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  Grabbing me by the waist, his hands lowered to my ass and he pressed me up against the hardness between his legs. His deep chuckle sent shivers down my body, especially when he nipped the tender flesh on my neck and breathed in my ear. “Baby, I believe you already have the answer to that question.”

  Pushing him toward the bed, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to the floor slowly, squeezing his cock through his boxers. He groaned and willingly lounged back onto the bed with hooded, heat-filled eyes. It was time to take his mind off of everything and let him enjoy the ride.

  I, for one, was definitely going to enjoy it.

  SHELBY’S BED SMELLED EXACTLY LIKE her: the Ralph Lauren perfume she wore, the shampoo she used in her hair, and the strawberry scented body lotion she loved from Bath and Body Works. After ten years it was all the same. So much had changed, but yet so much had stayed the same.

  Entwining my hands behind my neck, I lied back on her pillows and watched her while she slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. When her hair swayed to the side, I could see the telltale signs of the moon and star tattoo that she got on her shoulder when we turned eighteen. Shelby’s skin was always so soft, smooth, and naturally golden without even having to go into the sun. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out; to see her back arch, pushing her breasts higher so I could suck and bite them while I fucked her with my fingers. I’d never felt another woman’s body that was as perfect as hers.

  Climbing onto the bed, she straddled me wearing only a pair of black, lacy thongs that matched her black, lacy bra. I fingered the strap to her bra and muttered, “I think I like this. Please tell me you have this in other colors.”

  With a smirk, she slowly slid her hand down my stomach and reached into my boxers, wrapping her hand around my cock. “I guess you’ll just have to find out,” she uttered breathlessly.

  “Gladly.”

  Licking her lips, I knew what she was planning to do the moment she slid my boxers down my legs, and oh God how much I wanted to feel her mouth on me, sucking me as hard as she could. Not wasting any time, her head lowered and my muscles jerked as she closed her lips over the tip of my cock, circling her wet tongue around it over and over.

  She loved to tease me; she always had, but I fucking loved it. Her torture would come soon, and I was going to make sure she begged before I gave her what she wanted. Sucking harder, I groaned when she cupped my balls and started to massage them. Dammit, I wanted to let go so bad, to come in her mouth and claim her body in every way possible. I wanted to fuck her until she ached and hear her scream my name from her red, swollen lips. Before she could drive me over the edge, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.

  She shrieked as I basically ripped off her underwear and unclasped her bra, ripping it off as fast as I could. Immediately, I bent down to suck on her perfectly taut nipples, one after the other, the tips getting larger the more I teased them. Moaning, Shelby spread her legs wider and pushed her hips up against mine. I intentionally kept my cock as far back as possible so I could tease her; she was always so hot when she panted for me.

  “Please,” she begged, trying to move down. When I pressed my weight into her and bit her bottom lip, she instantly opened her closed eyes and gasped. “How long are you going to torture me?” she complained halfheartedly.

  Sliding the box of strawberries to my side, I grabbed one of the dark chocolate ones and rubbed it across her swollen lips. “Sweetheart, I don’t think this is torture, but I am getting ready to show you what torture is.”

  “That’s not fair,” she grumbled. It’s all part of the fun, I wanted to tell her.

  Beside her bed, on her nightstand, I spotted a lighter by one of her candles and grabbed it. Shelby’s gaze narrowed as she watched me play with the fire. “What are you doing?” she asked huskily.

  With the strawberry in one hand and the lighter in the other, I flicked the flame so that it heated up the thick layer of chocolate covering the strawberry. Slowly, it started to shine and melt away, dropping hot streams of chocolaty goodness across the mounds of her breasts and nipples. Shelby gasped and arched her back just the way I liked.

  Once the chocolate really began to melt, I took my finger and swirled the chocolate across her breasts, and finally trailed a line down her stomach to between her legs. Gently, I placed the strawberry to her lips.

  “Bite it,” I ordered.

