I’m not sure if she can. Her arms shake where she’s gripping the railing, her legs trembling from holding her own weight.
I take my time, tucking myself back into my pants and arranging her dress just so. I gather the skirt up over her hips, kneeling down to watch my cum slide out of her, dripping down her thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” I tell her, reverently.
I slide my phone out of my pocket and raise it, taking my time getting the angle just right.
“A-Alec?” Sydney asks. Her voice is shaky, raw from screaming.
“One more second, darling,” I assure her, snapping the photo.
I pull up my contacts and quickly send it off to all three of my brothers.
Ours. And now, I think she’s finally ready to accept it.
She lifts her feet obediently when I tap her ankles, sliding her panties back on and over her legs.
“I… I need to clean up,” she complains, wriggling as I pull them over her hips and back into place.
I chuckle, scooping her into my arms so I can carry her over to the couch.
“Oh no you don’t,” I tell her, holding her against my chest. “I like knowing I’m dripping down those pretty thighs. You’re going to keep it there for me.”
Her eyes flare with lust as she bites her lips, staring up at me. I wonder if I could make her come again, so soon. But she must be famished, maybe dehydrated. She needs to eat and rest. With the fight over, I have all the time in the world to take care of her and pamper her. I intend to spend the rest of my life pampering her.
It’s only fair I start right away.
48
ASHTON
The crowd loves me.
The roar of the audience is deafening as I hop out of the ring, grabbing a towel from Jacob. Behind me, Sven’s manager is calling the medic over, trying to get his fighter to sit up.
I almost feel sorry for him.
It’s bad form to end the fight so early, just barely past the minute mark of the second round. But how was I supposed to know he couldn’t take that hit?
“That was brutal,” Jacob says, shaking his head. But he’s grinning. “I’d rather you’d waited for the third round, but?—”
“Listen to them!” I laugh, motioning toward the stands and making my way down the narrow path out of the arena and back to the dressing rooms. “Theyloved it. Third round knockout is predictable. No one saw this coming.”
Not even me.
“All the same,” Jacob says, following me into my dressing room. I glance in the mirror, looking for any damage from the hits I took, but it looks like I lucked out tonight. Nothing but some minor swelling.
Which is a relief because Doc appears to be AWOL again tonight. Prick.
I’m reaching for my towel when I see my phone light up with a text and scoop it up instead. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or some shit.
But the message isn’t from Doc at all.
“I’ve got another potential fight lined up, if you’re interested,” Jacob is saying. “I know, I know, you’re retired. But the crowd loves you, man, you heard them out there, they?—”
“Sure,” I say, not listening at all, as I stare down at my phone. “Whatever you want, man. Listen, I need the room. Right now.”
Jacob pauses. “Right now, as in?—”
