Spent - Part Two (Bad Boy Fighter Book 2) (4 page)

We follow the medics off the arena and towards the warm-up area. Luke intertwines his fingers with mine as he holds my hand. Suddenly, his grip feels strong again, as if he’s found his strength.
 

Luke bends down and whispers against my ear, “Follow me.”

A warm feeling floods through my body like a healing rain. I’ve missed hearing his voice. I’ve missed feeling his touch. But most of all, I’ve missed the feeling that he gives me that tells me he genuinely wants to be with me. Eagerly, I follow his lead, as he takes us down a hall towards the locker room.

“Need to get a few things from your locker?”
 

“Something like that,” Luke smirks.

We practically run towards the locker room. I stifle a giggle over Luke’s eagerness to get me alone. Recalling how eager he always was to touch me, I realize that he’s probably been having the same yearning I’ve had the past few days, perhaps even more I decide, judging by his sudden burst of renewed energy.

As soon as we walk into the room, Luke leads me towards one of the lockers. Anticipation builds up in the muscles below my stomach. With gentle hands, Luke leans my back up against one of the lockers. His fingers stroke along my jaw. Closing my eyes, I savor the sensation. My body quakes from the feeling his touch gives me. It drives me insane how quickly this man can get me so revved up.

Hot lips land on mine, demanding my attention. I part my mouth, taking in the sweet and delicious flavor that is my Luke. Strong arms wrap around my shaking body, steadying me up against the metal frame of the locker.

“Well, well, well,” A deep voice calls from behind us, “If it ain’t Luke Richards.”
 

Luke spins around, blocking me from the man talking to him.

“What the fuck do you want, Stewart?” Luke snarls.

His tone catches me by surprise. I’ve never heard Luke sound this pissed before. Fear envelops me as I try to figure out if we’re in some kind of trouble.

“Looks like you got a new bitch.” Dark, menacing eyes devour my frame. “Not bad. Nowhere near as hot as Claire, though.”
 

“Be very careful Stewart. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave now. I don’t want anything to do with you again. You and I cut ties when you fucked with around with Claire,” Luke practically spits the words out at the guy.

Oh shit…

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! It’s Luke’s ex-trainer…
 

“Watched your match. It’s obvious you’re not much of a fighter without me,” Stewart sneers.  

“If I’ve been a little off my game lately,” Luke retorts, “it’s nothing to do with your absence.”

Stewart’s gaze jumps again to me. I shuffle uncomfortably on my feet as his eyes bore into me. Physically, he’s ridiculously attractive, but that’s where it stops. Aside from his casually cruel manner, there’s something in his eyes that makes my body scream at me to run as far away as possible.

“I’m guessing this little redhead is the one messing with your form?”

Luke’s body appears to grow almost, practically shielding me from the view of the onlooker. Stewart sneers and his hands jump up in a defensive mode.

“Hey man, don’t worry. Chunky red heads aren’t my type."

The way Luke’s shoulder muscles begin to flair warn me that he’s fixing to punch the guy. Placing my hand against his back, I try my best to bring him back down from his jealous high.

“Fuck off,” the words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“Oh! She’s a feisty one. You did always like them feisty. You know, that’s one thing I like about Claire,” Stewart smirks, “More fun in the sack when they’ve got a bit of fire. You know what I mean there.”

“Luke, please. The jerk isn’t worth it,” I whisper.

Slowly, his tensed muscles ease against my touch.

“You know,” Stewart drones on, not missing a beat, “I would have thought you’d have won this one, with the advanced information you’d be fighting one of my new students."

“Speaking of that,” Luke chimes in, “Why
did
you send Claire to tell me that? That kind of goes against your norm.”

Suddenly I feel like a complete idiot. All of the heartache Luke and I put each other through was due to this twit using Claire to tell him he’d be facing off against Lancaster?
 

“Well,” Stewart smirks, “You were one of my best students. Lancaster is good, but I actually would’ve hated to see you lose against my new
protégé
.”

“And you had to send Claire? You couldn’t send a fucking email?”

