In the Ring (BOXER Book 1)

by Rie Warren

  “Do you think there’s room on your team for a very dedicated trainer?” Michael asked.

  “Maybe.”

  “What about a boyfriend?” He tilted his head.

  “Maybe.” I grinned like an idiot.

  Michael’s smile shined back at me, filling my heart to bursting. “What about a partner, to share your life with?”

  “Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Does that mean I’ll get you back in my bed?”

  “Maybe.”

  “And more hot oil massages and sexy yoga with said trainer?”

  “Possibly.” He smirked.

  “A boyfriend I can kiss any time I damn well please?”

  “Why don’t you try it again and find out?”

  I curled Michael against me. His mouth parted for my lips, and he groaned. Diving inside his mouth, I explored the wet texture and wild heat of him. Michael melted into me, moaning. His tongue, his lips, his murmurs fed my desire.

  Painful memories finally replaced by the hopeful present.

  “Come back with me. For keeps.” I let the tip of my tongue linger for one last salty taste at the corner of his mouth.

  “Forever.”

  “Yeah. That sounds good.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Fight for Love

  I RESTARTED THE ELEVATOR’S ascent to my penthouse and kept my hands, lips, and tongue off Michael. Once we started again, I had no intentions of stopping until one of us was beneath the other, and then we were gonna hit that on repeat all afternoon, evening, and night.

  At the door of my suite, I slid the keycard home then jiggled the cranky door handle several times before the damn thing glided open. I yanked Michael in after me and pushed the door shut.

  I slammed my keys, wallet, phone, the rest of the crap in my pockets onto the console in the little hallway, and Michael followed suit. He toed off his shoes and socks at the same time he emptied his pockets.

  It was the first time I’d gotten a full look at him since he’d surprised me downstairs. Bare feet beneath suit pants should not look so fucking sexy. Matter of fact, Michael was dressed up more than I’d seen him since our first date.

  Matter of fact, I had no idea what he was doing in Vegas. I pulled him into the lounge. I dropped onto the sofa, and he landed in my lap, exactly where he should always be.

  Michael leaned in for that awesome kissing thing that always scrambled my brain but I held him away with my hands on his shoulders.

  “Wait. What are you doing in Vegas? Did you relocate here?” I asked.

  He shook the burnished hair from his eyes. “No. I stayed in New York.” He dropped his face down. “Couldn’t bear to be too far away from you.”

  “Michael . . .”

  “I’ve been a little lovesick for you.” His hands stroked up my chest to my neck.

  “But that doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

  “Why the fuck do you think? I came to see your fight.”

  “You watched it?”

  Michael clasped my face. “Do you think for one second I wouldn’t? It was the biggest night of your life! Of course I was there.”

  Tears strained at the corners of my eyes. “You came?”

  “Jesus Christ, baby, what did I do to you?” Pulling me into his arms, he held me close as we struggled to come to terms with the past months of loneliness.

  The estrangement.

  The pain of loss and heartbreak.

  “I can’t believe you’re here.” I caressed his face, getting reacquainted with the smoothness of his cheeks and the softness of his gold stubble.

  “Not going anywhere.” He smiled, slow and shy as he watched me. “If you want to keep me.”

  Stroking my chin, I squinted at my man. “Weeeell, you were a schmuck.”

  “Liam!” He struck me on the shoulder.

  I laughed.

  “That’s not funny,” he grumbled. “It’s true.”

  “Hey, I was a fraidy-cat.” I shrugged.

  “Fair enough.”

  “You’re not supposed to agree.” I was about to go on the attack when Michael frowned.

  “There is one other thing,” he said.

  “What? Don’t look like that. It can’t be worse than what we’ve already been through.”

  “Wade.”

  “Christ. I hope I never hear that name again.” I sat up and shifted away from Michael.

  The mention of his ex was a cold splash of water doused all over my body.

  “I’m pretty sure he was the one who told the newspapers about you,” Michael quietly admitted.

  “Is that it?” I chuckled.

  “You’re not pissed?”

