Jace grabs my hand and tucks it into the crook of his arm to lead us out. These guys are awesome when it comes to being southern gentlemen. You realize how spoiled you are when you meet an asshole who doesn’t know how to hold the door open for someone.
He nods at Sin as we head toward the walkout tunnel and I wave like a nut job just in case my Sugar glances over.
“You need to change.”
“Excuse me?” No one said a damn thing about a wardrobe change.
“For dinner, you need to be in something more formal. There will be a lot of photos tonight, and they’ll appreciate you wearing a more formal gown to dinner.”
“Who’s they?”
“The UFC and MGM. Like it or not, you two pretty much represent them tonight.”
Huffing, from irritation and the trek to the tunnel, I grumble, “And where’s this new wardrobe change supposed to magically happen?”
“There should be a box waiting for you in the limo.”
“I have to change in the car? Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to get in this dress? Now I have to figure a way out of it and into God knows what, in that small space?”
“Believe me, I know; I heard all about it when they pulled the same thing with Chyna.”
If it’s as tight as this thing, I may end up looking more like a damn dying fish, squirming around on the floor off the limo. Gav would get a kick out of it.
Once we reach a small door off to the side that we were promised would let us escape quietly, three big men in black outfits clad with ‘SECURITY’ on the front and back of their shirts silently open the door for us. They follow us outside, and I don’t know if I should be grateful or creeped the hell out.
They could at least mumble hello instead of escorting us outside like we’re about to be shoved into a sketchy van and promised candy if we keep quiet. They’re with us to make sure no one tries to kidnap us or give us problems, but a friendly wave or something wouldn’t hurt them.
You think Las Vegas and picture warmth. You’re wrong. It’s January in the desert and nighttime. It was nice earlier, but now that it’s dark, the desert chill has set in. Maybe it’s good that I’m not wearing this mini dress later because it’s freaking freezing.
Our limo’s there waiting patiently, and like the gentleman he is, Jace opens the back door and peeks his head inside to make sure it’s safe.
“All right, this is your stop.”
“You’re not coming?”
“Your boyfriend wants me in a separate car.”
“That’s crazy, we can all ride together, just let me change real quick, and you can get in.”
“No, he really wants to be alone with you.”
“So maybe I should wait to change then?”
“That’s probably a good idea.” He chuckles and my cheeks heat up.
“Okay then, see you at dinner.”
“Later.” He winks and closes the door once I’ve slid onto the super soft leather seat.
Out of habit, I immediately reach over and lock the door. Better safe than sorry. Jace’s wife was attacked while trying to unlock a front door, and ever since then I’ve had an unhealthy obsession worrying about it. Not with Gavin around, of course; but alone, I always try to think of safety.
“Now let’s see what they have for me this time,” I say out loud to myself, immediately spotting the white garment box. It stands out like a splash of color against the all black interior of the limo.
“Of course,” I mumble and shake my head. It’s a freaking replica of what I have on already, only this one looks floor length with a giant slit up the side. What is it with these people and fake diamonds?
The partition window’s up leaving me with no one to talk to, so I do the next best thing and raid the mini fridge. Whoever oversaw stocking it did a pretty decent job with cheeses, wine, bottled water, and a few sodas.
3.
I don’t know how much time passes by thanks to some little bottles of Malibu rum I found stashed in the limo’s mini bar. All I know is that I drank six of them and braved one filled with Patrón. It damn sure warmed me up inside and helped pass some time. Whoever stocked the mini fridge did just as awesome of a job on the mini bar. This limo has everything it seems; the UFC spoiled us with this little perk.
Gav finally makes it to the car to discover me happily buzzed and in my bra and panties. With the busy day we had, mixed with alcohol and feeling warm and relaxed, it’s amazing I didn’t just pass out.
“Hey, Boo.” The rich timbre of his voice comes out so smooth; I swear it caresses my entire body as he climbs into the back. A pocket of chilly air sneaks inside with him, causing my skin to light up with a fresh set of goosebumps.
“You cold, baby?” he asks, seeing me shiver with the cold chill.
“A little. Maybe I should have another drink?”
“Later. How about you come over here and let me warm you up.”
Sliding closer, he pulls me into his embrace. It’s icy at first until I make contact with his chest, then it’s like my own personal heated blanket. Gavin’s always warm; I like to tease him in the winter that he got lucky with a built-in heater. Each time he responds by telling me that he’s only lucky because it means he gets to warm me up.
I know it’s mushy, but Gav is romantic like that when he wants to be, and I love it.
With one arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me to him, he reaches over to rub my thigh with his other hand. It takes all of two seconds for his attention to shift to the tiny scrap of panties I’m wearing.
The skin on his palm is rougher than mine, callused and strong from all the training and lifting weights. Each time he caresses my hip, I can feel the roughness his hand wraps have left behind from making little indentions a million times over. There’s nothing soft about him, besides the way he treats me sometimes.
“Were you waiting for me like this the entire time?” His gaze shoots to my cream colored lacy bra as his hand plays with the thin piece of ribbon that’s keeping my panties tied at my hip. With the liquor rushing through my blood and the adrenaline rush earlier, I sure wouldn’t mind it if those fingers found their way inside me right now.
