I continue to fuck her hard just like I’m used to, taking her deeper than I hope that motherfucker has ever been.
I want my dick to erase any memories of that asshole ever being inside of her. I need it to feel so damn good that she’ll never want anyone other than me again.
Her nails dig into my leather as she screams out my name so loudly that it has me pulling out of her and releasing my load on her ass.
“Fuuuck me . . .” I rip my shirt off over my head and place it on her ass, while fighting to catch my breath. “Shit, Eden. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I can’t control myself when it comes to you.”
“Good,” she says breathlessly. “I don’t want you to.”
After cleaning her off and adjusting our clothing, I pull her back into my lap and kiss her. “I’m not going anywhere, Eden. I can promise you that sex isn’t what I want from you. I want you.”
“I know,” she says softly. “If I didn’t then what just happened wouldn’t have. I need to be careful for my son, but I feel like I can trust you. Please don’t let me down.”
I kiss the top of her head, before running my hands through her sweaty hair. “I won’t.”
At least I hope I won’t. I still haven’t told her about Alec yet, but now isn’t the time. Plus, I have no idea where to start.
“I should probably clean up and pick Alec up. It’s my only day off this week and I promised him we’d do lots of fun activities.” She runs her hands over my facial hair and smiles up at me. “I wish I could spend more time with you today, I really do, but you understand that I can’t have you around my son right now, right? It’s just too soon.”
I smile and lean my forehead against hers. “Yeah. I wish we could spend more time together too, but we have later tonight. I’ll come see you after Alec is sleeping. Is that okay?”
“I’d love that.” She wraps her arms around my neck, before gently pressing her lips against mine. “I’ll text you once he falls asleep.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I open the truck door and help her out to her feet, grabbing her face to kiss her, before she can walk away. “I’ll be at the gym with my buddy Styx if you need me. Promise me that you’ll call me if that asshole shows up again.”
“Kash . . .”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
I kiss her one last time, before jumping back into my truck. “Good.”
I have a feeling I’ll be seeing him tonight no matter what . . .
Kash
BY THE TIME I MEET Styx at the gym, he’s looking at me as if I’ve just lost my damn mind.
“What?” I question, while tossing my bag down by his desk. “Stop giving me that damn look.”
Lifting a brow, he tosses a stack of folders into the top drawer and leans back in his seat. “Why does it look like you’re ready to knock someone’s head clear off their fucking shoulders?”
Growling to myself, I run my hands down my face and shake my head. “There’s just an asshole I need to take care of later. Someone who’s fucking with someone I care about and pissing me the hell off.”
This has Styx straightening up, looking as if he’s pissed off now. “Yeah . . .” He cracks his neck, while looking across the desk at me. I’ve realized that Styx and I are a lot alike. Protective and loyal as shit. “You need me to help out with this little prick?”
I smile and stand up. “Nah. Looks like he plans to come see me tonight. I’ll handle him.” I grip the top of the chair. “How’s Meadow? She miss seeing me dance yet?”
Styx laughs. “She’s good. And not as much as you hope, fucker. She did tell me to tell you that you need to find a damn girl though so we can do some double dating bullshit.”
I look up at him and can’t help the smile that takes over. “Maybe I already found one.”
“Fuuuck. You’re gonna make my ass go on a double date.” He smiles and stands up, pushing his chair in. “Meadow is gonna ride my ass now until we set one up. Might as well let your girl know.”
“She’s got a kid.” My smile widens when I think about Alec. “A five-year-old son.”
“You ready for that?” he asks, putting all joking aside. “I haven’t seen you serious with anyone, brother. Think you can handle having two people not to let down?”
I nod my head. “Hell yeah, I’m ready. I want a family to take care of, man. Fuck being a stripper. The life gets lonely and does nothing for me but pass the time. It does nothing for my ass when I’m lying in bed at night, alone, with no one to hold and take care of. I want that special someone in my damn life. As soon as I get the rest of the money I need scraped up; I’m buying the warehouse I’ve been renting out and turning it into a training gym. I’m ready for serious shit to happen, Styx. No more stripping or fighting soon.”
“That’s some deep shit, brother.” He grabs his keys from his desk, keeping his gaze on me. “Sounds like she might be good for you then. I’ve never heard you talk like this. I still remember when you told our asses to stay single for the job.”
“Yeah, well I was a dumbass back then. Things have changed since I’ve been spending time with Alec.”
“That’s the kid your sister babysits, right?” he asks, before tilting back his bottle of water.
I nod my head and grip the top of the chair tighter, feeling stress and worry kick in. “Yeah . . . he’s also Eden’s son.” I look up and flex my jaw. “She just doesn’t know I’ve been spending time with him yet. It’s too soon to tell her.”
“Well fuck . . .” Styx looks as if he’s worried for my ass. I am too, to be honest. “That’s not good, man. That shit could blow up in your face and ruin your chances with this girl.”
“I know that shit,” I say stiffly. “I just need to find the right time to tell her. I’ll figure it out.”
