Chapter 56

A slow,throbbing pleasure wakes me the morning after Griff’s win.

Griff’s hard body firm against my back.

One of his arms stretched over my head, the other draped over my hip, his fingers lazily drawing circles between my legs.

I gasp and stretch, shuddering.

“Morning, Muffin.” His tone low and gravelly from sleep.

“Good morning,” I whisper on a shaky exhale. “That feels so good.”

His lips graze my shoulder, sending tingles of pleasure sparking over my skin. “I wanted to wake you with an orgasm.”

“I…I think I am. Keep doing that. Please.”

A little over twelve hours ago, I watched him beat another man unconscious in the ring. Witnessed the raw power his hands and body contain. The damage he can do to an opponent.

And this morning, those same rough fingers feather gentle and reverent strokes against my most sensitive skin.

My whole body shudders again.

“Lift your leg. I don’t want to take my hand off you.” Griff kisses behind my ear.

“Please don’t. Don’t stop.” I raise my leg, bringing it forward, trying to present myself at the right angle to give him access.

He pushes his hips forward, his cock sliding against the slickness of my thighs.

“You’re so wet.” He groans and nips my earlobe.

His hips thrust again and again. Each slide of him pushing me higher but not giving us quite what we both need.

After several attempts, he groans in my ear. “Help your man out.”

I lift my leg higher and reach down, guiding him inside me.

“Fuck.” For a second, his fingers stop moving as he pushes in as far as he can go. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

We stay like that for a while. Griff slides his free arm under my body, holding me close while his fingers lazily tease my clit and he leisurely thrusts into me. A slow, exquisite torture.

Waves of euphoria build and build, pulsing through my body in an endless loop.

He kneads my breasts, his rough fingers teasing my nipples. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” He jerks his hips against me several times to punctuate his appreciation. “So fucking good.”

I reach down, covering his hand with mine, pressing him against me. “I…I…it feels like I haven’t stopped coming since you, ah…” I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Since I what?” He thrusts harder. “Buried my cock in you?” He half laughs, half groans.

“Yes.”

He slips his hand from between my legs and slides his palm to my lower abdomen, gently pressing. His slow thrusting quickens, driving deeper each time.

A deep, shivery sensation builds as he presses on my lower belly and his cock continues, stroking the same spot inside me over and over.

“Griff,” I whisper urgently. “I…” Pressure builds, my entire lower body on the verge of exploding. So intense a bit of fear hovers at the edge.

“Relax,” he rasps. “Just let go. Let me have it.”

The tension bursts, a wall of blinding pleasure showering over me.

“Yes, that’s my good girl,” he praises in a low, raspy hum. “You’re drowning my cock.” He kisses my temple. “Keeping coming for me.”

“I…” My breath stutters.

When I’m limp and panting, he squeezes my hip and rolls to the side.

“No.” I whimper at the loss of his warmth against my skin.

“Don’t worry.” He nudges me onto my back and hooks his arms behind my knees, spreading me wide and driving deep inside again.

I’m so wet, still trembling from my orgasm, that I let out a long, satisfied sigh as we reunite. Exquisite agony twists his handsome face as he thrusts harder. He lifts and tilts my hips, easily manipulating my body the way he wants, pleasuring me from every angle possible.

“You’re gorgeous.” His gaze slides from my face down to where we’re joined.

We’d spent a lot of time in this bed in the days leading up to the fight. But this morning, he’s wild, a man possessed, like he’s determined to wring a lifetime of orgasms from my body or bury himself so deep inside me, we’ll never be apart again.

“Fuck.” His body jolts. His hands dig into my hips. “Molly.” He gasps and drapes his body over mine, still slowly grinding his pelvis against me. His mouth finds mine, kissing deeply as he finds release.

Through panting breaths and pounding heartbeats, we kiss, rub noses, and finally he rests his sweaty forehead against mine. “Thank you.”

He collapses on the mattress next to me and I rest my head on his stone-hard chest. So solid and firm everywhere after weeks and weeks of relentless training. My fingers absently trace ridges of muscle, stopping when I realize the faint reddish-purple marks on his skin aren’t from our love session. I yank my hand away, afraid I’ll cause him pain.

“Are you okay?”

He lifts his head, staring at where my hand’s hovering over him. Slowly, he probes the bruise. He sucks in a sharp breath, then cups my cheek, drawing closer.

His lips find mine. “I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

“It wasn’t luck, Griff. It was your skill.”

“I’m not talking about the fight.” He brushes a lock of hair off my cheek. “I’m talking about waking up with you. Not just the sex—although, that was fucking amazing. And I definitely want to start every day like that.”

“I don’t know if I can handle it.” I press one hand between my legs. “I’m still all tingly and fluttery down there.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, pure satisfaction spreading over his expression. “That feels like a bigger achievement than winning any fight, you know that?”

I tickle my fingers over his pecs. “Do you want me to have a belt made up for you? We can call it the World’s Longest Orgasm Giver, or WLOG belt for short.”

He shakes with laughter for a few seconds, then wipes the smile off his face. “No, because I’d never let anyone challenge me for that title.” He taps his finger against my nose. “We do have the results of our scientific experiment to discuss, though.”

I press my lips tight and pretend to be serious. “It was successful.”

He dips his chin in agreement. “That’s how fighter superstitions are born.” Griff teases his lips along my jaw and down to my neck. “We had lots of sex leading up to the fight and I won—won easily and with little damage, I might add.”

Uncontrollable giggles shake my body. “I think I know where this is headed.”

“Yes, so now it’s been established, we have to have a lot of sex before every single one of my fights. Otherwise, I’ll lose.” He shrugs like he’s completely helpless. “Those are the rules.”

“Every single one of my fights.”

Does that mean there will be more?

How many more?

Not now. Not today.

“I’ll agree to those terms, Mr. Royal.”

Thankfully, he’s closed his eyes and laid back against his pillow, so he can’t see the anxiety slowly chipping away at my joy.

I rest my head on his shoulder and kiss along his jaw.

“With little damage.”

This time.

“Baby, I know I promised that if I won, I’d take you out so we could see Vegas.” He yawns wide without opening his eyes. “But will you be mad if we just do this for a day or two? Laze around in bed? I’m exhausted. The training…the fight…all the stupid press stuff. My brain and body are completely fried.”

Griff, who hates showing any sign of weakness, admitting that he needs rest, stuns me into silence for a moment.

“Anything you want.” I rub my hand over his chest, but I think he’s already fallen asleep again. “Today’s your day.”