The Final KO

by Jessica Florence

  Maybe I could get Arson to slow dance with me. I looked at him when the beginning notes of the song filtered through the club. I shook my head at him as he got up and held out his hand for me to accept.

  “You can quit now, I’ve already fallen for you.” He led me to the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck. Slowly, we started swaying to our song, which he had requested.

  “Never. I plan to make you fall for me every day for the rest of our lives.” He spoke against my forehead. God, the love this man had for me was unbelievable. He was absolutely it for me. My forever. My future. I smiled thinking about that. He had declared he was my future that first night.

  “My future.” I marveled. His arms tightened around me.

  “Your future,” he confirmed. I laid my head against his chest as we swayed, just him and me.

  Long after the song ended we were still wrapped up in each other. The music changed to fast and dirty, but for us we were still dancing to our song.

  We celebrated for another hour before he announced we would be going home. We walked hand in hand toward the hotel.

  I was floating on cloud nine when a figure stepped out from behind a column. I looked at the person and stopped. Arson looked at me with confusion. I was about to tell him that Mouth and his buddies were back, but Mouth did what he did best: opened his mouth.

  “Told you it wasn’t over bitch.” He spat and Arson’s body tensed. Laughter spilled out from my mouth before I could control it. Mouth’s face stayed pissed and I looked around and saw that he had a few more friends with him. I also noticed there weren’t really any people around; well at least that was good. No innocent people would be involved in this altercation.

  “Seriously?” I stopped laughing to speak.

  “Yeah, I ain’t scared. There’s eight of us. This is personal now. All I wanted was a piece of ass then would have let you go, now I want to hear you scream while we take turns on that fighter pussy.” He was practically foaming at the mouth. Arson adjusted his stance, not enough that the other men noticed, but I knew. He was ready to fight. I did the same, lightening myself on my feet, adjusting the weight around so I could move easily.

  “Well? You really want to take on Arson Kade and Rayne Jackson? You sure about that?” Arson spoke to them, giving the men a last chance to leave. I noticed a few of them swaying, a little unsure, but with one look from Mouth they stayed still. Okay then.

  They started to surround us, which was fine; I had no doubt we could handle them. One of them pulled out a knife and charged Arson. He moved with lightning speed and twisted the knife out of the man’s hand.

  Another man charged me and tried to punch me in the face. Using my hands, I shot to the left then the right, blocking him with my forearms. I hooked my leg around his and twisted him to the ground just as another man grabbed me from behind. His hold was tight but I stepped on his foot with my heel; it went through his foot and he hollered in pain.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  I saw red

  Together Arson and I took on these men, and maybe it was weird, but I was sort of turned on by us fighting together as a team. It wasn’t long before Arson struck down the last man and turned toward Mouth.

  The coward stared in shock as he took in the scene before him: his men littering the ground—some unconscious, some groaning in pain—Arson ready to strike, and me holding one of my high heels that at some point I had used a weapon.

  He pulled out a gun from his pants and pointed it at us. I did the only thing that came to mind. With all the strength I had in my arm I threw my shoe at his hand. It hit his hand just as he pulled the trigger. I looked down, and nothing. My head flew to Arson. Oh please don’t be shot. Oh god, oh god. He wasn’t next to me anymore; he was holding Mouth on the ground with his boot on the man’s throat.

  “Rayne. Call 911.” He tossed me his phone; I caught it and called for help. They were there in a matter of minutes and suddenly people started surrounding us, wanting to see what had happened. The few that had happened to actually see what went down were telling the cops what they had witnessed. As soon as the cops had Mouth in their possession, they talked to us and got our statements. The EMTs checked us over and we were fine, so they cleared us to go back to our hotel.

  We weren’t far away from it, but one of the policemen insisted on driving us the rest of the way, so we took his offer. Arson was silent and tense the whole way up to the room. I was starting to feel concerned and decided to voice it.

