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BOOK: Spent - Part Two (Bad Boy Fighter Book 2)
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People are probably staring at me, but I don’t care. This day has been too insane for me to be able to muster any more control or discipline. All I want is to hold
my man
in my arms and know that he’s okay. When I realize Luke’s body isn’t moving, panic invades every corner of my being, propelling me to run even faster to his side.

I tackle the couple of stairs to the arena door in a single stride, burst through the padded door and ease my way towards Luke’s lifeless body. Lancaster steps away towards the exit, leaving Luke behind and a medical crew rushing in behind me. Someone is yelling at me, but I don’t know who and I don’t bother to look up. My eyes are set on the hulking, limp body lying before me. Hot tears begin to stream down my face as I reach out to touch him, but a strong, ebony hued hand grasps mine before I can hold the man that I care about.

“Don’t touch him, Tash,” Mike’s voice echoes beside me, “Let the medics check him over.”
 

I struggle to break free from the restraint, but it’s useless. The man is three times my size and could crush the hand he’s holding if he wanted. Tears run uncontrollably down my face as I try to choke out some words.

“Is he okay?” It’s the best I can do and it barely comes out above a whisper.

“I don’t know, Tasha,” Mike says solemnly, “I don’t know.”
 

Movement.

“Tasha?” A weak, yet deep, voice comes out of the motionless body.

My heart leaps as I struggle against Big Mike. I want so badly to touch Luke, to cradle him in my arms and wipe away the blood across his face. I want to tell him how sorry I am and how I much I want him.

“Get her the fuck away from him!” A portly man roars as he waddles near us, carrying a first aid kid.

“Let’s give the medic some space, Tash,” Big Mike whispers against my ear.

“Stay,” Luke moans.

I plant my feet firmly against the floor. Mike is going to have to drag me out of here, kicking and screaming, before he’s going to rip me away from Luke. A grumble is muttered behind me when Mike realizes that I’m not going to budge. He’s not going to force me to move and I’m not going to go willingly.

“I said, get her away,” the medic waves as to move as he moves in beside Luke.

Luke’s eyes slowly flutter open, blood dripping down along the ridge of his nose, sliding down the curves of his eye sockets. He’s a horrible sight to behold, and yet, all I feel is an overwhelming sense of happiness. Not only is he awake and semi-alert, but he wants me to be near him. A little feeling of relief attempts to make its way through my body, slowly pushing out all of the other overwhelming emotions I’ve been feeling throughout the day.

“She stays,” Luke grumbles to the medic and he slowly eases himself up off the floor.

“Sit your ass down, you damn fool,” the medic holds his hand out to stop Luke from sitting up any further.

“I’m fine,” Luke mutters, rubbing his gloved hands against his head. He winces when he brushes over a fresh wound.

“I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” the medic bemoans, clearly exhausted from the frivolous exchange.

Luke slowly shakes his head, “He just knocked the wind out of me. I’m fine. I just want to see my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend…

My legs go weak at the sound of the word rolling off of his tongue. Knowing that he’s fine is all the encouragement my aching vagina needs.
 

Now all that my sex has on her little mind is to jump the sexy, albeit bloody, man before me and make his aches and pains go away.

With perfect timing, Big Mike’s grip against me loosens just enough for me to find an opening. I jerk myself out of his hands and rush over to Luke before Mike has time to react. The medic frowns as I nestle in beside Luke, but the doesn’t say anything this time. I guess he’s already figured that he’s not going to win this one.

Crossing my legs, I ease Luke’s head down onto my lap, ignoring the blood dripping down along my leggings. Mine and Luke’s eyes never stray from one another. We’re both lost, incapable of talking. All I can focus on is the way he’s looking at me. The medic continues to work, checking Luke’s vitals and examining his wounds, doing his best to work around me while also doing a thorough job.

The medic sighs as he rises to his feet. Neither Luke nor I look up at him, both of us too consumed with drinking in the sight of the companion that neither of us thought we would see again.

“Well, I can’t see anything noticeably wrong with him,” the medic clears his throat, “I’ll let you two do your thing, then I’ll check over Richards again once you’re done.”

