Just One Regret(40)

“Heard you get up, couldn’t fall back asleep.”

“It’s five in the morning.”

She looks at me with sultry eyes as she wraps her hand around my dick. Fuck, I’m so hard. And so screwed. “You want me to stop?”

Her pink tongue darts out and licks a circle around the tip. I brace one hand on the side of the shower and my hips jerk forward.

“Hell no, I don’t,” I groan and finally get my wits together.

If I show up to train after a fucking morning orgasm, Rodney won’t only be able to tell, but he’ll make me pay for it until I’m puking all over the place.

I need to focus on the fight in New Orleans. The payout alone is enough to set me up for a couple of years.

Bending down, I reach under her arms and pull her up to standing.

“I can’t let you do that,” I tell her and watch her eyes drop back down to my still hard dick.

It’ll be like that all day, every time I remember the pout that forms on her lips.

As if sucking my dick is the only thing she wants to do in life.

Normally, I’d agree.

Taking a step forward, I push Kennedy back until she falls onto the bench at the back of my two-person shower.

“Rodney will have my balls in a fucking vise grip if I come this morning,” I tell her as I drop to my own knees.

“Rodney needs to chill out,” she says, but her words lack the fight as I put my hands on her knees and spread them open. She’s still mostly dry, my body covering her from the water spray, but her pussy is already swollen and glistening.

I run my finger along the side of her labia, touching her but not close enough to do anything other than torment her.

Her hips jerk and I flash her a smug grin.

“Did thinking of sucking me off get you hot, beautiful?”

“You know it does.” Her voice is breathy, and I love it.

I love that she loves my cock as much as I love being inside her body and her mouth. I’ve never seen a woman who could come close to an orgasm just from giving a blowjob, but I have no doubt Kennedy could if I let her.

Sliding my finger through her slit, I rub gentle, torturous circles around her clit. Her head tilts back and her lips part on a whimper of need.

“Fuck, you’re hot like this, so sexy when you’re spread wide for me.”

“Grayson…”

“I know what you want.”

I don’t give it to her, though. I continue torturing her with my finger. My dick is aching, pre-cum dripping from my own slit as it weeps with need, wanting relief.

She cracks one eye open at me and smirks. “Are you driving me crazy in general?”

Yes. Absolutely. I fucking love watching her fall apart. “I could leave you like this, on edge and so close to coming that you’ll be thinking of me all day, waiting until I can give you relief later,” I tease her and watch her lips twist.

And fuck me if she doesn’t bring her hands up and slide them up her thigh. My jaw drops as I watch her press two fingers inside her pussy. My finger on her clit rubs harder as she begins to move her fingers.

“Or I can just take care of it myself.”

Like hell she will. It’s sexy as fuck watching her masturbate in front of me, but her orgasms are mine.

I wrap my hand around her wrist, pulling her fingers from her body, and then I stick them in my mouth. I groan around her, inhaling her scent and tasting her juices.

I’m so fucking hard.

My finger moves harder on her clit and I shoot her an arrogant smirk when I pull her fingers from my lips. “Later, I want to watch how you fuck yourself. But this morning, this is mine.”

Then I lean forward and shove my tongue inside of her. I taste her clit, feeling her body begin throbbing as she rocks her hips against my face. I fucking love how wild she gets, how completely uninhibited she becomes whenever I touch her.

Pressing my hands against her hips to hold her in place, I continue licking and fucking her with my tongue until her inner thighs begin trembling. I press down harder on her thighs just as her hands fly to my hair and she begins screaming my name as I take her over the edge of her orgasm.

I taste her swollen pussy with slow and gentle licks of my tongue while she comes down from her climax and she sinks into the wall of the shower.

“Good morning,” she whispers with a satiated smile on her lips, looking up at me through hooded lashes.

I wrap my hand around my cock and give it a hard jerk, squeezing the base to keep myself from spilling my come all over her chest and stomach. I want to mark her. Make her mine.

“I can help with that.” She nods toward my erection and I take a step away.

