Page 3 of Last Round

“Where’s the fun in that?” I offer before gripping the fireman's pole and sliding down to the gym below. What’s the point in renovating an old firehouse into a state-of-the-art training facility if you don’t utilize its most awesome feature?

It isn’t long until Sean is following me. He might argue, but his eyes still twinkle with childish joy each time he does it. However, the second his feet hit the ground, his all-business persona resumes. “Look, we need to get some bigger talent. The gym is in the red. We need some big names, champs, to come in here for their training camps. I’ve put a couple of feelers out, but this feature could help really highlight what we have to offer.”

“And the bar?” I ask. Sean has a better head for business and numbers. While everything is in my name, he’s the true brains behind the operation.

“Great. It’s the only reason we haven’t gone bankrupt. But if we can get a title holder training at our gym—”

“Everything will be gravy.”

“Yes,” Sean says with a relieved sigh. “Now go be your charming self.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I wave him off and turn towards the camera crew positioned at the entryway, and my dick perks up as my eyes land on Tits McGee, who’s currently testing the elasticity of her blouse. This interview got a thousand times more interesting. A smile spreads across my face as I reach over my head and take off my shirt.

“Kill,” Sean cautions.

“Just being my charming self.” I wink at him as I slide my athletic shorts lower. Her warm honey eyes lock on to my tenting shorts like a heat-seeking, horny missile. And her pink tongue darts out as she moistens her lips. This is going to be easier than I thought.

“Hi,” she says in a deep, breathy voice. “I’m—”

“Alyssa Lee,” I finish for her, something I plan to do in more ways than one, and raise her extended hand as I press my lips to her knuckles. “I’m ahugefan.” Emphasis on the huge. My eyes dart to the real stars of that news channel, and the anchorwoman’s face flushes as she bats her lashes in my direction.

Her hungry gaze travels down my torso. “That’s a very interesting tattoo.” She’s laser focused on the colorful arch that extends from my side, down the center of my abdomen, before trailing all the way to the base of my cock.

“Aye, care to find the treasure at the end of the rainbow?” I ask her, my accent thicker than the organ swinging between my legs. She chews on her bottom lip and nods.Every fucking time.“Follow me. I’ll give you a private tour of our finer facilities. Show you where the real action happens.”

“Yes, please,” she all but moans, pausing to clear her throat as she turns to her camera crew and rambles off some instructions about them filming a few of the guys currently sparring in the ring.

Arm in arm, I lead her to the back office.

“Hey,” Sean yells at my back. “You’ll be at the bar tonight? I need to talk to you.”

I wave him off in acknowledgement. He probably wants to talk wedding bells, when all I want to do is plan the bachelor party. I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke out some frilly binder with a page dedicated to each facet of his dream ceremony.

However, right now, there is only one brain I’m thinking with, and it definitely isn’t the one he’s interested in discussing at the moment.

Breathless

Killian

It’sfuckinghot,andhumidity gives the neon shamrock sign a hazy halo. This ridiculous summer heat wave is going to be the death of me. I thought nothing could top last year.

Crossing West 7th, I suck down the last drag of my cigarette and flick the butt into the can outside. My sanctuary is tainted by the knowledge that my best friend is about to marry a succubus and I’m going to spend the rest of my life hearing about it.

The woman already thinks she has a say in my bar because she’s fucking Sean. I dread to think how far she’ll sink her talons when it’s all legal. Because this bar, the club, it’s all half his. Yes, my money got us started. But the businesses would be nothing without him—fuck, I’d be nothing without him. I just fucking hope he’ll listen to me about a prenup. It’s one thing for Jessica to lead him around by his dick, but I won’t let her suck Sean dry before she kicks his ass to the curb.

“Yo, Kill,” Lukas, one of our new fighters, greets me as he rounds the corner, finishing his own smoke just outside the door.

“Luke, dude. Don’t you have a fight coming up?”

He shrugs his shoulders, and I snatch the cigarette from his fingers.

“No smoking, no drinking,” I remind him. “Not when you’re this close to a fight.” These young guys forget fighting is about more than just who can hit the hardest or how tough you are when it comes to blocking or taking a blow. Stamina is the difference between being good and becoming a champ.

“It’s just one.” The son of a bitch rolls his eyes at me, and I smack him upside the back of his head.

“Yeah.” I take a long drag, finishing his smoke before putting it out in the canister. “And it’s also one too many.” The fucking kid needs to learn. He has all the makings of becoming one of the next big names, but lacks fucking discipline. Fortunately, he’s got mean Ol’ Daddy Killian to whip his ass into shape. “Give me your keys.” I hold out my hand.

“I haven’t had anything to drink.” He scrunches his brow at my request, which was more of an order.

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