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ETHAN
Social acceptance, ‘being liked,’
has so much power because it holds the feelings of loneliness at bay.
~Rollo May
Imet Lincoln Ramirez on the playground at recess. We were eight. He was bigger than everyone else back then. He still is today—much bigger.
Watching him in the ring as he fights his opponent, I’m both terrified and turned on.
Linc’s back muscles ripple with each movement. Punch, jab, kick. Jesus, he’s beautiful. Every movement fluid, every connection to his opponent jarring. He fucks like that too. And that is what has me aroused, half-hard at a fight where my boyfriend is beating the hell out of his opponent. It’s impossible for the bloodshed to deter my cock from getting harder when Linc’s grunts of exertion remind me of when we’re in bed.
“Damn, that had to hurt,” Kennedy shouts beside me.
Sometimes, but in the best ways.
“His fists are bigger than my head!” Lucy exaggerates.
You should see his dick. I smirk at the thought.
“He’s kicking that fucker’s ass!” Jesse shouts, then lets out a cheer.
Fucking… ass… yes, please.
I wince when Linc gets a leg to the midsection. He doesn’t even flinch. He grabs the guy’s ankle and twists. His opponent falls to the floor, his expression one of agony.
Xander yells. “That kick would’ve had me puking up my guts.”
“All of us,” I reply.
“No lie. Just look at him. He’s a fucking beast!”
I look at Xander and think, “You have no idea.” But I say nothing. My gaze immediately goes back to the fighters in the ring. Just in time, too. Linc’s got the guy in some kind of submission hold, still with the ankle.
“Fucking hell,” I murmur.
“He’s gonna tap out!” Ben shouts. “He’s gonna tap!”
“Linc won’t like it,” Jesse replies. “He likes to knock the fuckers out.”
“It’s a win,” Kennedy replies. “He’ll take it.”
I nod. “He’ll take it, but he won’t call it a win.”
Just as Ben predicted, the fucker taps out.
They announce Linc as the winner, he twirls once, arms outstretched, but when he stops, his eyes land on me and never move. Not while he’s being interviewed. Not while the cameras are going off. Not while they put his robe back over his shoulders.
Those eyes are going to be on me all night.
I shiver thinking of all the ways he’ll take me, and I’ll take him.
It’s going to be a long night.
I can’t wait.
