Chapter 46
I pace impatiently outside the front of the warehouse, waiting for Becky.
Killian booked her an Uber and made me promise to wait near the bouncers.
They are watching me from the corner of their eyes, which is a relief.
I know Killian couldn’t wait with me, but knowing he’s made sure I’m safe warms my heart.
My nerves are my only issue. I haven’t seen Becky since our disagreement, and I can’t help but feel apprehensive.
The car pulls up, and Becky climbs out. She gives me a tight-lipped smile. I stand awkwardly as she walks up to me. She steps in front of me and glares at me before punching me in the arm and laughing as my face contorts.
“Ouch.”
“You deserved that. Now, take me inside. I need a drink and to see half-naked men kick the shit out of each other.” She slips her arm through mine and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Missed you,” she whispers.
“Missed you too.” I smile and grip her arm tighter as we step past the queue and the bouncers. They give a stoic nod as we walk inside.
I pull her to the bar. I need a drink to calm my nerves. I don’t know how I feel about being back here again. Last time wasn’t the night I was expecting, but it opened my eyes to a side of Killian he’d never have let me see otherwise, and I fell in love with him even more.
“What can I get ya, sweetie?” the older woman at the bar asks as she leans towards me.
“Two ciders, please.” She pulls the cans out from under the counter and passes them to me. I slide out my wallet, and she shakes her head. I frown in confusion, and she smiles at me.
“Scott, right?”
I nod and give her a smile.
“You’re just as cute as he said you’d be.” She grins at me.
“He told you about me?”
“Sure did, honey. I’m Patricia, by the way. You enjoy, sweetie. If you want another, come see me.”
“Thank you, Patricia.”
She gives me a wink as she walks away, and Becky nudges my elbow.
“Free entry and free drinks, your boyfriend is trying to impress me.”
I grin at her, but she’s always been Team Killian.
I take her hand in mine and lead her through the crowd.
After making our way to the roped-off area, we’re let straight through.
Killian has given my name everywhere, so I don’t have to pay for anything.
I can’t help but feel special as we take our seats.
“Okay, if I say anything inappropriate or derogatory aimed at your boyfriend and his body, I just want to let you know that while I know it’s uncalled for, I mean every word. Also, if you fuck this up, I call dibs. I’m gonna climb him like a tree and not spare you a second thought.” She shrugs.
“Not gonna happen.” Rolling my eyes at her, I smile, relieved that she’s forgiven me.
We watch the lower-ranking fights. I wince and flinch with every hit and kick, every crunch of bone, every speck of blood that falls on the canvas.
I can’t really see the appeal; however, Becky is like a dog on heat and can’t not say what her vagina is feeling, like it’s its own person.
I groan at the comments she makes about what she’d let the guys do to her.
“Don’t worry, I won’t discriminate against Killian; he can do all the nasty things to me, too.”
“You’re gross.”
“This is true. Make sure you tell him that, so he knows,” she winks, smirking at me, and I shove her hard enough to nearly knock her off her chair.
The noise from the crowd during every fight is loud and echoes through the high ceilings. The heat is stifling. The cider is warm, at least it’s wet. The time comes for the main event to start, and Becky grips my hand tight.
“You okay?” She turns, looking genuinely concerned.
“I can’t decide whether I want to puke or pass out.”
“He’ll be fine.”
I nod, but my palms start to sweat, my mouth dries, my heart is pounding, and I can’t stop my knee from bouncing.
They announce his opponent first; the guy comes out, he’s huge, loud and brash. He yells and pounds on his chest, and I roll my eyes. But then they shout Killian’s name.
As he walks to the cage, I stare at him, his head down, hood pulled up.
He looks fantastic. Now, I don’t know if I want to throw up or come because either is possible.
When he steps into the ring and removes his hood, the crowd goes wild.
I can’t help but stand and turn to stare at everyone screaming for him, for my boyfriend.
“Holy shit, Scott. You lucky fucking bastard,” Becky screams. She jumps in the air and starts clapping, whooping, and yelling for Killian.
He steps to the centre, staring at his opponent, nods, and steps back.
That’s when he makes eye contact with me and gives me a cheeky wink, and I have to sit back down.
My legs feel weak, and my dick jumps to attention.
I slide my sweater off and screw it up in my lap, and Becky nudges me.
“I think even I have a hard-on after that.” She fans herself, blowing out a breath.
I stare at the ring. The bell makes me jump, startling me from my thoughts.
I watch him, the way he moves, the way he flows.
His muscles ripple, a slight sheen of sweat coating his skin.
His tanned skin glistens, and the tattoos look sexy.
My name decorates his ribs, nestled beautifully among his other tattoos, and I can’t help but smile.
My cheeks flush as I think about the way his body is moving, the way his muscles are flexing, and it reminds me of how he looks when he makes love to me.
I groan, tilting my hips and squirming in my seat as I stare on, mesmerised that this god of a man is mine.
I can’t tear my eyes away; my mouth drops slightly open at the way he throws his opponent around. He’s a big guy, but Killian is fast, really fast and graceful. The way he punches, kicks, and grapples.
When the bell rings, I blow out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding it for the longest moment, each round melts into the next until Killian takes a stray elbow to the eye, my hands shoot to my mouth as his eyebrow splits.
Blood trickles down his face as the bell goes.
I hold my breath again while Jerry fixes him up, pressing and poking at the split.
He looks relaxed, though, even tossing me a wink.
I try to chill, but I feel on edge now that he’s injured.
He has a few bruises starting to darken his skin.
And I stare at him, hoping he’s not too badly hurt.
After he takes the guy down and almost knocks him out, Killian is announced as the winner. His hand is raised. Jerry grins before heading to the dressing room.
