God, I love him. But I’m not about to let him go and flaunt his impressive dick size to all the people there.
Guys, girls, all of them will be pawing aftermy manif they see him like this. No, no, no.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” he asks, mockingly innocent, gesturing with his hands to himself. “I thought you liked this look.”
I turn to face him, setting the mascara down and sighing.
“You damn well know how much I love this look. But it’s for me only, Ty. Look at how fucking delicious you look!” I turn andpoint in the mirror like it’s the problem. “Everyone there is going to see you and try to make a move. I can see the outline of your dick in those and all it does is entice people. Let’s be honest here, they’d be stupid not to hit on you. But you’re mine, and I’m not in the business of sharing.”
Ty smirks harder, pure delight brightening his eyes.
“Ah I see,” he says with a nod, dropping his arms and without ceremony, putting them in his pockets. The movement makes his abs flex and I’m momentarily stunned by the view.And this fucker knows it. “Possessive, are we?”
I chuckle darkly because two can play this game.
“Are you ready to see whatI’mwearing?” I purr seductively, biting my lip, and his eyes darken as he nods. I pull the tie of the old robe of his I’m wearing and let it fall to the floor.
“No, absolutely not,” Ty snaps, shaking his head, running his hand over his head like he doesn’t quite know what to do andI love it.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, fluffing the loose curls of my hair as I watch my man break down behind me.
“Roxie, baby,” he says, clearly struggling with finding the right words to say that might make me change my mind.
The black dress, one I’d found at a thrift store for barely anything, fits me like it was made for me. It’s plain, and honestly, pretty modest for my taste, but pairing it with my boots and fishnets makes it lethal. The soft fabric glides over my curves, and dips in between my breasts low enough that a nip-slip is possible. The fabric folds over itself dangerously at my neckline and flares out just a bit at the bottom hem. It’s more ‘girl-next-door’ than I usually go for, but the way it lays on my skin is extremely hot.
“What, you don’t like it?” I turn, showing the back off in the mirror and watch as Ty’s eyes darken and his hands curl into fists at his side. “I just want to show my support.”
“You’ll show your support looking like that and I’ll have to kill someone for looking at you too long,” he growls, stepping forward and his hands gripping my waist tightly.
“I’ll change if you will,” I offer, tilting my head. “Although, I was very excited to wear this out and about.”
Ty’s eyes rake over me again, and he lets me go, twirling his finger around to have me spin. When I do, he yanks me back to him, pulling me flush against him so I can see us both in the mirror. My cheeks look flushed with want and his eyes are darker with need.
“You’re gorgeous. Exquisite. Completely and totally ravishing,” he says each word carefully and darkly. The slight growl in his voice makes my need to keep being a brat lessen. His dominance taming the brat in me. Just a little. “You can wear whatever you want, I know how to fight. But let me be clear, this little number? It’s sure to cause a few fights where we’re going.”
My breath catches in my throat as he dips down, pressing a lingering kiss to the base of my neck before stepping back. He keeps eye contact with me in the mirror as he steps back and my breathing does not level out under the weight of his gaze.
“Mario will be here in ten minutes to pick us up. Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asks and I straighten my spine, rolling my shoulders back.
“Very.”
“Come on, baby, you’re missing the way he’s holding his ribs. You got them earlier, keep hammering there,” I talk in Ty’s ear so he can hear me over the crowds. I don’t know where the hellMario went–the fucking dumb-ass prick–and when I find him, he’s going to have a black eye and a broken jaw.
When you’re someone’s manager down here, you can’t just up and leave them.
Okay, I mean you can, but you’re a pretty shitty human if you do.
The crowd isinsanetonight. The whole place is lined with people and most of them are old geezers who are trying to win back all the money they’ve snorted up their nose or handed over for a quick twenty minutes in the back room with a hooker.
I’m glad I changed clothes.
After the moment in the bathroom, I slipped on some black leggings and one of Ty’s shirts that fell below my ass. I’m covered, but not as dressed like all the other fighter’s girls.
Not that I care. Not when Ty’s winning–but barely.
“You need to get out of here,cariño. We’ve seen how fast the crowd can turn.” He’s bleeding from a cut on his eyebrow and I wipe it away quickly so his vision isn’t impaired.
“I’m not leaving. Now, kick his ass so we can go home.”
