another orgasm, and the second her pussy starts to convulse around my cock, I’m done for. Unable to lie back and do nothing, I grip her hips and meet her thrust for thrust, ensuring that her final orgasm is as good as mine.
“Fuck,” I growl as the tingle in my balls explodes. I jab my hips up once more, filling the condom with every ounce of sexual energy I’ve not used in a long-ass time, and she cries out a mixture of curses and other unintelligible words.
Josette collapses on top of me, our panting mirroring each other’s as we come down from the epic high we both just experienced.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I finally say when I catch my breath.
“Not heaven, Cutter…Josette’s. You’ve died and gone to Josette’s.”
“Come and gone.”
“How very punny of you. Shower?”
“Yep,” I answer, rolling out from underneath her and disposing of the condom in the trashcan next to the desk. When Josette jumps up and starts her sexy saunter to the attached bathroom, I can’t help but laugh when I see a sticky note clinging to her ass.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“Just do it,” I chuckle.
“What? Did I fuck the smarts right out of you?”
“Babe, your ass. The sticky note. Just do it.”
“Oh my God. You’ve got to be kidding me.” She giggles and reaches around to take off the note, but I’m quicker on my feet and get to it before she does.
Bending down and nipping at the soft flesh of her neck, I whisper in her ear, “Don’t mind if I do.”
Chapter 7
Cutter
Everything was going great. When I say great, I truly mean it. I was gearing up for my first fight. When I wasn’t working at the gym to earn my keep, I was training my ass off with Garrett and the other guys. And if I wasn’t there, I was with Josette. Everything was going great.
But now I’m not so sure. Sitting in the backseat of Garrett’s car with Josette while he drives us to the arena, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done enough. Enough training, sparring. Do I have enough skill? Do I have what it takes? Josette stares at me, gauging my attitude. She pulls my hand into hers, laces our fingers together, and reassuringly squeezes. Slightly turning my head, I give her a weak smile and pull my hand away. I get what she’s trying to do, but I need to focus. Grabbing my earbuds from my pocket, I shove them in and start blasting my go-to song to drown out the sounds of everyone’s heavy, nervous breathing, which is doing nothing for my state of mind.
—
Mindlessly bobbing my head to the music, I’m blind to the world, concerned only with my objective: winning. The chorus of “Could Have Been Me” by The Struts hits and I silently mouth the words, feeling every ounce of what they’re singing. I don’t want to go out an untold story. I’d rather go out in a blaze of glory. I want it all: love, pain, pride, and shame. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and think it could have been me if I’d only put myself out there. I’m caught in my own world when Garrett, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of me, abruptly stops and I damn near trip over my own feet to stop from colliding with him. Rian and Josette laugh at my misstep, then continue ahead into the building as Garrett stays back with me to assess my mental state as any good coach would do.
“You have one job, kid. Bring home the win. You got it?” he asks.
“Absolutely. I’m ready.” I won’t walk out of here with regrets. My all—that’s what Garrett taught me and that’s what I owe him. I’ll win, or I’ll die trying.
He claps me on the shoulder and squeezes, his lips turning up in a proud smile. My will to prove that he and Rian didn’t waste their time on me suffocates my fear of going toe-to-toe with a stranger for the first time. I’m in prime condition—Garrett made sure of it—and there’s no way I’m walking away without fulfilling my word. I need to keep reminding myself that I’m being trained by the
“Fuck,” I growl as the tingle in my balls explodes. I jab my hips up once more, filling the condom with every ounce of sexual energy I’ve not used in a long-ass time, and she cries out a mixture of curses and other unintelligible words.
Josette collapses on top of me, our panting mirroring each other’s as we come down from the epic high we both just experienced.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I finally say when I catch my breath.
“Not heaven, Cutter…Josette’s. You’ve died and gone to Josette’s.”
“Come and gone.”
“How very punny of you. Shower?”
“Yep,” I answer, rolling out from underneath her and disposing of the condom in the trashcan next to the desk. When Josette jumps up and starts her sexy saunter to the attached bathroom, I can’t help but laugh when I see a sticky note clinging to her ass.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“Just do it,” I chuckle.
“What? Did I fuck the smarts right out of you?”
“Babe, your ass. The sticky note. Just do it.”
“Oh my God. You’ve got to be kidding me.” She giggles and reaches around to take off the note, but I’m quicker on my feet and get to it before she does.
Bending down and nipping at the soft flesh of her neck, I whisper in her ear, “Don’t mind if I do.”
Chapter 7
Cutter
Everything was going great. When I say great, I truly mean it. I was gearing up for my first fight. When I wasn’t working at the gym to earn my keep, I was training my ass off with Garrett and the other guys. And if I wasn’t there, I was with Josette. Everything was going great.
But now I’m not so sure. Sitting in the backseat of Garrett’s car with Josette while he drives us to the arena, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done enough. Enough training, sparring. Do I have enough skill? Do I have what it takes? Josette stares at me, gauging my attitude. She pulls my hand into hers, laces our fingers together, and reassuringly squeezes. Slightly turning my head, I give her a weak smile and pull my hand away. I get what she’s trying to do, but I need to focus. Grabbing my earbuds from my pocket, I shove them in and start blasting my go-to song to drown out the sounds of everyone’s heavy, nervous breathing, which is doing nothing for my state of mind.
—
Mindlessly bobbing my head to the music, I’m blind to the world, concerned only with my objective: winning. The chorus of “Could Have Been Me” by The Struts hits and I silently mouth the words, feeling every ounce of what they’re singing. I don’t want to go out an untold story. I’d rather go out in a blaze of glory. I want it all: love, pain, pride, and shame. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and think it could have been me if I’d only put myself out there. I’m caught in my own world when Garrett, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of me, abruptly stops and I damn near trip over my own feet to stop from colliding with him. Rian and Josette laugh at my misstep, then continue ahead into the building as Garrett stays back with me to assess my mental state as any good coach would do.
“You have one job, kid. Bring home the win. You got it?” he asks.
“Absolutely. I’m ready.” I won’t walk out of here with regrets. My all—that’s what Garrett taught me and that’s what I owe him. I’ll win, or I’ll die trying.
He claps me on the shoulder and squeezes, his lips turning up in a proud smile. My will to prove that he and Rian didn’t waste their time on me suffocates my fear of going toe-to-toe with a stranger for the first time. I’m in prime condition—Garrett made sure of it—and there’s no way I’m walking away without fulfilling my word. I need to keep reminding myself that I’m being trained by the
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