“Let’s hope so,” he says. “Come on.”
“Where we going?”
“You got the keys to the warehouse with you?”
I nod my head. “I always do.”
“We both know there’s no way you’re making it through the day without letting off some steam.” He waits for me to follow him out of his office, before locking it behind him. “Think you can take my ass?”
I stop in front of my truck and smile. “Are you serious?”
“Yup. Is that cool with you?”
“You don’t train like I do so don’t complain if I mess up your pretty face.”
He smirks and straddles his motorcycle. “Reason for my woman to baby and take care of me. Ever dated a nurse before?”
“Nope.”
“Then you don’t know what it’s like to be treated by a naked one. Don’t worry about my fucking face.”
With that he takes off, speeding out of the parking lot.
This motherfucker . . .
I jump into my truck and pull out a cigarette, lighting it.
I’m gonna need a couple of these before fighting my best friend. I should’ve known he’d do this shit for the simple fact he knows I need it right now.
Styx is standing by the door of the warehouse, waiting for me when I arrive a few minutes later.
He watches as I hop out of my truck and toss my cigarette down into the dirt. “Hurry up, asshole. I don’t have all day.”
I walk past him with a grin and unlock the door. “Don’t be in such a hurry to get your ass kicked.”
I hear him chuckle behind me as he follows me over to the makeshift ring. “How about we not waste time wrapping our fists and shit and get this over with.”
“Seriously?” I turn to face him, watching him as he paces the ring.
“I’ve never wrapped my fists on the streets. I’m not about to start now just because we’re in a ring.” He smirks. “Let it out, motherfucker. Show me how pissed this asshole made you. Just don’t forget I’m not him.”
“Alright . . . you asked for it. But I’m warning you; you’re not going to like it.”
We circle each other around the ring a few times, stretc
hing and cracking our bones, getting pumped up.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this shit. I’ll have to remember to make up for it later.
With a small smirk, I come at Styx swinging my left elbow at his jaw. It connects hard, sending him stumbling to the side.
He grins, keeping his eyes on me, making sure he has a good shot before swinging out and connecting his knee to my ribcage. The asshole is quicker than I expected.
“You get into a lot of fights as a kid or some shit?”
He flexes his chest and laughs. “More than I can count. So don’t take it easy on me, asshole.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t. Especially not now.”
Coming at him, I wrap one arm around his neck and pull him to me, kneeing him in the stomach repeatedly, before releasing him and connecting my fist to his mouth.
He wants me to take this shit out on him. He wants to feel my rage right now. That’s what he’s going to get.
Spitting out blood, Styx stares me down, before growling out and swinging his fist to my right eye, causing me to lose my footing a little, before regaining composure.
“Who’s this asshole?” he questions.
Just the thought of his name fires me up even more, causing me to swing out, connecting my fist to Styx’s left side. “Knight fucking Stevens.”
Styx pauses for a second. “Seriously? The fighter?” He catches me off guard, his elbow connecting to my chin.
“Yeah . . .”
“Why didn’t you say that shit to begin with?”
“Because I hate to acknowledge the fact that he’s known around here. That piece of shit already has a big head, thinking he can have whatever he wants. That shit stops now.”
“Well shit . . .”
I turn around and grab the ropes, squeezing as tightly as I can. “He’s never heard of me, but I’m going to make sure it’s me he’s fighting next week. He’s going to feel my fucking wrath and learn that Eden is mine. Not his. I’ll take care of her and his son. He’s going to be hurting by the time I’m done with him. Trust me on that.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Styx says from behind me. “Not one fucking bit. You really care about this Eden and her son. This is the real deal for you?”
I turn around to face Styx, letting him see the truth in my eyes. “I may have only known Eden for eight days, but yeah . . . what I feel inside is the real deal. The way she makes me feel when I’m around her; is the real fucking deal. I haven’t wanted anything this bad in a long time, man. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep her and Alec in my life. I’m in too deep to walk away just because someone is threatening to fuck things up. Nah, I’m not going anywhere.”
Knight is going to feel what it’s like to lose everything he thinks he owns . . .
MY ENTIRE BODY IS COVERED with sweat, making it almost impossible to see because of it falling into my eyes with each thrust against the chair, I’m currently grinding against.
These leather pants are only making me that much hotter, reminding me that I need to get to the part of my routine where these fuckers come off.
Holding onto the top of the chair, I take my other hand and slowly run it down my chest and abs, before undoing my pants and lowering them down my hips a bit.
My head is so far away from where it should be right now that it’s making it nearly impossible to get through this night; through this forced act with tons of women breathing down my body, trying their damned hardest to touch me.
To get a feel of my hard body beneath their fingertips. Just that one touch that will get them through the night once they get home to their beds.
I’m a dirty temptation for them to get off to.
I’ve been so far off my game tonight, my moves not really up to par to my usual nights, but surprisingly none of the women seem to notice.
They just keep grabbing at me with one hand, while tossing me money with their other.
I’ve been too distracted to really pay attention to any of them tonight; my mind staying on Eden and our earlier conversation about Knight and his threat.
