A Fighter's Desire (Gloves Off 0.5 & 0.6)(20)

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” Camden asked.

Moving closer to him, I bit my lip and smiled. It was now time for my little game. “Actually, there is. What if you can’t handle me? What if I don’t like the way you kiss or the way you move during sex? What if you don’t get me off? I think if you don’t pass my test, I should have the option of letting you both go. It’s not always about what you want, you know.”

Ryley and Camden lifted their brows, intrigued. “Damn girl, I’m getting hard just thinking about this,” Ryley chimed. “Please go on.”

If they could mess with me, I was going to mess with them. Placing my hands on their thighs, I massaged them gently, slowly inching up the inside of their legs. They both groaned and moved closer.

“I know you get to do whatever you want with me, but what do you say about letting me do whatever I want with you? For one hour of the night, I want to be able to have all control, and that means whatever I do you have to let me do it, no questions asked. During that time you can’t get off no matter what. If you do, I can walk away knowing full well that I bested you.”

They stared at me for a few minutes, grinning from ear to ear, while I sat there with an arrogant smirk on my face. I knew they didn’t think I could wear them down, but I had full confidence that I could.

“I’m down for it,” Ryley agreed. “No woman has ever been able to control me like that.”

“Same here,” Camden said.

Biting my lip, I nodded my head and removed my hands from their thighs. They were both hard, straining against their jeans, and from what I could tell they weren’t exactly lacking in the size department. Hopefully I’d be able to walk after they were done with me.

Abruptly, I stood, making them shift back in their seats. “All right, you’re on. When does all of this begin?”

“Friday night, angel,” Ryley explained. “We don’t have any fights this weekend, so it’s the perfect time to have you all to ourselves.”

“Who gets me first?” I asked curiously. “If you both want me, how do you decide who gets the privilege of breaking me in?”

Gazes dark, they tensed and glared at each other for a moment before turning back to me. “That’s where we’re going to have a problem,” Camden growled. “We both want you first, so we decided it would only be fair for you to choose. Better yet, we’ll fight for you. Do you have a preference on who you want first?”

Okay, that didn’t put me on the spot or anything. Were they really going to fight for me? Expectantly, they both stared at me—their bodies ready for action—waiting on me to answer … but I didn’t have one. I didn’t want them to have to fight for me.

“Look, guys, I don’t know you well enough to be able to pick between you. I’m sorry, but I can’t choose. I don’t want you fighting for me either.”

The air in the room crackled like fire from the intense energy pouring off of their bodies. They smiled at each other before Ryley left the room, returning with two sets of handwraps and gloves.

Wrapping his hands, Ryley gazed at me and said, “Angel, I’m sorry, but there’s no other choice. Either you pick between us or we fight.”

Exasperated, I gazed at them wide-eyed with my mouth wide open. “You’re going to fight now?”

Camden took off his shirt and smacked his fists together. “Why not? You do want to know who gets to feel that sweet body of yours first, don’t you?”

“I do, but are you going to fight by the rules?” I asked.

Ryley tapped me on the chin with his gloved hand and winked. “We’re not in the ring tonight, baby. Tonight we aren’t fighting for money … we’re fighting for you. There are no rules.”

Ryley took my hand, leading me out the back door past the pool area, and Camden followed along beside me with his fists clenched at his sides. Just ahead there was a wide open garden with a white stone gazebo off to the side, surrounded by marble statues.

It reminded me of what I thought a garden in Roman times looked like; very medieval, but also kind of magical as the soft green grass shimmered in the moonlight from the dew.

Dropping his hand to the small of my back, Ryley gently pushed me up the steps of the gazebo and waltzed out to the middle of the garden with Camden. There were no rules tonight and that had me worried. I had never watched a fight with no rules, and if they weren’t careful one of them could get really hurt.

They circled around the garden with their fists in defense mode, glaring at each other, ready to fight. “All right, angel,” Ryley called. “This is how it’s going to go down. Either we fight until we say it’s over, or you call it for us. I’ll go ahead and tell you it won’t be good if you wait on us to call it.”

“Great,” I groaned sarcastically. “Not that that’s any pressure or anything.”

They both chuckled and shrugged their shoulders. “You had the choice, but you wanted it the hard way, sweetheart,” Camden chimed. “Now you have to live with watching us beat the shit out of each other. On your command, we fight.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and yelled, “Fight!”

I might as well get it over with, right? Almost immediately, they started in on each other with jabs and striking combinations. The sound of their fists hitting flesh made me cringe, but I still kept my gaze on them, hoping it would be over soon. Why didn’t I just pick one of them?