“We need to celebrate—like asap.”
“I need to take a shower—I’m a little gross. Give me like a half hour.”
“Of course. Make sure you get recharged in the shower. Get clean, but get your energy back.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Why’s that?” I ask.
That’s when she looks at me in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination. I feel that look in my body, and then I feel it much lower. “Because,” she answers. “You’re gonna need it later on.”
20
Harper
Damien was the main event, so I can take off my journalism hat for the night. Sometimes I don’t know if calling myself a journalist is pretentious. I don’t work for ESPN, or any major network. I started a website a couple of years ago, back when starting your own website was something not a lot of people were doing. I still remember the look of it—how basic it was, and how I had to hire an outside company to do it for me.
Now, it’s all different. My original website, www.thegreatestsport.org looked like something a sixth grader could code today. Now everything looks professional, but everything I publish is just for my readers and followers. I’m one of the lucky few who didn’t have to try and build a following once the sport blew up in popularity a few years ago—mostly because I had already done that work, so now I have a pretty decent following, but I still feel like I have imposter syndrome sometimes.
I wait outside Damien’s locker room while he showers. Eventually, Matt, who basically thinks of me as a member of the gym at this point, walks out with Lucas a step behind him. Matt comes over and gives me a hug.
“Hey there,” Matt says when he sees me.
“You must be so happy for him.”
“He did great tonight. Harper, have you met Lucas yet?”
The Ghost extends his hand and I fan girl out a little in my head, all the while trying to play it cool. “Hi,” I say.
“Really great to meet you.”
“You, too. He didn’t get hurt, did he?”
“Damien?” Lucas asks. “Nah, he’s a little banged up but normal fight stuff. He’ll be good to go after a shower.”
“Good. I was so nervous.”
Lucas leans into me and smiles. “Don’t tell him I said this, but me too.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Harper! I feel like you’re one of my students, with how often you’ve been at the gym lately.”
“Sometimes I feel like that also, it’s weird.” I smile and then he looks me up and down, but not in that way.
“You should get in there, you know. Mix it up.”
“Huh?” I’m confused. “You mean, like, in the cage?”
Lucas and Matt both laugh. “No,” Matt tells me. “Not the cage, but you should get on the mats sometime. You spend enough time in the gym watching. You should feel what it’s like to train.”
“You’re crazy,” I tell him, not sure what to say. “Can you see me on those mats, rolling around like a fish out of water?”
Matt looks at me seriously even though I’m smiling. “Of course I can. Everyone should know how to fight—at least basic self defense. You look athletic, I bet you’d be good.”
At first, what he’s saying sounds nuts, but there’s something about Matt that’s really convincing. I have to admit, I’m starting to think about it. “I’m not sure about rolling around on the ground with a bunch of sweaty guys, though.”
“I have an idea if you’re interested.” Lucas jumps into the conversation without missing a beat.
“I’m interested. What’s your idea?”
“My girlfriend, Mila. That’s how we met—I taught her some self defense. And she trained for a while. She’s not a fighter, she’s a school teacher, but I guarantee if some asshole grabbed her she’d be more than confident in how to defend herself.”
“That’s really cool. I wish I could do that kind of stuff. My brother never let me near his gym.”
“Oh that’s right,” Lucas says. “I saw your brother fight a few times. He’s good.”
“He’s good, but he wasn’t too keen on his little sister being around to learn any of this stuff, so maybe I’ll take you up on your offer, coach.”
Lucas jumps back in. “What I was going to say was that maybe I’ll convince Mila to come by next weekend and she can be your partner. A lot of women feel better training with other women.”
“That would awesome, I think I’d love that.”
“Great. I’ll ask her tonight.”
Just then Damien comes out of the room in his regular clothes looking so fucking hot that it makes me feel a tingle between my legs. He’s wearing those jeans I love—they’re a little tight, which I would normally hate on a guy, but with his height and build it makes him look that much sexier. It’s not just the jeans, either. He’s showered, but you can still tell that he’s been in a fight—his hair is still messed up and he’s got a little bruise forming under his eye. All of it just makes him look rugged and hot, and as much as I love the atmosphere of a fight, I can’t wait until we don’t have to be around all these people.
“Hey,” he says.
I give him another huge hug. His body is hard against mine. Even freshly showered, he has that manly musk, and I breathe him in. “You did so great, I’m so proud of you.”
“I owe you some dim sum now.”
I smile and pull back. “Sweetie, you were always taking me for that, win or lose, I hate to tell you.”
“I figured,” he jokes back. “But at least now I can go as a winner.”
“See—that’s what I love—you like finding the bright side of things.”
Lucas puts his hand on Damien’s shoulder. “Congrats again. Matt and I are going to leave you guys alone. I’m so proud of you, brother.”
“Thanks, man.”
Matt steps forward. “On our way to the top.”
“You know it, Master Splinter.”
“You did so well that I won’t smack you for calling me that.”
