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GRAYSON
I was so fuckingon edge.
Orgasm denial was grand, but not when it involved my own denied release. I only had myself to blame for that, though. I had no doubt Sloane would’ve let me slide right into her tight body and fuck her into oblivion. And now that I knew what she felt like when she came? I was a fucking desperate man to feel that squeeze on my cock.
“Are you ready?”
I blinked at Finnan, who had his arms hanging over the top rope of the sparring ring. I stood up, re-adjusting my semi-hard cock in my shorts. Hauling myself up the stairs, I ducked under the rope as Finnan held it for me and stepped onto the canvas. The floor was springy as I jumped up and down a few times to get the blood to move from my cock to other parts of my body.
If only I could forget the way she tasted.
If only I could stop hearing those desperate little mewls she made down low in her throat as she came.
If only I could stop myself from going back for more.
I’d told her that she was playing a dangerous game, but I was the one who needed the warning. I was the one who knew the rules, knew the consequences, but decided to play anyway.
Finnan brought up his gloved hands, holding them out to me to touch. The leather of our gloves had barely brushed before I was swinging, landing a jab to Finnan’s face. His head snapped back, and when he looked at me again, there was a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth. He darted his tongue out and licked it away before fixing me with a maniacal glare.
“You’re out for blood today, Kent? I’ll be more than happy to oblige.”
I grinned at him, daring him to strike. He did, catching me on the side of the ribs before landing an uppercut to my solar plexus. Air became scarce as I doubled over, but I did not risk taking my eyes off Finnan, who had retreated a few steps.
“I know why I’m wound up, but why are you?” he asked, bouncing on his toes. “Got a problem pussy?”
Fuck. I couldn’t tell him the truth, but a lie would serve me just as well. With a grunt, I acknowledged his assumption. “Rhapsody is getting a little too familiar.”
“Rhapsody,” he repeated with a smile. “She’s a kinky little cunt. Need Mary to straighten her out?”
I waved away his suggestion with my gloved hand. “No, I can handle it.” Moving forward, I engaged him again, our upper bodies locking, heads together. Our breathing turned ragged as punches were exchanged, the cinch only breaking when Finnan managed to wiggle out from my lock.
We circled each other for a few more seconds, trading quick jabs that had no power behind them. Until I clicked Finnan on his shoulder, spinning him off balance and throwing him against the ropes. When he straightened, anger flashed in his green eyes. I’d wordlessly thrown down the gauntlet, and he’d picked it up. Shrugging his shoulders, he came at me again.
I took punches to my stomach, jaw, and cheek but also managed to land a few hits of my own. After another ten minutes of sparring, sweat was pouring off both of us.
Finnan held up his gloved hand and said, “Enough. We have to get to work.”
Ripping the Velcro loose from around my wrists, I pulled off my gloves, dropping them to the canvas.
Finnan flicked sweat from his forehead. “There’s been another hijacking.”
My brows rose. “Another?”
He grunted. “The first shipment from Kavanaugh was supposed to come through last night. The fucking container was empty after we cleared the furniture that had been stacked in front of it.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Finnan got out of the ring, and after I scooped up my gloves, I followed.
“What does our guy at the port have to say?”
“He said the container wasn’t left unattendedat all.”
“Clearly, he’s lying if the shit is missing.”
“Maybe. The ship refueled in Dublin before coming here, though.”
Taking off my hand wraps, I balled them together and dropped them into my awaiting sports bag. “You think the guns were stolen before they’d even arrived in Galway Port?”
