Fighting Greed

by Miller, Jennifer

  Zane lands a combo of shots on Harrison landing one to his chin. It seems to have stunned Harrison momentarily.

  “Take him down!” I scream.

  Dylan and Rowan and even Tatum looks around Dylan at me.

  “What? I got excited,” I shrug.

  “Love it,” Tatum says with a wide smile.

  “Awesome,” Dylan says making me feel less stupid.

  Harrison is once again trying to kick Zane in the side of the leg. One connects on the side of his knee and Zane winces as the bell rings signaling round one has come to an end.

  “That hurt him,” I say worriedly.

  “He’s okay,” Dylan reassures.

  Both fighters are back in their corners to meet with their coaches. I can hear bits of what Jax is saying this time, but can’t make sense of it. I’m grateful when Dylan once again helps me out.

  “Jax is telling him that Harrison is weak on the ground and it appears as though he’s trying to protect his shoulder.”

  “Zane told me something about a rumor that Harrison has been icing a shoulder injury.”

  “Looks like it’s true,” Ryder chimes in from behind me.

  “Jax is telling him to take the fight to the ground,” Cole says from behind Dylan.

  “He’s got this in the bag,” Tyson says optimistically.

  The bell rings for round two and Zane and Harrison immediately go out to the center again and come closer and closer to one another. Zane automatically goes into top gear for a take down. He successfully takes Harrison down to the ground. The guys’ loud cheering envelopes me.

  “They’re both grappling for position and Zane seems to have found a good position to attempt a submission.

  “He’s trying to go for the rear naked choke,” Cole says.

  “He’s trying to lock it in and Harrison is working to fight him off,” Dylan says.

  Zane’s face is red and it looks like he continues to put pressure on Harrison. The position doesn’t look comfortable for Harrison at all.

  “He’s got it!” Ryder yells.

  “Take him, take him,” Levi is screaming.

  “He’s got the position locked so he’s applying pressure to make it impossible for ‘Hollywood’ to get out.”

  Harrison keeps trying to fight but after about five seconds he appears to not be able to handle the submission any longer. He taps the ground two times hard.

  Everyone. Explodes.

  “He won? He won?”

  “Yes!” Rowan screams and jumps up and down.

  I begin screaming too and smile ear to ear as Zane stands up and pounds his chest while screaming.

  I’m clapping and screaming so happy and proud of him. He walks over to the cage right in front of me and points at me, “For you!” he yells and I can’t stop smiling. I blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it. Right there, in front of everyone. He doesn’t even care about showing me that kind of affection right in front of everyone and I love it.

  “Winner by rear naked choke hold is ‘Insane’ Zane Moreno’!” the announcer yells into the microphone.

  He holds up one of Zane’s arms for a moment declaring him the champion.

  It’s complete chaos in the octagon, Jax is next to him smiling ear to ear and patting Zane on the back and the teams for both sides are there talking.

  “He’ll be in there for a little bit because he’ll be interviewed. I’ll take you back to his dressing room so you can be there when he gets back,” Dylan tells me.

  “That’s great, thank you.”

  I hug all the girls goodbye and the guys each tell me the same thing and then Dylan puts his hand on my back as he helps lead me through the chaotic crowd.

  Just as we get ready to duck through the door that leads to the hallway that will take us to Zane’s room, something makes me look up. Not sure why, but I feel like I’m being watched. I frown and look around. It doesn’t take long before my eyes lock on the dark ones of Nico. He stares at me for a minute and I can read his face like a book. It’s as if I hear him tell me that I’m lucky Zane won. There’s also something else there – a smugness that I wish I could scratch off his face with my nails.

  My mood suddenly plummeting, I’m thankful when Dylan presses on my back and I can escape Nico’s presence.

