Chapter 32

I finally havemy girl back in my arms.

And I told her about the reunion show.

While she said she wants to come with me, sadness lingers in her expression. It hadn’t been there when I woke up and found her staring at me. No, I put it there, by bringing up the damn show again. Worse, I practically guilted her into going.

“Molly, you really don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Fuck, that sounds hollow after I all but whined that I want her with me.

“I thought you wanted me by your side?” Hurt bleeds into her voice.

“I do. But I’m worried.” I roll my eyes. “Except for Venom, Woolly, and Bear Trap, and maybe Hammer Fists and Thunder, the rest of the guys are real assholes. Immature, sloppy drunks and dirty fighters.”

Her lips purse into a thoughtful pout. “Maybe that’s the role the show ‘assigned’ them?”

I consider that for a second. She’s sweet for suggesting it as a possibility. “Nah, it’s probably why the show recruited them. Trust me, none of them were good enough actors.”

She chuckles. “Well, I only watched until…you know, the episode?—”

“Baby, I am so?—”

“Do not apologize again.” Her fierce, scolding tone is way hotter than it should be.

“Yes, ma’am,” I tease.

“I’m serious.” Her expression turns thoughtful. “But they really did want to stick everyone in a certain box.” She holds her hands up and forms a square with her fingers. “Even the ring girls.” She wrinkles her nose as if it bothers her to defend any of them. “Since they were filming, what, twenty-four hours a day, I guess they had lots of time to cherry-pick their footage.”

“They definitely orchestrated certain events. There was no script or anything, but they’d set things up and sort of push us into situations, then run in with the cameras to catch the reactions. They’d even arrange us a certain way to make it look real.” Finally, I’m able share all of my experiences from the show with someone.

The last someone I thought would ever want to hear these stories.

But Molly listens intently to every word. I haven’t felt comfortable talking about this stuff with anyone else. The show is such a sore subject with Remy and the guys, I’ve rarely mentioned it. I didn’t realize how much I’d stored away until everything starts pouring out of me like a faucet I can’t turn off. Molly’s right here with me. She laughs, sympathizes, or offers her thoughtful commentary but mostly she lets me purge it all from my system.

When I finally wind down, she rests her hand on my chest. “And they said you were the taciturn, shy fighter.”

I lift a questioning eyebrow. “Taciturn?”

“Someone who’s reserved and doesn’t say a lot.”

“I guess that’s better than the belligerent blockhead they used to describe that guy Bull.” I tilt my head. “Although, honestly, that one was true.”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, Darcy mentioned you knocked him out once.”

“I’m sorry you still had people telling you about it.” I swallow hard. “I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you.”

A little furrow forms between her brows. “I want to hear everything from you. Every story you want to share.” She flicks her gaze down. “I’m sorry I stopped being your weekly phone call.”

I brush my finger under her chin, tipping her head back. “Uh, under the circumstances, I don’t blame you one bit.” I narrow my eyes, thinking it over. “I still really don’t understand why they did it. We weren’t supposed to talk about the show on our calls. Would they really expect you to keep calling if you thought I cheated?”

“Sounds like maybe they should have had a script.”

I huff a sound of agreement. “I think they lost the plot when they added the girls into the mix.”

“I like how you, Venom, and Woolly seemed to stick together. At least that was real.” She lifts her eyebrows as if she’s asking for confirmation.

“I think it was. I feel shitty saying this, but I could never fully trust them. A lot of times Venom was probably trying to give me helpful advice. But in the back of my mind I was always wondering if he was sharpening a knife to jab between my shoulder blades.”

“Because they wanted you to turn on each other.” She rolls her eyes. “Better ratings.”

“Probably.”

“I hope I’ll get to meet them at the reunion. And Bear Trap. He seemed funny.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and rumble with laughter. “Jesus Christ, you know what helpful advice he gave me before getting in the cage for the last fight? To keep my fingers out of Naptime’s butt hole.” I pull a disgusted face.

She bursts into giggles. “That’s priceless.”

“It certainly gave me something else to think about besides how nervous I was.” Maybe that had been his intention. “I kinda miss those guys.”

“Well, have you tried reaching out?”

“Yeah, Woolly started this group text for four or five of us from the show. We’ve been going back and forth about the reunion and what to expect. I talked to Venom once. Talked to Woolly too. Bear Trap texts me outside of the group chat.”

“Well, hopefully you guys can hang out at the reunion.”

I love her for saying that, but my first priority will be watching over her, not socializing.

“Thank you for listening. I haven’t really been able to talk about it with anyone here. And not only because of the show’s restrictions.”

She tilts her head. “Not even Remy? I thought you two talk about everything?”

I slant a look at her. “Not everything. But he was so pissed at me, I don’t like bringing it up so he can remind me of how stupid I am for doing it in the first place.”

She sighs. “He was worried about you too.”

“I know.”

She strokes her fingers through my hair. “What do you want to do today?”

I make a big show of looking around the bedroom. “Uh, this. Spend time with you. Talk to you. Just be with you.” Before you leave me again tomorrow. “I meant what I said. I missed you.”

Her eyes shine with emotion. No. No. No. I didn’t want to make her cry.

“Actually, you know what we should do today?” I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “Go find that full-length mirror.”

She giggles and rolls away, taking the covers with her.

I sit up. “Where are you going?”

“Upstairs to get dressed so we can go shopping.”

I lunge off the bed, hug her around the waist and toss her back onto the mattress. “You like that idea, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, then over my shoulder and down my arm. “Loved seeing your strong arms around me.” She rubs the tip of her finger right between my eyes. “Love the serious face you make when you’re concentrating on making me come.”