Stewart shrugged, “The match up wasn’t public yet. I’m not jeapordizing my career with a paper trail. Plus, I have to admit, I got a kick out of the thought of you seeing what’s now mine, by sending Claire along to deliver the message.”

Now I wish I hadn’t of stopped Luke from punching the daylights out of this asshole.

 
“But, like always, you let some piece of ass get in the way of your skill,” he finishes, giving me one final look over, his lip curled back showing the ugly heart within his beautiful body.
 

“Is there a reason why you’re taking up my time, Stewart?” Luke asks as he deliberately folds his arms, likely to hold back from punching the guy.

Stewart flashes a devious grin, forcing bile to rise to the back of my throat. The guy has ‘scumbag’ written all over him. My mind reels as I try to figure out what in the world Claire would have seen in the guy, considering she had somebody like Luke already in her grasp.

“No need to get all defensive, man. I was just checkin’ up on an old friend. I wanted to see how well you’re doing and after watching today’s fight, I can tell that you’re doing just phenomenal without me,” Stewart winks directly at me.

“I’m doing better without having your scheming ass around, screwing up everything in my life,” Luke retorts.

“Oh, you’re screwing up your life well enough all on your own without me,” Stewart coldly asserts with a low tone, jumping his gaze back towards me.

“Now you can punch the fucker,” I mutter.

Gifted with the reaction he was looking for, Stewart arches back as a boom of laughter escapes from deep within his chest. Even his laugh gives me the creeps, sending a chill down my spine that makes my skin crawl.

“You know what, Red?” Stewart eyes shift towards my direction, “If you ever want to know what a real man feels like, you know where to find me. I’ll do you a favor and throw you a bone.”
 

The redhead inside of me makes me do something I would never normally do. Before Luke can react, I jump out from behind him and land a firm slap squarely across Stewart’s cheek. The sound of flesh on flesh echoes through the locker room, making the infliction sound even more intense than what it really was. My hand immediately begins to throb, but I have no regret over what I’ve done.

Stewart’s eyes grow fiery as he begins to puff out his chest, appearing like he’s about to strike me. Only then do I realize what exactly I’ve done. Luke’s firm fingers wrap around my shoulders as he shoves me to the side, nearly knocking me over. His massive body appears ten times larger than usual, showing just how large and impressive his incredible physique truly is. Pride wells up in me as I watch my man take a protective and defensive stance against Stewart, silently challenging him to just try to take him on.

“Go away, Stewart. You’ve said what you came to say,” Luke utters through gritted teeth.

Stewart rubs at his cheek, flashing a fake grin beneath his angry eyes as he turns to walk away. I let out a breath as he makes his way to the door, but dread quickly fills me when he pauses. Turning, Stewart stares at Luke, teeth drawn back in an ugly snarl.

“If you decide you want to be in the position of going places again, Richards, you know how to reach me. But if all you want to do is screw low rank chicks and fight at low rank arenas, then I guess you’re exactly where the fuck you need to be."
 

Stewart walks out the door, rather briskly, before Luke or I can say anything. Turning my attention to Luke, I can tell that his skin is practically steaming from the heat of his anger. Every muscle in his body is still tense, as if he’s still prepared to beat the shit out of Stewart, if the douche decided to come back into the room. I don’t move. I’ve seen fighters when they’re this worked up before and I know better than to try to interact with them.

Slowly, Luke begins to simmer down. His shoulders relax back into their usual stance. Even though his muscles are still pretty tense, I can tell that he’s likely safe to approach. Regaining my composure, I open my mouth to say something.

“You were so hot,” Luke cuts me off.

My eyes widen in surprise, “What?"

Luke turns to face me. In his eyes, a fire burns that I’ve never seen in him before. Everything about his expression tells me that he’s ready to fuck and that he’s ready to fuck now. I swallow a lump that has formed in my throat as I try to process the fact that my panties have become saturated with my desire in a matter of seconds.

“The way you defended yourself,” Luke whispers as he walks towards me, “Was very fucking hot."
 

Strong arms wrap around me, but not in a loving embrace. No, this guy has something completely different in mind than love making. By the way that my vagina is pulsing out of control, I can tell that she doesn’t care at all how this man delivers what he’s packing.

