“Ohhhhhhh” is all I can get out. I don’t ever want him to stop.
Zander shifts in his seat, opening my legs farther, and his hard length hits me just right, it causes me to lose all control. I tumble over the edge, yelling out his name. Zander doesn’t stop rocking his hips until the tremors in my body subside. I lie here with my head on his chest for a few minutes while he rubs his hands up and down my bare back.
Finally, I lean back and look at him with my chest heaving. “Holy shit. Did I just dry hump you? Like, literally dry humped you.” I cover my eyes with my hands. “I’m sorry…I was in the moment and now you probably think I’m—”
He cuts me off before I can finish.
“Baby…hey, look at me.” I hesitantly look up at him from beneath my eyelashes. “That was fucking hot,” he says. I look down, still embarrassed I got so out of control. I barely know him, for crying out loud, and the last thing I want is to come off as desperate.
He puts his forehead to mine. “You don’t ever need to feel embarrassed around me. You taking what you needed from me was sexy as hell.” He places small kisses along my cheeks, and they heat beneath his touch.
I grab my sweater from the back seat and jump over the console. I turn to him and look shyly in his eyes. “Tonight was great, Zander. You definitely passed the challenge. Are you for real?”
“Oh baby, I’m real…and don’t think it will ever end. A woman like you…you’re different, and you deserve all the hearts and flowers. Whatever the fuck that saying is.” He chuckles. “What time do you get off work tomorrow?” he asks while tucking a stray hair behind my ear.
“I open, so I’ll be out by seven.”
He leans over the console and plants a quick kiss on my swollen lips. “I’ll be there to pick you up.”
I nod my head in a daze as I open the door. As I’m getting, out I feel a smack on my ass. I yelp out loud and turn to find him staring at me with such hunger in his eyes that it makes my legs tremble. I just had an amazing orgasm, yet the ache between my legs returns with a vengeance.
I blow him a kiss, and in return, I receive a crooked smile. In true gentlemen fashion, he waits until I get in the house before he drives away. With a smile I can’t wipe off my face, I walk into the living room and find Ashlyn sleeping on the couch. When I shut the TV off, she starts to stir.
“How was your date?” she asks groggily.
I sigh. “I’m in so much trouble, Ash.” She gives me a knowing smile before I head down the hall to my bedroom.
I’ve just finished taking off my shoes when my phone chimes with a text message. My heart begins to race because I’m almost certain I know who it’s from.
My Sexy Fighter: Sweet dreams, beautiful. xx
I’ve barely known this guy for 24 hours, and I already feel myself falling for him. It makes me nervous, especially since there’s a whole other side to his life I know nothing about. I read about insta-love in books all the time, and sometimes I scoff at it. The thought of two people meeting and feeling an insane connection they’ve never felt before is irrational. It’s so stereotypical and not logical at all. Then I remember the jolt I felt in my arm the first time we touched. Goddamn, my life’s a fucking romance novel!
I send him a goodnight text back and lie in my bed.
How did I get here? I’m just a bar owner from Massachusetts, and dating a celebrity fighter doesn’t happen to girls like me. I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve this, but I’m going to enjoy him and soak this up as much as I can, for as long as it lasts.
CHAPTER 6
I haven’t seen Zander since our gym date three days ago, and I didn’t get to see him the following night because his mom needed his help. Since then, our schedules haven’t matched up because he’s busy training and I’m working nights. Texting each other like crazy has gotten me through not seeing him again, and I’m actually learning quite a bit about him. Rolling over to stretch, I get that familiar tingle on the back of my neck and roll my eyes.
“What the hell, Ashlyn? Knock on the door every once in a while,” I mumble. I don’t know why I even bother. On the mornings we run, I always find her in my room, ready to wake me up.
“Whatever. I came to tell you I can’t go this morning. I woke up feeling like shit, so I have to skip.” She looks horrible. It must be a migraine; when she overdoes it, she always ends up with one, which is her body’s way of saying slow the hell down. I know the drill. A little R&R for the day will fix her right up.
“Do you need me to do anything?”
“Can you actually run to the store and get me some soup and Gatorade?”
“You’re lucky I love you. Let me throw some clothes on, then I’ll walk to the store.” She comes over and gives me a hug. “You’re my bestest friend ever! You can take my car.”
I shake my head and get ready. I’m used to walking everywhere to reduce my carbon footprint. Everything I need is in walking distance, and if I need to go somewhere far, I use Ash’s car. The store isn’t that far, and if I’m not running, this will count as my exercise.
I throw on some yoga pants and a tank top. It’s 7:30 a.m., so I’m not trying to impress anyone. There will barely be anyone up at this time, let alone at the store.
I walk the eight minutes to the grocery store and grab a cart. As I’m going through the aisles, I pick up a few things I need as well. When I reach the cash register, I’m really wishing I took Ashlyn’s car. Walking home with all these bags will make the short trip feel like 15 miles.
I’m all loaded up like a pack mule and about five minutes into my journey home when a familiar black truck pulls up next to me. Zander hops out and runs around to grab my bags.
