“Hey, that’s Camden Steel!”
My chest constricts, as the boy announces my name to everyone in the vicinity.
“Should we stop?” Tate questions.
A reporter holding a mic looks our way, her eyes lighting up with recognition.
Fuck.
Quickly she races toward me, a few paparazzi right behind her.
“Camden where have you been?” A reporter shoves her mic in my face.
“Camden why did you stop fighting?”
“Camden is this your girlfriend?”
“Ma’am are you pregnant?” I cringe at that last question.
Instantly MFC sanctioned bodyguards rush out of the arena, pushing the cameras and flashing lights away.
“Come with us sir!” Holding their arms out they lead a path to the door.
Wrapping my arm around Tate I rush inside the secure doors, and away from the sudden chaos.
Once inside a short stalky man awaits with his arms crossed. His thin red hair shining amongst the lights, and bright eyes smiling as if he loves his job and is the happiest man alive.
“Sorry Mr. Steel. Had we known you were arriving we would have had a more secure entrance.”
I raise a brow not sure who the hell this guy is.
Noticing my skepticism, he holds his hand out to shake. “I’m Conrad and I’m in charge of security. We help celebrities and high profiles get inside the building without hassle of the paparazzi.”
“Are you okay?” I take my attention off Conrad, and direct it toward Tate. She seems a little frazzled, as she nods.
Letting go of her hand I grip her chin, making her look at me.
“Are you sure?” Maybe we should leave, maybe this was a bad idea.
She smirks, pulling from my hold.
“Yes, I’m fine. That was just… interesting,” she smirks, looking away.
“Sorry, I was really hoping they’d forgot about me,” I admit.
Her brows pull together in a mix of anger and confusion.
“Camden, why would you wish that?”
Lowering my head, I swallow. I don’t want to be in the ring anymore. I can’t. I get in the cage and become someone else. A monster I never knew I was capable of becoming. One I don’t ever want to become again. I can feel it though, the beast that lurks in the depths of my wellbeing waiting to be unleashed. He’s untamable, and dangerous. Nobody would understand where I’m coming from and they can’t. I signed an NDA, I might as well have signed away my soul.
Shaking my head of the thoughts, I place my hand on the small of Tate’s back.
“Come on, let’s find our seats.”
Conrad directs us to private seats up front. The arena is so loud I can’t talk to Tate so we just exchange eye glances. Silently speaking to each other.
“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to see Wade Hafferman, and Laner Geezman get it on!” The announcer booms through the intercom.
The crowd cheers in anticipation, but what really has me excited is Tate. I know Laner has the fight.
She’s at the edge of her seat, looking over the few rows in front of us. She’s really in her element. Maybe she is ready to fight. After all, this is what she’s wanted since I’ve known her.
I have wanted to be a fighter since I was a little kid too, but Tate, she has it in her blood.
Glancing at the ring Wade stands tall and lean, his red hair his Irish trademark. Laner bounces on his heels, circling Wade like a shark. Laner is short and stalky, his braided Mohawk popular amongst the ladies.
Wade is 7 and 1, and Laner is 6 and 2. Wade has won more fights, but mostly by tap out. Laner has been knocked out each time he’s won. He has the muscle, he’s just gotta think before he reacts.
The fight starts, and Tate goes from standing up to sitting down. Relaxing in my chair I rest my arm along the back of hers and watch her. I could care less about the fight. It’s her I’m more fascinated with. Staring at her makes my heart race, and my dick hard. Finding someone who knows this world, who shares the common hot headed temper that I do. It undoes me.
She looks at me eyes wide and says something, but I can’t hear a word she’s saying.
She laughs, grabs my face and points it in the direction of the fight.
Wade has Laner in a chokehold. My adrenaline spikes. I’m shocked. I surely thought Laner had this fight. Images flash quickly in my head of my fight in The Underground and I have to clench my eyes shut, willing the images to go away.
Exhaling a breath, I slowly open my eyes and focus on the fight, telling myself it’s not me in the ring, to relax.
Laner tries to fight the hold, but it’s useless, he taps out.
The crowd erupts in cheers and boos, and I am a little dumbstruck by the outcome. Tate jumps to her feet, booing. She even cheers for the same contenders I do.
Grabbing Tate’s hand I stand, the feel of her small fingers interlocking between mine, a comfort I didn’t know I was missing ‘til now.
She leans in, the smell of her circling me. “Where are we going?” she asks.
“To the hotel, where I can fuck you.”
She steps back, her chest rising as she takes a deep breath. Her eyes flick between both of mine, and I think she’s going to refuse, but then she nods. A vixen smile splitting her face.
Conrad exits us in a more secluded area than we came in, and we drive to a nearby hotel for the night. It looks posh, no doubt what’s left of my savings is paying for this night. It’s worth it though. Every dime.
Checking in a bellboy directs us to the elevator.
Once inside he keeps staring at Tate. She’s a pretty girl, any guy can see that. I’ll let that look over slide. He glances at her again, his eyes raking her up and down and my heartbeat speeds up, my hands clenching into fists.
The elevator dings, and they step out before I can grab him by the collar and lay my fist into him.
He takes us to our room and Tate opens it.
“Thank you.” She smiles at him, and enters the room. He nods, clasping his hands together but he doesn’t leave.
“Are you waiting for a tip?” I ask incredulously.
He smirks.
“That would be great, I mean I did walk you all the way up here,” he shrugs with a dopey grin.
I look down, rubbing my cheek. “Walked us all the way up here, huh?” I laugh.
Grabbing him by the shoulder I push him back a few steps to where Tate can’t hear what I’m about to say. I’m trying my best to be a gentleman tonight, but this fucker is pushing my buttons.
