Part 43 (1/2)

Concern wrinkled her face. Worry clouded her pretty eyes. She could tell I was losing, and about to give up.

No. f.u.c.k that. I couldn't let her keep looking at me that way. I couldn't let her see me fall. Not like this.

Parker had fought tooth and claw for me, and now I had to do the same for her.

Tutera, noticing I'd lifted my head, got in a good hit to my cheek. This time, I didn't even feel it. Seeing Parker had given me the adrenaline rush I needed to get my second wind, and with all the force I had in me, I launched myself at Tutera and wrapped my arms around him, dragging him to the ground.

Off-balance, he fell and landed hard on his side. It was easier to deal with him when he wasn't swinging at me, and as he turned to get up on his knees, I jumped on his back and pulled him back down. I had him on top of me on his back, and sliding across the mat in my own blood, I used it to my advantage to get one of my legs over his face.

Tutera grabbed at me, but in a second, I had my other leg across his chest and under his arms. Then my fingers were around his wrist, pulling his arm hard toward me, my ankles locked, and I had no intention of letting go.

The crowd around us went berserk. I pulled hard on Tutera's arm, bending it back in an arm-bar I knew had to hurt. Even as c.o.ked up as he was, there was no way Tutera could ignore this agony. Arm-bars hurt like a b.i.t.c.h no matter what you were on. I could tell by his snarling and struggling that he was feeling it.

Good. Payback's a b.i.t.c.h, ain't it, kid?

I held onto him tight while he bucked, trying to push me off him, but there was no point. I had his arm locked good and tight, and the more he flailed, the more pain he caused himself. Bending backward, I yanked, feeling his joint strain. Tutera froze, his whole body contracting in a spasm of excruciating misery, then with his free hand, pounded the mat. The ref came to our sides and knelt down.

”Tap out, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” I gritted. ”It's over. I got you.”

Before the ref could call it, I gave another hard yank and Tutera pounded the mat again, grabbing for the referee. He blew his whistle and I let go, Tutera rolling onto his side to cradle his nearly broken arm.

I lay there on my back as I heard those sweet syllables I never thought I'd hear again.

”Killer Kellan wins!”

Holy s.h.i.+t. I laughed, covering my face with my hands as the world exploded into chaos around me. Lights flashed, people cheered, and above it all, I could hear them chanting: Killer! Killer! Killer! Killer!

When I let my hands drop, the ref was offering me his hand. I let him help me to my feet and leaned on him bodily, raising one fist in the air the same way Parker had when I'd seen her watching me. Everyone else in the room faded away until there was just her face again, smiling broadly, cheering, her lips moving in a way that let me read them. Out of everyone gathered around me, she was the only one who was actually calling me by name. Kellan! Kellan! Kellan! Kellan!

And then, shaking her head, tears sparkling in her eyes, she screamed something else: I love you!

Warmth blossomed inside my chest, nullifying all the pain I'd been keeping there. I couldn't wait for the winner's room to be with her. I had to have Parker in my arms. Now.

I broke away from the ref and made my way over the ropes, then jumped down from the mat and pushed my way through the crowd. Most of them parted for me, but not before touching me, totally in awe of the n.o.body who'd beat Johnny f.u.c.king Tutera in an illegal match. I could hardly believe it myself, but that wasn't what I was focused on right now. Right now, all I could see, all I could think about, was Parker. My Parker.

I reached her and swept her into my arms, swinging her around heedlessly, pressing my damaged face into her beautiful, golden locks of hair and inhaling her scent. That was the only thing I wanted to smell for the rest of my life. I could die happy, here in her arms. But I wanted to live. For the first time in d.a.m.n near forever, I wanted to choose life over death, pleasure over pain. I wanted to be the man Parker believed I could be.

I leaned up for a kiss, closing my eyes as I tasted her sweet breath on my tongue. Then I cradled her in my arms bridal-style and pushed my way through the crowd again, this time toward the hall that would take us to the winner's room.

”Wait!” she laughed, gingerly touching my bruised and bloodied face. ”Don't you have to get your winnings from Vic?”

”Trust me, I didn't forget,” I told her, kicking open the door. ”But you and me have something to settle up on, first.”

Parker blushed, and I grinned back as I stepped inside the room and shut the door.

~ Twenty-Two ~

Parker

Kellan's face was a mess. He looked more like he'd been through a meat grinder than an MMA fight. But that didn't stop him from kissing me, from running his hands all over me, from pulling off my clothes at lightning pace and pus.h.i.+ng me onto the bed so hard it took my breath away. And I didn't care that I was covered in his blood-there was time for a shower later. And I wanted him now.