***
Gavin…
Each time I see her, I swear to myself that she’s more beautiful than she was the last time I saw her and I’m right. She is. Aria’s breathtaking when she looks at me like I’ve hung the fucking moon—just like she’s doing now.
If she discovered the real me—the asshole—she wouldn’t waste her time gazing up at me so innocent and loving. Something keeps her blinded when it comes to me, and I can only hope she stays that way.
I’ve had three amazing years with my Boo. We’ve been through some shit, but we always end up coming out on top. I thought she was weak when I first got to know her, but I had no clue. She’s been a backbone when I’ve needed her and a constant in my life long enough now to know that I can fully depend on her. After losing my mom and now the fall out with my brother, having Aria is everything.
Tonight’s the big night. Not just for the fight and winning the belt, but for her as well. Even better, she has no idea that I have a plan in play.
My surprise is going to be perfect; the fight had Aria so distracted that she’ll never see it coming. She’s waited too long, put up with too much bullshit between my brother and me, along with my crazy training schedule, this is overdue. Aria deserves to know how important she is and what better way than to show her in front of a ton of people.
She starts peppering soft kisses along my jaw, mumbling, “You okay there, champ? You seem lost in thought.”
“It’s been a good night so far; in fact, I’ve never been better.”
“I bet. I’m so freaking proud of you, Gav. You deserved to win tonight.”
“Thanks, Boo, but I was talking about being in a limo with you, while you’re damn near naked.”
She giggles, smiling at my response and the sweet sound makes my chest warmer. It also
makes my cock hard.
“I love seeing you stuffed into this suit, but aren’t your pants making you hot?” Her gaze shoots downward, staring straight at the bulge in my pants. The little minx is being ballsy. No doubt it’s compliments of the liquor she was keeping herself entertained with. I’m beginning to wonder just how much she had while waiting on me.
“You wanna fuck, don’t you, Boo?”
She licks her lips and nods eagerly. Immediately I pull my hand away from her thigh and unbutton my slacks. I start to wrestle with shoving them down; the damn things like to get caught on my muscular thighs, so Aria sinks to the floor in front of me. She pulls the bottom part of my slacks down some, so they finally slide to my ankles.
“Gav, it’s okay, you don’t have to take them completely off, that'll work.” She gestures to my underwear clad torso.
“Shit, Aria; you gonna just slide my boxer briefs down enough to hop on?”
She nods, her eyes swirling with need.
“You’re so fucking bad tonight. Maybe I should have you over my knee first? You’re acting like a swat or two could do you some good with that needy pussy.”
“Please, Sugar, just let me climb on?”
Grinding my teeth, I take a deep breath and count to myself—seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…
The counting does nothing for the sudden throbbing that’s plaguing my cock thanks to her throaty request. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“I can suck it for a few minutes first if you’d like?”
Did I just cum? I swear it felt like my cock sprayed a little. Jesus Christ and the guys at the gym wonder why I want to marry this woman so badly. Obviously, she’s perfect if tonight’s any indication on how she’ll greet me after I win a big fight.
“No sucking tonight, Boo. I won’t last five seconds if you wrap that warm little mouth of yours around me. How about you ride me and at the hotel we’ll have some more fun?”
“Actually I don’t need to go back to the hotel; the wardrobe people left me everything I need in here.”
“Well shit, I told the driver before I climbed in earlier to drive us to the hotel. I can let him know to take us to the Gala once he stops again.”
“So no hotel fun then?” she asks, climbing over me. She situates her legs over my thighs until her pussy is resting on my hardness.
“The sooner we show up for dinner, then the sooner we can be finished and back at the hotel doing what we really want.”
“Okay, but promise me you’ll eat fast?”
A chuckle bubbles out before I can stop it at her request. She’s fucking adorable.
“Yeah, Boo, I promise you.”
It must be enough to satisfy her because she leans in, her tender lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. The fight has kept us from being intimate, and it’s been a strain on both of us, causing our bodies to practically be supercharged for each other when we get close enough.
Even if we were at the hotel for the night, I doubt I’d get my fill fucking her six times in a row. It would happen too. Our record is four times, and I swear I could’ve gone again. She couldn’t take me another time, though. Her pussy was too swollen and raw that night from me pounding it over and over. I made her come so many times that, in the end, she was begging for me to give her a break. I thought that was the best night of my life, but I think tonight’s going to top that.
Aria wiggles her hips a little, adjusting us so she can slowly sink onto my cock. Her silky center immediately engulfs me, taking everything I have to offer.
“Absolute bliss, Boo,” I mumble against her mouth in between kisses.
With each swirl of her hips, she brings me closer to exploding. Just knowing that she’s this close to me and being able to smell her is enough to make me want to finish. How am I supposed to hold back when it comes to her?
Hurrying her along, I pull her into me, letting her little pussy grind all over my torso until she starts to shake and try to push away. I know exactly how to make her go off. Tonight, I’ll have her in more ways than one, and she’ll be satisfied and smile all night long.