“Gee, thanks.”
The guys take the gear and head away, leaving just me and Damien standing outside of the locker room. At first, we just look at each other, not sure what to do or say. But what I really notice is that it’s not awkward at all—I’m don’t feel weird not speaking. We’re just looking at each other, and I don’t know what he’s thinking or feeling, but I know exactly what I want to do right now.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggests, looking deep into my eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The arena is clearing out, so there are small groups of people everywhere, but I feel like we’re all alone in this giant place. I can still feel the energy of the crowd, and I can tell that Damien is really happy about having won his first fight back from Thailand. I’m so happy for him, and I can’t wait to put this into my piece and talk to him about what’s next.
We stop before getting to the exit so that Damien can tie his shoe. As he’s bent over, I check my phone to see if I have any messages. And that’s when I hear the voice.
“Not bad.”
I know that voice, and even though I don’t want to acknowledge who it is, I’m forced to look up from my phone. I can’t believe who I’m looking at right now. Damien pops up.
“Johnny,” I say. “What are you doing here?”
He’s not alone. He rarely is. He’s always got the same two guys with him— his best friends, training partners, and general goons, Antonio and Sergei. Those guys are bad news, and as soon as I see them, I get anxious. For right now, it’s just Johnny doing the talking.
“Really, Johnny? Now, of all times?” Damien says, standing to his full height.
“What? I’m complimenting you. I’m being a nice guy. It was a good sub out there. You never would have caught me in that, but still. Glover’s a half decent fighter. Not bad, kid.”
I don’t like the tone in Johnny’s voice. Actually, I don’t like his voice at all anymore. It reminds me of
things that I’d rather forget—things I worked hard to get away from. I know the tone he’s using—it’s that condescending, passive aggressive thing he does when he’s trying to be a total dick. I have no idea how Damien is going to react, but I’m scared.
“Thanks, Johnny, and here I was thinking you were a complete asshole.”
“What did you say, dick?”
Damien steps forward and puts his body in front of mine. It’s really sexy, and even though my heart is racing, him doing that puts me at ease. “I think you heard me, so stop puffing up your chest and pretending to be tough in front of your dumbass friends here. You heard what I said. I called you an asshole, and we both know that you’re not going to do shit about it. But if you are, here I am. If not, kindly get the fuck out of my—excuse me, out of our way.”
I’ve never heard anyone talk to Johnny like that. Most people are scared of him. I don’t think Damien Reyes is scared of anyone.
Johnny doesn’t say anything. He smiles uncomfortably. I can tell that he’s embarrassed and doesn’t know what to do.
“You and me have a reckoning coming, Reyes. I hope you know that.”
Damien takes a step forward and looks Johnny right in the eyes. “Oh, I’m counting on it. Take as many pictures of that belt as you can, because I’m coming for it. Now, if you’re not going to do anything, Harper and I have someplace to be.”
He takes my hand and we walk right through the group. I keep thinking that something is going to happen, and I hold my breath. Johnny is a good fighter and really unstable—those two things are a bad combination that are likely to lead to trouble, but Damien doesn’t seem to care one bit.
We walk out of the place, and he stops in the parking lot.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I am, now that you’re here with me.”
“Good. That guy’s a prick. I’ve known a million like him. All bark, you know. And even if he did decide to bite—him or his boys—I wouldn’t have let anything bad happen to you. You know that, right?”
“I know. I know that I’m safe with you. Do you wanna go for a drink?” I ask.
“No. I don’t need a drink. There’s only one place I want to go,” he tells me. The look on his face lets me know where that somewhere is—and it’s the same place that I want to go. “What do you say?”
“Yes, Damien,” I tell him. “I always say yes.”
21
Damien
Back at my place, we waste no time whatsoever.
This has been a long time coming.
We start kissing right away.
She’s wearing her hair the way that drives me crazy—down and swept over one shoulder. She’s easily the hottest woman in the damn world—and definitely the hottest that I’ve ever been with. I press into her body, my hard cock pushing against the front of my pants. Our clothing has to go away, and we rip at each other’s outfits like wild animals until we’re sufficiently undressed enough to get the party started.
I take her bra off, nearly ripping it from her body, and, as it slowly falls down to the floor, I stare at her amazing tits. Her body is ridiculous. I’ve fantasized about it for weeks now, every time I’ve seen her, and now I get to see it in person. She does not disappoint. In fact, she looks even better naked than she does dressed. Her tits are the perfect size—not too big and not too small—and perfectly round. I squeeze them as we kiss and the hardness of her nipples presses into my soft palms. I’m getting so hard that it hurts, and I need my cock to be inside of her right now.
I take off my pants, kicking them away so I’m standing in only my boxer briefs. She reaches down and starts playing with my shaft over my underwear. Soon, she reaches inside the flap and grabs onto me, filling up her hand with my girth, and, as she strokes up and down, my eyes practically start rolling around to the back of my head.