  “Devlin was pissed. I was piss-scared about what would happen at the fight. How people would react. To tell you the truth, it’s a relief to have it out there and done.”

  “Now it’s really out there.”

  I peered over at Michael.

  He leered down at the hard-on in my pants. That definitely signaled the end of the Wade Talk.

  I pushed Michael onto the floor then smacked him upside the head with a puffy cushion.

  He grabbed its mate and hit me full in the face with the cushion where my laughter spluttered into the fabric. I tossed the pillow aside and jumped to my feet. Racing to the adjoining bedroom, I made it inside and to the end of the bed as Michael kicked the door shut. I threw one of the enormous bed pillows at his head. Dodging it, he prowled toward me.

  He circled my wrists with his fingers and clamped them behind my back.

  “This is fun and all, but I thought we could fuck.” His words tumbled against my ear.

  I ripped my hands free to grip his ass. I drew him to my mouth.

  This love-lust had always been feast or famine between us. Today was no different no matter how long we’d been apart. Our hands couldn’t touch enough, and all our clothes were in the way—Michael and I both dressed in suits instead of gym shorts for a change. Our tongues drove deep and retreated with wet sucks.

  Michael measured the new breadth of my chest and shoulders with his hands. He stepped back to take all of me in.

  “Holy, shit. You’re huge.”

  “Trained hard.” I grunted.

  I grunted again, louder, when his hands moved down my chest and over the straining crotch of my pants.

  “Don’t tell me you hit steroids after I left.”

  “Don’t flatter yourself.” I gave him a small grin, but it disappeared as I remembered those sad months without him. “Didn’t do anything but train after you left.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. If I could take that shit back and—”

  “Don’t. It’s done. It’s over.” Grabbing his tie, I jerked him to me. “Hey, we both fucked up. There’s no sense beating ourselves up about the guilt. Shouldn’t the fact we’re both dumbasses just cancel all that shit out?”

  “At least tell me someone made sure you ate these past few months.”

  “I don’t need a handler or a babysitter, like I said.”

  “But do you need me?” Michael stared at me with a flicker of insecurity.

  “All I need is you, sweetheart.”

  “Then get this fucking shirt off. I want to touch you.”

  Better words had never been spoken. Buttons pinged off my shirt. He raked my designer duds down my arms, off my body. The tie was the last to go after Michael used it to draw my mouth to his for a head-spinning kiss. His teeth nipped. His tongue plunged. Firm and moist and masterful, he kissed me stupid.

  After he disengaged, his hands roamed over me. He squeezed. He pinched. He caressed my bulging biceps and rippling ribs and the muscles of my abs that jumped at every touch.

  “So you like?” I gasped when he bit my trapezius.

  Kissing and licking lower, ever lower, he murmured, “I love.”

  “Me?”

  “Mm hmm. And this.” He squeezed the hard rod of my package about to burst through my pants.

  I took advanta
ge of my new larger size and trapped his arms at his sides.

  I watched him through low lids as I rotated my thick clothed cock against his. “Maybe now I can pin you, you nimble little bastard.”

  “Oh, you wanna play that game, do you? And, by the way, the only thing little about me is the briefs I’m wearing specifically for you.”

  My hungry growl reverberated through the room as we tussled to the bed. More of our clothes flew off, landing who-knew-who-cared where. I lay stretched out naked on the bed while Michael—the tempting fucker—performed a raunchy Go-Go Guy dance on his feet over me.

  The last item of clothing he wore was a jockstrap. Twisting his hips, tugging his nipples, and pulling the curly tuft of hair peeking from the undies-to-die-for, he made my mouth water.

  The latest jockstrap from his sexy stash? It was black, barely there, with thin white straps. Up the center of the pouch encasing his straining erection, bold white words said Liam’s Cock.

  “You like?” He grabbed hold of himself, waggling his shaft at me.

  “I love.” I more than loved, I wanted.

