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)
Frankie moaned when Bones squeezed. He popped two fingers into Bones’ mouth and pressed down on his tongue. Bones grunted and squeezed me even tighter. Shit, this was too good. I pounded into him and chased my high. A tingle rippled down my spine; my balls tightened, and with a growl, I filled Bones’ ass.
My fingers dug into his sides and kept him pressed fully down on my cock. Bones jerked his hand faster, and soon Frankie tilted his head back. Cum spurted over Bones’ hand and stomach. Pleasure sprouted in my gut and made my cock throb. If we weren’t on a time crunch, I’d be inside Frankie next, making him groan like that some more.
We fought to catch our breaths. When we calmed down, Bones popped off my lap. My cum dripped down his cheeks and thighs. I smirked when I threw him a nearby towel.
“So how was that massage?”
“You definitely massaged a few places.” Bones snorted. He cleaned himself up and slipped his boxing shorts back on.
Frankie and I cleaned ourselves up and redressed like we hadn’t just fucked each other as a nice warmup.
“Ready to kick some ass?” Frankie asked.
Bones nodded. “I don’t have any other choice.”
“Yes, you do,” I answered. “Win or lose, we’ve already proven ourselves.”
“We still have one more stage. One more place to be.”
I let out a breath. Determination sizzled in Bones’ eyes. He was going to win the damn thing and make Pops proud.
I grabbed his previously injured hand. “We’re with you, no matter what happens.”
Bones grinned at me then Frankie.
“Then let’s go win this damn thing.”
Chapter
Thirty-Two
BONES
Alonzo’s glove connected with the left side of my jaw.
My head whipped around with a sickening crack.
Pain radiated up the side of my head and vibrated my skull.
I tried to move my head to the side, but tendrils of electricity zapped through my nerves.
Whatever the fuck he just did, it couldn’t be good.
I threw up my hand. The referee pulled us apart for a timeout, and I scurried back to my corner. Ari and Frankie hopped up on the side of the ring, handing me a towel and my water bottle.
But when I opened my jaw to drink some, the same pain flashed through my entire body.
Fuck, had Alonzo broken my jaw?
“Your face is swollen.” Ari gently touched my chin, and I winced. “Bones, this is bad. We have to call it.”
“I’m not giving up here,” I said through gritted teeth. I’d had worse injuries in the cages, and I hadn’t quit. This would be no different.
Frankie grabbed my head and jerked it to the left. I cried out in pain and pushed him away. My head throbbed so bad, it blurred my vision.
“You can’t even move your fucking head,” Frankie said. “As your trainer—”
“I can do this!” I shouted. I tapped my gloves together and sucked in a breath through my nose. “I’m not giving up here.”
“You need a doctor. Please, Bones,” she urged. “You’ve already done enough for us.”
“And that’s not enough.”
“Don’t be a fucking idiot. Now’s not the time to play hero,” Frankie said.
“Third place in the entire Circuit is amazing, especially with the season we had. That’ll be enough, Bones.” Ari set a hand on my shoulder, her blue eyes sparkling like diamonds. “We should be proud of that. You should be proud of that.”
“I’ll be proud when the ref holds up my arm. I’m finishing this.” I grunted.
I shook out my head. It hurt like a bitch to move to the left, but it didn’t feel broken. Probably a pinched nerve. Nothing I couldn’t handle for another two rounds at the most.
I could see a doctor when I pummeled Alonzo to the mat.
The ref signaled to us. “Are you good to go or not?”
The air hung silent. For a split second, it was just me, Ari, and Frankie, staring at each other from different planets. But then Frankie slapped my back and nodded, and our worlds collided.
“Give him hell,” he said and pushed me back into the ring.
Alonzo and I tapped gloves one more time and our fight began again.
This motherfucker was relentless. I had faced him before during the season, but this was something else. He was determined to knock my ass out. He threw punch after punch to my left side. He must have seen my injury and was trying to make me pay for it.
But that meant he left his side open for attack.
I punched just below his ribs. Something cracked and Alonzo winced. But even then, he didn’t stop. He kept coming at me like a raging bull. He got me back on the ropes, and all I could do was hold up my gloves to protect my head.
My body throbbed with pain. Alonzo put everything into his attacks; it rattled my brain and spiked agony along my neck.