Page 36 of Body Lock

“You're lucky, I don't think anythings broken.” She brought the white wrap to my palm and started twining it around.

“Do I get a lollipop for being good?” My almond eyes peered at her, a crooked grin seeping over my jaw.

Glaring up at me, she said, “Tell me something.”

“Anything, ask away.”

“You said you're not supposed to fight, why?” Her fingers slid gently across my hand, drawing me in, making me crave her even deeper.

Wrinkles fell across my forehead, jaw crooking to the side. “That's not something I like talking about.” My stomach began to turn, twisting like hot plastic under a torch.

“I just don't understand. You're obviously good at it, and seem to enjoy it.” Clasping the bandage together, her hands fell into her lap.

“It's just...” Exhaling a labored breath, I shifted uncomfortably in the seat. “I made a promise a long time ago.” Bringing my hand up, I stared at the bright white wrap.

I haven't talked about that day since I left home and came here.

And for now, I'd like to keep it that way.

“Look, I'm just trying to understand. Your eyes were empty when you were on top of Steel, your head was someplace else.” Her hand drifted over her hair, fingers running through the thick mane.

Taking a long solemn breath, I fidgeted with the bandage. Maybe I should have just spit it out, told her everything about what had happened to me, and why I wasn't supposed to fight.

Why I was never supposed to set foot back in the ring.

It would have been easier for me to walk out that door, stomp down those stairs and disappear into the night. Except, that's not how I work.

I don't run, I don't hide.

Or do I?

I've hid from what I loved, the fighting. Only to get my fix in small brawls at a bar, or on the street. The one thing that truly ran through my veins and fueled my existence, I've left in the shadows; until now.

Until her.

She's been running through my brain since day one. That same shot of adrenaline hits every muscle when I'm around Cadence.

And it's fucking incredible.

On pure impulse, I lifted my hand to her cheek, softly grazing my fingers down her skin. Cupping her jaw, my thumb swept her throat, feeling her pulse beat fast, hitting the pad with force.

My gaze fixed on the precious stones of her eyes. Her lips parted, a breath of air escaping as if she wanted to speak.

But her silence never breached.

Tightening my grip around the base of her neck, I pulled her in, pressing my lips forcefully against hers.

Cadence didn't resist, she didn't pull back, or try and tear herself away. She accepted my kiss, my tongue, and gave me hers in return. Caressing the inside of her mouth, our tongues danced with desire, licking and twining around each other.

I'm making her mine. No more bull-shit, I'm fucking her right now.

My cock pressed painfully against my jeans, her touch thickening my throbbing dick. The intense burn in my hand faded with each gentle twist of her tongue, and everything around me was washing away.

Pulling her onto my lap, her hands dug into my shoulders, nails raking down my back. “This is dangerous you know.” Whispering into my ear, her back arched as she ground her hips down.

Locking my eyes on her face, a smile saturated my lips. “It is for you.” Licking her neck, I felt her whole body quiver. “Because I don't run from danger, I run to it.” Biting down, I nipped her shoulder.

Swaying over my hard dick, her body moved erotically, rocking back and forth. Heavy breaths fell from her lips spreading across my ear. My hands followed the fabric of her shirt, hitting the edge, I tickled up her back.

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