Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) by Marie York Read Free Book Online Page A

and dipped my head to the swell of her tits. I dragged my tongue down the beautiful mound, and shoved the bra out of my way. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and nibbled until it was a tight bud.
    “Tell me what you want,” I said, hauling my mouth away from the soft flesh of her tits and bringing my lips to the crook of her neck.
    “I want you,” she cried out.
    “How do you want me?” I growled against her ear. I cupped her tit, massaging it.
    “Any way I can get you,” she moaned.
    “You want my cock inside your tight little pussy?”
    I bit her nipple, and she screamed out. “Yes. Oh yes!”
    The elevator doors opened, and I carried her to my bedroom. I kicked the door open, and went right to my massive bed, dropping Mila in the middle. I ripped my clothes off as she discarded hers. I crawled on top of her, urging her legs apart with my knee. 
    She grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to her mouth. Her tongue swiped at my bottom lip, and then dipped inside. She was driving me fucking crazy. I had been with many women, but none of them were ever able to undo me the way Mila did.
    “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Please.”
    Her begging went right to my cock, making it rock solid. I cupped her face, wanting to see her as my cock slid into her. Her eyes were wild with lust, pleading with me to give her what she wanted. I didn’t waste another second. I thrust into her, hard and deep.
    She gasped, and her body arched into me. I held her close, as I pumped in and out of her. Her muscles tightened almost instantly, desperate for the release I denied her earlier. I found her swollen nub with my thumb and rubbed circles. A loud moan fell from her lips, and I bent down muffling the noise between our lips.
    Her hand latched onto my head, and she held my forehead to hers, as our motions synced and became one.
    “Come for me, baby.”
    She nodded and closed her eyes.
    “No, open your eyes,” I demanded. “I want you to know who is making you come.”
    “I know,” she murmured. “It’s only you.”
    “Good girl,” I said, grabbing her waist and flipping her until she straddled me. I sat on the edge of the bed, her legs securely locked around me. Our bodies were slick against each other, making it easy to continue our rhythm. “Now, come for me.”
    She rocked into me, her eyes boring into mine. Her nose twitched, and then her lip, until her whole body was convulsing against me. Her head fell against mine, and I reached up, knotting my fingers in her hair.
    “That’s right, baby,” I said, holding her while she rode out each delicious wave. When she fell limply against my chest, I stood up and pumped into her. She cried out, her nails digging into my back, as I delivered blow after blow. My balls tightened and, with one final thrust, I shot my seed deep inside her. 
     
     
     

Chapter 10
    Mila
    I had been with Knox almost every day since that day I almost killed Mackenzie. She still wasn’t speaking to me, even though she still expected me to do her laundry and wash her fucking dishes. Our apartment was small, but, with the tension between the two of us, it seemed even smaller. It got to the point that I was happy to see her leave. Once she did, I could relax. Then, Knox would come over and I’d get to just be me. Not Starr the stripper, or Mila the mom. I was just me, and it felt good. I almost forgot what it was like.
    Knox’s fight was two days away, and he was spending more time at the gym with his coach. He was training hard, and had put himself on a very strict diet. His self-discipline was honorable and something I respected. 
    The front door slammed shut, which meant Mackenzie had left for school. I peered out the blinds and made sure she got on the bus before making a second cup of coffee. There was a note on the counter, and I swiped it up. Post-it notes had become Mackenzie’s form of communication.
    I looked at the black ink on the small yellow piece of paper. Need tampons.
    God