I hear Big Mike thanking the man and clapping him against the back. Both men walk away from us to another end of the arena. Finally, I notice the auditorium and the fact that it’s completely empty. Whether everyone cleared out of their own accord, or were escorted out due to the ruckus I caused, I don’t know and I don’t really care. Right now, I’m feeling selfish and I’m going to ensure that the object of my selfishness is safe and healthy.

“Hi,” Luke whispers, staring deeply into my eyes.

“Hi, stranger,” I smile softly, gently running my fingers through his hair.

Luke coughs, I do my best to help hold him up, never having realized before just how heavy his head is. Eventually, after another couple of throaty rasps, he clears out whatever was bothering him. He turns back his attention to me.

“I thought I was imagining you.”

“Hmm?” I hum.

“You looked like an angel in the auditorium,” Luke smiles softly.

I smile as I soak in the sweet words. Normally, I would blow off any guy that would say something like that. But hearing the words from his mouth, with the brevity that’s in his tone, I know that he truly means what he says.

“You surprised me when you noticed me,” I mutter, unable to come up with anything remotely as poetic as his words of recognition.

“Tasha,” Luke whispers, slowly sitting up, but his eyes never straying from mine, “I’ve missed you.”
 

The words hurt, but not in a negative way towards him. They hurt because I know he really means it. Everything hurts because I know that I’ve put him through pain, pain that he probably didn’t fully deserve, and pain that I wasn’t feeling myself to the level that he was. Tears burn the corners of my eyes, threatening to reveal my thoughts and feelings. I screw my eyes shut, trying my best to hold onto what little composure that remains within.

“I missed you, too.”

Chapter 4

With Luke’s head nestled in my lap, I take a moment to examine his injuries more closely. Both of his eyes are swollen, along with a massive bruise along his cheekbone. The rookie fighter Lancaster, managed to beat up my handsome man almost to a pulp. He looks horrible, but he still looks like my Luke.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, trying to hold back tears.

A soft smile curves along Luke’s square jaw line, “I am now that you’re here.”
 

“Cheesy,” I giggle.
 

“I’m good at cheesy,” Luke smirks, “And I wanted to hear you laugh.”

“That’s even cheesier,” I smile down at him, brushing my hand through his thick, copper mane.

Luke raises up his hand, gentle fingers touch my cheek. I freeze, unable to say or do anything. Tears threaten to escape the corners of my eyes as I stare at him.

“I’m so sorry, Tasha,” he whispers.

“I’m so…”

“Ma’am,” a voice from behind me interrupts mine and Luke’s conversation, “I need to ask you to leave.”

I turn to face the voice, being immediately greeted by a massive man with olive complexion, even bigger than Big Mike. His hulking size catches me by surprise and I try to quickly utter something to appease the impatient glare he’s boring into me.

“She’s my girlfriend Stavros. She stays,” Luke states before I can respond to the large man.

There’s that ‘girlfriend’ word again.

It’s ridiculous how giddy I feel over his words, but I can’t help it. Stavros glares at both Luke and I for a few moments, then, with a sigh, shakes his head.

“Fine, but you need to have a full eval from the med team before you can leave, Richards. And I expect it to be done promptly,” the man says, wagging a sausage sized finger at Luke.

“Will do,” Luke flashes a broad grin, already he’s beginning to look like his normal self.

I watch the man as he walks away, my sidetracked mind silently trying to guess just how many cheeseburgers a man like him could put away. When I turn to face Luke, I’m completely caught off guard.

Hot lips land on mine, making my body practically melt. The copper flavor of blood invades my mouth, but Luke’s sweet flavor counters the taste. My vagina throbs as I return his kiss. This feeling, the feeling that his touch gives me on every part of my body, is the feeling that I have missed almost as much as I’ve missed Luke himself. Luke pulls away. I pout, already missing the sensation his lips give me.

“I’m so sorry, Tasha, for everything. I should have told you the…”

I place my index finger on his lips. This isn’t the place for this kind of discussion. Considering the sexy man in front of me is driving my body insane right now, I don’t think I could focus much on a serious conversation without being overwhelmed with the urge to jump him and ride him as hard as I want.

