“Right now, as in right this second, yes,” I answer, adjusting my towel to cover my stiffening cock, and shooing him toward the door.
“Oh. Uh, sure, whatever you need,” Jacob says, heading toward the exit. “I’ll, uh, I’ll get that fight set up for you then, okay?”
I nod, eyes glued to my phone, not paying him the slightest attention.
The door shuts behind him, but I’m mesmerized, staring at the photo Alec sent us.
I had thought, just for a second, I’d seen her face up in our private box. But I’ve been seeing her face everywhere, awake, in my dreams, everywhere I look. I figured it was just wishful thinking.
But I recognize the view from this picture. She’s here, right now, up in our private box.
She came to see me fight.
My hands are shaking a little as I zoom in.
Fuck. She looks so good bent over, ass in the air like that. I’m jealous as fuck looking at the cum dripping out of her, knowing it’s Alec’s.
Asshole, I think, gripping the phone.
There’s a chance they’re still here, a chance they haven’t left yet.
I grab my towel and bar of soap and practically run to the shower.
It’sthe fastest shower of my life, and I am absolutely sure I missed a button while putting on my dress shirt, but I’m outside the door to our private box in a record eight minutes.
Sure, Jacob is going to give me hell for missing the post-fight press briefing. But there’s no way I’d be able to answer a single question from any of them, not tonight. Not knowing she’s here.
“Knock, knock,” I say cheerily, pushing the door open. I don’t wait for their answer, and part of me is hoping to catch them in the middle of round two.
Sadly, I don’t.
Alec looks up from his spot in the corner of the couch with mild irritation, but no real surprise in his eyes. It figures. If he’d really wanted to keep me out, he would have taken me off the approved visitors lists.
He could have waited to send that message until their date was over, but he didn’t. I meet his eyes and know exactly what he’s thinking.
Ours.
She’s curled up against him, head resting back against his chest, seated on the couch between his open legs. Alec has one leg propped up next to him and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His free hand is stroking up and down her arm, gently, and she’s melting under the attention.
They’re cuddling.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Alec cuddle.
“Rise and shine, darling,” Alec purrs, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Sydney sits up, clearly awake, and looks around. My heart skips a beat when her eyes land on me.
“Hey, Babygirl,” I say, giving her a soft smile. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”
She smiles at me, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. “Ash,” she says excitedly. “You wereincredible.”
My face hurts from the size of the smile that stretches over my face. “Really?” I press, stepping forward. “You enjoyed it?”
“Oh yes, she did. Sydney found your fight to beveryenjoyable,” Alec says, hiding his growing smile behind his glass. Instead of agreeing, Sydney’s eyes go wide, a blush creeping over her face.
Huh. I’ve known a lot of women who find watching MMA at least a little arousing. Who would have guessed our sweet Sydney would be one of them?
I slide onto the couch next to her, and she moves a little to make room for me. She pulls her legs up closer to her body, tucking them against herself, and that won’t do at all. She deserves to be comfortable.
