Page 135 of Ethan's Sky

“Hey!”

Kissing Skyler’s forehead, I turn her to the exit and take her upstairs to our apartment where I plan to wash her body and give her multiple orgasms.

She’s earned them.

With the gym all locked up and everyone else gone for the night, Skyler helps Violet with the last of her cleaning duties and I head to Kieran’s office and knock on the door.

“Aye!” he calls. “Come in.” He’s sitting behind his desk, reading through a stack of papers, looking mad as hell.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vargas needs to reschedule the rematch. He hurt his wrist while in his training camp. Doctor says it’s fractured. Needs eight weeks minimum. The promotors decided to push it out six months. You’ll be fighting in June.”

“Damn.” It’s not necessarily a bad thing. I mean, I get more time to train, and I can focus more on club shit while keeping Skyler well and cared for. I know better than to tell Kieran my thoughts. He was looking forward to the pay day, and the redemption.

“They’re offering us two undercard fights for Ronan and Cillian. They’re good fights. Well matched. But they also want you to appear and do the PR thing with Vargas. You know the deal.”

I do. “Yeah, yeah. Talk shit. Get people riled up. Within reason, of course.”

Kieran nods. “Aye. Within reason.”

“When?”

Kieran opens his left bottom drawer and pulls out a bottle of Macallan whiskey and a tumbler, then pour himself two fingers worth. “Next Saturday.”

“Shit. That quick?” Normally we would have a few weeks or even months to train our fighters for something like this, but it’s not uncommon. Sometimes when a fighter pulls out due to injury or other reasons, like Vargas, the promoters will throw another fighter in their place to fill the fight card.

“They’re ready. We don’t slack here when it comes to training, and they’ve been sparring with you for your fight. I’m certain they’ll do well.”

Pushing myself up to stand, I nod. “All right. Let them know and we’ll start working on cutting weight tomorrow. What margins are we looking at?”

“They’re both fighting at one-thirty-five.” He sighs. “They shouldn’t need to cut much. A few pounds at best. Both have been strict with their meal plans and training. But we best check tomorrow.”

“I’m heading upstairs. Lock up when you leave, yeah?”

“Aye.” Kieran waves his glass toward me, then downs the last of his whiskey. I don’t have to look to know he’s pouring another one as I head up to see my woman.

37

SKYLER

My eyes fall shut as Ethan expertly licks my pussy, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue and nipping lightly along my lips. His masterful fingers are taking turns with his tongue, pumping in and out of me, ratcheting up my need to come. My thighs are shaking as I buck my hips, moaning. When his mouth latches on to my clit and sucks hard, my orgasm slams into me and I see stars behind my eyes.

“Feel free to wake me up like this every morning.”

Ethan chuckles, kissing his way up my torso. When I feel the thick head of Ethan’s cock teasingly pumping in and out of my pussy, my eyes lock on his.

“I’ll wake you anyway you like, Sunshine, but only if you tell me what I want to hear.” Ethan rocks, in and out with only the tip of his cock, taunting me with what’s to come.

Me.

But it’s become his newest fascination. He’ll only give me what I want if I tell him I belong to him. It’s become a game. He teases me with his body, and I frustrate him by not giving him the words. Sadly, I’m usually the first to give in, but a girl’s got to make a guy work for it at least. I can’t just give him what he wants all the time.

“You are so good with your tongue, Ethan.”

He smiles, his amused eyes raking down every inch of my naked skin. His hands caress my belly, tracing my tattoo. Like it always does, his attention locks onto the initials I have hidden in the phoenix feathers.

“Are you sure you want to play this game with me, baby? We both know I’ll win.”

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