Wrapping my arms around her, I don’t let her move. She squirms and pushes against my chest, lasting all of ten seconds. Suddenly she’s the one drawing me closer to her, not the other way around. Her forehead hits my shoulder, her fingers dig into my shoulder blades as she moans loudly, riding through a powerful orgasm.
Hearing her, seeing her like this, so beautiful and in pleasure, sets me off right behind her. Grabbing her ass with both of my hands, I drive into her roughly, four powerful strokes before my cum spurts out wildly, painting her insides with me.
“Just what I needed.” Mumbling, I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer, relishing in the aftermath of perfection.
“Me too, except I could also use a nap and a snack.”
A chuckle bursts free at her reply, “Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be saying that?”
“Usually you’re the one asking for me to make you a sandwich. We’re out of town, so I was changing it up a little.”
I meet her sated stare and smile, “I like your style, Boo.”
“Does this mean you’re keeping me?”
“Maybe, until I need to trade you in for a younger version.”
“You’re sweet and then you say something like that,” she grumbles and I laugh again. I love my baby and the fact she can take me razzing on her.
“I’d offer a piggyback ride at the gala to make up for it, but I doubt you’d be able to in the dress you have to wear.”
“Is that some sort of a challenge?” Her eyebrow raises as she gets a little mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“Maybe, what do you have in mind?”
“Well, I did check the dress out earlier, and it has a massive slit down the side of it.”
“A slit? What exactly does it show off?” It comes out as a growl rather than a question.
“Oh, Gav, are you getting a little jealous?” she asks and flashes me a white smile.
“Just protective, Aria. You know I can’t stand it when a bunch of idiots gawk at you.”
“No one gawks.” She waves me off, but she’s wrong. I catch the fuckers staring at her everywhere we go. Drives me crazy sometimes; dudes can be so fucking sketchy.
“Put it on baby and let me see you?”
“Ugh, I better start stuffing myself in it anyhow; I’ll probably need your help.”
“It’s what I’m here for.” Winking, she climbs off me, and I adjust my cock, putting it back into the dressy sausage stuffer of a suit. While she’s distracted, I hit the call button and let the driver know we need to head to the Gala instead.
After a few minutes of watching her with the dress, I have to ask, “Boo, are you umm, doing the worm?” She’s rolling around on the limo’s floor, squirming. She’s either making up a new dance move or having a seizure.
She says something, but her face is toward the ground, so it’s muffled.
“What, babe?”
“I said, my arms are freaking stuck in this shit of a dress! It’s like a giant tube sock for Christ’s sake. Help me out here.”
“You want me to pull your feet or something?”
“Gav, what will pulling my feet do?”
“I don’t know; I just figured since you were wiggling, it might help.” I don’t have to see her face to know she’s rolling her eyes at me. “Okay, what should I do then?”
“Pull the sleeves down so I can get my arms out. I need to get them in the arm holes.”
Getting onto my knees on the floor, I straddle over her, working the material down over her biceps. It really is like a giant tube sock; the elastic material is crazy tight. I don’t understand why chicks put themselves through this shit to look hot.
“Is it working?”
“Yeah, give me a minute to get it down some more. I don’t want to yank it and either hurt you or rip it.”
“With all the fake diamonds, I’m not sure it’s
possible to rip it.”
“Babe, don’t even put it in my head, or I’ll have to rip the fucking thing off you just to prove my point.”
“We could be ripping dresses and having piggyback rides tonight, and you decide to be mature.”
“This is why I love you. You keep me young and smiling.” I say it out loud even though I didn't mean to.
“I love you too,” she responds and grows quiet. I finish working the dress down and help her get her arms through the slits in the obnoxiously loud dress. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lift her so she can get her balance and climb back onto the seat.
Her cheeks are flushed with her hair everywhere. She takes my fucking breath away.
“I feel like I deserve some type of reward after that.” She blows out a puff of air, making her hair fly out of her face.
“You do, and I promise to give it to you later.”
The car comes to a stop making us both peer out the darkly tinted windows. It’s lit up everywhere, and there are fans on each side of the carpeted walkway. Security, photographers, and promoters are amongst the busy entryway.
“You ready, Boo?”
“As long as I have you, I’m good. How is your anxiety; are you okay?”
“I’m going to plant a big smile on my face and hold you a little too tightly. I probably won’t be able to breathe through half of the night, but we’ll make it.”
“Yes we will, and I’m right here if you need me. We can leave at any time; you don’t have to be here the entire night.”
“I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life, but fuck I’m glad you’re here.”
She smiles softly, leaning in to kiss me tenderly. And just like that, she takes my nerves away, filling me with excited energy. I’m looking forward to tonight for one reason only, and she’ll be finding that out shortly.
The car door opens, and I’m back in the spotlight. Not my favorite place to be, that’s for sure. If it wasn’t for my girl, I don’t think I’d be able to handle this right now.
With Aria on my arm, we walk down the carpeted walkway, cameras flashing from every direction, women screaming crude suggestions, and reporters trying to ask me questions. I don’t stop. I bulldoze right through them all, wearing my fake ass smile. I’m happy about the win, don’t get me wrong, but I could do without all the publicity bullshit. I just want to fight and win—that’s it.
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