Page 13 of Dirty Saint

I've lost all track of time. We're both winded when out of nowhere, Sphinx clocks me just under my eye, jarring my cheekbone, and I titter off balance and almost hit my knees, but I right myself at the last second.

"Done!" Misfit yells.

I start laughing, covered in sweat, and move over to Sphinx, "lucky shot motherfucker!"

"Yeah, sure, Prez, whatever you say," Sphinx is grinning.

I feel energized, and the adrenaline in my system is humming. I grab some water while the tribe determines who plans to fight next.

Misfit hands Sphinx the money and rolls his eyes at me.

"What?" I ask when Sphinx is well away from us.

"You let him get that last punch in, didn't you!" Misfit declares.

"Hell no!" I say, feeling the pulse in my eye socket.

"Right!" Misfit walks away as QB and Prospect gear up to go.

The night is electric and primal as several guys take their turns, but the highlight of the night ends up being Marissa and Cherry. There is nothing like a girl fight to get the crowd revved up.

Cherry is almost skinny compared to Marissa's fuller, curvier frame. Cherry pushes Marissa, but she's ready for it and counterbalances with a shove of her own. Cherry almost falls back but catches herself at the last second. In a flurry of movement, she grabs Marissa's long hair and pulls.

Marissa shrieks and slaps Cherry across the face. In the next instant, Cherry has Marissa's shirt pulled so much it rips down her shoulder, showing her sheer black bra.

"You bitch, I loved that shirt," Marissa yells.

"Oh, c'mon, sweetheart, you know you love me!" Cherry winks as she sways to miss Marissa's fist coming for her.

The two are in a tangled mess of hands, pushing and pulling at each other but not moving forward or back in place. Misfit decides to call time. Both girls' ample chests rise and fall from the exertion. Their hair is all over the place, and Cherry is grinning when she pulls her shirt over her head, flashing us all with her bare perky tits. Marissa laughs and rolls her eyes.

"That was freaking hot, ladies," QB announces, wrapping his arms around both.

I start to head into the clubhouse as I realize I didn't see Willow. I get my phone out and check my messages, but there is no response.

"What the actual fuck?!" I say out loud.

"What is it?" Cherry asks, touching my shoulder.

"Nothing," I say quickly.

"C'mon Prez, you can tell me anything," Cherry smiles saucily and winks at me.

I'm horny as hell.

Fuck if this isn't a bitch.

Willow ignoring me is not in her best interest. I know I'm scowling, and Cherry frowns in response. QB must sense something because he pulls Cherry back into him and chimes to both girls, "my darlin's, QB is going to clean you both up."

I'm glad QB saves me from having to explain to Cherry that she's not on the menu tonight. My anger is at a god-damn boiling point. I need to fuck Willow out of my system and fast.

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