And then I spotted her, standing across the room, looking lost and shy. She was wearing a low-cut dress, all tight and fucking sexy, making her tits look incredible. She looked out of places standing among the fighting crowd, almost as if she was pure and everyone else was tainted. I quickly walked through the crowd, elbowing my way toward her.
Her whole face lit up as soon as she saw me. I felt something right then, something that was almost as good as the fight itself.
“Hey, sis,” I grunted.
“Hey, yourself. Congrats on your win.”
“Thanks.”
She stood close to me, and I could sense exactly what I expected. Behind her smile, there was a tinge of fear. Subtle, but it was definitely there. She was uncomfortable, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of the crowd or because she had just watched me beat a man to a pulp.
I had known she would respond that way. I had known it would scare her to see me fight like that, to see me really let loose and try to destroy another person. She wasn’t used to it; it wasn’t a part of her life like it was a part of mine.
“What did you think?” I asked her.
“It was . . . exciting.”
“Liar,” I grunted, standing close.
“I’m not lying.”
“I can see right through you.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
She sighed. “Fine. Okay. It was intense. It was easy when I didn’t know the guys fighting, but watching you like that was a totally different thing.”
“And now you’re a little scared of me,” I said, smirking at her.
“No, I’m not scared.”
“You should be, sis.”
“Why?”
“Because now you know what I’m capable of.”
“Yeah. That’s true. But there’s something else, too.”
“What?”
She looked embarrassed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was also a little . . . you know.”
I grinned and felt my cock stir as I looked at her. She was clearly uncomfortable, and I knew exactly what she was going to say. I could see it in the way her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath coming in deep and fast. I could see it in the dress she was wearing, the dress that screamed sex, and the way her eyes lingered on my body. I knew what she wanted.
“It turned you on,” I whispered in her ear. “You thought to yourself, if I could fight like that, imagine how I could fuck.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“And now you can’t decide if you want to run away or if you want to go all in.”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll tell you this: I fuck better than I fight. You only got a little taste of what I could do to that dripping pussy of yours.”
“I’m not dripping.”
“Don’t lie to me again. I know if I reached under that dress, I’d find you soaked through your panties.”
“Cole,” she said, pushing me away. “Look, I just wanted to say that you can come back, okay?”
She was blushing like crazy, and I could practically smell the desire rolling off her in waves. My heartrate was up and my cock was hard, so hard that I was worried someone might notice.
“Come on,” I grunted at her. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
She blinked at me and then nodded. “Okay.”
I grabbed her by the hand, nodded at Ronnie, and then led her out of the locker room and down a series of hallways. The venue was old and full of a bunch of different dressing rooms. It had been built for something else back in the day, something like plays or live theater or some shit like that. The dressing rooms were like honeycombs. I chose one at random, ducking inside.
I flipped on the light. There was a couch against one wall and a vanity on the other. Old costumes hung on hangers from a rack, and posters advertising movies older than the both of us combined were framed and hung on the walls.
I grabbed her hips and pressed my body against hers, kicking the door shut behind us.
She knew what I wanted. She could feel my dick pressed against her core. But she didn’t move, didn’t say a word, as I slowly slid my hands up her legs and grabbed her ass, pushing her dress over her hips. She gasped as soon as my palms pressed against her panties.
“Sure you want to be alone with me?” I asked.
“No, not at all,” she whispered.
I kissed her, deep and hard. She kissed me back, and I knew she was lying.
I knew she wanted to be alone with me more than anything else.
Chapter 9
Alexa
He was right. He always seemed to be right when it came to what I was thinking.
The truth was, watching him destroy that guy in the ring had been terrifying. I’d kept thinking, I know that guy, that’s my stepbrother, that’s my husband. It had felt like I was watching someone else and I had to remind myself of who he was.