He ducks down and kisses my cheek. “What on earth are you doing, baby? You could have called me for a ride to the store.”
I explain how I only went for Gatorade and soup for Ashlyn but forgot I needed some things as well.
“Where are you going anyway? It’s still pretty early,” I say, jumping up in his truck.
“I was heading home from my workout. Lucky for you, this is my route.” He closes my door, walks around, and slides in on his side. Starting the truck, he reaches over for my hand and links our fingers together.
“Wait, you already finished your workout? What time do you start?” I ask, flabbergasted.
“My first workout of the day starts at 5:30 a.m. I usually go for a run, then do some weight training. My next session usually starts around noon. That’s the intense workout.”
“Damn, when you said early I assumed you meant at nine or ten.” We laugh as he pulls into traffic.
He drives to my house without needing any directions, even though he’s only been there in the dark. Before we get out, he asks me if I want to get some breakfast with him after, and I agree. I haven’t seen him in a few days, and breakfast sounds perfect. We bring all the groceries in, and I put them away before checking on Ashlyn to make sure she’s okay. When I tell her I’m leaving for a little bit, she mumbles her understanding into the pillow before she starts snoring again. Laughing, I close her door and head back out to Zander.
“Okay, I’m all yours,” I say as I grab my bag.
Coming up to me, he pulls me into a hug and rests his hands on the small of my back. I look up at him as he lowers his head and places his lips on mine. It’s a brief kiss, but it still has a crazy effect on me.
“Good morning, baby, now get that fine ass in my truck.” Dropping his hands to my ass, he squeezes, then lets me go. I feel like I’m walking on air as we make our way outside.
I can’t help but smile. Best morning ever.
***
We drive for five minutes before we pull into a driveway and park in front of a big, sage green colonial with a three-car garage. I look at the house in front of me; it’s beautiful and not at all what I would picture a rich fighter owning. I was expecting a driveway filled with Ferrari’s, golden lion statues next to the front door and at least five thousand mor
e square footage. I look over to Zander with a puzzled expression on my face.
“I guess I should have mentioned I want to cook you breakfast…at my house,” he says with a shy smile. I smile back and give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
After exiting his truck and making our way up the walkway, we head through the door. He steers me into the kitchen and has me take a seat on a stool at the island. In my quick perusal, I notice that the place is sparsely furnished and has no décor on the walls at all. Definitely a guy’s house, I think to myself. I watch him as he starts moving around the kitchen and begins to work his magic.
“You know I can’t eat anything good. I usually make myself a veggie omelet, if you’re good with that? Or I can make you something else.” He has a huge smile on his face as he says it, like he’s proud to show me his cooking skills.
“I’m fine with that. I hold my food to a high standard. Are you sure you’re up for the challenge?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m always up for a challenge around you, baby.” He faces the counter and begins to crack eggs and chop up some veggies.
“Then by all means, wow me with your cooking skills, Mr. Cage. Just know, Ashlyn is a chef, so I’m a tough critic.” I try to keep a straight face and fail miserably, letting out a huge smile.
Ten minutes later, he places the omelet in front of me. It smells absolutely delicious, and I dive in and take a bite, moaning as it hits my tongue. I go in for another bite, then another. He gives Ashlyn a run for her money when it comes to this freaking omelet. I make a note to mess with her later. Ash will end up making me omelets all week to try and sway me. She’s competitive like that, and I’ll just have to suck it up and deal with a fresh breakfast every morning.
I look up and notice he hasn’t taken a bite. “Is there something wrong with yours? I have to say, this is the most delicious omelet I’ve ever had. Who thought veggies could be so delicious? I’m more of a bacon and cheese girl myself.” I’m babbling because the way he’s looking at me is making me anxious.
“The sounds you make when you’re eating...” He stops, shaking his head. “I’m so fucking turned on.” I glance down at his pants, and he is definitely sporting some wood. I cover my face with my hands, feeling a blush creep up my face.
“Oh, my god! Ashlyn tells me I sound like I’m having sex when I eat. I told her she was full of shit. I can’t believe it’s true. I’m so embarrassed!”
I hear him start to laugh.
“No more noises, otherwise I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Deal?”
“Deal. No more noises will be coming out of me ever again.”
“You’ll be making them again, but the next time I hear those noises, you won’t be the one eating.”
I start to fan myself as he bursts out laughing. When we’re done eating in companionable silence, I get up, grab his plate, and walk over to the sink to clean them.
“Whoa there, nobody said you have to clean. I just wanted to feed you, Savvy. Step away from the sink.” He sounds like a police officer, and it makes me laugh.
“I was raised in a house where if you cook, you don’t clean, so just give me a minute.” I hear him groan. “It’s only two plates, not an entire holiday meal.” I turn back around to the sink and turn the water on.
Zander walks up behind me and wraps his hands around my waist as he presses his front to my back. I feel every inch of him through his sweatpants. He whispers in my ear, “I’m so glad I found you. You’re a breath of fresh air.” He kisses my neck and walks away, leaving me shivering and missing his touch.