  “Arson, talk to me. You’re starting to worry me.” I stopped walking in the living room section and waited for him to speak. He stopped and looked out the glass door to the balcony.

  He stayed still for a few minutes before he turned and stormed on me. He didn’t stop once he reached me. He gripped me and lifted me up to him. His mouth savagely descended on mine and I was stunned.

  He pushed me back against the wall sort of hard but all it did was turn me on more. I was still feeling my fighters high from before; could it be he was too? Hyped up on the aggressive energy, we ravaged each other. His lips move to my jaw, then down my neck. He bit me and I clawed his back, moaning loudly. His cock was pressed hard against me and I shamelessly moved myself over it, needing friction.

  “I’m on the edge Princess. Don’t make me lose control.” He growled and, call me a rebel, but I moved myself over him anyway. He growled again and we were moving. His arms gripped me hard and I moved to kissing his neck until I was thrown onto the bed.

  “Take off your shorts and shirt Rayne.” His voice was harsh and left no room for discussion. I did as I was told and waited for what was to come next. His eyes raked over me and I squirmed from the heat they held. In just my bra and panties I felt like a goddess in front of him.

  With calculated hands he undid his belt, pulling it out inch by inch. “Give me your hands,” he demanded. I did. He wrapped the belt around them, securing them tightly. With every dominant move he made, I grew hotter and hotter for him. I was practically throbbing for his next demand.

  “Keep your hands above your head.” I raised them oh so willingly.

  “Good girl.” He rewarded me with a kiss, but then was gone. His fingers grasped the sides of my panties, and I lifted my hips to help him as he removed the lacey material.

  “I can smell your sex from here. Fucking perfect. Open up Princess.” He was looking at my mouth; I did as he said, but was confused—until he shoved my panties in my mouth.

  “Taste your desire for me. This cunt knows who it belongs to, who it craves.” It was wildly erotic, something I had never experienced, and whoa did it heighten my desire. My panties were soaked. His hands brushed over my sex and my hips moved toward his hand, needing more.

  He ripped the panties from my mouth and then I heard the tearing of my strapless bra. Arson did love to destroy things.

  “Do you have any idea the thoughts that were running through my head earlier?” He ran his hands up my body then back down, purposefully missing the spots I needed him to touch.

  “Tell me.” I moaned while closing my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations. I felt his hot breath over my nipple. His tongue touched it with a flick. My back arched and he bit me. I cried out but not from pain. The sharpness turned to pure pleasure that shot straight down to my sex. He pulled upward, the sensation making my toes curl. Then he was gone.

  “I would have killed them if they had hurt you. I can’t fucking stand even the thought of you being ripped away from me. They wanted you. They wanted this.” He cupped my sex.

  “They wanted what is mine. I saw red. Rayne you are so fucking precious to me.” His mouth latched onto my other nipple and gave it the same exhilarating treatment as the other.

  His hand that was on my sex started to grind against my clit. I moved with him and felt myself start to climb toward release, but it was short-lived. He sat up and started taking off his clothes. I watched as each of muscles were revealed. Then his hard cock was released and that was all I cou
ld see.

  He slowly advanced and seated himself between my legs, which wrapped themselves around him, ready to take him in and hold on for the ride.

  “I can’t lose you Arson,” I admitted, needing to get that out too. He surged into me and didn’t slow.

  “Yes!” I cried out and held on. He pounded hard while his hands met mine, holding them above my head, keeping me from disobeying his demand—not that I would have anyway.

  Suddenly he pulled out and was on the move. His mouth attacked my sex while his thumb moved over my clit. He growled as I started to clench around him. That growl was my undoing. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I was soaring into the galaxies. His hands gripped my hips and flipped me, mid orgasm.

  He entered me from behind with my face pushed into the mattress. I moaned as he vigorously thrust into me. His hand reached and gripped my hair, pulling it back. I didn’t know how he knew, but he knew my limits, just how far he could push me, never reaching the point of just pain, but always maintaining the mixture of both pleasure and pain. His other hand landed on my ass with a loud smack. I came so unexpectedly I took him down with me.