“Was it now?” I whisper, caught up in the flood of primal desire Luke is giving me.

He nuzzles his nose along my ear. The way he’s touching me, I know that this isn’t my normal Luke. He’s changed into something primitively erotic, and I’m loving every bit of it.

“Mhm,” he moans as his tongue flicks along the lobe of my ear.

A chill runs through my body that makes my knees practically turn into jello. Firm hands quickly grasp my ass as he pulls me up against him. I can feel Luke’s massive shaft pressing hard against my pelvis. A yearning moan escapes my mouth as I bite my bottom lip.

“I’ve missed this,” I whisper.

“Me too, Baby,” Luke moans as he lifts me up into his arms.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let his strong arms lean me up against one of the lockers. Demanding lips press hard against mine. I gasp to take a breath, which Luke uses the moment as an opportunity to thrust his delicious tongue deep within my mouth.

With one hand, Luke grips my ass firmly, not massaging it, but kneading through it with deft fingers to feel every bit of its plumpness. His other hand runs through my hair, gently tugging at it in a controlling and oh-so-pleasurable kind of way. I grip his shoulders tightly, feeling his bulging muscles tighten against my touch.

The hand that runs through my hair slowly begins to lower itself, fingers tracing along the curve of my neck. Slowly, he eases his way down to my collarbone, teasing the tender skin stretched across it, sending pulsing sensations deep within my core. Without stopping, his fingers continue their tantalizing trail, making their way down along my belly until they reach the hem of my shirt.

“I want to taste you now, Tasha,” he mutters against my lips.

Oh fuck.

His lips continue their demanding kisses and tender fingers trace along every curve of my chest and stomach, sending a chill through my body. Closing my eyes, I take in the sweet pleasure that I have been craving from the moment I saw him walk out onto the arena.

Luke's firm hand slips down into my pants, making me gasp in surprise. His soft lips grin against mine. It drives me insane how easily he can command my body. It drives me equally insane knowing that he knows he has that kind of capability. Before I can say anything in rebuttal, his fingers brush along the sweet bud of my sex, making me whimper softly from pure desire.

"You're so wet, Baby," he whispers against my lips.

"Its been a while," I moan.

"Have you not been taking care of it?" He asks as he gently strokes the tender bulb.

I moan a little louder, resting my head against the locker. Luke's kisses don't stop, but instead, they begin working a path down along my jaw and neck.

"I can't do it as good as you do," I sputter out between my sounds of pleasure.

His words whispers a pattern of goosebumps against my neck as his hand shifts in position slightly, "I'll teach you."

His fingers rub against my clit more vigorously, quickly jolting me to a level of bliss I haven't felt in weeks. I lose myself in the sensation, soaking in every caress from his lips and every command of his fingertips.

"Put your hand on mine," Luke whispers, catching me by surprise.

"Okay."

I'm confused, but I do as I'm told and slip my hand down my pants and on top of Luke's hand. Every tendon and muscle in his hand flexes as he diligently works to bring me pleasure. Between waves of impending ecstasy, I marvel at how his hand can move like that.

"Put your fingers on mine."

"Why?" I can barely speak anymore.

"So I can teach you how to pleasure yourself," Luke grins against my neck.

That's all the encouragement I need. My body explodes against his touch. Wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss consumes me. My vision darkens and my mind turns into a haze. All I feel is his body and mine. The pressure I've been feeling over the last few weeks washes away, leaving my body feeling loose and free.

***

"I came a little fast," I whisper when I finally regain some of my composure.

"It’s okay. We can return to our lessons some other time," Luke smiles as he stares into my eyes, our fingers still pressed against my pulsing folds.

All I want to do in this very moment is rip off his gym shorts and have him pound into me against the locker, with no care if someone can hear us. My thumbs hook along the band of his shorts, prepared to yank them down and expose the delicious hard flesh of his that my body so desperately wants right now.

The sound of someone clearing their throat makes Luke and I both pause. Our hands quickly pull away from my sex, leaving me gasping from the sudden loss of connection.