Fighting Lust: A Deadly Sins Novel by Jennifer Miller Read Free Book Online Page B

him. He’s lost steam and winces in pain – maybe his nose is broken too. The shot to his knee takes away some of his aggressive take down attempts, which only helps me reach my goal.
    Breaking through the adrenaline pumping through my body, my team’s cries reach my ears. “Be smart! You’ve got this!” Jax yells.
    “You’ve got this. You’ve fucking got this, King,” Coach yells. “Steady now!”
    Trying to maintain a little bit of distance, yet at the same time maintain contact with my blows, I move around the octagon hoping that the bell will sound soon because I know I’ve won this round and I’m ready for this shit to be over.
    When the bell rings, Zach throws his hands up in the air like he thinks he’s won and I laugh out loud at the sight. Heading to my corner, Jax mutters, “Dream on mother fucker,” to Zach and takes my hand and raises it over my head for me, boldly declaring his opinion of the outcome.
    Waiting for the judges to confirm, Jax goes to town on my eye again, and Dylan, Cole, Zane, Levi and Tyson appear behind Jax and Gil. “Fuck dude, your eye is swelling up good,” Cole tells me when he gets a good look at my face.
    “It’s a good look for Playboy here. Or should we start calling him pretty boy?” Levi says and Zane pushes him off the side of the octagon making me chuckle.
    Finally the judge’s scorecards are as I thought they would be. 29-28, 29-28, 29-28. A win by unanimous decision. “And that’s it folks, the judges have decided. Winner by unanimous decision is Ryderrrrr ‘Playboy’ Kingggggg,” the announcer bellows and the place around us erupts.
    Throwing up my arms in victory, I do a lap around the octagon and encourage the cheering. The guys all come inside the octagon and cheer excitedly, pat me on the back, and offer their congratulations. All the while, in between my celebrating, Jax keeps working on the bleeding. Considering the look on his face, it’s going to require just a bit more than what he has to offer, first aid-wise.
    Hands slide around my waist and startled I turn around to find a scantily clad blonde grinning ear to ear and clinging to me. “Congratulations, Playboy. How about I help you celebrate?”
    Grinning widely, I lean down to whisper in her ear, but am jerked back hard, making me curse. “Sorry, darlin’ he’s not available right now. He’s due for his post-fight concussion check. It’s protocol,” Jax tells her.
    She sticks her big lip out in a pout and I’m surprised when I feel her hand at the waist of my shorts. She tucks something inside and gives me a wink, “Call me,” she instructs, making it clear I am now the owner of her phone number. As I watch her fine ass walk away, I consider myself lucky to have obtained it.
    “Alright, come on,” Coach pushes me in the direction of Jax and I grin at him while he shakes his head at me.
    On our way to the back locker rooms, Jax continues to dab at my head with a cloth between several interruptions along the way – I must greet my fans and accept their congratulations – it just wouldn’t be right not to do that. I give him looks of exasperation and he just stares back at me in challenge. “Get changed quickly,” he tells me as we enter the room. “I want you to get to the hospital immediately.”
    “I don’t need a hospital. Just have them check me for a concussion, I’ll put a bandage on and be fine.” I gesture to the fight doctor.
    “Nope, not happening. You’re skin is laid out. You’re going to need stitches.”
    “No fucking way. I’m not spending all night in the emergency room to get two stitches. Put a bandage on it and stop being a little bitch about it,” I snap at Jax, aware however of the ever increasing throbbing in my head.
    Cole walks up and gestures for Jax to move the towel aside, “I’ll take him,” he says. Before I can protest he shakes his head, “Dude, it’s bad. You know we wouldn’t push it if it weren’t. You’ll bleed through a