Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My mind was fuzzy, and my body still rang when I felt something hot splash against my ass. I checked back and saw Bones gripping his cock. His hand and the bottom of his shirt were covered in his cum. When I pulled off of his face, he was gasping for breath, a satisfied smirk stretching his lips.
“That’s the motivation you were talking about?” I raised an eyebrow as I glanced between the two of them. “Really?”
“We have good teamwork.” River stuffed his cock back into his shorts. He picked up his towel and threw it to me. “Looks like we do, too.”
I wiped off my chest. “Teamwork. Sure. If that’s what you want to call it.” I threw the towel to Bones.
“Maybe we should cancel his contract,” Bones muttered as he cleaned himself up.
Part of me agreed. This was dangerous ground. Bones, Lotto, Frankie, and I were an item. A family. And now a fifth person was knocking on the door of our shared utopia and asking to be let in. What would Frankie think if he saw us like this? Lotto? Would they be pissed? Want to join? I was barely able to get Frankie to agree to share Bones and Lotto. What if I asked about River? Another guy he wasn’t all that excited to be around in the first place?
The other part of me wanted more. Wanted so much fucking more. River was sexy and clearly open to joining us. He was giving his all to Smiley’s in every way. Shouldn’t we share the favor?
Bones had the same confused look on his face and in his eye. I nodded to him. We could figure this out as we went along. We always did. But first, we needed to focus on the Circuit.
“Well, now that our break is over, get back to work.” I stood up and fixed my clothes. “No more distractions.”
“I’m not sure who’s worse, you or Frankie.” Bones did the same and stood up next to me, chucking the dirty towel out of the ring.
“I’m going to go with Frankie.” River snorted. “I’m sure he’ll kick my ass at some point or another.”
“Soon if he gets wind of what happened here.”
River considered me for a moment before shrugging. “It would probably be worth it. Especially if he agrees with our ‘teamwork’.”
I rolled my eyes and slapped his shoulder. “Keep telling yourself that. In the meantime, glove up. You’re not off the hook just yet.”
“Yes, warden.”
He saluted me before turning away. Bones started putting on the pads. I took the moment to turn away and just… breathe. Things were getting blurred. Becoming more complicated. Both professionally and personally.
And yet, every time River’s darkened eyes landed on mine, I found myself caring less and less.
Especially when the punishment for being a bad girl sounded just as fucking great.
Chapter
Nine
RIVER
The referee lifted my gloved hand, and the crowd cheered as the announcer called our names.
It was a decisive victory—3-0 in only a handful of rounds. We’d sent the other team back to Oregon with their tail between their legs without even breaking a sweat.
Smiley’s Gym was officially tied with Base One Gym for first place in the Circuit.
I should have been happy. I mean, I was happy. Plenty to gloat about. Three matches down, a billion to go, and an 8-1 to start with some big name influencers hyping us up all over social media. A surprisingly large turnout for such a quick turnaround.
But that was the problem: in that turnout were a few faces I would rather forget.
Namely, the three people glaring at me from the stands, all with different reasons to be pissed off.
I avoided their eyes as I climbed out of the ring and made it back to the rest of the team. Bones clapped my back and grinned.
“Had to go and show us up, River?”
“A round-one KO is insane, man.” Teo fake punched my stomach and laughed. “Especially with their best fighter.”
“It was nothing,” I shrugged. He had twenty pounds on me and about three inches. I figured it would be a fuck ton harder. I just happened to get a good hit on his jaw and sent him flying after only a few minutes.
Someone behind Ari started clapping. Lucien Fritz slid into view with his annoying grin and somehow even more oily hair. His tan suit was definitely out of place with the rest of Smiley’s logoed gear and sweats.
“I wouldn’t say it was nothing. Great work everyone.”
“I’m glad it’s up to standards.” Ari’s voice barely masked her annoyance. “Are we fulfilling the contract?”
“And then some.” Lucien tapped his finger against one of the gloves slung around Frankie’s neck. “Though this was just three matches. The true test starts now.”
The true test started the day Lucien Fritz walked into Smiley’s like a pompous asshat, but hey, who was counting?