  She did as I asked, and when she did the juice from the strawberry dribbled down her chin. Slowly, I trailed my tongue up her chin and kissed her lips as she chewed and swallowed her treat. The chocolate all over her body was my dessert. Tracing my tongue across her chest, I sucked the chocolate off of her nipples, groaning as my dick jumped in response. Once they were all clean, I trailed my tongue down the path on her stomach to between her legs. Right there in the middle was the sweetest taste of all. So wet and swollen.

  I groaned in anticipation because I knew the first taste would be the best. Sealing my lips around her clit, I added the right amount of chocolate to go along with the sweet taste of her body. She moved her hips against my face as I fucked her with my tongue, burrowing as deep as I could so I could smell her … taste her.

  “Matt, please,” she begged. “Please make love to me.”

  Ignoring her request, I pushed a finger inside of her, still keeping up the punishing pace of my tongue on her clit. The wetter she got, the more I wanted. Spreading her legs wider, I rubbed my cock around the wetness of her opening, and without warning I entered her. Gasping, she screamed out a pleasured cry and wrapped her legs around my waist. Taking her face in my hands, she gazed back at me with hooded eyes and lifted her mouth to kiss me. I opened her lips further with my tongue, tasting her … claiming her. For as long as she stayed, I had her all to myself. She was mine again.

  Moaning in my ear, she dug her nails into my back and her body clenched so tight around my dick that I was close to exploding. The tighter she got, the harder it was to keep going. Her moans grew louder, and as soon as she let go I pumped as hard as I could, filling her up deep inside. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat and the smell of sex. It was unreal how much I craved Shelby’s touch. I’d spent years without it, and now I couldn’t get enough.

  There was nothing in the world that could break me; not my father when he left, the fights I had lost, nor Kyle Andrews in his quest to fuck me over. None of that mattered to me … except Shelby. She was the key to everything, my salvation and my redemption.

  We had one more chance to make it right, and if she left again there was no going back. I would surely break.

  There was no doubt about it.

  IT WAS THURSDAY, TWO DAYS before my next fight at the Oracle Arena, and four days that we had gone without any word from Kyle. All week I stayed with Shelby at her house, waiting on him to make some kind of move, but he hadn’t … yet. I think we both knew the time was coming, we just didn’t know when.

  “So, do I get to meet your coach today?” Shelby asked, hesitantly glancing down at my bike.

  I already had my helmet and jacket on, waiting for her to climb on behind me, but she was stalling. The wheels in her mind were turning, and I knew she was trying to figure out another way to get out of riding on the bike. Over the past several days, I’d tried to get her to ride with me, but being the smooth talker that she was she always came up with a reason not to and I agreed.

  Not this time, though.

  She was going to ride with me even if I had to tie her down to the damn bike. With no makeup on and her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she still looked sexy as hell and determined to get her way.

  Straddling my shiny red, Ducati 1198, I held out my hand. “Yes, you’ll get to meet my coach if we actually get there. You’ll be perfectly fine with me, I promise. Now get your ass up here.”

  When she didn’t move, I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to me. Since she didn’t know how to strap on her helmet, I set it down over her h
ead and did it myself, smirking the whole time. “You know, I remember you telling me a long time ago that you weren’t afraid of anything. Since when did you turn into a scared little kitten?” I teased her.

  Narrowing her eyes, she smacked me in the arm and mumbled, “Fuck you!” Finally, she grabbed onto my shoulder and swung her leg over the bike, locking her arms tight around my waist. I chuckled when she gripped me harder the moment I revved up the engine.

  “Relax, angel, you’re going to be fine. I’m not going to do anything stupid,” I assured her.

  Gently, I squeezed her hands just once before putting the bike in gear and taking off down the road. I ended up travelling the scenic route up US 101 to Santa Rosa because I figured she’d enjoy it more. After a while, she let go of some of her fear and giggled when I sped up, except her grip always tightened up again around the curves if we had to lean into them. Riding was relaxing for me, but it also gave me an outlet if I needed to let off steam. Being able to twist the throttle and fly down the road was great to get the adrenaline pumping.

