I shrug and lay my head on his shoulder. “I liked it,” I whisper, my voice raw from how he used my throat. He rubs his hand up and down my back.
“Jesus. What is it with you and holding your breath?” He holds me close. “You always scare the shit out of me when you do it.”
Huh, guess this is something I’ve done before.“It must be something I do often,” I say. He pushes me back slightly, looking me over like he’s trying to make sure I’m okay.
“No, not often. That’s why it scares the shit out of me. You’ll go a long time without doing it, so you’ll catch me off guard when you do it. This you’ve never done before.” He kisses my forehead. “I should have been paying more attention. Sometimes you make me lose my head, but that’s no excuse.” I smirk, and he narrows his eyes at me. “What?”
“I like the thought of you losing your mind because of me.” He smiles and shakes his head.
He pats my ass and gently pushes me so I’m standing before him. I rub my legs together, completely turned on, but he doesn’t even acknowledge it. I want to stomp my foot, but I take my punishment with as much grace as I can. “The fight starts soon. So, we need to head downstairs. I need to make sure everything’s in order.” I take a few steps back as he grabs his cell phone and texts someone quickly.
“I should probably freshen up.” I want to go to the bathroom and take care of myself before the fight.
“You can do that here,” he says as I turn to grab my purse.
I look at him over my shoulder. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
He tucks his shirt back into his pants and makes himself presentable again. “Alright, I’ll go with you.” There’s no room for argument, but I want to anyway.
“What? Why?” I ask as I turn around and face him.
He steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. He smirks at me. “Because when I said you don’t get to come, I meant it.”
I huff and turn to walk out of our area just as a server walks in with a tray of drinks. “Mr. Stone, the drinks you ordered.” He places two waters and two cokes on the table. Nix thanks him and gives him a tip as he leaves.
“One is to give you a little sugar and caffeine, the other is to hydrate.” I scowl at him and grab the coke first.
“I can’t believe you won’t let me go to the bathroom by myself.” He shrugs and takes a drink from his cup. I gulp down the coke, remembering how dry my throat is. I place the glass back down and tap my foot, ready to go to the bathroom, but Nix grabs the glass of water and hands it to me.
“Hydrate Mrs. Stone, you’re going to need it.”
Chapter 23
Phoenix
Iput McKenzie’s arm on mine and guide her down to the basement of the warehouse. Her attitude is in full force and I smirk. I let her go to the personal bathroom attached to my office and stood inside while she relieved herself. I did give her some privacy. I faced the door since I’m not a complete ass. Kenz didn’t agree and she told me so.
I chuckle at the memory, and she glares up at me. I lean down and kiss the side of her forehead because she turns at the last minute to look straight ahead. I release her arm and wrap it around her waist, then grope her ass. She bites her lip and sucks in a quick breath.My girl is turned on.
Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “I love when McFeisty comes out to play.” I cup her ass again and make sure when I do, my middle finger gets close to her pussy just to tease her a little more. She tenses a little, then pushes back into my hand. I remove it immediately and she huffs. This is what I’ve missed over the past several months. This side of her.
What she doesn’t know is I’ll make sure she’s satisfied tonight and I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until we get home. There’s a crowd beginning to form at the entrance, but no one has been allowed in except the fighters. Rex pushes through, guiding us in, and Jason follows us. I hold Kenz close to me, looking at every face we pass. I wonder if my mother shows up at these fights.
I still have a lot of questions for McKenzie. How did my mother get into auctions and I didn’t see her? Granted, we wear masks, but I would think I’d recognize my own mother. But I lost her not too long after McKenzie lost her mother, so maybe I wouldn’t. It’s been over a decade since I last saw her. She may look completely different now. Still, I continue to look for her dark blonde hair and eyes the same color as mine.
People move out of our way, recognizing who I am. The vibe down here is completely different from the one upstairs. Excitement is in the air. There’s laughter; some from enjoyment, others from the high they’re getting off whatever drug they just took. People are dressed comfortably, but more skin is showing.
We walk past a group of guys that are throwing punches in the air, but they all stop when they spot McKenzie. She doesn’t notice at first because she’s taking in all the sounds, noise, andsmells. I have to remind myself that this is the first time she’s been here. At least that’s what she thinks. She doesn’t remember the other times I’ve brought her. After a few seconds, she realizes it got unnaturally quiet, and she looks toward me, but pauses when she sees the group of men staring at her.
She’s a sight to behold in her ripped jeans and red top that hugs all of her curves. To top it off, the collar around her throat makes me want to fuck her right here, right now. Her fingers come up and touch the collar and the men’s eyes follow. The disappointment that’s evident in each of their eyes makes me smirk. She seems to realize they’re disappointed and her mouth tips up into a small smile.
As we pass, she shrugs at them. “Sorry, boys,” she says in that sexy raspy voice of hers. I enjoy watching them watch her. Like I told her, I don’t mind others looking, but if they touch, I’ll make sure they won’t be able to touch anything ever again. I stop when we get a little ahead of the guys and McKenzie looks up at me with a question in her eyes.
I lean down and kiss her; long, hard, and dirty. Wrapping my hand around her throat and my other arm around her waist, she sucks in a breath and kisses me back with enthusiasm. I force myself to pull away and she gives me a curious look. I run the back of my knuckle from her temple, down her cheek, and jaw.
“Such a good girl.” She beams up at me, loving the praise. I kiss her one more time, then grab her hand, interlocking our fingers, and lead her to the locker room. There are fighters getting their hands wrapped while others are warming up. I greet those who greet me and continue through until we get to my office.
Felix is waiting for me, sitting in the chair in front of my desk. He’s sprawled back, his ankle crossed over his knee as he looks through some papers. Felix is a tall skinny guy with hair as black as a raven. He looks like a young James Dean, but with blackhair. Many of the girls would love for him to take them home, but he doesn’t pay any of them any attention.
