Page 45 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

“It’s not,” she denies. “We had a pretty solid childhood, while it lasted.”

Telling her I’ll be a second, I send her on to the ring I reserved. Changing quickly, I find her there, stretching.

“I hope you’re ready to bring it,” she says with a grin. “I really will beat the shit out of you, baby.”

“Bring it on, baby girl. I hope you’re ready to eat the mat!” Trash talking is half the fun when it comes to sparring with Pay.

Making sure both our hands are taped and our mouth guards are in, we begin to spar. Patience is really good. She watches her blind spots and almost knocks me on my ass several times. For it being her namesake, my girl isn’t very patient though.

Lunging for me, she leaps onto my back, locking her arm around my throat. I do what anyone would have done: squashed her by dropping onto my back. As she grunts, I twist around and I’m kneed in the stomach for my efforts. Huffing out a laugh, we spar for a bit longer until I manage to have her twisted into a pretty little pretzel with her head down on the mat and her ass up in the air.

Squeezing my hand between our bodies, I rub my finger along her panty line. Patience makes a needy sound and I grin.

“If I promise to make you come, do you concede the fight, baby girl?” I ask her. I don’t want to get kicked in the head because she doesn’t want to lose.

“Yes,” she grinds out, and I’m on the move. Peeling down her shorts and panties to her thighs, I palm her ass, opening them wide. She’s already glistening, making me moan.

Licking up her arousal, I get to work eating her gorgeous pussy. “I’ve missed the way you taste,” I murmur. Sucking, nipping, I listen to her noises as I ease my fingers inside her.

I don’t want her to come yet, though. I crook my fingers, sucking hard on her clit. Her walls are fluttering, and her body has a sheen of sweat that is only partly from sparring with me.

As she gets closer, I straighten, ignoring her whine. Pushing down my workout shorts, I release my cock, pumping it twice before sliding it inside of her. I want her to come on my dick or not at all.

“Fuck, baby. It’s like coming home,” I groan. Holding tightly to her hips, I fuck her into the mats. I know she may have bruises tomorrow, but it’ll just be something to remind her of me. Patience’s brown hair spills across the ring, loose because I pulled the hair tie out.

The bun works well for sparring, but I love seeing her pouty lips pant for breath, her hair over her eyes. Speaking of, she pushes it out of the way, squealing in surprise as I thrust so hard that she slides forward.

Smirking, I grab her waist and a handful of her gorgeous mane, pulling her tightly to me. Her back glued to my chest, I kiss her as she rolls her hips as she rocks against me. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good,” I praise her as her wide blue eyes are overtaken by her pupils. She’s so close to coming for me and I don’t want it to end.

Collaring her throat with my palm, I slide the hand that was on her hips down her pelvis and through her arousal as she continues to fuck herself on my cock. Gathering it up, I rub her clit firmly.

“Cal, oh… fuck,” she gasps, her hips rolling in a circle. I swear I see stars as she does that, and I bury my face in her shoulder to bite it. That throws her over the edge. She screams and creams all over my dick.

Squeezing her hip, I thrust up into her, fucking her hard. Patience grabs onto my arms for purchase, and I smirk, knowing she’s worried she’ll fall. I got her. There’s nowhere for her to go since I’ve anchored her to me with my hand around her neck and hips. I love her possessive touch though, and my balls start to draw up.

“I love you, baby,” I groan as I start to fill her with my release. I’m so glad she asked to spar. I didn’t expect for it to end in sex in the ring, but it’s so perfectly us.

Chapter Fourteen

“I feel like we should be doing more,” Patience says, frustrated as she paces in the living room. “There are all of those men and women who are still there, Rooke. Fuck, they’re grooming and training children!”

“I know,” I grunt. I do know, and I feel a tendril of shame. I should be this upset, too. It’s like everything has been calmed down a bit, so it feels as if the four months that I was captive was a dream. Fuck, I’m a terrible person. I just wanted to move on, but Pay is right. There’s work to do. “Okay, baby. Let’s fuck it up.”

Patience gives me a brilliant smile, and a little broken piece of me fits back into place. I’m human, I’m fallible, but I can do better.

Ki comes into the room, brow raised as he sees where Patience is now squatting next to me.

“Is this a private meeting?” He chuckles.

“Can you help me take down a sex ring? If not, go away,” she says dismissively. I think she thought he’d tell her that it wasn’t safe or some shit.

I’m learning that there are many facets to Kian Park, some that I even like. Giving Patience his best ‘game on’ look, he pulls out his phone.

“There are a couple of things that are going to happen. I’m going to call in a favor with the Locked Souls Society. They’re a secret society that I went undercover for and have worked with in the past,” he explains. “I’ve kept a lot from you, Pay. Some because I wanted to keep you safe, some because I was ashamed of it, but—”

“What?” she asks, standing to face him.

“If I had just told you some of the shit your grandfather had me doing for him, maybe you wouldn’t have been kidnapped,” he sighs. Oh shit. This isn’t on him. Yes, the truth is important, but Nixen was on the warpath.

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