Love Tap(60)

The other time was prom night. She dressed up because her mother forced her to. She was gorgeous as hell in that black poofy dress, but man did she hate it. As soon as we got home she stepped out of it and kicked it into the bottom of her closet. Then I f*cked her against the wall in nothing but those black heels.

Just thinking about it has my swelling cock pressing into her lower back.

“I mean—” I rub at my chin, thinking it over. I want her to see what she is getting herself into, but more importantly I want to see the excitement on her face when I surprise her. “I guess it’s a date.”

She sashays toward me, her teeth biting her bottom lip.

Fuck I want to bite that lip. Raising my hand I thumb her lip from her teeth.

“Go on a date with me, Tate,” I demand, rather than ask. When you ask a woman to go on a date with you, you’re giving her the option to say no. I’m not giving Tate that option.

Her lips purse, trying to hide the smile behind them. She wants to say yes, but she’s making me work for it.

Reaching out, I grab her by the shirt and pull her toward me.

Kissing her neck, her hands cup my face as I lick and suck the sweat from her skin.

My hands sliding along her hips possessively. My fingers catching on her pants, and I anxiously tug them down over the globes of her ass cheeks. My fingers dig into her ass rapaciously, as an excited growl rips through my chest.

Her mouth lazily parts, as she kisses the outline of my jaw softly.

“Say yes,” I breathe heavily. She stills, before turning in my hold.

“What kind of a date?” Her eyebrows furrow before releasing.

“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow night, it’s a surprise.” Reaching for her hand, I pull her against me. Her sweaty boobs flush with my chest. Fuck I want to bang her against the lockers.

“Tell me where, and I’ll decide,” she whispers, running her hands through my hair. The way her fingernails scrape against my scalp perfectly I can’t help the shiver running down my spine.

“Just say yes, it will make this easier.”

Her hands fall to her sides as she presses her lips into a firm line. Her eyes pretending to study the floor so she doesn’t have to look me in the eyes. She never was one to like the whole going on a date thing. She would much rather sit at home in comfortable clothes, feet kicked up on a coffee table while watching eighties movies. She’ll have to get over that though, because this is happening. I know she’ll love it too. I hope she does anyway.

“Kidnapping you and putting you in the trunk of my car may take away the romantic appeal I’m going for, so stop being… you for a moment and just accept that this is happening.” I give her the best smile I can muster, hoping she’ll succumb to my charm She grabs me by the hair, her controlling demeanor a turn on, and tugs my head back to meet her beautiful green eyes.

“Fine, but I’m not wearing a dress,” she informs seriously.

I smirk, my chest burning from trying not to laugh.

“I’m more than fine with you naked.”

She pulls my hair hard, before letting go.

“You know what I mean, I’m not dressing up,” she clarifies.

Smacking her ass I stand from the bench.

“Wear whatever you want, you know I find you sexy in anything.”





Chapter Twenty


21 Years Old

Camden



Thomas wraps my hands as I mentally prepare for the fight. I have no idea whom I’m fighting. Everything about this seems off.

“I don’t know if I want to do this Thomas.” He stalls, glancing at me with dazed eyes.

“It’s just cold feet.” Brushing my confession off, he refocuses on my hands.

“Something seems off, this underground shit is too shady.” I swallow hard, replaying all the paperwork I had to sign.

“You are being paid over five hundred thousand for just being here Camden. If you win, it’s a million dollars and a contract for the MFC. Opportunities don’t just present themselves like this. Do you know what you can do with that kind of money son?

I jerk my hand from him. “I know how much I’m being paid.”

A slight knock sounds at the door before it’s pushed open and Silvia Machen walks in. Her black hair shining among the cheap lights.

“How is our number one fighter feeling?” She smiles, but it’s fake. There’s something about this woman that is toxic.

“He’s ready,” Thomas answers for me.

“Great, I just want to make sure we go over everything one last time, to assure there are no issues once you’re in the cage.” She crosses her arms, and sticks her hip out.

“I know the rules—” Well, what rules they do have.

“Great, so you know you are not to talk about The Underground octagon to anyone?”

“Yes,” I huff, flexing my left hand that Thomas just taped. “I signed the NDR, we’ve been through this.”

“You didn’t talk to anyone or suggested its presence to anyone before tonight?”

“In the paperwork, it didn’t say what would happen if I did speak a word about the fight. What happens?”

She gives me an unreadable look, as if I’m brave to even ask.

“If you must know, you’re dealing with the some of the top profiles in the country Mr. Steele. The people bidding here tonight rather enjoy their entertainment in The Underground and will not take threats lightly. If their entertainment is at risk of someone breaking the only rule we have, they may… shall we say… do what comes natural to them.”