“We’ll talk about that after I take you home.”

Luke kisses my index finger. Closing my eyes, I absorb the gentle sensation as it vibrates through my arm.

“You’re taking me home?” He hums against my finger.

I bite my bottom lip as I move my finger away from his mouth. The thrill his hum sends through my body only increases the yearning deep below my stomach. Even though Luke and I still have so much we need to say to each other, right now, all I want to do is touch him, and let him touch me until we both begin to heal.

“Yes,” I moan softly, “I’m not letting you drive after the beating you got tonight.”
 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asks, his deep hazel eyes practically beg me to say yes.

“We’ll see,” My tone is a little firmer than before, “I want to take things slow.”
 

Luke smiles softly, “I’ll go as slow as you need me to. I’m not messing up this time.”
 

I smile hesitantly. Despite believing him, I’m still unsure. We went way too fast before and I don’t want to make the same mistake this time.

Regardless, the aching deep within my sex is making it way too fucking hard to think clearly about the direction Luke and I should go.
 

My desires clash with my rational thoughts and right now so much of me just wants to be wrapped up in his arms feeling completely spent from his touch, for all time.

“We’ll see,” are the only words I can mutter. Some of the color drains from Luke’s face. I can tell he’s disappointed, but he forces through a smile.

“Better than nothing.”

I nod, “Now, lets get you checked out by the staff so we can get home.”

Well, that brought the color back.

Luke grins as he eases himself up off the ground. I help him up the best I can. He struggles to rise to his feet, almost as if he’s too weak to stand. Placing my hand against his back, I can tell that he’s lost quite a bit of weight since I last saw him. He probably should have never of entered the ring in the first place. The blows he received, although powerful, shouldn’t have weakened him this badly, so some of this has to be from malnourishment.

All I can think about is how badly I want to kick myself for treating him the way that I did. Here’s a guy who had a relationship before me that totally blew up in his face, leaving him depressed for over a year. And then, the poor sod meets me and what do I do? I torture him by ignoring his pleas for forgiveness, not even bothering to try to figure out why he did what he did. Communication has never been my strongest skill in any relationship, especially the romantic kind.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I help him hobble towards the medical team.

“For what?” He asks, concern laced within his voice.

“Everything,” I choke out, trying my hardest not to cry.

His eyes grow dark, but a soft smile gently curves across his tender lips, “Me too.”
 

I bite my bottom lip, staring at his lips, I fight hard to resist the urge to stand up on my tip toes and kiss him. Those delicious lips are too much for me to handle right now. My mind immediately wanders off to thinking about a particular place on my body that I would love to have those hot lips pressed against… but first things first. I need to have him checked out and get some food into his fragile body.

Two more medical staff meet us half way and begin to evaluate Luke. I do my best to stay out of their way, but I can see obvious concern written across their faces. The female attendant is pretty and when she looks Luke up and down I can tell she’s thinking about a bit more than just health concerns, especially when her eyes linger around a particular spot on his shorts. I fight back a jealous urge to yell at her and tell her that he’s my man.

“How much did you have to eat today, Richards?” The male attendant asks, while jotting things down onto a clipboard.

“Um,” Luke pauses, “A protein shake for lunch.”

“And?” He persists, arching an eyebrow.

“That’s about it,” Luke mutters.

The male attendant sighs as he scribbles down the information in his chart. Meanwhile, the girl shoots me a ridiculous look, as if I’ve been intentionally withholding food from the man’s mouth.

Thanks, bitch. As if I’m not feeling shitty enough about all of this.

“Okay, Richards. Next time, eat more food during the day, especially a few hours before a fight. You know this shit, son,” The male attendant grumbles.

“Yes, sir. Won’t happen again,” Luke looks down at me and smiles.

“I’ll make sure he eats something,” I assure him.

Luke winks at me, quickly turning something that I said in pure innocence into an innuendo. The female attendant scoffs, either from jealousy or peevishness, I can’t tell. I like to think it’s from a little of both.

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