Trust Me(28)

And then she was coming. Her whole body tensed and she yelled my name as she twitched and strained against me. I couldn't hold back for another instant and pounded into her one more time, burying myself to the hilt as I came in wild spurts. Lights exploded behind my eyelids as every nerve in my body came to life in one surge of sensation and her name tumbled from my lips in a rush.

Kayla.





Kayla



I was watching him sleep. I knew it was weird as hell, but I couldn't help it. It took everything I had not to trace the line of his lips and run my hands all over his body. He was like a master's sculpture and I couldn't get enough. After all those years of waiting and wondering, I finally knew what all the fuss was about, and damn if it hadn’t lived up to the hype. It was so beautiful, tears stung my eyes. It was him. Matty that had helped me break free and I could never repay him for that.

Right on the tail of all that warmth, a blast of despair so cold it chilled me to the core swept over me. What a spot to be in. I couldn't get enough of this guy, and I'd probably just had all I was ever going to get. It was like some level in the most dastardly video game ever. Because once he found out the rest of it, he'd never want to look at me again, never mind touch me.

I thought back to earlier at the warehouse and the look of betrayal on Matty's face. If he thought my not telling him about Mick being my dad was bad, what was he going to say when he found out what had happened afterward?

The last thing Mickey had said to me played in my head like a movie reel.

“I’m done with that little prick. Do you hear me?” he shouted, yanking the table cloth from the table, splattering food and wine all over the ring. “Fuck him. Do the fight you have planned and then, we set up a bout between him and Diego. Give Diego a great back story. Some Oliver Twist shit, add some pickpocketing in there, and some crap about how much he's suffered in his life. Then, when he wins, Diego will be the golden boy of the MMA world and the McDaniels kid can go fuck himself."

Matty shifted in his sleep and rolled to his side, away from me. I hunkered down deeper into the bed and spooned him, wrapping my arm tight around his trim waist, playing my fingers over his chest before laying my hand on his heart, wishing I could protect it.

Because this fight Mick had me setting up, Matty’s first shot at getting some recognition, was doomed to end in a loss. Not because Diego was better. But because Mick would have it no other way.

Matty would throw the match in round three, or my father was going to tear up his contract and squash Bash’s deal for his upcoming fight. Mickey was forcing him to choose between his own career and his brother's.

And once I told him, he was going to hate me forever.

Happy Birthday to me.





The End