Chapter 18 Jade #2
He bites down on my nipple, pulling it hard before soothing away the sting with his tongue. “Not unless you tell me what you want, but you’re going to have to make it fast. I have to leave soon.”
“Your cock in me. Now.”
His smirk only grows as he pulls out his cock, the rest of his clothing still on.
He teases me, sliding the head through my slick folds, still not giving me what I want, even though I told him.
I dig my heels into the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer.
He chuckles and leans in, inching into me before stopping.
Sitting up, I sink my nails into his shoulders.
Our mouths collide as he gives one hard thrust, slamming as deep into me as he can.
I roll my hips, moaning into the kiss as he stretches every inch of me.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.” His hands land on my hips, and he hauls me into him hard.
I rock with him, my inner walls already clamping down and shaking.
His cock throbs, his head dropping to my shoulder.
His teeth sink into my skin as my legs shake around him.
My back arches as I try to take as much of him as I can.
He thrusts harder and deeper, fingers sliding between us. He teases my clit, pinching it and rolling it as my entire body tenses.
When his tongue tangles with mine again, he flattens his fingers against the sensitive bud, sending me over the edge.
Ezra keeps pumping into me, his body stiffening, his cock pressing deeper into me.
He comes, kissing me hard like he’s trying to steal all the air from my lungs.
As he pulls back, there’s a warmth to his eyes that hasn’t been there before, making me wonder what’s going through his head right now.
I don’t want to ask though. I think I might be scared to know the answer.
“I have to get going.” He turns to the sink and gets cleaned up. As he’s tucking himself away, he smiles. “You’re going to stay here and study, right? I don’t want you at that fight. Not when Noah is going to be there and pissed off.”
“Fine. I won’t go.”
He kisses my temple quickly before heading out the door.
I wait for nearly twenty minutes after he’s gone to make sure he’s not coming back before I change, stepping into my shoes, grabbing my keys, and heading out the door.
The shouting is nearly as loud as the pounding bass of the music.
I weave through the crowd, gripping Haven’s hand tight.
Ezra takes a hard hit, going down as blood flies out of his mouth.
I stop in my tracks, heart seizing. I don’t know how to help him right now, but I wish I did.
Haven leans close to me. “He looks like he’s taking a beating.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, pushing through the crowd, trying to get to the front.
As I do, the man Ezra’s fighting kicks him hard in the ribs.
Ezra gasps and rolls away from him, pushing to his feet.
The man lunges to the side, catching Ezra with a hard punch.
Ezra stumbles, still not bringing himself to fight.
“What’s wrong with him?” I shout at Tyson as we reach the front.
There’s no way Ezra should’ve heard me, but he does. And the moment he turns to look at me is the very second the other man is on him again.
The man’s fists are flying, pummeling Ezra’s face in until it looks like he’s more blood than man.
I swallow hard, lunging to the edge of the ring and trying to get past the sick feeling in my stomach.
He’s getting hurt because of me. Because I showed up here, and he was distracted, just like he said he’d be.
Tyson grabs me, hauling me to the side. “Come on, it’s not safe to be here. This is the first time he’s ever lost, and fights are going to be breaking out.”
“I’m not leaving him.” I shove Tyson away from me.
Strong arms band around my waist, lifting me up and hauling me away.
Tyson sighs. “We’re going to the back to wait for him there. Away from the rest of the fighting because his stupid ass would get into the middle of it all to protect you.”
I allow him and Haven to tug me out of there, but Ezra is still taking a beating.
The second we’re out back, I start pacing.
My blood is boiling as I keep pacing, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears.
There’s nothing I can do right now, but the sound of the shouting finally rises above the music.
Every time the doors open, I pause, waiting for Ezra, and each time, it’s not him.
Then, after what seems like an eternity of waiting, the door opens again, and he comes in, limping, his arm in a sling.
I rush over to him. “I’m so sorry. You’re hurt because of me.”
“Not because of you.” He looks my way, but one eye is stained with blood, and the other is swollen shut.
I don’t know how much he can really see.
“I was losing before you got here. Figured I would be. This is Noah’s punishment for spending time with your family.”
Tears spring to my eyes as I reach up to wipe some of the blood from a cut on his forehead. “I’m sorry. If I had known it was going to be this bad, I wouldn’t have brought you to see them. I wouldn’t have come down here to distract you either.”
He chuckles, but it turns into a wheezing cough. He stumbles to the side, hissing when he lands on the ankle he’s got wrapped up. “That hurt like a bitch.”
“Let’s get you home.” And then I can figure out how I’m going to make this right.
I knew bringing him around my family was going to be a risk, but I thought it would be due to them. Of course, Noah would retaliate in some way or another, but nearly killing his best fighter?
Noah arranged this to see Ezra hurt. To remind him what would happen to him if he stepped out of line.
If we were ever going to be together, would he be facing his death then? What would Noah do to him?
Maybe Ezra is right. Maybe Noah will kill him.
I’m not worth that risk, even though he seems to think I am.