  He moved with sinuous ease as if he was made for stripping for me. Circling his lean hips in tight circles, he slowly bent his knees until his bare ass made contact with my ramrod cock. He bit his bottom lip. He rocked against me with his breath gusting across my lips before undulating back to his feet.

  I pushed onto my elbows, gasping, “Holy shit, Michael.”

  Flirtatiously, fully into his eye-peeling, mind-bending routine, he winked at me. He turned around, planting his feet on either side of my shoulders.

  Looking back at me, he swiveled down until the heavy sling of his stretchy jockstrap almost brushed my chin. Then he humped his ass at my face. His golden body, his long legs, his pink hole winking at me was too much to bear.

  I lifted my hands to the sides of his muscled cheeks and pulled him to my mouth. I ripped open the pouch in front and dug in to find his thick cut tool. Spreading his butt wide with one hand, I aimed for the jewel snuggled tight in his ass. I stroked his cock slowly as I ate his ass hard.

  Michael was incapable of doing anything other than leaning his forehead against my thigh where he sucked a stinging love bite into my skin.

  His precome made my fist wetter. My saliva made his trench shimmer. His bud opened, relaxed, pushed out for every tongue-drive I thrust into him. When he panted through each breath and I’d thoroughly slavered over every inch of his ass, he swiveled around. The jockstrap hung from his broad thighs. His cock rose to his belly. He crouched over me.

  “I was right.” He gazed at me with sexy intensity.

  “About what?”

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “God, I’m not.” Heat crept into my cheeks, down my neck, over my chest.

  He moved his hands in agonizingly slow circles on my pecs, teasing the sensitive nubs of my nipples into hard flesh beneath his palms.

  “Maybe you were the one hit on the head a hundred times last night. I’m covered in bruises. I look like shit.”

  “You are gorgeous.” His hands coasted to my stomach. My abs flexed beneath his skimming fingertips. “Am I hurting you?”

  “I’m feeling no pain now.” I rocked up against him.

  The heat and heaviness of his cock against mine made my eyes roll back, my lips fall open.

  “Hmmm. Maybe you wanna feel something else?” He trailed the tip of his tongue down the deep center of my abs.

  He traipsed into the V of my pelvis, one side then the other. My cock speared into the air, the head wet and rosy, and my skin stretched so fucking tight I thought I’d burst. His lips snuck around the cliff of my cockhead with small nibbles. His tongue darted into my slit. His mouth closed over the head, and inside the wet heat his tongue continued to play.

  I bucked my hips. Arched my back.

  “Oh, fuck. Don’t. I’m so close, I’ll nut.” I lifted my head to watch him. “Want my come in your ass.”

  “Just a little taste, baby.”

  A little taste meant a big mouthful of my entire cock sliding into his mouth and slurped down his throat. He pulled back with a groan. Grasping my shaft, he slapped the saliva-wet rod against his cheek.

  With an arched eyebrow and pursed lips, Michael went all the way down on me again. Again and again. Until I tore him off me and tossed him to his back.

  “It’s my turn.”

  “Have at me.” He spread his arms and legs, and I dove right in.

  There’d be time to explore him later.

  Right then, his cock.

  In my mouth.

  Thick, heavy, veiny, rigid Michael meat.

  I swallowed him whole on my first go, groaning at the way he filled me. He tasted the same. Masculine. Salty. Sweet. Horny and mine. Ready for me. I sucked him in and out, turning my head, teasing the engorged cap. When a steady stream of his juice flowed down my throat, I backed off.

  I lubed my fingers and snuck one inside his grasping hole. Holding his knees to his chest, he shimmered with a light sheen of sweat.

  I mouthed his balls, cupping them at the base of his shiny cock. With both orbs in my mouth, I tapped my thumb repeatedly against his taint.

  Michael wrenched against me, swearing when I added two then three fingers in fast succession. He groaned when I tickled his prostate. He grabbed his cock to give it a slow, squeezing stroke.

  I went at him with one more finger, stretching him further than I ever had before. His tight enclosure wrapped around my fingers in a ridged, lube-slicked tunnel as his moans came at me nonstop.