  We arrived perfectly intact, and as soon as I parked the bike in the gym parking lot, Shelby got off and tried to remove her helmet. I helped her unclasp it, and as soon as she was free she squealed, “That was amazing.”

  “Not as bad as you thought, right?” I pointed out.

  Shaking her head excitedly, she unzipped her coat and slid her backpack off, which had her workout clothes in it. “No, it wasn’t bad considering I didn’t have a choice. I debated on making a run for it, but I knew I wouldn’t get very far. Besides, it was actually kind of fun.”

  “I’m glad you had fun,” I said, taking her hand and leading her around the building to the front door of the gym. “Let’s get inside so I can show you how to kick someone’s ass.”

  As soon as we entered, I noticed there were a couple of guys sparring in the ring who were new fighters in the Middleweight division in the UFC. I’d spoken to them plenty of times and watched them train before. Both were completely fearless and efficient with their strikes, but I figured it had to be in their genetics because they were twins.

  “Wow,” Shelby breathed, taking a look around. “You said your coach owns the gym?”

  Nodding, I pointed to where he stood by the ring, talking to the Jameson twins’ coach. “Yep, that’s him over there. Come on, I’ll introduce you to him.”

  When Carter saw us approach, he smiled and patted the other coach on the shoulder before meeting us on the other side of the ring. “You ready to get to work, son? The guys should be done in about ten minutes,” he said.

  “Please, I’m always ready,” I added. Turning to Shelby, I put my arm around her and introduced them to each other. “Shelby, this is Carter. He’s the one who helped me be the fighter I am today. Without him, none of it would’ve been possible.”

  Carter chuckled and shook her hand. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just being modest. I’ve never seen a fighter quite like him other than Mason. Next season is going to be epic when they battle it out,” he told her.

  “I can imagine,” she replied.

  “All right, you two. I’m going to get our stuff out of the back. Start warming up and then we’ll begin.” Turning to Shelby, he winked at her and smiled. “You’re going to have a tough fight on your hands, little lady. I hope you’re ready.”

  With a sly grin, she answered, “Oh, I can handle him just fine.”

  That she can, I thought, especially when she used her mouth.

  While Carter disappeared into the back room, Shelby and I separated to different locker rooms to change clothes. I knew it would take her longer to get dressed, so I met up with the twins who stood right by the ring packing up their stuff.

  “What’s up, Reynolds,” one of the twins said. They both had dark blond hair, which was shaved close to their heads, and midnight blue eyes. It was hard to tell them apart since they were identical, but I’d noticed once before that Ryley was the one with the small jagged scar at his hairline.

  Ryley held out his hand and I shook it before turning to his brother, Camden, and shaking his. “You guys are looking good up there. What are you going to do if the time comes for you to fight each other?” I asked.

  Shrugging, they both looked at each other and grinned. Camden was the one who answered, “Then I guess we’ll fight each other. I’m sure I could ask the same question to you about Mason. It’s no different going up against a good friend.”

  Good point.

  When the time came for me to fight Mason, I was going to keep fighting to the very end. He was the best damn fighter I’d ever gone against, and even though we were close friends I didn’t want to hurt him, but we both understood that it was what we did. It was a sport we both loved and it was nothing personal. We’d beaten each other up plenty of times in our sparring, so it wasn’t any different.

  “You have a point. I’ve fought Mason before and we know the difference between fighting for sport and fighting to injure someone,” I replied.

  “Yeah, that’s true,” Camden agreed. “I guess the same can be said for us.”

  We stood there talking for a while until Ryley elbowed his brother in the arm and pointed toward the door. “Dude, look at her,” he marveled. “Is she not hot or what.”

  When I recognized the curvy, blonde haired girl he was talking about, I couldn’t help but cringe and shake my head. She was definitely a looker, but she happened to be one of the many mistakes I’d made over the past couple of years.

