Page 31 of Undefeated

“Is your head thmooth?” I asked.

I have no idea why I asked that.

He dropped the bone onto the plate and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Is my head smooth?” he chuckled, “smooth as butter. You wanna touch it, don’t ya?”

My head bobbed up and down.

“Well, get over here. And don’t be dripping that cold ice pack on me when you’re fingering my head,” he laughed.

I stood up and walked beside the chair he was sitting in. I stood and stared at his smooth head.

“Well, I can’t put my head in your hand, Shorty. You’re just going to have to reach over here and rub it. Take that ice pack off of your lips and let me see them,” he said softly.

I pulled the ice pack from my mouth and smiled. He shook his head and chuckled.

“Well, I’ve seen a lot worse. You’ll heal up just fine, you hear me?” he said as he leaned my direction.

I nodded my head. Slowly, I reached toward his head with my left hand. As I did, he raised his head closer to my hand.

I touched it with my fingers. It felt soft and smooth, like my legs after I shave them. No stubble whatsoever.

“Don’t get any wild ideas. I know it feels nice, but you look really good with that long blonde hair. Now go sit down before Dekkar comes out here and whips my ass again,” he laughed.

“Again?” I asked.

“Yeah, again. He didn’t tell you?” he asked.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and turned his direction, “Nope.”

“Well, it’s how we met. Crazy fucker rode his bike here from Compton. Got off of it, put on a set of gloves, and stepped into the ring. I stepped in with him. Biggest god damned mistake of my career. He’s got the fastest hands I’ve ever seen. Powerful too. You wouldn’t know it. Hell, he wears that fuckin’ hoodie everywhere, covering up his body. He’s probably the meanest son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met. Anyway, maybe thirty seconds into the fight he hit me three times before I even knew it. Knocked me out cold. First time I’ve ever been on the mat,” he picked up another piece of chicken and took a bite as he nodded his head once.

I thought about Shane fighting him. I imagined Shane knocking him out. I remembered how big Ripp was as he stood in the yard with his shirt off. I started to get uncomfortably warm. My groin started to ache. I wanted Shane, and I wanted him bad. Josh and I had not had sex in almost three years. I desperately needed a man. I began to imagine Shane kissing me and undressing me as he did. Oh God. I crossed my legs.

Bad idea.

I looked at Ripp as he pulled the meat from a chicken bone. I uncrossed my legs. Oh God, I’m soaked. Thinking of Shane got me really excited. I needed to go to the bathroom. As I pulled the icepack from my mouth, Shane walked out onto the deck.

“Ripp, I decided to let you do this. You’re right, I want the girl. If it comes up again, or if he shows his face a second time, he’s mine. Deal?” he asked.

Swoon.

I felt flush.

I want the girl.

“Deal,” Ripp said as he dropped the last bone onto the plate.

I stood up, set the ice pack on the lounge, and reached up toward Shane’s face with both hands. As I stood on my tip-toes, he leaned down and looked at me through his hood. I flipped the hood off of his head with my right hand. As it fell onto his shoulder, he slowly smiled.

“Kith me,” I said as I stretched my face toward his.

My swollen lips met his, and he reached around me and picked me up. I felt his tongue against mine. I closed my eyes. I haven’t been kissed in years, and I have never been kissed like this. Shane was right; everything he does, he does extremely well. As my feet dangled a foot above the floor of the deck, I felt warmth inside of me that I had never felt. It was at that point I knew.

Shane Dekkar would always protect me.

RIPP. Laws are set in place as a set of rules and regulations to protect people that do not or are not breaking the rules and regulations form the few that do. It really doesn’t matter where you live or what you believe in, for the most part all countries have the same rules to provide the same protection.