Love Tap(86)

He drops his cock and fists my hair in one quick move. Tugging back, his blue eyes find mine. They look so primal, but beautiful.

“They’re the same thing,” he growls.

Keeping his hold he uses his other hand to tug my panties down. Spreading my thighs, and lifting my body up I try and help, but the weight of myself causes me to wince and his hard demeanor falls.

“Easy baby,” he whispers.

I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling. This man really loves me.

Spreading my ass cheeks gently he pushes the head of himself inside of me. A rush of passion surfs through me and out my mouth causing a mewl to tumble from my lips as he fills me fully.

My fingers clench the covers beneath me as he slowly starts pumping into me.

His hands lazily caressing my back before a loud slap echoes through the room and an overwhelming heat blossoms on my right ass cheek.

“Don’t ever lie to me again,” he grits, his pace picking up.

“I won’t,” I moan.

“You’re going to let me take care of you.” He slaps my other cheek and I clench around him in response.

“You’re going to trust me,” he whispers in my ear before biting the lobe so hard stars fire behind my eyelids. Wrapping his hand around my front he grasps one of my tits while his other hand anchors on my hip. Slowly he pushes himself in and out of me, the feeling of us together the remedy I’ve been seeking.

Letting go of my chest he slides his hand up, his fingers parting my lips. I part my mouth, and he inserts two fingers.

“Suck,” he demands breathy.

Obeying, I suck. I lick and nibble.

“Fuck yeah, you dirty little girl,” he groans as his fingers thrust into my mouth.

Pulling his fingers from my mouth I feel his body tense, and he swirls his hips. The tip of him hitting me just right I come, pleasure beading its way through me.

Two wet fingers glide between my cheeks and I tense but my orgasm heightens to heights I’ve never felt before and I relax into him.

Two of his fingers in my ass as I lose control. I moan and pant, and come completely undone around his cock and fingers.

He grunts and comes right behind me, falling on the bed next to me.

Out of breath, and feeling insanely dirty but satisfied, I eye him.

He smiles knowingly.

“Next time you want to lie to me, my dick is going in that ass.”

My eyes go wide before a sly grin takes over.

“Jokes on you, maybe I want your dick in my ass.”





Chapter Thirty-Two


Tate



The next day I grab everything I have on The Underground, and shove it into an unmarked envelope. NDA, Rules, Plane ticket, all of it.

Stamping the dorm’s address on the front, I drop it off at the post office and wait for Keegan to get it.

I may not be able to say a word about The Underground but what is stopping some college student who is looking for her shot at a news anchor position from getting some anonymous tip?

The Underground hurt someone I love, and who knows how many people died after being put in the cage like savage animals.

It has to stop.



Camden



Lying in bed I stare up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of trying to get back in the octagon keeping me awake.

I didn’t kill Chase, so maybe I can get back in the game.

The thought circles in my mind like a horror show on repeat.

Tate stirs next to me and I move my arm off of her, nervous I’m putting too much weight on her.

“Can’t sleep?” she mumbles half asleep. I furrow my brows in thought and take a deep breath.

“Do you think I could get back into the ring? You saw me, did you ever for a second think I didn’t have control?” I sound vulnerable and I hate it, but if anyone will tell me the truth, it’s Tate.

She turns, propping her head on her hand, her blonde hair falling in her face. Her eyes are half open, and her face has that sleepy glow that I love.

“Not at all. I mean you were crazy mad, but you had control. You were stopping yourself before I ever said anything. You just needed an extra push is all.”

I bite my bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.

“If I accept a fight, will you be there just in case I need that extra push?” My heart pounds in my chest, hoping she will accept. I understand if she doesn’t, she has her own career to look after.

“I’ll be at every fight Camden,” her words are laced with so much care it takes me aback.

Taking my sight off the ceiling I glance at her, tucking a hair behind her ear. She’s smiling, her eyes proud that I’m going to attempt following my dreams.

I really love this woman. She drives me mad and insane. But I love her.

“I have something for you.”

She wakes up. “Me?”

Pushing myself off the bed I step over to a box in the corner of my room. I still haven’t unpacked, and find the little blue box sitting under some clothes.

I open it, finding the necklace with the two gloves tapping each other.

Closing it, I hand it to her.

“I was going to give this to you the day you were leaving for college.”

She sits up, crossing her legs Indian style before opening.

She gasps, her hands cupping her mouth. My forehead sweats, waiting for her to say something.