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His ass is still clenched so tight around my cock that I'm powerless to do anything other than rut into him, my pelvis bouncing off his muscular ass. I'm not even holding the vibrator anymore. I'm holding on for dear life, fingernails digging into Dom's hips as we both jerk and spasm and moan incoherently.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuccckkkk!"Dom roars, and his ass tightens around me even harder, a second wave of pulsing milking my cum deep inside him.

Dom reaches back and pulls the vibrator out before I slump over his back, kissing and licking up the beads of sweat that have formed between the lines of defined muscle.

"God damn," I say finally, my voice coming out in a croak. "I really hope fucking me feels this good to you," I say dreamily, dozing with my softening cock still inside him.

"Mmmm,"is all Dom can muster.

When I eventually gather the strength to push myself back up and pull out of Dom, I sit back and admire my handiwork for a few moments.

"I can't wait until you see your cum dripping out of me like this," I say, swiping my fingers through the mess and pushing some of it back inside with my index finger. "I want you to mark me like this, so you know who I belong to."

CHAPTER 26

DOM

"Bo Hoyt looks different in person," Cam whispers next to me. "The pictures don't really do his similarities to Sid the Sloth justice."

I cough to cover up the snort of laughter that startles out of me. On the other side of me, Dwayne's shoulders shake. It isn't necessarily the most mature or professional way to behave at the official weigh-in, but then again, neither is walking in with an entourage of young women wearing tight t-shirts so tiny their boobs hang out the bottom, each of them with a letter of Hoyt's last name. Dwayne and I were already forced to hold our laughter when Cam pointed out that the girls weren't even standing in the right order, so instead of spelling HOYT, they spelled YOTH. Which, as Cam so eloquently points out, happens to rhyme with sloth.

Because the event is televised, there's a lot of standing around waiting. Finally, we're both announced and brought out on stage. Hoyt is called first, announced as the winner of multiple world championships, boasting an impressive record of wins and knockouts that surpass my own. I have to remind myself that he's had an extra ten years of fighting under his belt toearn those titles, whereas I've been out of the game. Cam slips his hand into mine and gives it a small squeeze just before the announcer calls my name.

"And now, returning to the ring for his highly anticipated comeback, the reigning undisputed champion, six-time world champion, with the highest win and knockout record during his tenure—DOMENICK CONNOR!!!"

I return Cam's squeeze and straighten my spine, walking out and taking my place next to Hoyt as the roar of applause continues. We pose for a picture, holding up our fists in a fighting stance. I cut my eyes at Cam standing offstage with Dwayne and shoot him a wink.

Hoyt huffs an obnoxious laugh. "You're fucking kidding me," he drawls under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. "Not gonna lie, I thought for sure those photos were doctored or that maybe your girl was a little on the masculine side, but Dom Connor is really fucking a dude. Holy shit. Must be some kind of ass to turn a champ like you, or maybe you couldn't get any good pussy anymore since your girl left you for a taste of this prime white meat."

"I like a bit more challenge than someone else's fame-seeking leftovers," I say, facing him for the handshake and holding out my hand, a cocky smile to rival his plastered to my face. "But I hope you two are very happy together."

Hoyt's face turns almost as red as his hair. Both of us take a turn standing on the scale to be weighed—his 225 to my 236. Then we face the cameras again for a handshake photo, but Hoyt is still glaring daggers at me, looking like he might not want to wait to punch me. I raise my eyebrows, reminding him what he's supposed to do now. Instead of shaking my hand, Hoyt spitson the ground, narrowly missing my shoe, mutters a slur loud enough for the announcer's microphone to pick up, and storms off.

Facing the cameras, I smile and shrug, showing all the confidence and self-assuredness they expect from me. Weirdly, the interaction actually made me feel more confident. Knowing it’s too easy to get into Hoyt's head, but he can't crack me. I shake the hand of the announcer, producer, and host before waving to the crowd and making my way off stage. Dwayne knows the deal. We need to get out of here before the media swarms.

We take Cam on a short tour of Las Vegas, have an early dinner, and make a quick stop at the casino inside our hotel before we head back to our suite for the night. There will be more time to explore and enjoy Las Vegas after the fight, but tonight we need to focus on getting our rest before all the promotional stuff in the morning, and of course the fight tomorrow afternoon. I wanted Cam to get to see a little of the city while we had some time.

The suite is enormous and full of luxury amenities that are common to the lifestyles of the rich and famous. I explain to Cam that it was rarely like this when I was a fighter. This is all just for the special comeback fight. There was more or less a bidding war on who would get to host the match and the fighters, and the sponsorships were excessive, as evidenced by the massive stack of beer, sporting goods, clothes, and bags of branded swag that take up most of the sitting area. I don't know why I find it endearing that Cam couldn't care less about all the stuff. He just wants to get me in the giant jacuzzi tub.

Once we're soaking in the hot water, with Cam's back against my chest, he asks me about what happened with Hoyt and the handshake.

"He made himself look stupid, and possibly hurt himself in the long run, because he's a man child that didn't react well to my response to his taunts and shit talking."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that I hope he and Trista are happy together, and didn't balk when he made snide comments about my new relationship."

"What kind of comments?"

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't faze me, and you shouldn't let it get to you, either. This is one of the more macho professional sports. People are going to say things about us being together. Just remember that once this is all over, they'll forget about us and go chase their next headline somewhere else. Nothing they can say can hurt us, right?"

"Right."

I find a fluffy washcloth on the side of the tub and bring it down into the water, caressing it up and down Cam's arm.

"What are you thinking now?" I ask, wanting to reassure him if he's overthinking things.

"What did you mean when you said that Hoyt possibly hurt himself in the long run?"

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