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A breath escapes me, and I place a hand on his chest to push him back. “Then you better hurry up, because I’m fucking close.”
And with that, we’re back to a good, dirty fuck. The sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping takes over the space as he fucks me, and I do everything I can to keep from blowing right here and now.
“Fuck,” Ty grunts as I feel him tense, and thank god because I can’t fucking hold out any longer.
Tingles spread through my body as I watch Ty come, and as he groans through his release, mine rushes to the surface as well.
As Ty fills my ass, I finally drop my hand to my cock. And after a couple strokes, I’m shooting ropes of cum over my abs. Ty pushes himself back, slipping out of me as he runs his fingers through my cum. And when he pushes his fingers into my ass, I feel like I’m coming all over again.
“Jesus Christ,” I murmur as I roll my head back, riding out the last of the intense wave of pleasure from his fingers rubbing over my prostate.
And when he lies down beside me, both of us breathless and staring at the ceiling, he surprises me yet again.
“How’s that for a comeback?”
I’m jolted awake by the shrill sound of a beeping alarm and frantically reach for my phone to shut it the fuck up. It’s Saturday. And as I glance at the phone screen, I’m now even more pissed off. It’s 6:30 AM on a Saturday.
The space beside me in bed is empty, so I throw the blankets back and whip open the bedroom door to glare at Ty,as he peacefully sits on the couch, drinking coffee and looking lost to his thoughts.
“You set my fucking alarm?”
He just nods at me. “Yeah.”
I continue to stare him down as he just gazes back at me, unfazed.
“You said bright and early.” He casually takes a drink of his coffee, and I try not to launch myself at him with fists of fury.
With a large sigh and a mean side-eye, I make my way into the kitchen. “I see the fun police have rolled back into town.” I grab a mug and pour myself some coffee. “Couldn’t even pick a good song to wake up to,” I mutter.
“I want to start with body sparring,” Ty says, turning to look at me. “Then–”
“Dude.” I hold up a hand and shake my head, closing my eyes. “It’s 6 fucking AM after a night of having my ass handed to me in multiple ways, then brutally thrust awake from a peaceful slumber. Give me a fucking moment.”
His jaw clenches as he watches me take a slow, delicious sip of my coffee, and I let the warm nectar of the gods heal my beaten ass and tired soul.
I sit beside him on the couch and smile. “Oh hey. Good morning. I slept very well, thank you for asking. And aw, so sweet. It’s so nice waking up next to you as well.”
Ty glares at me. “You’re the one that came in here with an attitude.”
I scoff. “And why is that? Whatever happened to a gentle wake-up kiss or snuggle?”
His brow furrows, like he can’t believe I just said that. “The fuck?”
“Yeah, the fuck is right.” I nod. “Like I said, Ty, I have needs. We’ll work on your snuggle game.” I lift my mug to take a drink but stop as an amazing realization pops into my head and I reach out to smack Ty’s chest. “Oh my god. This can be our Rocky moment. How did I not see this? All this time, I have been training you. Ty, the hard-ass bad boy, in a relationship, learning how to love and snuggle–”
“Drink your fucking coffee and let’s go.” Ty shoves my hand off his chest and stands up, heading into the kitchen.
I chuckle as I watch him go, but then I get up to follow him.
As he sets his mug in the sink, I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and rest my chin on his shoulder. “Ass beatings and alarms aside… I love you.”
He stills for a moment before he turns in my arms, looking into my eyes with a soft nod. “Love you, too.”
“But we’re still going to work on the snuggles.” I nod and Ty rolls his eyes, pushing me back. I tap his cheek with a laugh. “Come on, stop messing around. We’re late and have some serious work to do.”
SEVEN
With every step I take towards the boxing ring, the energy inside me builds. And as it flows through me, crackling and igniting my senses, a familiar urge rises. One that brings the usual anticipation and excitement to strap on my gloves and work through a drill or spar, to plan and anticipate, develop my skill, and push my limits. To feel the thrill of taking a hit, knowing that I can easily return it and move the fight in the direction I want it to go.