  “Fuck Rayne!” He groaned as he spent himself inside me. His hand let go of my hair and I collapsed. Arson pulled out of me and fell down beside me.

  Our harsh breathing was the only sound in the room. Arson got up and did his thing, then came and cleaned me up from my almost catatonic state. I wasn’t moving an inch. Exhaustion from everything that had happened that day was catching up to me.

  His arms curled around me, pulling me against his naked body. Sleep had me in its grasp when I felt him press a kiss to the back of my head.

  “I’m gonna marry you Princess.” I was out before I could decipher if his words were the beginning of a dream or real. We slept like the dead and in the morning after I woke him up with a glorious morning hummer, we had a real breakfast and packed our bags to head home.

  The flight was uneventful, thankfully. We sat and talked about the plan when we got back. I was going to head home and unpack. Arson was going to drop me off then go to his temporary place and pack. He wanted to stay over and who was I to tell him no? I liked having him around.

  I texted Cammy to let her know I was back and she instantly replied saying she was on her way to my house. I rolled my eyes but really I had missed her. I knew she’d ask about everything that had happened and I kinda wanted to talk about all of it; I had never really been one that kept everything inside.

  Arson kissed me with the promise to see me in couple of hours, then left. I pulled my luggage and spotted my saucy red-headed friend standing at my door.

  “You could have let yourself in you know. You do have a key,” I commented. She just rolled her eyes at me.

  “I like to make an entrance and this is more dramatic, me standing by the door waiting for you.” She gestured toward the door. I unlocked it and set my stuff inside with Cammy on my tail.

  “I’ll let you use the bathroom and grab a drink, but after that we are sitting down somewhere and you are telling me everything!” She casually walked over to my couch and sat down. I did have to pee and I did feel parched, so I went to the bathroom then got a drink. She knew me so well. I sat next to her on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me, and divulged everything that had happened.

  She was shocked about Arson’s past, but I felt safe telling her about it. I knew his secret was safe with her. She felt like whipping Julianne’s ass beside me. Briefly we discussed taking her body out to the reefs and letting the sharks have her, but then we got back on the main topic.

  She was freaking out when I got to the parts about Mouth and his crew. Thinking back on it, it was a little surreal. Why weren’t there any security guards around? We really shouldn’t have gotten into that situation, but somehow we did. It was just one of the weird events in life I guess.

  “Wow. Holy shit Rayne your life is like a movie.” She sat there just amazed. Yeah tell me about it.

  “I would totally watch it. I think Amy Adams would be great for my character. If you ever have a movie made about you and Arson, make sure she plays me.”

  Her talking about actors made me remember a huge detail in my story I had forgotten about.

  “Ian Somerhalder winked at me!!!” I screamed.

  “What? Are you effin with me right now?” She looked at me, her expression extremely serious.

  “No! I was dancing while Arson went to get drinks and Ian was right there dancing with his new wife. He saw me and did his one-sided smile and winked!” My dream crush had winked at me. I could now check that off my life goals list.

  “Oh my GOD!” She jumped up from her seat and started screaming. I wasn’t sure what it said about me, but I jumped up too, and together we held hands and bounced around in our excitement, totally fangirling.

  Finally we calmed and sat back down.

  “So what now?” she asked.

  “Well Arson wants to spend the night over here, and I’m good with that. Not moving in together, but like the step before it. We are really serious about each other. You know me. I’ve never said I love anyone before, so the fact that I love him means something fierce. You know, last night after our hot sexy time, I could have sworn he said ‘I’m gonna marry you Princess.’ But it had to have been part of my dream, I was really out of it.” It was weird. He couldn’t possibly want that so soon. Would I even want that soon? It was a lot to think about.

