Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1)(67)

“Is that a yes?” he asked as he dropped me on the bed and tore the shirt over his head.

“I would have said yes at thirteen.” I dragged his mouth back down with the frenzied need to feel him again, but his mouth alone wasn’t enough. I remembered his words from all those years ago. “Take me. Claim me for forever, Till.”

With a growl, he stood off the bed and went to the window. Snagging the box off the floor, he said, “Not until you’re wearing my ring.”

Cracking the box open, he revealed a round diamond solitaire engagement ring. It was small and simple, nothing at all like the man who was proposing to me. It was, however, perfect.

He slid it onto my finger then let out a huge breath of relief.

“It’s gorgeous.” I rose to my knees, gliding my hands over his chiseled chest.

His eyes watched my ring finger slide over his skin. Mine watched his eyes heat.

“You’ve always been beautiful . . . but f*ck, Eliza. You wearing my ring . . . marrying me . . . It’s unbelievable.” His eyes glistened with overwhelming emotion, but when I leaned forward to offer him a reassuring kiss, Till Page the man appeared.

His eyes grew dark. With one arm on the back of my neck, he swept my legs out from underneath me with the other. I landed on my back, and Till’s mouth went to work biting and nipping my neck. His hands made fast work of removing his pants, and within seconds, his was buried inside me.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he repeated as he drove inside me.

It wasn’t a question, but each time, I still answered, “Yes.”

After a while, his hand dived between us, forcing my orgasm before I could even try to fight it off—the orgasm, not his hand. Never his hand.

As I came calling his name, Till emptied inside me with his own reverent words.

“My wife.”





I DIDN’T JUST BEAT LARRY Lacy. I knocked him out in the fifth round.

Slate had been right. There wasn’t a person who left that arena who didn’t know my name. I was featured on damn near every major sports network, newspaper, and magazine the next day. I might have been a relatively unknown fighter walking into that ring, but I’d walked out as the man of the hour.

I hated that Eliza hadn’t been there to see it, but the boys couldn’t miss any more school, so she’d stayed at home with them. Before I had even made it out of the ring, I’d been handed a phone with her screaming on the other end. The crowd was going nuts, but she was all I heard. We did a huge press conference the following day before heading home, and for the first time, even as celebrity Slate Andrews sat at my side, the attention was all mine. The fifty-thousand dollar paycheck was nice, although Lacy’s was a hell of a lot bigger, but the excitement of that day was intoxicating.

All I could think about, though, was getting home and really celebrating.

“Stop!” Eliza batted my hands away.

“No, you stop. I missed you.” I teased my way under her shirt and sealed my mouth over hers.

“The boys are still awake.” She raked her nails over my back.

“Oh hell no. I’m not waiting for them to fall asleep! Quarry had enough Mountain Dew tonight that he may never sleep again. They know we have sex. They’ll get over it.” I pressed my hardening cock against her core, causing her to throw her head back with a gasp.

“That doesn’t mean I want them to be able to tally how many times I come.”

“Tally them? How the hell many times are you planning to get off, woman?”

She laughed, and with just the sound, my cock became impossibly harder. I bit her nipple to silence her, but it didn’t work, because it turned into a moan that I swear I felt in my balls.

I needed to have her . . . and soon.

“We’ll be quiet.” I pushed into her panties, finding her clit before she could even object.

“I can’t be quiet,” she panted, sliding down the bed and out of my reach.

I dropped my head against the pillow. I was debating if it would be wrong for me to give Flint twenty bucks to take Quarry and go sit in my truck for a half hour when her tongue swirled around the head of my dick.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“You be quiet. I’ll wake you up in a few hours and take mine. Consider it congratulatory head!”

Her lips formed the most perfect crescent shape as she smiled up at me. It was only outdone by the “O” they made as she sucked my cock to the back of her throat.



I awoke to Eliza’s naked ass rubbing against me. After I’d come in her mouth, I’d begged her to let me return the favor, but she’d been hell-bent on waiting until the boys fell asleep. I had no idea how long it had been since we’d fallen asleep, but Flint and Quarry must have passed out, because the house was silent. I couldn’t see her face, but she was quiet, the motion of her hips the only proof she wasn’t still asleep. Or maybe she was and, even in sleep, her body was craving mine.

I grazed my teeth over her earlobe. “Mmm. Wake up, baby.” I felt the vibration in my chest, but nothing came out.

What the f*ck?

“Eliza,” I called, hoping the outcome would be different, but once again, the silence was piercing.

She immediately rolled over to face me with wide eyes, but I couldn’t focus on anything except my inability to speak.