  “What’s that look for, Reynolds?” Ryley asked. “Please tell me you didn’t bang her too.” Nonchalantly, I shrugged and didn’t comment, which in turn confirmed his suspicion. Ryley burst out laughing. “Damn, man, is there any girl that comes in here that you haven’t fucked? I guess I’m going to have to settle for your sloppy seconds.”

  Shaking my head, I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned closer to him. “Believe me, you’ll want to stay away from that one. It felt like a punishing brillo pad scraping up and down my dick. I hurt for a week after that.”

  As soon as I made that comment, I knew I was in trouble—so did Ryley and Camden—when Shelby’s voice spoke up from behind us, “Wow, I so didn’t need to hear that, but I guess since you hurt for a week after it probably cut down the number of women you’d been with to what … one hundred and seventy-five?”

  With her jaw and fists clenched, she stormed right past us and jumped up into the ring. She had on a black sports bra and a pair of black spandex boy shorts that showed off her flat stomach and the voluptuous curve of her ass. When she noticed me staring, she narrowed her eyes and snarled her lip.

  Holy shit, she’s pissed.

  “Dude, you pissed her the hell off. Good luck because you’re definitely going to need it,” Ryley pointed out, as if I didn’t already know.

  “Thanks,” I grumbled.

  The twins and their coach said their good-byes to Carter as he brought out the pads and gloves. I climbed up into the ring with Shelby, but she wouldn’t look at me as I approached her. All she did was stand there with her arms crossed at the chest, fuming.

  “Shelby,” I murmured cautiously.

  Immediately, she held up her hand for me to stop and closed her eyes. “Please, do me a favor and don’t talk right now. I really don’t want to think about it anymore. Knowing you have a past with women is one thing, but actually seeing the people you’ve slept with and hearing about it is another. I know if the situation was turned you’d understand.”

  “You’re right, and I would hate it,” I admitted honestly. “I hate knowing you’ve been with other guys, but you’re with me now and I trust you. I may say stupid shit sometimes, and that’s something I’ve always done, but you have to learn to trust me if this is going to work out. You promised not to leave me and I promised I wouldn’t leave you. You also have to believe in me.”

  Her shoulders relaxed just a bit, but now Carter joined us in the ring and immediately picked up on the tension. “Well, I s
ee there’s some hostility that brewed up in the few minutes I’ve been gone. It’ll make for an interesting session.” Carter smiled and taped Shelby’s hands before sliding a pair of gloves on her.

  “All right, Shelby, I’m going to show you some strike moves, and also some defensive ones. Then after that I’ll let you practice them out on Matt. It’s important to be skilled in every single aspect of MMA fighting. You have to be agile, quick on your feet, and be able to think quickly to anticipate your opponent’s next moves. You understand?”

  Nodding, she watched him closely while I stood there, stewing in doubt. I knew she was angry, and she still hadn’t looked at me. Sooner or later she would have to. While I waited on them to finish, I ran a couple of miles on the treadmill and lifted a set of weights. About thirty minutes later they were done.

  “She’s ready, son,” Carter called. “Get your ass up here.”

  Shelby was on fire and covered in sweat by the time I climbed up into the ring, but she didn’t waste any time going on the attack. Swinging her fists, I blocked each and every one of her strikes and almost took her down to the mat, but thought better of it. If this was the only way to help her get out the anger, then so be it.

  “Does this make you feel better?” I challenged.

  “No,” she growled, “it doesn’t.”

  Already, she showed signs of fatigue and huffed in anger, pushing herself past the limit. I didn’t know what the hell to do. Carter moved out of the ring and gave us our space, knowing our situation needed to be handled in our own way and with a little privacy. It was hard to have that with everyone in the gym staring at you.

  Circling around her, I lifted my arms in the air and shrugged. “Well, then what would make you happy, huh? Do you want to hit me, is that it? Tell me what—”

  Stopping mid-sentence, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye come through the door that I hadn’t seen in a really long time. When I turned to look, Shelby glanced in the direction as well at the long, dark haired beauty that smiled and waltzed her way over to the ring.