“I want this thing inside of me right now,” she informs me. I want the same thing. I literally feel like I couldn’t be any harder, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire, screaming for me to fuck her immediately.
We get to my bed and she faces away from me, putting herself on all fours. I slip her soaked panties down until I see her beautiful ass and little pink pussy looking back at me, waiting to let me in.
Our bodies are in a perfect ninety-degree angle, and staring at her ass makes me almost come right on the spot, but I have to control myself. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself as much as possible as I spread her open. I start to stroke myself, getting my angle just right before I slide my engorged head inside of her, slowly at first, then thrusting at the end to shake her entire body.
My throbbing cock is buried inside her swollen lips, and she starts playing with herself as I start to fuck her. “That feels so fucking good—holy shit!” I keep at it, going in and out, in and out, again and again, my cock soaked in her juices.
Every inch of me is inside of her. I’ve never felt a pussy like hers, and she knows exactly what she’s doing, but I take control of her body to let her know that it’s mine to do with what I like. I grab onto that long hair, pulling her head back so that her back is arched, giving me just the right angle. My other hand goes to her hip, and I start to destroy her pussy one hard thrust at a time. She’s screaming uncontrollably, turning her head to see what little of me she can see from that angle.
I let go of her hair and commit both of my hands to her hips for more control, and that’s when I really get my rhythm going, hitting her from behind and slapping her ass every few strokes, so hard that a red hand print is visible on both of her ass cheeks. I see her reaching underneath herself again to tickle her clit. I know it won’t be long now.
“Damien, you’re going to make me come so hard!” That’s when she erupts, convulsing like she’s possessed. “Ooh, fuck!”
When she’s done, I pull out and she turns around. On her knees now, she starts to suck me off. It takes literally seconds until I’m there. “My turn.” She leans back and I come all over her chest, screaming as I do, like everything inside me is coming out at the same time.
Harper is amazing, and the feeling of fucking her is better than anything I’d ever fantasized about. We both finish and rest next to each other, our bodies recovering from the session we just put them through.
I’ve never been happier. This girl is amazing.
22
Damien
I wake up sore and happy—normally those things don’t really go together, but I have a reason for both. Even though I basically dominated the fight last night, he still got me with some good shots. I have a little swelling under my right eye and my ribs hurt a little from the two body kicks that he landed on me.
I barely notice those things. After the fight, I had a different kind of work out, and I’m feeling about as relaxed and happy as I’ve felt in a long time. Harper’s next to me in my bed, still naked and hot. I won my comeback fight in impressive fashion, and I’m ready to take the next step in my journey.
I wake her up with the sound of my jumping out of bed and hitting my twenty-five push-ups. It’s a daily routine I do to prime my body and mind for the rest of the day, and after I hit twenty-five, I jump up and do a burpee.
“Jesus, what?” She looks sleepy, rubbing her eyes after stretching her arms out to the side.
“Sorry I woke you. It’s a routine I have every morning.”
“Waking up the girl you just fucked? That’s a weird routine, Damien.”
“Push ups I meant.”
“How come?”
“Win the morning, win the day—it’s a slogan I heard once, and I started developing routines to test it out. I do better when I do some push ups—wakes up my body.”
“I didn’t wake your body up enough last night? Interesting. I’ll have to try harder next time.”
She’s so fucking sexy. I can’t stand it. Every time I see her, all I want to do is grab her and be inside of her. “Keep that in mind for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“Dim sum. We’re going.”
“Yes! Dim Sum! That might be the best part of your win last night, you know? I mean, that and the fulfillment of your hard work—whichever.”
“Both are good.” I get dressed and check my phone. Matt had text me.
Matt: I’m sure you’re out celebrating, but I need you at the gym. I’m there all day. Come by when you’re up.
“I’m going to head over to the Fight Club. Matt needs something.”
“Didn’t you just have a fight last night? I’m no expert but it seems a little soon to be training again.”
I laugh. “You’re right about that. I need at least a week off, but this isn’t for training. He needs something, so I’m gonna go stop by and see what it is.”
“And you’re just going to leave me here all hot and bothered so you can go hang out with some sweaty men? I see how it is.”
The sheets have completely fallen down off of her, and she slides one of her legs out and puts it on top of my sheets. I stare at her beautiful juicy tits and I know that Matt’s going to have to wait.
Damien isn’t up just yet. He’s still asleep. But the savage is up and ready for another round with Harper.
23
Damien
I get a hero’s welcome.
They literally clap for me when I walk in the doors. Lucas is leading the charge. “Champ is here!”
It lasts for about ten seconds, which is a long time when people are cheering for you like it’s a surprise party. I take it all in. It feels good to be recognized by guys I love and respect—the ones I shed blood, sweat, and tears with every day.
“Thank you everyone, I love you all.”
“Now get back to training!” Matt’s voice rings out in that serious Dad tone, but he’s got a huge smile on his face. “And you,” he says, pointing at me. “Come here.”
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