Page 108 of Pulse
“Good.” That was a given too.
“Fuller, I know there’s shit between you two. Bad blood and all, but know you have my blessing to give the crowd a good show,” Max said and I instantly got the undercurrent in his voice. He knew what we were planning. He knew what was going to go down in that cage. He was giving mepermission.
I tensed up for a moment before saying, “Understood.”
“If Reign’s with you, could you tell her that she’s in too? Next Thursday night. You’re Friday.”
“Who’s she up against?” I asked and I instantly felt Ren’s hands on my back.
“Fury,” he replied.
“Rogue didn’t make it?”
“She lost by a hair last night. There’s a point between second and third. Your girl got number one.”
I reached behind me and curled my hand around Ren’s thigh. “Good, fuckin’ good.”
“Good luck, Fuller,” Max said and promptly hung up on me.
Staring at the phone as the call disconnected and went back to the lock screen, I sighed. A little in relief and a little something else. Turning to face Ren I said, “You got in.”
Her eyes were sparkling, as much from our epic fuck as the thought of fighting her first real Championship. “Who am I fighting?”
“Fury.”
Ren nodded, her brow furrowing in thought. Probably already devising a strategy, knowing her.
“Don’t think about it right now,” I murmured, dumping the phone and reaching for her.
“Why not?” she asked with a wicked smile.
“Because I want to have you at least a million times before then.”
Laughing, she fell back onto the mattress, her naked body on show to me. Fuck, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I told her as much as I covered her body with mine and didn’t think twice as I filled her with my cock again and again.
The last six months had been all about gearing up towards this fight and now it was real. And now I knew time was running out and I wanted to savor her in the days I had left. Because it could be days or it could be years.
Which one it was going to be was yet to be decided.
Friday week was D-day.