“I take my work seriously. I want to make giving Molly orgasms my new full-time job.”

She shakes with laughter. “You do excel at it.”

The covers are bunched around us, obstructing my view. I untangle myself, then peel the sheet down to reveal her body. Her smooth skin seems to glow in the early morning light, begging my fingers to explore every inch. “Love you sleeping naked next to me.” I cup her breast, kneading softly, admiring her pretty pink nipples, hard and pointing at my mouth. “Look how perfectly you fit in my hands.” I dip down to suck one tight bud between my lips, swirling my tongue around the hard peak.

“Oh, shit.” Her back arches. “You do have big hands.”

All my blood rushes to my groin. I smile against her breast, then move to the other one. “All the better to hold you with.”

I slide lower in the bed, kissing and tasting. Her stomach quivers beneath my tongue as I feather kisses around her belly button and keep moving lower and lower until I arrive at my destination.

I flick my gaze up and meet her eyes. She licks her bottom lip as if the anticipation’s killing her as much as it’s killing me. I rake my fingers over her dark curls, inhaling her scent, and slowly edge my thumb toward her clit. She lets out a shuddery gasp and spreads her legs a little wider.

It’s a gift that she’s so uninhibited with me. No longer shy. Her confidence keeps growing every time I touch and kiss her. She trusts me with her body. Knows I want to give more pleasure than I take.

I trail kisses from her knees to the crease of her hips. She’s panting with desire by the time I bury my tongue in her. She opens wider and tilts her hips, offering herself. I slide my tongue to her clit, teasing with light flicks until she trembles and gasps my name. Her little moans and shudders increase as I keep licking then finally suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh!” She lifts off the mattress, curling her body forward. I hold her gaze and slide two fingers through her wetness and slip them inside her. Her thighs tremble and she rocks herself against my face. I move my tongue up and down, bury my fingers and curl them, seeking the spot that makes her go crazy. There it is. Tension seizes her muscles. She clenches tight, squeezing my fingers. Arching her back, she unleashes a long husky moan I feel in my balls. I flatten my tongue and give her long, slow licks, easing her down.

I slide my fingers free, wet and glistening. Placing one more kiss over her clit, I tear myself away from her long enough to grab one of the condoms. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she watches me smooth it on. I kiss my way up her body and settle over her. Mouths inches apart, we stare into each other’s eyes. She presses her palm to my cheek. “That was…so amazing.”

“Good.” I touch my lips to hers and she opens, kissing me hot and deep, like she can’t get enough. Crazed with the need to bury myself in her I pull back. “Do that thing where you wrap your legs around me.”

She lifts her hips and presses her knees to my sides. “Like this?”

I groan and tease my cock through her wetness. “You’re so fucking wet. I love you coming on my face.”

She blushes but maintains eye contact. “I was afraid I’d break your nose.” She bumps her hips up to demonstrate why.

“You’re not going to hurt me.” I tap my nose to hers. “It’s hot when you’re so out of control you’re grinding all over me.”

She blushes even pinker.

I stop torturing us both and thrust hard until I’m buried deep. Last night I managed to go slow. Give her time to adjust. This morning I’m so desperate for her, I can’t think straight. She lets out a squeak of surprise then smiles up at me. I hold still, savoring how good she feels wrapped around my cock. My lips find her mouth again; she opens her mouth and sweeps her tongue against mine, wild and insistent.

I groan and withdraw. Thrust hard. Over and over, establishing a rhythm that pulls the sexiest noises from her throat.

After a few minutes, I squeeze her hips and roll us to the side, urging her on top of me.

“Oh!” She braces her hand against my chest and lifts herself.

“Ride me.” Too impatient to wait for her to orient herself, I grip her hips, moving her back and forth. “Just like that.”

She leans back, resting her hands on my thighs and slowly rolls her hips, finding her own rhythm.

“Ah, fuck that’s sexy.” I lick the pad of my thumb and bring it to her clit, slowly rubbing in time with her movements.

“Ohhh.” Eyes closed, her head falls back and she moves a little faster, chasing release.

I raise myself on one elbow for a better view of my cock disappearing then reappearing, in and out of her.

“Griff?” Her nails dig into my thighs. Her movements turn frantic and harder. “I’m…you feel so good.”

“Keep going.” I clench my jaw, trying to hold back.

She lets out a low, satisfied moan and slows her frantic pace. Her body spasms and contracts around me. I seize the moment before she’s finished, wrap my hands around her waist and hold her down while I pound up into her.

Her moaning continues and she curls her hands around my wrists. My orgasm slams into me, squeezing my balls. Stars fill my vision and heat shoots down my spine. I groan through my release, holding her tight.

She keeps slowly rocking up and down, milking every last drop from me.

“Come here.” I lift her off of me and she falls down by my side, curls her body around my arm and twines her fingers with mine. My racing heart slows to normal and I turn to see her face.

“We should do that every morning,” she says.

“No arguments here.” I flop my free hand onto my chest.

She nuzzles closer, kissing my neck and along my jaw. “I want to wake up with you inside of me tomorrow,” she whispers in my ear.

My cock twitches.

“Or, if I’m up first, I want to wake you up with my mouth on your cock.” She teases her tongue at the sensitive spot below my ear.

My cock jerks again.

“What have I done to you, Muffin?” I turn and grin at her. “My shy little virgin is now full of fantastic ideas.”

Her face falls.

I quickly cup her cheek before she gets the wrong idea. “I fucking love everything you just said.” I kiss her hard. “Everything.”

I glance at the soggy condom. “Let me go take care of that. Then, when I come back, you’re going to tell me every other naughty idea running around your brilliant mind.”

Her lips curl into a sly smile. “That might take a while.”