That didn’t seem to bother the assholes who fought for it as if they actually earned it. Jacob Kirsey was now the reigning champ, but he wouldn’t be for long. I was in the best shape of my life now, and my stamina game was on point. I wore Aiden’s ass out on a daily basis. God, I loved him! I couldn’t even begin to describe how happy I was now. He was totally supportive of me while I was healing from my injury. He took care of me every step of the way. Aiden gave me encouragement when I had to relinquish my title, which was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.
It was one thing to lose it in a fight to a more skilled opponent. It was another to have to give it up without any fight at all. But my baby didn’t let me wallow in pity, not self or otherwise. I finally knew what it felt like to have a soulmate, because that was who Aiden was to me. The other half of my heart, the part of me that breathed life into my lungs and pumped blood into my veins. I never wanted to ever be parted from him again.
“I think you’ve worked out enough for the night,” Aiden said as he entered my home gym.
I slowed down my treadmill to a walking pace and turned down the music as he approached my machine. “Hey baby, what’s for dinner?”
“Roast, veggies, and scalloped potatoes, the meal for a champ,” he said with a smile.
Just thinking about that meal made my stomach growl. Aiden was a champ in his own right in the kitchen. I had to be careful of my weight. While I was on the mend, I’d picked up a few unnecessary pounds eating his delicious cooking. Of course, I’d worked it off in time to cut weight to qualify for the upcoming championship bout to reclaim my title.
Aiden smiled. “Sure. I’ll fix the table.”
“Sounds mouthwatering, can’t wait to eat. Just give me five minutes, babe,” I said.
“Okay.” He turned, giving me a sweet view of that ass of his I was damn sure going to plow tonight. I loved watching him walk away.
As for my career, it had been a long road getting back to championship status. I had to have two bouts and win even before I could challenge the currentchamp-a term I used loosely.He never won it from me, so he was no champ in my eyes. Of course, my fans supported me as I climbed that ladder and the promotion played up my comeback because it sold tickets and pay-per-views like never before. Istill had to deal with some levels of homophobia, but it wasn’t slowing me down.
Fact was, people wanted to see my fight. My ring prowess was more important to a good majority of fans than my bed prowess. Of course, I was sure a lot of my fans were interested in both. I’d received a lot of fan mail from my gay fans, many with nude photos as if to turn me on and away from Aiden. That was never going to happen, but I did appreciate the loyalty and support. I knew because I had such a strong fan following, it helped secure my place in my MMA promotion. To this day, I was still the only out and proud MMA fighter. Hopefully, one day, more fighters would find the courage to come out also.
As for my upcoming fight against Kirsey, my promotion was hyping it up as the fight of the century in MMA history. They were really eating up all of the publicity I’d been receiving from coming out and being a hero for saving the life of my lover. It was all so dramatized, and actually broke the old ticket sales record my first comeback bout made.
I turned off the treadmill, toweled the sweat off my body, and made my way to the dining room to chow down with my man. As I walked through my home, I took notice of the things that were changed since Aiden had moved in. He never did like my décor, so now our home had his special touch everywhere, especially in the bedroom, patio, den, and living room. All of the places he loved to lounge and work. So, there was a lot of softer colors and more artwork here and there. I liked the changes and it made the place feel more like it was our home, which was good, because it was.
Aiden was pouring two glasses of wine when I entered and I walked over to him, grabbing his waist and pulling him to me as I kissed the nape of his neck. “Hey there, sexy.”
Aiden chuckled and turned his head to face me; that was when I kissed him full on, tongue and all. I swear, I couldn’t get enough of him in any capacity. I didn’t know how long we stood there kissing. At one point, Aiden turned in my arms and we were in full make-out mode.
Finally, my stomach put an end to our passionate display and reminded me of why we were in the dining room. Reluctantly, I pulled away with a peck. “I’m starving.”
“Good, because I cooked my ass off,” Aiden said when I released him.
I checked out his ass while he walked to his chair. “Naw, that pretty thing is still intact.”
He laughed and pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
I did as I was told and he served me my plate. Everything looked as good as it smelled, and I ate to the last drop, savoring every bite. “Damn, baby, you know you can cook.”
“I have my mom to thank for that. She always felt it was important for her children to know how to take care of themselves,” Aiden said as he finished his meal.
“I love your mom.” She was the greatest woman, really. She welcomed me into her family with open arms. In fact, the only person who hadn’t accepted my new life was my father, which was no surprise, but I wasn’t about to let him rain on my parade. Either he’d come around or he could go to hell. My brother, his wife, and kids loved me and Aiden, and were happy that we had found each other. That was all that really mattered to me.
After dinner, I made good on my word to put Aiden’s ass to work. I had him huffing, puffing, moaning, and groaning in ecstasy from the wall to the bed, and as soon as we busted our nuts, he was down for the count. I looked at him in my arms, so sweet and sexy. So perfect for me. I kissed his forehead, then pressed mine to his and drifted off to sleep.
“Hey, kid, are you ready to go out there and kick some ass?” Barry asked me as I was getting my hands wrapped up. Aiden was in my dressing room too, along with the official.
I nodded. “Fuck yeah, I’m ready to get back what is mine,” I said. My body was fully charged with pent-up energy I couldn’t wait to release inside the octagon. I hadn’t had sex in a week in preparation for this fight, and as soon as it was over, I was going to ravage Aiden’s ass, especially since he’d been taunting me with that hot body of his for the past three days.
He’d come out of the shower, dripping wet and posing right in front of me while he toweled off, making sure I was watching his every move. One time, I got weak and walked over to him and he put on the brakes, talking about, “You have to be at your peak for your fight in two days, so no hanky-panky.” Then he laughed and slapped his ass as he walked away. Oh yeah, I was going to bang his walls down the first chance I got.
For now, my focus was on my opponent, Jacob Kirsey, and reclaiming my title. He had been talking a lot of shit leading up to our fight about how he wasn’t going to lose his title to a pansy-ass cocksucker like me. I was looking forward to shoving my fist in his face and my foot up his ass. My aikido coach finished taping up my hands and putting on my gloves. We slapped fists together as his way of giving me his encouragement.
“Go out there and kick his ass, Macio,” Hiko said.
“Damn straight. His ass will be left crying in that ring, or knocked out, either or is fine with me,” I said.
“All right, it’s time,” Barry announced.
