Page 43 of Make Me, Break Me

He made it look good, that was certain. I didn’t know if I had cracked something on him earlier, or if he’d always intended to reciprocate, but just over what should have been halfway through our third round, I swung hard into his jaw in a blow he should have dodged, and he dropped.

Straight to the grass, and stayed there.

“Out cold.” Falcon checked Beau, who didn’t move. To his credit, his friend, Crush called it the same without any other reaction, like they’d planned it.

“He’s done. Your winner.” The captain of the ice hockey team held my hand above my head, and I knew he was as full of shit as his friend.

I raised my eyebrows and said nothing as the slightly stunned crowd of loyal Kingsman boys who were well past drunk at this stage. The entire frat watched the unexpected outcome,then broke into cheers, stamping around Beau who was dragged off to the side of the grass and babysat by Crush and Nelson who took up residence on his other side, checking his pulse occasionally and slapping his face lightly until he roused a moment later.

I shook my head as he offered me a sloppy grin for show, taking the bottle of water Crush offered, the two of them speaking softly. Even Nelson had a thing or two to say, and Beau surprised me again when he embraced the young lordling and even straightened his bow tie.

“Beau Bennett threw a fight. Who the fuck knew,” Falcon muttered in my ear.

“Keep it down. They seem to have bought that bullshit,” I grunted, looking around at the hockey boys who drank and fucking drank until the house ran dry. The lacrosse team might be a different story but maybe they knew their captain better than the rest of the Allstars. I wasn’t completely up on the frat house interrelations just yet. Something told me I was about to be.

“That mean he’ll help us?”

I shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out. We don’t seem to be on his shit list anymore.”

Who knew about the twins. As long as they stayed the fuck away from my girl, I was good for now.

“Go shower. She’s waiting for you.” Nelson appeared at my side.

“Are you done hugging the enemy?” Falcon growled.

“Not the enemy. We have a date.” He flashed his screen. “So do I. Before my new friend heads off to his castle in France for a quick see-his-evil-stepmother holiday, I have coffee with an Earl.” He emitted a high pitched noise.

“Did you just squeeee?” Zin rubbed her eyes, sliding beneath my sweaty arm. “And did Beau really pass out when you bitch slapped him?”

“Yes and no. Let me tell you a story because you sure as fuck should not be down here wearing that.” I eyed her in the nightie that should never have left my bedroom, and certainly not with her inside it.

“I wore a robe,” she protested, waving to the completely transparent piece of material that only highlighted her curves and drew every eye in the vicinity.

“Too many drunken dicks down here for my liking, sweetness.” I kissed her mouth hard, needing her. “Come on. We need to let Nelson fangirl, schedule us in, and I need a shower. Then I have a promise to keep.”

I swore she fucking glowed back at me.

“Alright,” she whispered, just loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

Falcon and Nelson both groaned.

“Offer’s open to share, my brother.” Falcon slapped my back for the last time that night.

I shook my head. “Not my game, my man.” I looped an arm around Zin, towing her upstairs. “I’ll be a second. Get naked for me?”

She nodded and slipped the gown off her shoulders once we were safely inside my room, dropping the straps for her nightie too. “Hurry?”

I’ve never showered so damn fast in my life.

The aches earned during my fight with Beau—and all the hits from the first long two rounds that weren’t faked whatsoever—could start come morning. Right now, I had a few other things on my mind, starting with one very naked Zinzi in my bed.

I pulled my door open to find her curled completely bare, as requested, in the middle of my bed, the covers pulled back.Her black hair hung straight down her back, and her shoulders arched where she leaned on her hands, her head tilted to one side.

“You weren’t too long,” Zin murmured.

“I didn’t want to leave you waiting.” I tossed my towel to the floor and was on the bed in two strides, my arms around her.

She arched when I nuzzled her neck, pressing her pert tits into my chest. I took the hint and dived down, sucking her nipples into my mouth one by one until she moaned and leaned back for me, spreading her legs with my palms and finding her tender places to work open until she gushed hot and ready.

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