  “Oh fuck. OH FUCK!”

  Oh yeah, more of that, sweetheart.

  I released his balls from my mouth with a final loud slurp. Withdrawing my fingers one at a time, I watched his hole begin to close.

  I slapped his upturned ass. I did it again when he writhed in response.

  Rising above him to snatch a condom from my supply, I took in Michael’s open hazy eyes, the wet parted mouth, the pumping chest displayed before me.

  Kissing him fast and hard, I ripped open the rubber.

  Michael halted me. “Can we skip the condoms now? It’s been long enough. Haven’t been with anyone since you.”

  “No one for me either, sweetheart. No one but you.”

  Michael poured a pool of lube into his palm. I threw my head back when he gripped me in a slick fist.

  “You can’t . . .” I gasped. “You can’t play with me like that, not right now.”

  Especially not with the idea of being bare inside you.

  “What are you waiting for, baby?” Michael’s hand slipped off me.

  After aligning my cock with his entrance, I dropped on top of him. Everywhere we touched burned—from our sliding mouths to our muscled chests to our twined legs.

  I gently knocked my cock against his pucker. Michael grasped long fingers into my hair, towing me into another melting kiss. When the crown of my cock pressed inside, I stopped for a second. Dizzy with the need to thrust, I waited for him spread his legs wider, like he always did when he was ready for more of me.

  This time his heels drilled into my ass. His breath hitched. He arched in my arms, pushing onto my cock.

  “Oh my God.” I tucked my face into his neck, lapping the hot skin.

  He steadily drove my entire length inside of him, from underneath. When I was shafted deep, hugged by his arms, his legs, and the beginning contractions of his building orgasm, I moved onto my hands above him.

  I slowly pulled out.

  His ass rose to follow me.

  My hand fell to his stomach, and I pressed him down. “Wait for it,” I gritted out.

  Chapter Forty

  Winner Takes All

  I LUNGED INSIDE TO the sound of Michael’s shout. I did it again and again, the same long retreat, the hard fast plunge. His dick beat against my belly. My balls slapped the underside of his ass.

  Sitting back on my knees, I draped his legs over my thighs. My hands wandered up and do
wn his torso as I drilled him from the left, from the right, grinding against his Oh My Fucking God spot with each thrust.

  Michael rose against me with starving need. His hips bucked, his fingers clawed at my hips. One of his long whimpers toppled me over the edge, toppled me on top of him. Our hands joined beside his head as he thrashed beneath me. I used my knees for leverage, my lips to tickle the sweet spot below his jaw, my words to tip him over.

  “C’mon, sexy fuck. Come for me.” I growled. “Did your ass need me, sweetheart? Do you need me?”

  His voice rose with each ragged moan.

  I was so close. Being bare inside him was a whole new level of Holy Fuck YES. The heat amplified. The tightness of his surrounds tripled. And his body was wilder than ever.

  “Gonna go slow now, slow until you come all over me,” I grunted.

  “No! Don’t! Fast, hard, please!”

  “Uh unh. Just like this.” The pressure inside of him intense, I withdrew, reentered.

  I lingered with my cock shoved deep, Michael surrounding me and clamping down with that tight circle of flesh stretched by my cock.

  I curled my arms completely around him. His legs locked over the small of my back.

  We moved like one body, one need, one love.

  His cock dragged and dripped against my stomach. Long and hard, it was jammed between us.

  “I love you.” I kissed his neck, his lips, his brow.

  His fingers twisted in my hair. “Humph. Love you, love you, too. Oh!”

  His fingers twisted harder. His hips circled faster. His cock erupted, and hot streams of come splattered between us.

  Digging my fingers into his ass, I held him to me through the desperate throes of his orgasm.

  When I came he was still panting, but the beautiful bastard rose up and rode with me through every searing splash. It all blasted out of me with curses I couldn’t contain and his name mingled between them.

  Sated—for the moment—I fell on top of Michael.

  His kisses drifted along my face, over the bridge of my crooked boxer nose, down to my lips, where I took in slow shaky breaths.