I want nothing more than to let her.

“Rodney will kick my ass if I show up tired today.”

Understanding flashes in her eyes. She’s constantly asking me questions about training and fighting, learning more than what she already knew. I feel a surge of pride whenever she wants to know and understand more. I fucking love that she loves my sport…the very thing that changed my life and gave me purpose.

Standing up, she reaches around me for her body wash. It smells like flowers and spring. I never imagined girly shit in my shower or my apartment, but after just a few days I can’t imagine her stuff not being here.

“We haven’t celebrated your new job yet,” I say once we’ve gotten around to the showering part of the morning and are drying off. I’ve been so fucking busy, and I hate that a month has gone by and I still haven’t taken her out for a proper dinner.

She smiles and her eyes turn softer. “It’s okay. You’re busy.”

I scowl. “It’s not okay. Just because I’m busy doing my job doesn’t mean we forget about yours.”

Her lips quirk, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking.

“What?” I ask, harsher than necessary.

She laughs softly and shakes her head. “Nothing…it’s just that you said ‘we.’” She shrugs and turns away. I catch a flash of hot pink burning her cheeks and stop her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” I say, meeting her brown eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “It’ll always be you and me from now on. Right?”

Her throat works slowly, and her lips part. What I wouldn’t give to be able to toss her back into my bed again.

Spend all day ravishing her.

“I know,” she finally says and licks her lips. “I love you—you know that, right?”

Fuck. I do. Of course I do. I see it in the way she looks at me, the way she touches me. I’ve been in love with her since we were kids, too, even if I spent years denying it and trying not to think about it.

I spin her around, sliding my hand across her cheek and pushing her hair past her ear.

“You know that I feel the same way, too. Right?”

She nods, throat working again.

The words I want to see get lodged in my throat. Three simple words.

Yet I’ve never said them. To anyone.

My voice croaks, but I push through. This is Kennedy…she deserves to hear them. “I love you too. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do.” Her voice has gone soft again. That sweet sound that makes my dick harden beneath my towel. I pull her to me, growling playfully when she smacks my ass.

“Get off me. You have to get ready for work.”

“All right.” I let go and take a step backward toward the bedroom. “But we’re doing dinner tonight, okay?”

She rolls her eyes, but I see the playful glimmer in them. “Go, caveman. Go kick someone’s ass today.”

I smack the doorframe twice, leaving her to get ready for work as she spreads out her makeup that’s beginning to consume my bathroom counter.

I plan on making the move in with me permanent. As soon as my next fight is over.

“Hey.” I jump back to the bathroom and press my lips to her forehead. “I love you. Have a good day at work.”

The answering sparkle in her eyes is my reward and I leave the bathroom, having that be the last thing I see…the one thing I want to see every day.





Twenty-Five





Kennedy





Everything feels the same as it did just a few months ago, and yet so different at the same time.

The crowd thunders, the lights flash, and the men fighting in the cage in New Orleans remind me of how much my life has changed so quickly since I ran into Grayson in Vegas.

All because of one night, because I listened to Sarah.

She deserves a hell of a birthday present from me.

The setting is where the similarities end, because inside of me, my heart thunders like a jackrabbit on steroids.

This time, I’m in Grayson’s corner.

We’re two rows back, sitting right next to the tunnel where Grayson will enter in only minutes.

I might pee my pants from nerves before I see him.

I reach out next to me and take hold of Sarah’s hand. Fans stomp their feet, hooting and hollering their approval or disappointment as the middleweight champion lifts his golden belt high above his head.

I can barely hear the shouts over the thumping in my ears.

My pulse is beating so fast, fueled by adrenaline and nerves, that I might have a heart attack before the night is over.

“If you don’t mind,” Sarah shouts into my ear, leaning close so I can hear her, “I’d like to have use of my fingers before the night is done.”

I pull my lips to the side and loosen my grip on her. “Sorry.”

She pats my back, her bright pink painted lips tilting up at the edges. “So, I take it you’re nervous.”