Chapter 48 – Ashton
ASHTON
The crowd loves me.
The roar of the audience is deafening as I hop out of the ring, grabbing a towel from Jacob. Behind me, Sven’s manager is calling the medic over, trying to get his fighter to sit up.
I almost feel sorry for him.
It’s bad form to end the fight so early, just barely past the minute mark of the second round. But how was I supposed to know he couldn’t take that hit?
“That was brutal,” Jacob says, shaking his head. But he’s grinning. “I’d rather you’d waited for the third round, but—”
“Listen to them!” I laugh, motioning toward the stands and making my way down the narrow path out of the arena and back to the dressing rooms. “They loved it. Third round knockout is predictable. No one saw this coming.”
Not even me.
“All the same,” Jacob says, following me into my dressing room. I glance in the mirror, looking for any damage from the hits I took, but it looks like I lucked out tonight. Nothing but some minor swelling.
Which is a relief because Doc appears to be AWOL again tonight. Prick.
I’m reaching for my towel when I see my phone light up with a text and scoop it up instead. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or some shit.
But the message isn’t from Doc at all.
“I’ve got another potential fight lined up, if you’re interested,” Jacob is saying. “I know, I know, you’re retired. But the crowd loves you, man, you heard them out there, they—”
“Sure,” I say, not listening at all, as I stare down at my phone. “Whatever you want, man. Listen, I need the room. Right now.”
Jacob pauses. “Right now, as in—”
“Right now, as in right this second, yes,” I answer, adjusting my towel to cover my stiffening cock, and shooing him toward the door.
“Oh. Uh, sure, whatever you need,” Jacob says, heading toward the exit. “I’ll, uh, I’ll get that fight set up for you then, okay?”
I nod, eyes glued to my phone, not paying him the slightest attention.
The door shuts behind him, but I’m mesmerized, staring at the photo Alec sent us.
I had thought, just for a second, I’d seen her face up in our private box. But I’ve been seeing her face everywhere, awake, in my dreams, everywhere I look. I figured it was just wishful thinking.
But I recognize the view from this picture. She’s here, right now, up in our private box.
She came to see me fight.
My hands are shaking a little as I zoom in.
Fuck. She looks so good bent over, ass in the air like that. I’m jealous as fuck looking at the cum dripping out of her, knowing it’s Alec’s.
Asshole, I think, gripping the phone.
There’s a chance they’re still here, a chance they haven’t left yet.
I grab my towel and bar of soap and practically run to the shower.
It’s the fastest shower of my life, and I am absolutely sure I missed a button while putting on my dress shirt, but I’m outside the door to our private box in a record eight minutes.
Sure, Jacob is going to give me hell for missing the post-fight press briefing. But there’s no way I’d be able to answer a single question from any of them, not tonight. Not knowing she’s here.
“Knock, knock,” I say cheerily, pushing the door open. I don’t wait for their answer, and part of me is hoping to catch them in the middle of round two.
Sadly, I don’t.
Alec looks up from his spot in the corner of the couch with mild irritation, but no real surprise in his eyes. It figures. If he’d really wanted to keep me out, he would have taken me off the approved visitors lists.
He could have waited to send that message until their date was over, but he didn’t. I meet his eyes and know exactly what he’s thinking.
Ours.
She’s curled up against him, head resting back against his chest, seated on the couch between his open legs. Alec has one leg propped up next to him and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His free hand is stroking up and down her arm, gently, and she’s melting under the attention.
They’re cuddling.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Alec cuddle.
“Rise and shine, darling,” Alec purrs, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Sydney sits up, clearly awake, and looks around. My heart skips a beat when her eyes land on me.
“Hey, Babygirl,” I say, giving her a soft smile. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”
She smiles at me, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. “Ash,” she says excitedly. “You were incredible.”
My face hurts from the size of the smile that stretches over my face. “Really?” I press, stepping forward. “You enjoyed it?”
“Oh yes, she did. Sydney found your fight to be very enjoyable,” Alec says, hiding his growing smile behind his glass. Instead of agreeing, Sydney’s eyes go wide, a blush creeping over her face.
Huh. I’ve known a lot of women who find watching MMA at least a little arousing. Who would have guessed our sweet Sydney would be one of them?
I slide onto the couch next to her, and she moves a little to make room for me. She pulls her legs up closer to her body, tucking them against herself, and that won’t do at all. She deserves to be comfortable.
I reach out and take her legs, draping them over my lap instead.
She wriggles a little as I run my hands over the smooth skin of her shin and up to her knees.
“Did it get you a little excited?” I ask.
Sydney bites her lip and doesn’t answer me. So fucking adorable.
“You can come watch me anytime, you know that?” I assure her, sliding my hand a little higher. “And if it gets you excited, I can always help with that. I would love to help with that.”
Her breath hitches as my hand creeps higher, but she keeps her legs tightly pressed together.
I pause, my hand on her thigh. “Is… Is something wrong?”
“I, uh…” She shakes her head and leans back against Alec, looking up at him pleadingly.
“You can tell him,” Alec prompts.
Sydney shakes her head again.
“Tell me what?” I ask, glancing between the two of them.
Alec’s hand reaches down to touch her thigh, tapping it once with his fingers, like a command.
Sydney finally lets her legs fall open.
Curious, slide my hand between her legs, up her inner thigh and…
Oh.
“You’re dripping,” I observe with a light chuckle.
‘It’s not… It’s not me,” Sydney insists, throwing another quick look up at Alec.
Of course it isn’t. I know exactly who it is from that photo.
Taking her ankle, I maneuver it to the other side of me on the couch, so I’m between her open legs.
“He can be a real asshole, can’t he?” I ask her with a sympathetic chuckle. I push her dress up a little higher. “A real possessive mother fucker.”
“Watch it,” Alec growls.
“But I don’t mind,” I assure her, leaning down and kissing a line up her thigh. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”
When I get to that wet part on her leg, I drag my tongue over it, lapping it up.
Sydney gasps, writhing back against Alec. Her mouth is open in pure disbelief when I look up at her.
It’s just cum, right? Honestly, I’ve never seen what the big fucking deal was, why everyone’s so freaked out by it.
Licking my way up her leg, I pause at her soaking wet panties, glancing up her body to make sure Sydney is watching.
She is. Her eyes are wide as I peel the fabric to the side and run my tongue through all the mess Alec left behind.
“See, darling?” Alec coos to her while she whimpers, grinding back against him. “Ashton knows how to treat his queen.”
Queen? I pause, the flat of my tongue against her, and glance up.
She does look like a queen right now, doesn’t she? In a dress I know Alec probably had commissioned just for her, sitting spread-eagled in a private box that cost a fortune, with the city's two most desired men at her beck and call.
Yeah. Queen. I like that.
Hail to the mother fucking queen.
I grin, lapping eagerly at her. It’s better now that I can taste just her. She tastes so fucking good, so sweet against my tongue.
I should draw it out, make it last. It feels like forever since I’ve been able to taste her, and I want to take my time. But the second I find a rhythm and she reaches for me, burying her hands in my hair, all rational thought goes straight out the window.
I don’t want to make her come. I need it. I groan against her, sucking and licking at her clit, following every cue she gives me to deliver exactly what she needs. All too soon, she’s arching back, tugging at my hair as she grinds against me. And then—
Her thighs close around my ears, holding me in place when she comes. I ride it out with her, happily letting her pull me against her, hands gripping her hips to urge her even closer.
It’s spectacular. With her, it always is.
Hail to the mother fucking queen.