckered hole. Slowly, gently, he shifts forward to push past the tight ring of muscle.

  I gasp at the feeling. He pauses, giving me a chance to adjust, and then reaches around me to start rubbing circles on my clit.

  That feeling is the perfect distraction. As his fingers make my nerves start to tingle, he gently presses in another inch. And then another.

  I drop my head back against his shoulder with a moan. I grip the arm that's banded around my waist, desperate to cling to something in the onslaught of overwhelming sensations.