Chapter 20
SAXON
She wraps her arms around my neck, her lips crashing to mine.
The world goes silent. A fog fills my mind where time and space freeze.
My stomach is on a rollercoaster, and we are free falling hundreds of feet to the earth.
But I won’t let us crash. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I hold her closer, her body flush to mine as we both fight for control over this kiss.
This fierce lust-filled kiss that has my cock rapidly hardening like stone.
She tastes like strawberry and mint, and I want more.
For years, we’ve tortured ourselves by pushing away from each other in fear of what could happen if we just let go.
My constant concern about her intentions always stopped me from moving too close.
The what ifs and possibilities that this could all be a ruse kept me behaving like the stone-faced leader I am.
I don’t want to be still anymore. I want to give in and just flow with this pleasure she gives me. So, I do.
“Saxon!” I hear someone yelling my name, but I couldn’t care less. My tongue pushing past her lips is the only obstacle I’m focusing on.
“Saxon!” Again, I ignore whoever’s calling me. I couldn’t break this kiss even if I wanted to. She has a spell on me, and I’m a man possessed. I’m seconds away from dragging her to the back room when she pulls away. Our lips dusting one another, both of us fighting for breath.
“You should probably answer them.” Her voice is a whisper, full of lust and desire. Our bodies are still pressed together. I don’t want to move; I don’t want to do anything other than consume her fully.
“Saxon!”
“What!?” I bellow, turning to face Owen as he continues to call me from the cage. Saint and Brooks are inside the fence, hyping Finn up as he bounces on his toes.
“He’s starting!” I scowl at Owen. My cock is throbbing so fucking hard in my jeans it takes all I have not to take her right here, but I resist. Sky drops her arms from around my neck and backs up a step.
A cool breeze hits me from where her body once was.
Giving me a sweet smile, she turns to face the cage as I step up to Owen and yell for Finn.
He comes to the edge, fist bumping me through the metal.
“Don’t hold back. Go do your thing! Make him bleed!
” I yell at him. He smiles wickedly, and I know his opponent is about to feel the wrath of my slightly psychotic friend.
I’d almost feel sorry for him. Almost. No, actually, I don’t.
Fuck him. He can fucking die at the hands of Finn for all I care.
The nerve of that piece of shit for looking at what’s mine.
If Finn doesn’t kill him in the arena, I’ll take care of him later.
His fate is already sealed. He won’t live to see another day. Hope it was worth it, buddy.
Stepping back from the cage, I press myself to her side.
My arm wraps around her waist, holding her tight.
She fits so fucking nicely at my side. It’s like she was molded flawlessly to fit me.
I look around at my crew and notice the girls watching the cage, all but my little sister.
I follow her line of sight. Silver eyes are on her—a pair of eyes that belong to my best friend.
She smiles at Saint, and I watch the corners of his mouth pull into a grin. What the fuck was that?
The sound of the bell dinging starts the fight, and my attention is drawn back to the cage where Finn runs full speed towards Viktor, dropping to his knees, and sliding to Viktor’s side.
Finn jumps up and lands a fierce punch to the side of Viktor’s face.
Blood instantly spits from his mouth while his head snaps to the side.
How’d that feel, fuckface? Finn’s able to quickly change his position before Viktor even realizes he’s moved and delivers a strong kick to the side of his torso, dropping Viktor like the sack of shit he is.
The crowd hollers their excitement, and I steal a glance at Sky, who’s smiling so big I can’t look away.
I’ve seen her smile before, yes, but not this carefree.
She looks different, not so controlled. She appears more relaxed, less cautious, like she’s truly having fun.
Finally enjoying herself for once. Finally living.
I pull her around to my front, her back pressing firmly against my chest, and wrap my hands around her waist. I know she feels me—my cock’s been hard since our kiss and continues to press against my jeans right against her lower back.
She doesn’t pull away. In fact, she pushes her ass tighter against me, and I can’t help the groan that creeps up my chest to my throat.