  Dylan shows me into the dressing room and surprisingly it’s empty. My guess is that it won’t be for long. I make myself comfortable on the couch and Dylan does as well. We each pull out our cell phones. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I send a text to Vanessa to check on Ryan and am happy when she reports back that he’s finally gone down for the night and she and her best friend Danica are about to watch a movie together.

  Scrolling social media while I wait keeps me entertained. The room begins filling little by little until finally several people come in excitedly talking about Zane’s win and then he finally walks in too.

  His eyes scan the room until they find me. With a smile he stalks over to me, pulls me from the couch and spins me around. “I’m fighting for the title, cupcake! What do you think about that?”

  Smiling I squeeze him, “I’m so happy for you. So proud.”

  He kisses me, then sets me down, “Give me a few, okay?”

  I nod absently and watch him talk to some people about his upcoming training schedule and details from the fight. There’s a lot of people congratulating him and slapping him on the back.

  The whole time I can’t keep my eyes from him. A few times he looks up and finds me staring at him. His eyes hold mine for a couple minutes each time.

  Once again my hormones are kicked into overdrive because all I can think about is getting him between my legs. I want to strip him, claim him and scream his name.

  I’m not sure what he sees on my face, until the alignment of our thoughts become clear as he suddenly announces to the room, “Everyone out.”

  People pause and look at him curiously for a moment, but then they all do what they’re told.

  I catch a glimpse of Dylan and Jax and each of them have grins on their faces.

  “Later, bro,” Jax says as he leaves.

  Dylan smacks him on the back, “Good fight, man. Later.”

  Zane nods at each of them and when the last person finally leaves he locks the door behind them and then turns back to me.

  Walking over to me an amused look crosses his face, “Cupcake, I’ve got a question for you.”

  “Okay.”

  “What have you been thinking about over here?”

  Standing, I bravely walk to him closing the rest of the distance between us but stand just far enough away to drive me crazy. I want to touch him so badly.

  “I’m thinking that it’s time for you to start the discovery mission under my shirt and everywhere else before I implode.”

  His eyes hold mine for a moment, then he full on grins and it makes my core literally pulse.

  I pounce.

  She’s been watching every move I make since I walked in the door. I can practically see the lust she’s feeling radiating off of her in waves. I couldn’t get everyone out of here fast enough. I can’t help but tease her, asking her what’s on her mind.

  I wasn’t expecting her to make the first move. She’s on me so fast my head spins. She yanks the cord apart and the previously belted silk robe falls open as she urgently pushes it down my arms.

  It’s not my mouth she attacks first, but my chest. She begins licking and kissing her way across and down my chest, touching and scraping as she goes.

  Just as she slips her fingers inside the waist of my fighting shorts, I grab her hands.

  “Whoa, whoa, hold on.”

  “No. If I hold on, I’m going to explode. I need you. I want you. Now. Right now,” she demands.

  Grabbing her chin, I lift her face to me, “Don’t worry, this is happening, but I’m sweaty as hell.”

  “Like I care. I’m about to join you.”

  “I care. I’ve got another dude’s sweat on me too.” />
  She backs up, “Well when you put it like that…”

  I chuckle, “I know, right? Come on,” I take her hand and lead her to the other side of the room. Opening a door, I yank her inside the bathroom with me and I take a minute to get the shower on and the water warm.

  Walking back out I have to ask her, “You sure you want to do this here?” I’m all for this, one hundred percent, but it’s not exactly romantic. Not that that’s ever been our forte, but things are different now than they were before. I want this, but I also want to take my time in the bedroom.

  “Zane, I’m sure. I’m more than sure. This is happening. I don’t care if it’s in the shower, on the floor, in there on the couch, whatever. I need you inside me, now.”

  I’m not questioning her again. I immediately work on taking off my clothes and see with a satisfied grin that she’s working on her own. I keep getting distracted as bits of her skin are revealed, but once I get my clothes off, I help complete the task.

  Once we’re naked, she takes a moment to check me out head to toe, eyes lingering in a few places.

