Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
UFC, here I come.
My sweaty thighs squeaked obscenely on the leather of the backseat of the cab as I slid in. God, it was humid down here. I was pretty sure the temperature was higher back home in Vegas, probably in the nineties, but the air in Georgia was so heavy with moisture it almost felt like I was swimming through it. The stuff was downright cloying— alive and grasping with invisible fingers, slicking up every inch of my skin. The sharp chill of the cab’s air conditioning against my hot, wet skin gave me goosebumps, and a thin rivulet of sweat tickled my temple as it tracked down the side of my face. I shivered.
“Where to, buddy?” the driver asked through the plexiglass divider, his face weary and lined beyond his years.
I glanced up with bewildered eyes, my breaths still coming too quickly. Where was I going? Oh, yeah. I pulled the door closed behind me with a muted clunk. “Hartsfield,” I told him.
“No bags?” he asked, programming the airport into his GPS.
“Nope, no bags. It’s just me tonight.” Through the smudged cab window, I could barely see the darkened seventies split level where Jamie had grown up with his disgustingly suburban family. Fucking charming bunch, the Atwoods. Actually, I had no beef with his mom or his younger brother, Paul. But his father and his bratty older sister, Jennifer? Those two could bite my ass. Just thinking about them spiked my blood pressure anew. They had started this shit. They were the reason I was stealing away in the middle of the night and leaving my luggage behind.
“Traveling light sure makes things easier,” the driver remarked. The cab pulled away from the curb, leaving suburbia right where it belonged— in my rear view. I leaned heavily against the back of the seat, trying to relax, hoping the adrenaline would be worn off by the time I got to the airport. They were expecting me to report for day one of my pre-fight training camp around noon the next day, but I was going to surprise them by arriving early. No sense putting it off, because I only had eleven days to drop thirty-five pounds and get prepared for my first UFC fight. I couldn’t afford a distraction, even if that distraction did have sweet brown eyes and an ass that made me so hard I could fuck a hole in a steel plate.
Jamie, Jamie, Jamie…
Trying to reset and put the events of the night behind me, I ran a hand distractedly over my face, feeling the scruff of two-day stubble. Bad idea. I caught a whiff of grass and earth and fresh jizz on my fingers, and the memories slammed into me full force. Arguing with Jamie on his parents’ gazebo, calling a cab to get the hell out of there, the crazy little fucker chasing me down. Dammit, what had he been thinking? He’d baited me, punched me in the face.
I saw red.
Before he punched me, I’d only meant to leave, to sever all ties with the guy and never look back. But as soon as I felt the sting of his knuckles against my lip, everything changed. Suddenly I was a starved dog and he was my prey. He took off across the yard toward the woods, running away from me, because he knew he’d fucked up. And now I was going to make him pay.
I tracked him, put him face down in the grass, twisted his arm and secured it at the small of his back. He squirmed a little, testing me, so I mounted him and sat back heavily on his thighs. Every little struggle and whimper made me crazy with want. Instead of submitting like I’d expected him to, Jamie summoned every bit of strength he had and pushed his ass back toward me, lifting me slightly off the ground.
“Kage—” He groaned my name out, and the sound reverberated all the way down into my cock. I’d been hard for him during our entire altercation, but before I’d been able to walk away.
Not anymore.
I don’t think he consciously knew what he was doing, couldn’t possibly realize the effect his actions would have on me. God knows, I’d tried to keep my darker needs hidden when I was around him, but maybe he could see through me. Either way, it was too late now.
But I didn’t want him anymore, did I? He’d pissed me off, done everything in his power to make sure no one found out about us, and it hurt. I’d been nothing but a perfect gentleman with him, treated him like a prince, pampered him and made him the center of my world, and what had I gotten in return? Fucking denial. Now I wanted to be done with him, just put the whole summer behind me and be done, but he just kept pushing and pushing. And now, he’d pushed us both into a dark place where need was going to win out over common sense.