I’m not gonna lie, I’ve scanned the crowd numerous times tonight looking for that son of a bitch to show up, just to come up empty.
Has me worrying that maybe he’s decided to show back up at Eden’s place instead, knowing that I’d be here, preoccupied by a bunch of women for a while.
It’s been an hour since I’ve been able to get to my phone and my anxiety is at an all-time high, hoping like hell that I haven’t missed a call or text from her, needing me there.
“Damn, take them offffff!”
“Yeeeeees! That’s so hot! Work that chair for us, Kash!”
The yells from the crowd pull me back to the moment, reminding me that I need to get my shit together and make it through this song.
I have less than three minutes left on the stage and then I’m free to go. Shouldn’t be that hard to handle, but somehow it is. Every song tonight has felt like ten minutes, dragging on.
Standing up, I kick the chair over and pull a random girl onto the stage, allowing her to remove my pants for me.
She takes this as an opportunity to touch my body, running her nails down my thighs and digging them in, seductively. I don’t miss the fact that she also makes sure that at least three different parts of her body brush against my cock on her way to stand back up.
It’s only slightly hard, but she bites her bottom lip and growls up at me anyway, obviously turned on.
Stepping out of my pants, I grab her hair and wrap it in my hand, before turning her around and bending her over.
I’m probably being a little rougher than usual right now, but fuck, I have a lot of anger built up right now.
Doesn’t matter though, she only seems to like my roughness more, popping her ass out further for me to grind on it.
I only allow her the pleasure of feeling my cock against her for a few seconds, before I walk her off the stage and into the crowd where she belongs.
That’s when I look up to see Eden lost in the crowd, her eyes locked on me and the girl who is still feeling up my body while she has the chance.
She knows this is only my job, but it’s still hard to miss the slight disappointment and jealousy in her eyes.
Fuck, I hate that look.
Removing the girl’s hands from my body, I push my way through the crowd, toward Eden.
She just stands there and watches as multiple women reach out to touch me as I walk past them, as if they have a right to feel me up. It’s hard to make out the look on her face now, but she almost looks angry and embarrassed.
Her and I both know that as soon as I get to her that every set of eyes in this room will be focused on her and what I’m about to do.
But I don’t give a shit. She’s my girl and I want her and everyone here to know it.
I finally reach Eden and before she can say anything or walk away, I grab her face with both hands and kiss her so damn hard that she almost falls over, but reaches out to grab me instead.
Her lips feel so fucking good right now. This feels so fucking good; her in my arms; everyone here watching as I show her she’s mine.
I needed this moment, especially with how much I’ve been worrying about Eden all night. Her being here has my heart fucking jumping with joy.
“Kash . . .” she says while fighting to catch her breath as she looks my face over. “What happened to your face?” She looks frightened for me as she runs her fingers over my bruises. “Did Knight do this to you?”
I smile and shake my head. “Nah, this wasn’t him, baby. Just a friend helping me release a little steam earlier.”
Wanting her as close to me as possible, I slowly back her up against the wall, closing her in with my body. I lift both her hands above her head and run my lips up her neck, before kissing it. “So . . . Knight didn’t show up here?”
“No,” I whisper in her ear. “Remember this song?” I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist, just like the first night w
e met. “I never did get to finish dancing to it for you.”
There’s less than a minute left of the song, but I begin grinding and dancing against her anyway, brushing my lips over hers.
Everything about this moment feels so much different than the first time. So damn intimate and personal as if there shouldn’t be a crowd here to watch us.
She’s completely relaxed this time, her body naturally moving with mine, our breathing heavy and needy as my hips move her up the wall with each slow thrust.
By the end of the song, her hands are digging into my shoulders, her legs squeezing me so tight that it almost hurts.
“Shit . . . I missed you today,” I say against her lips. “A lot.”
She smiles and moves her hands up to tangle in my hair. “Same here, Kash. I got here as soon as I could. Didn’t want to wait until you got off.”
I close my eyes and lower her legs down to the ground as she runs her fingertips over my face again. “I don’t like seeing this. Does it hurt much?”
“No.” I lean in and gently kiss her. It hurts, but I’m not gonna let her know just how much. “Can barely even feel it. Who’s with Alec?”
“The babysitter. I asked her to come by for an hour as soon as he fell asleep. He exhausted himself today so I’m pretty sure he won’t be waking up anytime soon.”
I smile and run my hands through her hair. “Good. Still want me to come by when I get out of here?”
“I’d like that. I’ll text you when I get home just to make sure he hasn’t woken up.”
We both look toward the stage when the next song blasts through the speakers, seeming louder than all the rest. “Fucking Colt and his hardcore rock. Scares the crowd every time it starts.”
Eden laughs and stands up on her tippy toes to kiss me. “See you soon. And by the way . . . thanks for breakfast.” She smiles, showing her appreciation.
With that she walks away, getting lost in the crowd.
I don’t miss the fact that most the women stop watching the stage to look over at her and give her dirty looks.
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