  I back up step by step and then move into the large tile shower. Ducking under the spray, I let it roam over me and enjoy watching her watch me. When she licks her lips, I groan.

  Then, she surprises me when she comes to me and jumps up. I catch her and her legs wrap around my waist and her mouth claims mine. I step forward a little to keep her face out of the spray.

  We kiss like we’re starving. Her tongue immediately caresses mine; she nibbles on my lips and has her hands clutched in my hair. She rubs herself against me and the feeling drives me insane. She wasn’t kidding, she’s more than ready for me.

  She pulls away, “I wanted you the second I watched you walk into that arena,” she tells me her lips brushing mine as she talks. “I’ve been primed and ready since then. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

  I laugh softly, “I think I’m supposed to be saying that to you.”

  She pushes off of me and gets back to her feet then grabs the bottle of body wash. Pouring some into her hands and my own she begins to wash my body and I help her. Her hands feel good sliding teasingly over my skin. Once I’m rinsed off she shocks me when she falls to her knees before me.

  “Oh hell,” I automatically say her position alone making any blood I have left rush to my dick – I’m sure of it.

  When her mouth wraps around me, my head falls back and I’m lost. Streams of words fall from my lips and if I was asked to recall them later I’m sure I’d have no idea what I said. She works me over until I can’t take it anymore.

  Lifting her up off her knees, I turn her around and press her against the wall. My hand slides down her spine and this time I fall to my knees, duck my head and tease her with my tongue. This time she’s the one that has meaningless words falling from her lips. The sounds she makes drive me wild and I move faster wanting to make her feel amazing.

  She practically screams when she comes, her voice echoing off the walls. Grabbing hold of her, I turn her back around, take a seat on the large tile bench in the shower and pull her to me.

  Straddling me I watch with fascination as she lowers onto my cock inch by inch. We pause for a moment, reveling in our joining. Her eyes are glued to mine and I wish I could read her mind, know everything she’s thinking, find out if she feels everything I’m feeling.

  I knew the moment I saw her again that I wanted her to be mine. Not just for now, not just until I find someone else and move on. I mean, I want her always. The feeling is foreign and one I’m working on deciphering and verifying because it’s quite fast, but I can’t deny the way I feel deep inside. How she feels like… home.

  She begins moving on me and her head falls back in pleasure. “So good,” she groans.

  “Get it baby,” I tell her wanting her to take what she needs from me. I want to give her everything she wants.

  She doesn’t hold back, she keeps moving while at the same time caressing her own breasts. She’s lost in pleasure, lost in nothing but our bodies and how we make each other feel.

  Holding onto her hips, I can’t take my eyes off of her. It’s like she’s performing an erotic dance in my lap. It’s mesmerizing and makes me feel like a beast because I’m the one making her feel this way.

  Unable to take anymore, I reach between us and find the bundle of nerves between her legs and tease her until she comes undone.

  Then I hold onto her hips harder and pump into her over and over and over while she repeatedly chants, “More, more, more.”

  God, I forgot what sex was like with this woman. How? How could I forget?

  Right as I’m ready to blow I remember myself and pull out, releasing into the shower. Her body collapses against mine and once my legs feel more steady, I stand and bring our bodies into the water.

  Her head is on my shoulder and she’s getting wet, but she doesn’t seem to care. I hold her, sway back and forth, stroke down her back and murmur in her ear, “You’re so beautiful, Sutton. You make me feel so good. I never want to let you go.”

  She squeezes me and then slowly, oh so slowly pulls away from me, stands up on her own feet and lifts her head to mine.

  When she does, I freeze.

  Blood leaves my lower extremities and starts firing through my body in rage.

  Seeing my face, her eyes widen, “Zane?”

  Taking her chin in my hand, carefully, oh so carefully, I turn her head to the side. When I feel her stiffen, the alarm I’m already feeling sky rockets even higher.

  “What. The. Fuck.”

