“That sounds like a great plan.”
Twenty-Three
Legend
I’d never expectScarlett to fight a battle for me, but damned if I’m not turned on after watching her haul off and punch Lucy Byers right in her arrogant face. It was fucking perfect.
With that bitch out of my mind, the only thing I care about is getting Scarlett’s gloves off and hurrying her into the empty locker room. As soon as the door closes, I throw the dead bolt on the inside of the door.
Scarlett grins. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, stud?”
I have no complaints about the nickname, especially because I’m thinkingexactlywhat she’s thinking. “You and me. Right here. Right now.”
Scarlett’s tongue darts out to swipe across her lips, and her chest heaves as she draws in a deep breath. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We collide in the center of the locker room, intent on tearing off each other’s sweaty clothes. As soon as I’ve got her naked, I circle my hands around her waist and lift her into the air to drag her perfect tits across my chest.
“You were a warrior out there. That was so fucking hot,” I tell her as my lips skim over her skin, tasting the saltiness from her sweat.
“I should be saying that to you,” she whispers, tugging my jock strap and cup off. “Because I seriously thought I might lose it when you were wrestling in the cage. I wanted to come in there, mount you, and ride you until I made us both see stars. Or maybe wrestle with you and let you pin me and take me any way you want.”
My cock, already hard, stiffens almost to the point of pain.
“Fuck, I love you, woman.”
I adjust my grip and throw her over my shoulder, slapping her on the ass as I carry us both toward the showers. I flip on the water and wait a few beats until it starts steaming. Backing into it, I check the temperature before lowering Scarlett down under the spray and pinning her to the wall.
“I’ll take you however you need me to. And if you want to mount up and ride, I’m your fucking stallion, ladybug. Whatever you want, you get it. You never have to wonder, because I’m on board for every fucking thing you can possibly imagine.”
Her gray eyes glow, the hunger highlighted by the flickering fluorescent light. “Right here. Right now. I can’t wait.”
Her orders come out like breathy moans, and my cock bounces against my lower stomach.
“Fuck yes. Wrap your legs around me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. My cock presses flush against her pussy, and Scarlett grinds against it, her hips rocking as if she’s trying to push me inside.
“I got you, baby. You’re gonna take me right here.”
I separate our bodies enough to wrap my fist around my dick and angle it so the head breaches her entrance. Hot, wet, tight heaven grips the head, and I press forward an inch.
Her body softens as her eyes close. “Oh God. More.”
“As you wish.” I slide inside, inch by hard fucking inch, until I’m balls deep. “This is gonna be rough and rowdy. Hang on.”
With her arms around my neck and her nails digging into the muscles of my shoulders, I grasp her waist and lift her off my cock only to slide her back down, impaling her with each stroke. Her clit grinds against me, and the sound of Scarlett’s screams fill my ears. The whole gym will hear us, but I can’t find it in me to give a single fuck what anyone thinks.
This, right here, is everything.
Scarlett’s head slides back and forth against the tiled wall of the shower, and then I feel the hard pulse of her inner muscles locking down on my cock. She comes so fucking hard that she nearly traps me inside.
My balls tighten, and lightning shoots down my spine. There’s no chance in hell of keeping my roar at bay. It booms and echoes off the walls until my head finally drops forward to rest on the cool tile beside her head.
“Holy. Fuck,” I whisper. That was a goddamned religious experience if I’ve ever had one. My legs shake and my arms feel like rubber, but that wasincredible.
I open my eyes and brush my lips over her forehead. “You okay, ladybug?”
Her eyes flick open, and the gray is hazy and soft. “I’m more than okay. Actually, that’s the perfect way to end a workout.”