Page 39 of Last Round

Eager to sink into her hot, dripping core, I quickly undo my pants and drop them along with my briefs, then shove down her thong. “Spread those legs, baby. Show me my pussy.” Precum drips from my tip. I rub it around as I admire the glorious sight before me. I give my length a few tugs before lining it up with her entrance. “Hold on, firecracker, I don’t know how to be gentle…”

“Wake up, asshole.” Sean kicks me in the ribs, waking me violently before I get to plunge into her dripping pussy.

Fucking bastard, he even cockblocks my dreams. Crap…

Prying my eyes open, I realize I’m face down on my living room floor. I roll onto my back. The hardwood is like ice on my hot skin.Oh yeah, that’s why I ended up here. Luke was nice enough to drag my drunk ass to bed, but the humidity was making even my cool silk sheets stick to my body. This was the coldest place in the apartment.

“For my sake, can you at least put some drawers on before you pass out?” Sean takes a swig from the pink bottle of death.Huh, I must have stripped in my sleep.“What happened there?”

Lifting my head slightly, I glance at the broken frame with a couple pairs of panties still dangling on it.Oh yeah,that happened.Why did I bring it upstairs?

“It’s tacky,” I grunt in reply.

“Well, yeah.” Sean scratches his head. “I know that… Didn’t think you did.”

I ignore his comment, get my ass off the floor, stroll into the kitchen, and grab my jug of OJ—not caring that my bare ass is on full display. Then I chug the juice straight from the carton while scratching my nuts with my middle finger.

“You’re a pig.” His taunt lacks its usual gusto.

“Not feeling so victorious now, are you?”

“My body might disagree with the choices I made last night. But that victory still tastes as sweet this morning. It brought me a certain level of calm to expel every molecule of…everything, from my body, as a sacrifice to the porcelain gods.”

“Only you would try to make a hangover sound poetic.”

“It’s a small price to pay. Speaking of.” He grabs his phone. “I was looking at flights.”

“I’m not going.”

“We had a deal.” Sean slams his cell on the table and points at me.

I raise my hand. “Listen.” He crosses his arms but gives me the floor. “I said I’d agree to bring the kid onboard, but I didn’t say I was traveling to seal the deal.”

“Kill.” Sean scratches his head. “I’m too hungover, and on the verge of making another deposit in the bin, to be able to translate whatever the fuck you’re saying.”

“You’re the business and contracts guy. Things will need to be negotiated and we can’t both go out there. No fucking way. You want me making any of these decisions without you? You should go, meet Gold and Il Duce, hammer out the final details, and handle the transfer. I’ll stay here, manage things. Not to mention, Luke’s got his fight next weekend. I need to be here. Make sure he’s ready.”

“Shit, I forgot about that.”

I bite my tongue. A deal’s a deal, but clearly my friend here has forgotten about the bigger picture and the loyalties we have to the guys here. I’ll take on this potential champion, but I refuse to give up on Luke—he’s been abandoned enough in his life. I don’t need to be yet another asshole looking to leave him behind for greener pastures.

“Take Jessica,” I suggest, and Sean eyes me suspiciously. “On me, as an apology for last night.” I’m not sorry, but the last thing I need is to have her here bothering me while Sean’s out of town. He’ll come home to a missing fiancée and his best man being held on suspicion of murder.

“She would love that.” I can already see the gears spinning as he runs through his mental checklist.

“Then it’s settled. You go, get our big fighter, and I’ll stay here and keep the ship floating.”

“Are you sure?” Despite his question, his goofy smile gives away his excitement. He wants to go. And, well… I don’t.

“Yeah.” I wave him off. “Dani will keep me from royally fucking anything up.”

“Molly too. Speaking of…”

I freeze at the mention of his sister. Hazy memories of holding on to her last night, saying something along the lines ofmine,start to become clearer.

Did someone tell him?

No, if they did, he’d already have hit me.

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