Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
That’s when I realized he was peacocking for me. The entire fight had been nothing more than my lover proving himself to me, and his message was clear: I just smashed that guy’s face for you. Just like you asked.
For a moment, I thought I might be sick. With no more thought than ordering from a takeout menu, I’d just ordered a man knocked unconscious with a brutal knee to the face. And what’s worse, I got my wish.
Kage left the octagon with no fanfare or theatrics. This was a private show, not one of the pay-per-view extravaganzas I was used to watching. I sat quietly, studying the injured fighter as he got to his feet, sensing the crowd moving out of the seats and away from me. Then Aldo was standing beside me, pulling something from inside his jacket, and handing me a sealed envelope with my name scrawled across the front in a messy hand.
Did Kage write this? After all we’d done, I still didn’t know what his handwriting looked like.
I tore open the very end, careful not to damage the writing. Inside was a sheet of notebook paper with one sentence written on it.
“That ass is mine.”
With my heart pounding like a war drum, I reached into the envelope and pulled out the key card to Kage’s apartment.
Aldo waited beside me, looking respectfully away as I read my message. When I stood up, he led me back to the Land Rover without a word and drove me home, with Aaron riding shotgun as always. This time I barely noticed the opera music. I was too busy fretting over what was about to happen when Kage came home.
20
I THINK I can safely say I’d never experienced true anticipation before that night. Time was a taunting beast in the room with me as I sat naked on Kage’s sectional.
Had I ever been so naked in my entire life?
My skin was hyper-sensitive to the velvety feel of the sofa’s upholstery. In fact, I was hyper-sensitive to everything. The light, which I’d intentionally kept low, still seemed too bright. The air felt much cooler than normal, causing me to shiver a little. And the subtle sounds of Kage’s empty apartment that normally went undetected were unnaturally loud. In the kitchen, the ice maker churned out a few pieces of filtered ice. The Xbox hummed from its shelf in the media cabinet. Once I thought I may have heard the elevator making its way to the penthouse floor, and that little tease in particular was tough to handle.
After an hour of waiting, my nerves were shot. How long would I have to wait? What would he do to me when he got there? Did he have a key card, or had he given me his only one? What if someone else came to the door, and I answered it in my birthday suit? Because I didn’t dare answer it any other way. Didn’t want there to be any question about whether or not I wanted Kage. I was ready.
By the time I finally heard the elevator arrive for real, my hands were a little shaky. I thought I would pass out listening to his footsteps approach the door and stop in front of it. I waited for a knock, but instead I heard a card slide through the electronic lock. It clicked, and the door swung open.
Kage strode in wearing his faded red t-shirt, and a pair of threadbare jeans that hung low enough to reveal his boxers. His hair was still knotted at the top of his head, though a few strands had worked their way loose. Without a word, he stepped out of his shoes at the door, pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. The jeans came next. He worked the sexy button fly with nimble fingers as he approached.
He came to a stop directly in front of me where I sat on the sofa, and I looked up at him, waiting.
“Open your mouth,” he said, pushing his pants to his hips and bringing out his cock. It was already hard, the head swollen and flushed.
I did as he said. Opened my mouth wide, anticipating the taste of his cock— a taste I had already memorized by heart. My own dick waxed and waned through varying degrees of hardness since I’d received his note. Hell, since before that if I was honest. When I really thought about it, it seemed it had been that way since I’d gotten my first glimpse of Michael Kage.
He bent over the sofa, grasping the back with one hand and leaning on it for support, and fed his cock impatiently into my waiting mouth. He wasn’t gentle. He shoved it down my throat until I choked and pulled back, only to shove it in again just as hard.