  “I bet he would totally marry you if you were willing. I mean that guy is so in love with you. Like devotion for life. Lucky bitch. I want one. Rayne will you break my bones so a hot guy will fall in love with me—or better yet find me a cowboy. I think I’d like that better, no breaking of the bones here.” Oh Cammy.

  “I’ll get on that.” Unless a cowboy rolled up into the gym, I doubted I would see one. My life over the next month and half was going to be nothing but training for my fight. I had to be ready, and after watching Arson in the cage I was starting to get a few feelings of doubt. Would my leg be okay? I had to believe it would be.

  “Cool, so is lover boy coming over later? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” I felt kind of bad for spending so much time with him and not any with her.

  “He is, but you don’t have to go. You should stay, we can order pizza. I’ll live a little tonight, then it’s back to the grind tomorrow. Then tomorrow afternoon I am down for those pedicures.”

  “You’re just trying to butter me up.” She huffed but I could see she was giving in.

  “Absolutely I am. Is it working?” I fluttered my eyelashes at her.

  “Yes. I will stay and feel all hot and bothered sitting in the same room as your sweet piece of man candy. I want extra pepperoni on that pizza too.” She held out her hand to make a deal. I shook it. I could pick off the pepperoni.

  “Pedicures tomorrow would be nice too.” She settled into the couch more.

  We sat there a little bit longer, then I started unpacking while she made some calls for work. Running a business was never ending. I threw a load in the washer and put away my toiletries. It was nice not to unload a ton of stuff.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Ms. Jackson, you have a delivery

  I pulled out the necklace box that contained Arson’s gift. After I had passed out the night before, he had taken it off and placed it back in its silk bed. My heart filled with warm fuzzies.

  I fell back on my bed and held the box close to my heart. I was so overwhelmed with emotions for him. It was something I had never experienced before. I would do anything for him. I knew everything was moving so fast, but I wanted to dive right in.

  Screw timelines and what we should do. I wanted Arson for life. I wondered if it really was him saying he was going to marry me. Deciding not to worry about it now, I got up and went back out to Cammy. We decided to relax and watch some TV while waiting for Arson to show up so we could order pizza.

  A knock at the door made us jump up. Both of us ran to the doo
r, I opened it, and Arson stood there shocked to see two woman staring at him with what I knew had to be excited faces. Cammy pounced first and hugged him. I laughed and joined in. One could say we were really hungry for pizza so we were a little extra excited to see him.

  We would have ordered it before he got there but we didn’t want to be rude. He recovered from his shock, then bent down to put his shoulders at our waists and hoisted us up over his shoulders, one lady on each side. We yelped as he walked into the living room. I looked at Cammy who laughed then looked at me.

  “RAYNEE I WANT ONE!” she whined. Yeah I had the perfect guy. He could handle my bestie and me perfectly. She and I were a buy one get one type of deal. He set us down but I stayed attached and kissed him on the cheek.

  “It’s kind of hot that you could carry both of us and your bag.” I looked at his bag still in his hand. I was kinda turned on by his strength.

  “Not that I don’t love being tackled by two women, but why the excitement?” He winked at me and waited for our answer. Cammy beat me to it.

  “We are having pizza tonight, and were just waiting for your fine ass to arrive. Now sit back, I got this.” She pretended to roll up her sleeves on her sleeveless shirt and dialed the number on her phone. Arson looked to be holding back a laugh. I shrugged. It had been a while since I’d had pizza so I was on team Cammy at that point.

  Our pizza was ordered and Arson took his bag to my room.

  “This is good. I like him.” Cammy nodded her approval, which I already knew he had since she wanted me to make babies with him. He came out and I felt like a teenager all over again, smiling at just the sight of my crush. God I was so done for.

  Once the pizza arrived we ate it like pros while watching some show on TV. It was the perfect ending to our little vacation. Cammy toasted her bottle of water to his retirement and gave him a congratulatory hug on her way out.

  As soon as the door closed, Arson swept me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. Life seriously couldn’t get any better.