”I need you, baby,” Kellan mumbled between kisses. I ran my tongue over his lips, tasting his blood, s.h.i.+vering as he exposed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the cool air. ”I need to feel you. I need to know this is actually happening. That this is real.”

Kellan crawled on top of me and I used my feet to slide his shorts down off his waist. ”Then take me, Kellan. I'm yours.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back, my lips parted, throat exposed. His snarl was wolfish. ”Say 'please,'” he demanded.

”Please,” I breathed, very gently touching the side of his face. ”Please f.u.c.k me, Kellan.” I bit my lip. ”Claim your prize.”

Kellan chuckled. Without letting go of my hair, he situated himself between my legs. ”You're not a prize, Parker,” he said. ”You're the best G.o.dd.a.m.n thing that's ever happened to me.” Then he pushed inside my p.u.s.s.y without any warning, thrusting right up to the hilt, and I cried out in both pleasure and pain as his girth stretched me wide.

”Oh, f.u.c.k!”

”Come on, Parker,” Kellan rasped, pulling my calves over his shoulders. There seemed to be some pain in his voice, too. It was amazing what he could do once adrenaline flooded him, how he was able to push past his injuries to take me the way he was clearly aching to. ”You can scream louder than that.” Then he rammed into me again, bucking into me so hard and fast I saw stars.

I writhed all over Kellan's c.o.c.k, arching my back and screaming for him like I knew he wanted me to. It wasn't just for his benefit, though. The things he did to my body deserved this kind of volume. The pleasure was so intense I almost wanted to get away from it. I couldn't handle it. It was driving me crazy.

Spreading my p.u.s.s.y lips with his fingers, Kellan spit on my slit and spread it around my little bud, coaxing it from underneath its hood. Then he rubbed mercilessly, smirking as he felt my toes curl, angling his d.i.c.k up so that it crashed into my inner sweet spot with every stroke.

”You remember the first time I made you squirt, baby?” he asked, picking up the pace on my c.l.i.t. My eyes rolled and I wailed, clawing at the sheets. ”Well, I'm gonna make you do it again, only this time, you're gonna make a real big mess. I'll make sure of that.”

I moaned and babbled as he spread his knees to pound into me harder, the sound of our flesh slapping sending s.h.i.+vers up and down my spine. I raked my nails down one of his arms and he grimaced, grabbing that hand and pinning it next to my head.

”Bad girl. This body is mine. It does what I want it to. And right now, baby, I want you to squirt on my big, fat d.i.c.k. Come on, Parker. Drench me. I know you want to. I can feel you fighting it.”

I bit my lip. He was right; I was. I'd never known I was a squirter before, not since that time at his apartment where it had only come out as a little dribble. But now Kellan was pus.h.i.+ng me closer and closer to a bigger o.r.g.a.s.m, one I wasn't sure I could contain. The sheer power of it terrified me. I wasn't sure I could come back from it, if he pushed me over the edge.

”That's it, baby,” he cooed as I startled to whine. ”Let it go. c.u.m for me, Parker.” He released my hand to flick his thumb over one of my nipples. ”Now.”

Between his thumb dancing on my c.l.i.t, his d.i.c.k pummeling my G-spot, and his fingers tickling my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I couldn't take it anymore. The sensations were all just too much. Tears of ecstasy in my eyes, I threw my head back and screamed as I drenched Kellan with my desire, my p.u.s.s.y squeezing his c.o.c.k tight, milking it for all it was worth.

Kellan slowed his strokes to draw out my o.r.g.a.s.m, letting me feel every single inch of his c.o.c.k as it slid in and out of me. He made a low, gravelly sound in his throat like he was just barely holding back his own climax, his gaze fixed on the mess I'd made all over his hips. He was soaked in me, and as I whimpered and flailed, he grinned. ”That's my girl, Parker. Now, bend over so I can f.u.c.k you right.”

He let my legs down off his shoulders and I quivered, trying to find the strength to get onto all fours. Kellan helped me, manhandling me like I was just a rag doll as he positioned me so that I was grabbing the headboard, my legs spread, my a.s.s against his c.o.c.k.

The harsh sting of his palm meeting one of my cheeks made me moan. ”That's for being a bad girl,” he snarled in my ear. ”You were late, Parker. What happened to you?”

I licked my lips, savoring the rush of relief and desire that came after the pain subsided. ”I was meeting with the senator,” I told him. ”He agreed to champion the veterans' bill.”