Page 18 of Tico

I hesitate, not wanting to put her in harm’s way, and she crosses her arms across her chest as she cocks her eyebrow at me again.

“Who else are you going to be able to get on such short notice?”

I mentally run through the list, but to be honest, our queue of women fighters is extremely short. We only have Ice, Vixen, Regal, Scarlett, and Empress right now.

Ice is obviously out for the forceable future.

Vixen’s still recovering from bruised ribs from a fight two weeks ago.

Regal just had a fight last night so it’s too soon to put her in the ring again.

Scarlett is currently out of town for a different fight, though she should be on her way back by now.

And Empress… Well, I really don’t want to call her up unless I absolutely fucking have to. Her sudden rise up the ranks has gone to her head and she thinks she’s running the show when in fact it’s me running the show. She also has a wild hair up her ass that I’m going to choose her as my Ol’ Lady and that for fucking sure isnevergoing to happen. She may look sweet but she’s as fucking vile as they come.

I could always cancel the fight, but then I’d have to fork over some money and my bookies will have a fucking field day because of all the bets.

“Who’s she fighting against?” she asks.

Mierda(Shit)…Am I really going to do this? I hesitate but still answer her. “She was scheduled to fight Banshee.”

Ember lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “Won’t be a problem. I’ve fought her before.”

Sighing in defeat, I nod reluctantly. “Fine. What all do you need? Were you able to grab your gear before leaving?”

She nods in response and stands straighter. “I didn’t take my bag out of the trunk after the fight, so yeah, I have everything I need. I just need to grab it and head to the gym to warm up. ThenI need to see the videos you have to see if they’re the same ones we have and later grab something to eat. What time is the slot?”

“Her slot was the main event, so eleven.”

She nods again and turns to head upstairs, but I loop an arm around her waist, pulling her back toward me. Her hands land on my chest and her lips part in surprise as she looks up at me, her emerald eyes mirroring the same desire I’m feeling.

My lips crash down on hers and she moans as her body sinks further into mine. Grabbing her hips, I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. Taking a few steps, her back hits the wall and she hisses when I raise her so that her core is against my dick. Ember gasps when she feels me hard against her and I kiss down her jaw and neck.

“Fuck, Tico,” she whimpers as she rocks her hips against me.

“Let me feel you, Vicious. I want to see what you look like when you cum,” I say before latching onto the spot where her neck meets her shoulders and bite.

She shivers and her fingers hesitantly trace the tattoos on my neck. Something in her touch has me pulling back and it’s only then that I notice the hesitancy on her face.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this, Vicious?”

She looks up into my eyes, pulls her lower lip between her teeth and subtly shakes her head no. “No one. Those that tried before were met with my fists.”

Approval and pride runs through me at how she handled those assholes mixes with a fierce possessiveness. Something primal in me relishes in the fact that I’ll be the only man to touch her like this.

Because Ember Foxx is mine.

Gripping her ass, I pivot and set her down on the counter. Pulling her closer to the edge, I step in between her parted legs. My hands ghost along the hem of her shorts. She spreads her legs wider, and I hum in approval.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, Vicious?”

She whimpers and nods.

“I need the words, Ember.”

‘Yes, please, Tico,” she whispers as she closes her eyes and pulls me closer to her.

“Diego.”