“What’s wrong?”
“You don’t have a condom on.”
“Oh, fuck.” I thought my words alone, along with his reaction, would cause him to move back and reach for one but he didn’t. “What if I just pull out before I come?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” He started to move again, but I smacked his arm.
“Don’t even think about it,” I said as sternly as I could muster. “That’s all we need—me getting pregnant.”
He studied me for a moment. “Maybe thatisall we need.”
His statement barely registered, and I’d gone into a mini tirade. “No. Absolutely not. You’re going through something right now. I get it. But we are not about to complicate everything because you’re feeling some type of way. No.” I pushed at his hips. “Now, if you don’t pull out of me right now and put on a condom, I’m leaving.”
“You’re right. Sorry. I just….” Air whooshed from his lungs in frustration. “Sorry,” he repeated, pulling out of me. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Once he put on the condom, he moved back to take his position, but I rolled onto my stomach and raised my ass in the air.
“How about you take me this way.” I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Use me however you want, Jax.”
His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, his breathing growing heavier as he pushed back inside me. A shiver of excitement tingled through me with the angle, the sounds of our bodies colliding heightening the pleasure.
With his one hand gripping my waist, he reached between my legs with his other and toyed with my clit. He worked me over with his fingers as I milked his pleasure from him.
As we succumbed to ecstasy together, I was thankful I could be there for him in a way no one else could. He lost himself to me, and I prayed he found the solace he needed to recover from what happened earlier.
45
“I’ve never experienced anything like this,” Sophie exclaimed, her skilled hands working diligently on my shoulder. “Is it always like this?”
The shouts of thousands of passionate fans reverberated through the closed door. The thunderous roars of their cheers for the sport I loved, the sport I dominated, filled the air. Beneath my feet, the rhythmicthump, thump, thumpresonated, its steady beat syncing with the pulse of my heart. The familiar sensation both invigorated and unsettled me, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through my veins.
“For the most part, yeah.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A bit.”
“Just a bit?”
She worked her magic on me, every press and dig of her fingers into my muscles soothing me more than the energy of the crowd. Her presence grounded me.
“This fight is different than the others because of who I’m going up against, so I guess I’m a little bit more than nervous, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Speaking of,” she said, stealing a moment before continuing. “I know this probably isn’t the right time to ask you, but what did Jay say to you that made you so angry yesterday? If you don’t want to get into it now, I understand.”
The last thing I wanted to talk about was what that bastard said to me to set me off, but after hiding my past from the woman I loved, I wanted to be honest with her. I’d promised her as much. I’d meant to tell her yesterday, but after we’d had sex and taken a nap, I retreated to the gym to do some light cardio before hitting the ring for an hour. I didn’t do a full training session, wanting to save my energy for today.
“He told me that our mother would be disappointed in me that I’ve held a grudge this long.” My anger boiled up inside me all over again, but I had to get a hold of myself so I didn’t go into the ring raging and out of control.
“He hasn’t seen you in years, and that’s what he says to you? What an asshole,” she said, and it was the first time I chuckled in days.
“Yeah, what an asshole is right.”
“One more question, and then I’ll change the subject.” I nodded for her to continue. “Why do you have different last names?”
“After my mom died, I changed my name to her maiden one, and he kept our father’s.” I pulled Sophie from behind me so I could see her, not wanting to discuss Jay anymore. “I promise we’ll talk more about this later on, but for now, I need to warn you about something.” Her brows dipped inward, prompting me to add, “It’s not bad.” I pulled her closer. “You’ve seen me spar countless times, but a fight is different. We go all out. It can be brutal.”