“Oh my God, dude, that was orgasmic.”
I startle, flicking my eyes to Becky, but she’s just grinning at me. “I should go and check on him.”
“Walk me out first. Then you don’t have to worry about me.”
I rush Becky to the exit, and she climbs into the car.
“Let me know how he is, okay?”
“Thanks, Becks.” I smile as she leaves, and I run back inside and down the corridor. I reach the door with his name on it and knock, standing there, heart pounding and a lump in my throat.
“Come in, Scott,” Jerry shouts, and I throw the door open.
Killian is sitting on the table. Jerry steps back from him, but I rush towards him. He chuckles as I throw myself towards him. His arms stretch out as I slam into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I stutter a breath as I wrap myself around him.
“I’m fine, Nerd.”
“Oh my God, Killian, I was so scared and so excited. My body is screaming. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I saw you take a hit and then the blood, and oh my God, are you okay?”
“Breathe, Nerd.”
The door clicks closed, and I sigh, relaxing into his embrace. And just hold him for a second.
“Hey, you okay?”
I lean up and stare at his face, wiping my thumb over his cheek. I nod, wincing as I see the stitches.
“So, is it true what they say? Are scars sexy?”
“You’re sexy.” I place my lips against his. My body physically relaxes. I slip my hand over his shoulder and into the back of his wet hair. His sweaty body, hot against my own, and I press my hips into his.
“Fuck, Nerd. Give me a second, yeah. I need to get sorted. And then I’m gonna take you home and show you how fucking fine I actually am.”
I bite my lip, and he cups my face. His thumb slides over my bottom lip and tugs it from my teeth. My eyes close, and I lean in, kissing him. He slides his tongue into my mouth. I groan, and my body goes limp in his hold.
“Take me home,” I whisper into the kiss, and he nods. I tear myself away and put some distance between us as he slips off the table, grabbing his stuff. He strips his shorts down and stands there, naked in front of me, and I close my eyes.
“Killian,” I gasp. And he chuckles. There’s the rustling of fabric. When I open my eyes, he’s wearing a jogging suit. He snatches his bag off the chair. Reaches out his hand for me, and I wrap my fingers around his.
He pulls me through the door, out into the empty space of the warehouse, which was full of sweaty bodies not long ago.
He leads me towards his car. The air is cold against my heated skin.
His car is in the corner, dark and almost out of view.
After he clicks the door open for me, I turn and wrap my arms around him.
My lips crash against his, and he pulls me into him.
I groan, his hand makes its way to my hip, down my thigh and lifts it on his hip.
He grinds his cock into mine, and the breath catches in my throat.
“Killian,” I rasp out. “I need you.” I nip at his lip. “Now.”
“Fuck, Scott, let’s get you home.” He slowly releases my leg, and I shake my head furiously.
“Killian, I can’t wait. Fuck me.”
“Scott…” he groans.
I slide my hands into his joggers. I wrap one hand around his cock, and with the other, I massage his balls.
“Nerd, you’re playing with fire. Let me take you home.”
“No, fuck me now, Killian,” I grit out, tightening my grip. I lean in, kissing him harder than before. I slide my thumb over his tip and groan at the feel of his precum that coats my thumb. “Fuck, Killian, please.”
“Jesus, Scott.” He slides the front of his joggers down, leans into the car, and slides the passenger seat back. He gets in and shuffles his bottoms down to his ankles and palms his cock. “Slide on then, before I fucking burst.”
I spin, staring around the car park before I slip my Converse off and toss them into the back.
I unbuckle my jeans and check the space before I shove them and my boxers down.
I put them on the front seat and climb in, pulling the door closed behind me.
Killian tilts the seat back, and I crawl over him.
“I don’t have any lube.”
“I don’t fucking care, Killian. I just need you inside me.
” I straddle him while he holds his dick steady.
I hover over his thick dick before I relax onto it.
He grunts, and I wince as I press down on him.
We’re both breathing heavily by the time I’m fully seated.
I rest my head against his for a second before grinding my pelvis.
Killian’s fingers dig into my hips as he slides me back and forth on his cock.
I kiss him; he grunts into it as I flick my ass.
I lean forward and start to lift. Bouncing on his lap, I grip his shoulders, using them to help me lift in the confined space.
The windows steam up. The car shakes, and I grunt, and I slam harder onto him. The car rocks harder, our bodies slam together. Our voices fill the tight space as I try to get my rhythm going. Gasping as he bucks up into me.
“Fuck Nerd. Shit. I’m gonna come.” His head flops back against the headrest. His hips buck.
I stare at him as his eyes scrunch closed.
His brow furrows as he tries not to come, but I see it as a challenge.
I bounce harder, bending my head so I don’t hit it on the roof.
I can’t stop. I need to feel him come. Wrapping one hand around my dick, I chase my own orgasm.
He yells out, and I pick up the pace, impaling myself on his dick.
His warm heat fills me, but I don’t stop.
He gasps, and his thighs tighten under me before I scream out my release, firing onto the front of Killian’s hoodie.
His head rests against me, and I rest my cheek against his head. He pants uncontrollably.
“Fucking hell, Nerd,” he blows out on a strained breath, and I can only pant into the steam-filled car. I lean back, smiling at him. When he looks up at me, I slide my hands across his cheeks, staring into his eyes.
“I love you,” I whisper, watching every minute change of his expression.
Those piercing blue eyes, so tired yet so alert at the same time.
“I fucking love you, Nerd. Fuck I love you so much.”
I smile, staring into his eyes. Staring into my future, I know whatever happens, we will be so much better than fine.
Now, how the fuck do I climb off him and get dressed without ending up with my cock and ass out in the car park again?