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Edging toward the finish line, I begged, “Again, Matty. Spank me again.” And he did. Over and over again.

That’s all it took. I rocketed into space. My cries of passion caused his thrusts to become even more demanding and furious as my walls spasmed against his rock-hard shaft.

Tossing his head back, Matty roared as he unleashed a tidal wave of hot seed into my spasming channel. Closing my legs, I trapped both his cock and come inside of me, causing the most delicious sensation to creep up my spine as the waves of euphoria moved to every cell of my body.

Matty shook from head to toe, before he pumped one final time into my core. Panting, we both stayed there for a moment, catching our breath as we floated back down to earth.

Pulling out of me, Matty grabbed a hunk of paper towel and wet it under the tap. Gently, he cleaned between my legs and tossed it into the trash before doing the same to himself.

Feeling boneless, I tugged up my shorts and dragged them into place. When I turned, Matty was already dressed and laced his arms around my neck.

“So I guess you liked my surprise for you,” he teased, kissing first my forehead and then my lips.

It took me a second to realize what he meant. “Your tattoo!” I laughed, throwing my arms around his waist and squeezing. “I love it almost as much as I love you.”

“Good. Otherwise, it would be a total bitch to remove,” Matty teased, softly batting his nose against mine.

There was a sharp knock at the door of the locker room then. Hawk’s booming voice called out, “All right, Champ. Get your clothes on and get out here. Your fans want to see you.”

“That man is forever interrupting us,” Matty jested in reference to the night of his prison release party, as he lazily gave me another kiss.

Together, we walked out hand in hand, and immediately Matty was swamped with people who wanted to congratulate him on an amazing fight.

Stepping back so he could take pictures and sign kids' autograph books, I watched from afar, thinking how good he looked with those tiny adoring fans.

The three drinks I had before Matty’s fight suddenly kicked in then and I decided to head to the bathroom. After attending to my needs, I stepped out of the women’s restroom when a shrill sound wailed above me. The fire alarm was going off.

Bomb popped out of the men’s room at nearly the same time. Looking around the crowd, he said, “Evie, you okay?”

Nodding, I looked about for my friends. When I didn’t see anyone, I asked, “What’s going on? Do you think it’s real?”

“I don’t know. Could be real, could just be some kid having fun. Either way, we have to go outside,” Bomb answered. “Come on, I’ll take you with me.”

He was right. False alarm or not, the building would be cleared to make sure everyone was safe to return. Bomb grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the back entrance of the building. I thought that was strange, but I guess it was closer than the front and so probably the best choice to exit out of during an emergency.

However, as soon as we were through the back door, I realized this was never about my safety and there was no fire. Someone had pulled the alarm. But it wasn’t a kid.

“Hey there, Evie,” Maze greeted me with a feral smile. “Good to see you again, Babe. Did you miss me?”

My voice caught in my throat. My eyes shot wildly up to Bomb who was just standing there, not reacting.

“You got my money?” Bomb demanded, his hold on me becoming less protective, and more aggressive by the second.

Maze gave one of his men a head nod, and a black gym bag got tossed at Bomb’s feet.

My captor leaned down, picked it up, and hefted the contents. “It better all be there,” he warned.

“Now why would I fuck over a future Brother?” Maze spoke, smiling like the crazy man he was. “It’s exactly what we discussed. Right down to the last penny.”

Snapping out of my shock, I realized I had to fight back now, or forever regret my cowardice. Jerking hard to the right, I managed to break free from Bomb. Unfortunately, he was too fast and snagged my hair before I could shoot back into the building.

“A deals a deal,” Bomb returned, launching me in Maze’s direction.

Tripping on my own two feet, I nearly hit the ground but the President of the Watchmen caught me before I could. Pulling me into his arms, he knotted his hands in my hair giving it a hearty whiff. “Love the way you smell, Babe. Can’t wait for my sheets to smell like you in the morning after I fuck you all night long.”

My eyes traveled desperately back to my only exit, but it was already closed, and Bomb was long gone.

“Prez, we need to get out of here before someone comes looking for the bitch,” a man whose patch read, Scratch, said then.

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