We watch as Finn continues his brutal assault on Viktor.
Blood coats the mat beneath the fighters’ feet, most of it Viktor’s, but Finn is displaying a nice cut above his eye that’s dripping as well.
Knowing Finn, he let Viktor take that shot.
He likes to prolong fights. He likes to give his opponents hope that maybe they will pull through, only to crush them in the end.
As the final round begins, Sky shakes her ass over my cock, and I’m about to lose it. I wrap my hand around the front of her neck and pull her back.
“Are you teasing me, tesoro?” My lips dust over her ear and a shiver racks through her body. Her breath catches in her throat, and I feel her pulse quicken against my fingers. I make her nervous. Good.
“N-no.”
“Are you sure? Because my cock would say otherwise.” Placing her hand on my thigh, she squeezes.
“Soon, tesoro. It’s almost over, and we’ll leave.
” Darting out my tongue, I lick the shell of her ear.
The moan that slips past her lips is so sweet, so addictive.
I can’t wait to hear it again. To taste it.
Lifting my hand, I gesture at Finn, circling my finger above my head.
“Wrap it up!” I holler at him, and I almost laugh at the look he gives me. The puppy dog eyes when I tell him the fun is over. This is Finn’s favorite activity, pummeling people until they’re nothing more than a pile of mashed flesh and bone, but I can’t wait any longer. I need her now.
Finn ends the fight with a final blow. The way Victor’s eye socket completely caves in makes me wince at the pain I know he’s feeling.
The sound of his body hitting the mat makes me smile.
He deserved worse, but any longer, and this tension between Sky and me would have erupted like a fucking volcano.
The guys storm the cage, each one giving Finn slaps and hugs for his victory.
The girls are screaming at our side. Frieda lets out a deep breath of worry for her brother.
Or rather, stepbrother—adoptive brother?
I don’t fucking know, but Finn’s parents adopted Freida when she was young and their bond is strong.
Maybe a little too strong, but fuck it, there’s no blood between them.
We all filter into the warmup room where we congratulate Finn on his victory, even though we all knew he’d win. He always does.
“Why’d you make me end it, man? I wasn’t finished having fun!” Finn jokes with me as I give him a bro hug. I pat him on the back and pull away.
“Good job, man. Listen, I got to take Sky home. You all have fun, and stay the fuck out of trouble. No more fights tonight, yeah?” The guys laugh, but I hold my glare at all of them. They all get the hint and lift their hands in surrender.
“We won’t, we won’t, promise,” Brooks says through a big smile.
“I got ’em, man. Be careful.” Saint pulls me in for a bro hug, and I hug him back.
Giving him a nod, I give the guys fist bumps and make my way to the girls.
Starting with my sister, I kiss her cheek and then proceed to do the same with the other girls.
This is my family, and I love each and every one of them.
Before I break away, I pull my sister to the side.
“Stay with Saint. No running off, and when he says it’s time to go home, do it. No back talking.” She rolls her eyes at me but understands my concern for her safety.
“I will, Sax. I promise.” She kisses my cheek, and she turns to Sky.
“Won’t you come hangout some more? The night’s still young!” I don’t even let Sky answer.
“We have somewhere to be. Next time, sis.” Sage gives her a hug and juts her bottom lip out, pretending to pout, and I wait for the rest of the girls to say their goodbyes.
Once we make it to the parking lot, I grab her hand in mine, hurrying her along.
“What’s the rush?” I don’t answer. I grab her face between my hands and slam my lips to hers once again, dying for another taste.
She melts into my touch, her back pressing against the side of my McClaren as I grind into her.
I need to feel her so fucking badly I contemplate taking her right here.
I swallow her moan and press my cock against her abdomen one more time before I pull my lips from hers.
“Get in the car, tesoro. Right. Now.” I expect her to retort and say something sly, but she doesn’t. She slides into the passenger seat without a fuss.
Good fucking girl.