A Fighter's Desire (Gloves Off 0.5 & 0.6)(19)

His gaze darkened for a moment, but then he chuckled, deep and almost sinister. “We like to share when we don’t give a f*ck. It’s fun to be able to be with a woman and fulfill her fantasies of having two lovers at the same time. You see, when a woman is taken to that level of pleasure, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do since she’s in that state of mind. Ryley and I get what we want and so does she. It’s a win-win situation. However, with you we both want you to ourselves. That’s why we came up with our new plan.”

“So basically what you’re saying is that I’m not going to be with you both at the same time? What if that’s what I wanted?”

The thought was tempting, but I honestly didn’t know if I could go through with it. I guess there could be a first time for everything, right?

“I didn’t say that,” Camden replied with a smile. “After everything is said and done, the choice will be yours.”

The choice will be mine? Oh hell.





When we arrived at the house, Camden put his arm around my waist and led me inside. It was much different considering the last time I was there it was loud and overrun with hundreds of people. Now it was quiet, the smell of Italian spices wafting from the kitchen.

“Honey, we’re home,” Camden called out jokingly.

On the kitchen table were three place settings, all with a plate of lasagna, bowl of salad, and a glass of white wine. It smelled like heaven, and my mouth began to water … only it wasn’t just the food causing it.

Dressed in a pair of ripped denim jeans and not wearing a shirt, Ryley smiled at me. He hungrily gazed up and down my body, and I couldn’t help but return the gesture, watching his tatted muscles flex as he moved his arms.

“I’ll admit, I didn’t think you would come,” he confessed slyly, handing me my glass of wine. “I figured we’d be too much for you to handle.”

Keeping my gaze on his, I took a sip of the wine and licked my lips. “Who knows, I might be the one who’s too much to handle.”

I hung my purse on the back of one the barstools while Ryley pulled out a chair for me at the kitchen table. As soon as I was seated, they both took their seats and smiled at me. My stomach growled, but it was also in knots.

I didn’t like feeling nervous, but these guys made me that way. Slowly, I ate a few bites of my food, but it didn’t help that they both kept watching me out of the corner of their eyes.

Finally, after we finished eating, they ushered me into the living room and I sat down on the couch while they took up the chairs opposite me. “I guess it’s about time we get down to business,” Ryley began.

Nodding, I sipped the last of my wine and set the glass down on the table beside the couch. “Tell me what you want.”

Ryley and Camden both looked at each other and grinned before turning back to me. Camden was the one who spoke next, “Okay, like I told you in the car we both want you to ourselves. You had mentioned before that you don’t do one night stands. In regards to that we want to offer you … more. That way it won’t be considered a one night stand.”

More what? I wondered.

“I see,” I said. “Care to elaborate?”

Smirking, Camden moved closer so that his legs brushed up against mine. “What we want to offer is one night with each of us. Let us both have you to ourselves, and after that if you think you can handle us together, it’ll be your choice. You can decide if you want the third night with us both, or if you want another night with just one of us. So, you see, it’s not going to be a one night stand.”

The proposition was actually kind of interesting, and my underwear was soaking wet just thinking about it. However, that couldn’t be all they wanted. “What’s the catch?” I asked. “Surely, there has to be something you’re not telling me.”

They both smiled again.

“Actually,” Ryley started, “we don’t exactly like a quick f*ck. You have to be able to handle us for as long as we want to go. When we train before our fights, we need to keep our aggressions high, so we don’t have sex during that time. Therefore, when we’re finally able to let go of our urges, we want a little more flavor. If we want to tie you up, you need to let us. If you don’t, then it’s time to go; simple as that. If we don’t like the way you kiss, we can let you go. I let a girl go last weekend because she liked to use her teeth while sucking my dick. It f*cking hurt.”

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. He probably deserved it.

“We won’t force you into anything and we won’t hurt you, but if you want to walk we immediately comply. All we crave is a little bit of fun.”

“So if you prefer to f*ck me in the ass I have to let you or it’s all over?” I asked incredulously. The thought of getting screwed in the ass made me cringe. I knew of people who liked it, but I honestly had no desire to try it.

Both guys chuckled. “Yeah, if we wanted to, but that’s not going to happen. I can see it in your face that you don’t want that,” Ryley added.

Blowing out a relieved sigh, I nodded and sat back on the couch, getting comfortable. “What about condoms? Do you wear them?”

They nodded, which was good because if they didn’t, I was going to make them or the deal was off. There was no way I would have unprotected sex with them—or anyone for that matter—after the amount of women they’d been with.