Page 33 of Rushed

Lincoln

“Get that arm up. He’s getting under it!” Max yells out across the cage as I take shots with Kelly, my sparring partner.

I’ve worn out three today, and I’m just lovin’ toying with Kelly and Max. I’m not even winded, but I’m letting him think he can get inside. I want him to feel cocky, take the shots that will make him sloppy, to lose his defense. This is what I do. I watch for them to falter. I watch as they think they’ve got me worn out and falling apart, which is my advantage. I’m neither. I want to see their weakness rear its ugly head, and that’s when I strike.

Right now I feel amazing, both mentally and physically. If you asked me this two years ago, if I was prepared to take on that feck, I would have said no. Sure, my body was prepped, and with a few weeks of hard conditioning, I could’ve taken him without any problems. But mentally, that was a whole other situation. I was a mess after he violated Troy.

The past two months have been crazy. I’ve eaten what Max has said to. I’ve stayed away from alcohol, and kept my head in the game. Well, except for Keenan. My head is always there. Even now, my cock is ready to go with just a mere thought of her.

I take a step back, adjusting my shorts, tucking my semi to the side. I ready a shot at Kelly’s midsection, then back up to hit a second line at his chin. If you asked me a few months ago if I’d be here, thinking about a match, worrying about a girl, and worrying if I was doing the right thing, I’d say feck ya.

But now, I’m feckin’ done. I tap out. She has my balls on a silver string in her sparkly pink purse, and they jingle to the beat of her heart. She’s petite, innocent, yet not. She’s the epitome of strength and sexuality. When she was trussed up on that cross on New Year’s, it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She stuns me at every turn. When I think she might not be able to accept my proclivities, she surprises me and pushes my envelope.

Everything about her is amazing.

I love the way she licks her lips when she’s thinking of sucking my cock. I love when she wears those tiny lace feckin’ panties around the flat. And feck, the way she moans, growls, and screams out my name—God, I’m like a schoolboy with a hard on in minutes. I deny her nothing.

“You fuckin’ pussy. Stop thinking about that woman. You think we can’t tell you have to adjust your cock? Get in the game or get out of the cage.” Again Max? Feck off. I don’t think it was loud enough for the whole gym to know how whipped Rush is. Rush. Damn, I hate hearing that name now.

I spit my mouth guard out into my glove and start for the door. “Yeah, I’m done for today. You done feckin’ yellin’, ol’ man?” Opening the cage, I step down the stairs, grabbing a towel and some water.

“No fucking way am I done with you.” Max pushes right into my space, getting under my nose, and pissin’ me off. “She’s a distraction. I’ve told you over and over that you need your head in this.”

“It is!” I yell back, then pull back my anger, as it’s not really directed at him. “We’ve known each other a long time Max, but the next time ya tell me to dump a distraction, it betternotbe her yer talkin’ about. I’ve done as ya’ve said, and I’m more than ready to take on that sick feck.” I uncap the drink and down it in massive gulps.

“Fine, kid. I’ll back off, on one condition, though. You remember that if Mick gets wind of her being your weakness,this time,there’ll be nothing to stop him from taking you to the mat on it. In the cage and out.” Max sighs and pats me on the shoulder; calmer, and almost in a fatherly way. Feck, he’s more of a father than ours ever was, and sometimes, it takes us getting to a head before I realize he’s just looking out for me. “Don’t make me watch you fall apart again.”

“Ya won’t. Now, I’m hittin’ the heavy for a bit, and then the treadmill. After that, I’m clearin’ out. I have a date with my lady.”

“Okay, kid. I’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest.”

I start on the heavy bag, getting into a good rhythm of left, right, left knee, right elbow and left, while I zone out. I told Keenan to meet me here at seven. We’re going to a joint my buddy owns. It’s this Japanese, Chinese, Indo fusion place, and I’m hoping she likes it. There’s still so much she hasn’t tried, or retried, and I wanna help her experience it all. I want her to experience it with me and me alone. I’m feckin’ selfish that way.

Being it’ll be her first time here, I hope she doesn’t mind the feckin’ smell of bag sweat and spit. I knew I’d be here later than normal after a few days off last week. But I don’t regret it at all. Keenan needed me. I know it rubs her raw, having only a piece of the puzzle in her past. None of it has helped in piecing her old self together, though.

It took a few days to get her back to regular sleeping patterns, as she was feckin’ messed over it. She told me she was fine, but I’m catching on to that woman’s tricks. When she’s worried, stressed, bothered or scared, she deflects and makes it about someone else.

She was right about one thing, though. I need this fight, and if I quit, it would be for the wrong reasons. I need the vindication for Troy, and for me. Keenan’s taught me there’s more to this life than what you have, and that you have to work to keep it.

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