“Jesus, Sabrina—” His first throb makes him thicker and harder. “Shhh, there you go, baby. I’m feeding your pussy my cum. Take every… last… fucking… drop.”
I detonate around him, pulsating on his every throb, still moving my hips, needing all of him. I don’t stop, needing just one more.
I don’t want to go to Eden.
I know the last fight of the year is tradition but… I want to stay home, ring in the New Year by starting it out with a bang, i.e., getting completely and utterly fucked until I’m jelly. Not be around people I don’t know or care for. I look down at my gloved fingers on our way to the club, reminding myself this fight is important to Maksim. Therefore, it is important to me.
Thankfully, Parker was mindful of my makeup and hair, so there was minimal touching up I needed to do. “You okay, Hellcat?”
“Just… don’t feel like being in public. Holidays should be at home. Naked.”
“I’ve never had a naked holiday.”
I side-eye him. “Remember my birthday?”
The grin that spreads on his face is almost funny. “That was a really good birthday.”
“Exactly. We went home, had a fuckfest, and woke up in one of the guest bedrooms.”
“Your birthday isn’t a holiday.”
I gasp, “I beg your finest pardon?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “As much as it should be, your birthday doesn’t fall on an actual holiday.”
“The point I'm trying to make,Sir Literal,is thatthatis how weshouldbe spending our holidays. Not… surrounded by strangers in a loud… you know what? I’m going to keep my mouth closed. I just need to get through the night. I’ll be fine.”
“Bri—”
I exhale, looking out the window as we enter Manhattan, making our way to Eden, twiddling my thumbs. “I’ll befine. I’m just… throwing a tantrum.” But the truth is, we’ve hardly been out of our home.Ihave hardly been out of our home. I technically am on winter break for school, and I… still have things I’m working on mentally. Even though seeing Raven for Christmas Eve before everyone and their children came over, as I was volun-told to host, helped, I also need to do better in the friend department.
She’s due in March and is wonderfully pregnant. Sheglows. Her hair is so glossy, like iridescent feathers, and her tits are unfathomably larger. Every time I see them I have to touch them to make sure they’re real. She said the first few months of her pregnancy were horrible due to her hyperemesis. But once she began the medicine her doctor prescribed, she felt loads better. And those little pills were the reason she was able to fly to Wales.
Once again, reminding me I need to do way better in the friend department because she blew up an island for me and I… couldn’t see her because of my own stupid jealousy. Which she understood. And why she wanted to make sure that me seeing her so soon after rescuing Maksim and finding out I definitely was not pregnant was okay. Then she understood again when it took me time to be able to visit her. Confessing that’s how she felt when she would see how well my mother and I got along together when she and Sofia never did.
So silly what we can be envious of.
Savage parks the vehicle, getting out to open my door and helping me down before handing the keys to the valet. He walks barely two paces behind me, still acting as my bodyguard, and I hate it. But, until January second, this is all pretenses. Soon the world will know I belong to two men. In my heart and on paper.
I ignore the hustle and bustle of Eden’s gambling floor until we make it to the elevator that’ll take us to the lower level where the fights are held. Walking through the crowd of socialites and celebrities who can afford coming tonight, we take our seats, and I'm rather overjoyed to find Raven and her men sitting front row and center alongside me, with a chair between us. Maverick gets up to greet me with a kiss on the cheek, helping Raven up, then Jonas, and last of all, my favorite doctor. Raven tries to switch seats with Maverick, but Jonas holds her down. “I love you, Bri, but I’m only home for a night before I fly out toooo…” His brows furrow in confusion.
“Texas. You play the Cowboys next,” Mav reminds him as Parker and I take our seats.
“Oh, duh.” Jonas laughs. “Anyway, she stays with me.”
“It’s fine, Jojo. I’ll have her the entire time you’re gone.”
He grins and nods once before settling in his seat, draping his arm over Raven and putting a hand on her tummy.
Maverick rolls his eyes. “Don’t mind him. He has separation anxiety.”
Jonas inhales dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. “Oh, and you don’t?”
Raven looks toward the industrial ceiling for patience, shaking her head. She throws me a side glance that tells me they’re all fucked for each other and theyallhave severe separation anxiety. I send a wink her way and wait for the fight to begin. The lights dim like before, and Maksim steps into the ring, looking delicious as ever, causing the women behind me to murmur about how good he looks. Johnny hands him a microphone and steps back out of the ring.
He turns and winks at me, then points a finger to the side where he must be sitting, and I see a very cute blond man in a tux waiting for him. I nod and send a small wave with my fingers. “That must be Elliot, the man he’s been seeing,” I murmur over at Parker just as Maksim begins to speak about how much the fight has raised. I really am proud of him and all the money the entire mafia raises for so many different charities. Just the other day he asked me which one I would want to help, and truth be told, I loved helping the one for childhood cancer. So, I told him that one.
He had me put on my pink fairy wings and made them flutter.