“You want a tip? Don’t eye another man’s woman, especially in front of him.” I squeeze his shoulder, and he shrinks in my hold, his knees buckling. “Especially a fucking fighter’s woman.”
“Yes sir,” he squeaks, his face pinched with pain.
I let him go, shoving him back a few steps.
“Fucking prick,” I mutter under my breath. Stepping inside the room, I kick the door shut.
Tate is standing in front of a large king size bed, her arms crossed.
“Was that necessary?”
My breath catches knowing I’d been caught.
Striding toward her I grab the nape of her neck. “Very,” I whisper, backing her toward the bed.
Her breathing becomes erratic, her eyes hooded when she realizes I’m serious about taking her to bed and now.
Shoving her, she plops onto the mattress. Placing her hands behind her she holds herself up.
Pressing my knees into the bed I crawl over her body, and she lays back, her legs parting to let me in.
I slide my hand on the outside of her thigh. “These legs were made to only open for me.” I grab her jean clad pussy, and rub vigorously. “This pussy only gets wet for me.” Dipping my head I brush my lips along hers. “These lips were made to only moan my name.”
Her body trembles beneath me, and I kiss her hard. My tongue demanding entry, I greedily take her tongue hostage. Cupping her face, I pull my mouth back, and she kisses my bottom lip seductively.
Sliding my hands up her shirt I grab her tit, and pinch her nipple hard. I can’t help but notice how my hand cups her breast perfectly. I’ve been with dozens of women and none of them fit the palm of my hand like Tate’s tits do. It’s my version of Cinderella, instead of a glass fucking slipper, it’s the perfect tit.
Fairytale or not, it’s proof this maddening woman is made to be mine.
She moans, her hips bucking against mine.
“Patience baby,” I whisper against the hollow of her neck.
Her nails scratch up my back, the razor sting slicing through my skin before her fingers lock in my hair. She wants it rough.
Reaching up, my fingers slide along her forearm before cupping her hand and bringing it down.
“Not this time, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts slightly. We’ve never been together any other way. It’s a night full of firsts.
“I’ve taken you rough and any way I’ve wanted since we were kids, but I’ve never made love to you, Tate. The one thing I regretted after you left.”
Pulling her hand from mine she cups my face, her fingers rubbing against my scruff.
“I thought fighters didn’t do anything soft?”
I lean into her soft palm, kissing her fingers.
“Who said I was going to make love softly? I intend to go hard, I’m just going to ravish every inch of your body in the process. ”
Tucking my nose into the crook of her neck, I smell her. Programming it to memory. After the second year of her being gone, I forgot what she smelled like. It killed me.
Her hands sweep in between us and fondle the buttons of my pants. The head of my cock pressing into her. I bite my bottom lip, I love a woman in charge, actually, I love Tate in charge. The urge to bend her over and sink into her so deep she arches that back, giving me no choice but to tug those beautiful long locks almost unbearably.
“You’re testing my resolve, baby,” I admit. The idea of going slow and gentle dissolving into the need to go fast and hard.
Using her feet, she shoves my pants and briefs down to my knees, my cock popping out more than ready to satisfy Tate.
Sitting up on my knees my dick stands at attention, the shaft veiny and ready to sink into Tate.
Using her hands she pushes herself up and fists my cock. I suck in a tight breath, my balls squeezing from the foreign touch.
Her lips curve over the tip of my cock, and my head lolls back. My eyes rolling into the back of my head from her wet warm mouth sucking just the tip. I swear to God I fall into a realm of bliss.
She’s not the most experienced, but it’s Tate. It’s perfect.
Holding the base of my dick she slowly trails her tongue up my shaft and my cock pulses ready to spray cum on her pretty face.
Quickly I grab her hand to still her. Taking a deep breath I open my glazed eyes.
“You gotta stop that.”
“Why?” she asks sheepishly.
“Because if you don’t I’m going to cum, and I don’t want to. Not yet.”
She smiles, and sits back on her hands satisfied with herself.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pull it up over her head and throw it on the floor. Her tight stomach begs for me to touch it, to swipe my tongue along her navel. Swiping my hand along across her belly I grab her hips, hoisting her up to dip my tongue into her navel. Her fingers gently slip through my hair, as I taste the sweetness her body has to offer. Kissing her stomach I set her back on her knees and grab her sports bra, helping her out of it. Her breasts stand firmly, her pink nipples erect and waiting for me. Crawling over her she has no choice but to fall on her back, her fingers digging into my biceps as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it.
Her skin is salty and sweet and I lose control of trying to be gentle and bite at the flesh. She moans wildly, and arches her body into me. Giving herself to me, she’s in my control.
Lazily my fingers trail down the curves of her body. When I reach her jeans I unbutton them, and she raises her hips, allowing me to shimmy them down her sexy thighs. She kicks them off the rest of the way.
I pull on the black boy shorts that hold what my cock longs for.
I look at her under hooded eyes and her hands still on my head. I pull the crotch of her panties to the side and sweep my tongue in between her wet lips. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her knees coming up and body arching.
“Oh my god, Camden,” she moans.
I swipe at it again, the salty taste coating my mouth. My balls tighten, ready to cum.
Sitting up I tug her panties down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.
Hovering over her I grab her under her knee, bringing her leg around the back of me. Needing to feel her closer to me.
Slowly, I press the tip of my dick into her opening, before hitting the sweet spot. Her eyes close, her head pressing into the mattress as I go in as far as I can. Her pussy is tight and squeezing my cock like a glove. Caressing her silky thigh down to her ass cheek, I pull her onto me wanting more of her.
Thrusting in and out of her slowly but with force, I find a rhythm. Her hands slide along my chest and up over my shoulders before anchoring themselves.