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I glanced at him, nodding, but my thoughts were still split. “Yeah. I’m here.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he grumbled. “This is a big gig. We’ve got too much riding on this fight for you to be distracted.” Luther's eyes narrowed, a warning evident in his voice. “I need you focused.”

“I am focused,” I snapped, harsher than I meant to. But it wasn’t a lie. Iwasfocused—just not entirely on where Luther needed me to be. My mind was more on a tight little body and how Iwas going to ram my cock into her. “We’ll be ready.”

Luther studied me for a moment, his gaze calculating, but he refrained from probing. He understood it was unwise to question me in this state. Instead, he shifted the conversation to finalize the fight details, though I scarcely registered his words. “Tell me about the security that we’ve got set up.” I ran through the details of my meeting.

“You think it’ll be an asset to have the MCs there? They’ll behave?” Luther asked. I knew he was concerned about bringing in a group that wasn’t tried and tested. We used a standard contract with a security agency, but they weren’t that great.

“I think it’ll work out. I spoke with both MCs, and nothing has given me any indication that they’ll be anything but professional.” He nodded, and we moved on. Luther and I had learned to trust each other’s judgment a long time ago. Sure, we made mistakes, but we had room to do that. I listened to him while he ran through the basics of setup and the arrangements he made, but it was standard, and I’d already tuned out.

“I think we’re ready to start opening betting,” Luther said, snapping me back to reality.

“Agreed.” The frenzy began once the bets started with our usual crowd, and people started to get jazzed for the matches. The exact location for the bouts wouldn’t be posted until right before the fight. The attendees would be vetted and would only know the city where the fight would happen. We’d operated this way for a while now with success. People felt secure that we wouldn’t get raided and that their identities were kept secret. It also meant we were able to vet our customers. Win-win.

After another piece of pizza and another half hour chatting about random bullshit, I finally was able to pack a duffle bag and leave Luther to his spreadsheets and only had to endure some minor teasing on the way out the door.

I sat back in the car for the return drive towards the outskirts of Haverboro, staring at the feed on my dash. Veronica was still at her computer, digging into Luther, Spato, and the fights. Now that the fight was going live, she was tiptoeing into dangerous waters.

Somehow, I needed to make sure that her tracks were covered just in case. I dialed a number I hadn’t used in a long time. It rang a couple of times before a familiar voice answered. “What do you need?”

“I need a favor,” I said, my voice low. “Someone’s looking into Spato and Luther. I need to know how much they’ve found, and I want the trail buried.”

There was a pause on the other end, then a soft chuckle. “This someone wouldn’t happen to be a certain hacker, would they?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.

“I’ll find out,” the voice said after a moment. “But you know this comes with a cost.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll transfer the fee to the usual account,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face. “Just get it done.”

I hung up and leaned back in the seat, staring at the dim glow of Veronica’s feed on the dash.

By the time I’d made my way back to Veronica’s, it was later than I’d wanted, and she was asleep with her fairy light still twinkling over her. She’d had an episode earlier while I was driving that had her bent over, coughing hard for a good ten minutes, pressing her hand to her breastbone as if in pain.

It had made me furious at myself that I’d wasted so much time in Phoenix eating fucking pizzawith Luther instead of hurrying back. Now, she was alone and struggling to breathe. I pressed on the accelerator flying over the road as fast as the SUV would go, my Valentine radar detector hopefully covering my ass. The last thing I needed was to get pulled over. After about ten minutes, Veronica could heave in some clear breaths, but I still didn’t ease up on the gas.

When I arrived, the sliding door was unlocked, not that a lock would have deterred me. I set the small rock I’d found on her bookshelf, pushing it with the others she stacked over to one side. A small pile of them grew now, which made me happy.

Veronica was tucked on her side, one leg over her pillow out of the blankets like she’d gotten too warm. Kicking out of my clothes, I slid into bed next to her quietly and wondered if it would be wrong of me to tempt that pretty little pussy. Did she dream of me? One of my kinks might be a little too far for my angel. I would love to wake her slowly with my cock, sink into her while she was asleep.

I hovered a few inches away from her, letting myself look at her in the flesh. She had on those little boyshorts that I liked, but they’d crept up, showing the apples of her ass. Pale golden hairspread in chaotic tangles over the pillows. Veronica had gorgeous hair that had grown past her shoulders. Ghosting a hand over one cheek, I let my fingers caress her skin under the curve and down one thigh, careful not to disturb her. Taking my cock in my other hand, I stroked while I contented myself with tiny touches of her skin, feathering my fingers over the cleft of her ass.

Imagining sinking into her hot little cunt, made pre-cum spill over my cock, and I smeared it onto her hip, marking her. I didn’t want to come too fast, so I gripped my cock as hard as I could, but it wasn’t going to be of any use; I was so close. All day, the little vixen had been tormenting me. Veronica made a little mewl and shifted alarmingly, tipping towards me, her eyes blinking.

“Eli?” she said sleepily, her eyes blinking owlishly. “Oh.” Her eyes immediately went to my hand on my cock, and her mouth parted. Instantly, I wished I could stuff her mouth with it, but that wouldn’t happen. Restricting her breathing wasn’t in the cards.

“I wasn’t sure I was even going to let you wake up before I put my cock in that pretty cunt,” I said, leveraging myself over her and kissing her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth andbiting that bottom lip of hers that had been parted so sweetly.

She panted, spreading those legs of hers as I came to rest between them. Fuck me, she was already drenched through her panties. She had been dreaming of me. “I wouldn’t have minded,” she whispered. “You can wake me that way anytime you want.”

My mind went blank. She had no idea what monster she’d unleashed. Ripping the panties off her, I drug my fingers through her slit, sliding into her folds. “Were you dreaming of me? Thinking about me stuffing you with my cum? Thinking naughty thoughts in this bed?” She arced, her nipples pushing against the thin tank she wore, pink against the white cotton. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I thought naughty thoughts all day,” she admitted.

Sliding my fingers back and forth, I watched her face as she sought her pleasure against my hand. “That’s it fuck yourself against my hand. I want to see you come like the bad girl you are. Keep your eyes on me.” Pushing hard on her clit I shoved another finger into her, and she went off like a rocket coming on my fingers like the gorgeous girl she was. Leaning over her, I kissed her eyelids, which had closed in surrender.

I wedged one of her legs up and turned her on her side. She pillowed her arms under her head as I slid my cock into her and prayed I could last long enough. I began to count backward as she clenched around me. I’d been so close just a few minutes ago that I was about to blow my load already.

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