When I finish the dishes, I leave the kitchen and find him in the living room, sitting on the couch watching TV. He’s watching a sports channel that has a picture of him and another guy on the screen, and people are talking about them. I go and sit next to him as he picks up the remote to shut it off.
“What was that?” I ask him. He looks at me with slight agitation.
“That guy on the screen next to me, that’s Julio Alverez. My opponent. He was apparently trash talking me last night while he got held up by some paparazzi outside a club. He’s known as the motormouth of all the fighters. He likes to try to psych out his opponents by getting in their heads before their fight, exploiting their weaknesses. He doesn’t realize it’s pumping me up, not psyching me out. Let him run his mouth because it’s not going to win him the fight.”
I’ve never seen him so serious. But then again, I haven’t had to deal with his career side yet.
“What do you want to do now?” I ask, hoping like hell the answer is going to lead to his lips on mine.
He must be able to read my mind because he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “Well, this is all too familiar,” I say, thinking about that night in his car.
Just thinking about it is making me pant like a dog in heat. He puts his hand to my neck and pulls my face toward his, catching my lips. It’s déjà vu as I start grinding on him again. Thinking back to that night in his car, I realize he has gotten me off without any reciprocation. It makes the walls around my heart break down a little more. Every other time I’ve been with a guy, it was all about him getting off. Sure, some paid attention to my needs, but none of them blatantly disregarded their own.
Deciding right here and now to take what I want and bring him to his knees, I slide off Zander’s lap and kneel between his legs. I catch him by surprise as I lower his sweatpants over his straining erection.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. His dick is massive. I take a second to gawk. It’s long and thick with pronounced veins, and the tip is an angry red. I look him in the eye as I lick my lips and take him in my hand, starting to work his length.
“Fuck…” He growls.
I need both hands to wrap around his cock as my mouth lowers and my tongue circles around the tip. His legs tense when I get to the underside, so I linger there for a second or two.
“Savvy…baby.” He groans as I open my mouth and take him all the way to the back of my throat. The ache in my core returns as I squeeze my legs together. Continuing to bob my head up and down, I graze my nails down his thighs. With a pop, I remove my mouth and lick the length of him while I start to massage his balls.
“That’s it, baby. Take me, fuck…take all of me.”
Lowering my mouth over him again, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard.
“Fuuuckkkk...” His hips are starting to buck erratically. “Savvy, I’m going to come…” He tries to pull my head back after he warns me. Our eyes meet, and I shake my head while beginning to work him faster.
With a guttural groan, Zander holds my head in place as he releases down the back of my throat. When his tremors subside, I take him out of my mouth and tuck him back in his pants.
He’s breathing heavy with his head lying back on the couch. I never enjoyed giving blow jobs before since the idea was always so disgusting to me, but with Zander, I have this need to please him. I think I enjoyed it almost as much as he did, and now I’m so turned on, it’s borderline painful.
In an instant, I find myself on my back with Zander between my legs. He’s starting to lift my shirt up while open-mouth kissing my stomach. Oh dear god, please go lower!
Zander starts laughing as he says, “I’ll get to that, but first I’m going to take my time.” Holy shit, I said that out loud. I can’t even be embarrassed right now because the need for him to touch me is too overwhelming.
When he starts to shimmy my yoga pants over my hips, his phone starts ringing. “Ignore it,” he growls. Once my pants are off, Zander stares at my hot pink thong.
“Fuck Savvy, I bet you’re soaking wet for me. Did sucking me off turn you on?” he asks while sliding my panties to the side. He dives in with his tongue, and I almost launch myself off the couch. It feels too good. He holds me down as his tongue continues to work me with the perfect amount of pressure. When he finally starts working my clit, I groan in frustration as his phone starts ringing again.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Zan
der looks up at me. “Give me a second, that’s my manager’s ringtone. He only calls more than once if it’s an emergency.”
He walks over to where his phone ended up on the floor. He answers his cell as I lie here with my pants off, so turned on I can’t think straight. Zander looks at me and mouths “sorry” before walking into another room. Now that the mood has been ruined, I sigh and put my yoga pants back on. I sit on the couch for another five minutes before he comes back into the room with a look of disappointment. Not the look I was hoping to see.
“Savvy, I’m sorry, but I need to go. Julio caused more of a stir with his trash talking than I thought, and I need to fly to New York for a series of interviews. They want me to respond to his threats and up the dramatics for the fight. The road to Vegas is crucial, and we have to hype the fight any chance we get. Bickering between the fighters is what gives the fight the momentum it needs to get people to watch. By adding fuel to the fire, it will only boost the number of viewers. If I could have gotten out of this, I would have.”
I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist while looking up into his remorseful blue eyes. “I completely understand, Zander. This is your job. Could the timing have been better? Hell yes, but I’ll live.”
He groans. “They already have a plane waiting for me at the airport. I wish I had some time to devour you because let me tell you, after having a taste, I want nothing more than to dive back between those beautiful thighs and make you come on my tongue until you can’t see straight.” He dips his head down and kisses me. When he pulls back, I’m a panting mess all over again.
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