Page 26 of The Game

The praise was so wonderful, yet I couldn’t answer, only moan. Malachi lost control. He fucked me slowly until I bucked against him, my face pressed to the sheets and my body his plaything. I never knew sex could be this good and I couldn’t imagine a world without it.

When I came, it rebounded in multiple places and shattered me into pieces I knew he’d put back together. It felt so good being his. I loved giving him what he needed.

He followed me with a groan, coming inside my ass and claiming me in the way he’d promised.

Then he held me, his heart beating so fast I could feel it on my back. “I love you so fucking much.”

If only I could keep that forever.

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Once showered and dressed—separately or we’d never have got out—we left for his gym and the sparring he had planned. On the drive into the city, Malachi filled me in on how his schedule worked. I listened as if I had no idea.

He usually only fought two big matches a year, and as his last had been in November, he wouldn’t get back in the ring until March. That didn’t mean he could slack off. Right now, he was on a low exercise regime to recover, though fortunately he wasn’t carrying an injury.

“I’ll introduce you around then get into it with my trainer. I want you ringside with your eyes on me.”

I scooted to the edge of my seat so I could rest against his arm. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

“That’s my sweet angel.”

“I’m not sure I’m so sweet after what you did to me this morning.”

He choked on a laugh. “Talk like that and I’ll have to stop the car and fuck you by the side of the road again.”

I pressed my lips together, unable to recognise myself for how much I loved the idea.

We crossed Deadwater River to the side with my apartment, which we needed to stop in at later, then continued out into the suburbs then beyond to an industrial estate. Malachi parked outside a warehouse with only a small sign that readWARRIORindicating that it was a sporting venue.

A passcoded door gave us entrance, and Malachi led me down a corridor, passing changing rooms, a small office, and opening into a wide gym.

The scent of sweat and cleaning products lingered in the air. Punching bags hung in a row, and there was a netted sparring ring elevated from the floor. Heads rose at our entrance, and other fighters and staff, both male and female, hailed Malachi’s name. A couple of well-made-up women, who didn’t look like they were here to train, gawked openly.

“Great game,” someone called.

“You fucking legend,” another added. “Got the girl, just like you said.”

I hid my face in Malachi’s arm. “Does everyone know?”

“This is my gym. I don’t hide my challenges and victories. They knew what I had planned.”

I zeroed in on the logos and emblems around the room. ‘The Warrior’ was emblazoned on sweatshirts and on banners.

“The whole gym is yours?”

He gave me a wolfish smile. “I own a whole lot of things, baby. We’ve been locked away together, but there’s a world I need you to see.”

He pointed out a number of men and women who were mid-training and all waved or called out a greeting.

A thick-set older man jogged over, his hair short and grey and his smile infectious. He pumped Malachi’s hand then turned to me. “Ah, sweetheart. Are we glad to see you. It’s about time someone tamed The Warrior.”

I couldn’t help a laugh. “It’s a pleasure, Mr…?”

Malachi jumped in. “My coach, Bill Trainer. That’s his actual name, believe it or not. He’s also about to kick the shit out of me as I haven’t been in the ring since my last fight. Let’s get to it.”

He gave me a very deep, very public kiss, then tossed his bag to a bench and crossed the gym to move into a warmup routine. I found a seat on the bench and did as he asked, keeping my attention on him as he worked through his exercises.

Malachi Hunan as my temporary boyfriend was incredible, but as an athlete, he was a thing of savage beauty. In no time, he’d worked up a sweat, thick muscles pronounced through the effort. I found it hard to drag my gaze off him.

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