Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I whined and bucked into his hand. I moved faster and squeezed his length. His moan vibrated into my Adam’s apple.
His lips found mine again. Our kiss grew more desperate; our hands moved even faster. I couldn’t stop bucking into his hand. I needed release. I needed an outlet. My insides were strung up tight and threatening to overwhelm me. I panted into his mouth as I kissed along his jaw. I made my own marks to match his. Our moans bounced off each other when our cocks touched. His dark eyes bored into me, that smirk I loved on his face as he watched me fall apart.
I came with a whine, spurting hot into his hand. My head fell back with my moans. Lotto milked every last drop then bucked into my hand. I worked him faster until he reached his peak. His cum coated my hand and my abs, my name mixed with his grunts.
Our breaths mingled; we shared a few lazy kisses that slowly turned more desperate. I pressed against Lotto just to feel his warmth. I didn’t realize my body was trembling until Lotto raked his fingers through my hair.
“I’m here, Bones.”
“You better be.”
“Always.”
I nodded and kissed him again to seal our promise.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
ARI
Iheld my breath as Bones stepped into the ring.
The crowd around us roared when he and his opponent tapped gloves.
The past five and a half weeks all came down to this.
His first match back.
I didn’t really matter. Teo and River had won with no issues. No matter what happened here, Smiley’s would get our first W in the books in a long time.
But God, I hoped he won. I wanted to give Lucien Fritz and Troy Godwin the biggest middle finger I could, courtesy of a 3-0 comeback win.
The bell rang; the match started.
Bones ducked and dodged with ease. His punches? Flawless. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This was Bones at his best. In his element. Where he deserved to be.
One of his uppercuts connected with the underside of his opponent’s jaw.
He immediately crumpled to the ground.
Bones’ smile was so bright, it could have powered all of Seattle.
He was a winner. And so was Smiley’s.
We were so back.
The smile stuck on my face for the rest of the week. Three more matches, three more wins. We squeezed back into fifth place with a River knockout. If we kept up this pace, we’d be top four, no problem. Without Lucien and Troy breathing down our necks, I felt lighter than I had in ages. So did the rest of the team. Smiley’s was happy again, and we had all the momentum behind us.
Or at least some really clutch losses from the top four under our belts.
We rolled up to the auditorium in San Diego for pre-match interviews, but before we could even set our stuff down, someone whistled to get our attention.
Alonzo from St. Luka’s waved at us with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever. “Look who it is! Come to join the big wigs again!”
River snorted and leaned into me. “Thank God our match isn’t against them. Alonzo somehow got even beefier.”
“He’s like if Mr. Clean and the Terminator had a baby,” I said.
“If that baby was the sun for the Teletubbies, sure.” Bones smiled and waved back. “Dude’s smile can be seen from space.”
We set our bags down and exchanged handshakes. Smiling, I watched my guys. Everyone was so much more relaxed, especially Bones. The ease in his demeanor warmed me. This was so much better than our previous run-in with the church-backed team.
Monique lingered near me as the guys started talking about their upcoming matches.
“I was so happy when I saw we were fighting at the same ring.” She sighed and knocked her arm into mine. “I love the guys, but sometimes there’s way too much testosterone.”
“Tell me about it.” I laughed. “I almost joined the Circuit, actually.”
“You fight?”
“Once or twice.”
“Man, I would have loved that. Another girl to lay out in the ring.” Moni ribbed me again with a grin. “Maybe we can go one on one some other time.”
“I’d pay to see that!” Teo said as he passed. He shot us a wink before disappearing into the media circus around the ring.
I shook my head. Next year, we were getting a different fighter.
Frankie shook Vinny’s hand and turned around to face me. He gestured to the interviewers close by. River was already there, being fitted with a clip-on microphone. Teo yapped his head off about being excited to push for the top. Bones waited with Lotto by the sidelines, chatting with Alonzo and Vinny from St. Luka’s.
I waved Frankie off. I was more than happy to watch my guys at work. The fame, the glory, the fortune—they deserved it all.
Vinny called Monique’s name, and she patted my shoulder. “Looks like it’s my turn to fake nice for the camera.”