  She pulls her chin away, “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that,” she laughs but it sounds hollow.

  “Why does it look like someone hit you in the face?”

  She laughs again but it sounds fake as the sound bounces around the space sounding tinny.

  “Sutton.”

  Her eyes finally lock with mine, she smiles but I swear to the ultimate fighter Chuck Liddell if someone did this to her, they will die. Slowly. Painfully. And I will enjoy it.

  “It’s nothing, Zane. I promise. I’m just an idiot.

  “Says every woman hit by a man ever.”

  She frowns, “It’s not that, I swear. Ryan likes to wrestle and he accidentally got me in the face, that’s all.”

  Staring at her she doesn’t back down, holds my gaze, smiles a little and I wonder if I’m overreacting. “Why did you act weird about it?”

  “I’m just embarrassed about it. I covered it with makeup so you wouldn’t see it and be distracted by it. I wanted to look pretty when you saw me.”

  “A bruise on your face from Ryan doesn’t make you any less beautiful to me.”

  She reaches up and kisses me softly on the mouth then turns and leaves the shower with a smile over her shoulder, but I can’t shake an unsettled feeling inside of me.

  Doing my best to push it aside and take her at her word, I follow her out, grab us a couple towels and tickle and pinch her in places while she tries to redress.

  Grabbing my duffle bag from where it was stashed, I take out some clean clothes and throw them on tucking my dirty ones inside and zipping it up.

  “That was...”

  I smile, “Amazing, the best you’ve ever had, completely rocked your world, will make you crave my dick always?”

  “Good lord you like yourself and are very confident in your abilities, huh?”

  I figure the grin combined with the wagging of my eyebrows is answer enough and smile wider when she laughs.

  “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car,” I tell her.

  “Do you want to come to my place?” she asks me.

  “Do I want to, yes, but I can’t tonight. I need to get home and ice some of the places I was hit.”

  “Oh my god, are you sore? I didn’t even think about that,” her eyes are wide. “I’m so horrible. I should not have done that with you. Did I just hurt you more?”

  “That didn’t even remotely hurt me. Are you kidding right now? I’
m not feeling anything from the hits right now, but I will if I don’t take care of them.”

  Her hand is in mine and I find I really like it there. She grabs her purse as we pass the couch and we leave the room. There’s still people lingering and more people call out congrats and a few when they see my wet hair and hers smile knowingly. I ignore them not caring at all what anyone thinks.

  Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pull her into my side. She points to where she’s parked and once we reach her car, I press her against it and kiss her. I don’t think I could ever get tired of kissing her, of the way she tastes and smells, of the way she makes me feel.

  “What happens now?”

  “Hmm?” I ask her not really on the same page.

  “With your fight. When do you fight for the title?”

  “We get a week off and then it’s the following weekend.”

  “Do you know who you’ll be fighting next?”

  “Yep,” I answer while pushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s a guy named Oscar ‘One Punch’ Rodriguez.”

  “’One Punch?’”

  “Yep, he’s got a reputation for knocking people out with one punch.”

  “Seriously?” she asks voice raised.

  I shrug, “Yep.”

  “And that doesn’t scare you?”

  “Nah. He’s tough, the fight will be tough, but hey, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  “So, he’s good?”

  “He’s great. Truth is, no idea if I’ll beat him. It’ll be a good match up, but I’m going to give him hell. It’ll definitely be a good show, that’s for damn sure.”

  She shakes her head, “I don’t like the sound of that.”

  “Hey,” I smile and squeeze her hand, “Was tonight that bad?”

  “I didn’t love seeing you get kicked and stuff.”

  “But, am I fine right now?”

  “Depends on your definition of ‘fine’,” she teases with a reluctant grin.“Cupcake, I’m that kind of ‘fine’ too. I’m all the fine. Fine health wise and fine lookin’,” I wink and she giggles.

  “Will you text me when you get home?”