Page 118 of Pulse
Chapter 36
Ren
It felt like a miracle.
The moment Fury had slammed her fist onto the mat; the world had seemed to shift on its axis. The crowd had erupted into cheers, the referee grasped my hand, shoving it into the air, and then I was on someone’s shoulders hurtling through the crowd, people giving me high-fives… Then I was in Ash’s arms and the pride in his eyes… I’d never forget it.
And then there was Dad. His face had been ashen, but he’d embraced me with his own kind of pride and I was glad to share it with him. The man who I grew up hating had turned into one of the most important people in my life. I thought I knew how this life thing worked, but as it turned out, I didn’t know a fucking thing.
After a big fat check was shoved into my hands and I’d been congratulated by just about everyone in The Underground, we ventured back to Beat for an impromptu party. Josie had insisted of course and since I was riding high, I didn’t have it in me to say no. Ash nodded and it was settled.
The Twins brought out the beer and turned up the music and it was the happiest I’d seen everyone, not to mention the first time everyone was in the same room at the same time.
The only obvious absentee was Violet and Ash said she wouldn’t come anyway. We’d see her after his fight and I made it my mission to help her in anyway I could. She’d suffered far worse than I had, but in a way I felt connected with her. Maybe that’s what I could do with some of the money I’d won. Help people like us, people who needed support after going through ordeals like Violet’s. Maybe that’s what I was meant to do all along. Help people.
Ash hovered at the edges, a beer in hand, watching the party unfold around him. I smiled as he shook hands with Seth and as his gaze caught mine, I raised my eyebrows. In true Maverick fashion, he just shrugged.
I wasn’t a fan of parties on all those ordinary occasions, and since we still had Ash’s fight tomorrow night, it all seemed premature.
I loved hanging out with everyone, but I was also glad when they left me and Ash alone. I could see the strain on his face. He wanted to be happy for me, but his own fight was weighing on him heavily. This was our end game. Him fighting Hammer.
I locked the door behind Josie and the Twins and waved to them through the window as I armed the alarm. Turning back to the dark studio, I hesitated as I caught sight of Ash on the far bench, leaning forward with his elbows pressing on his thighs. His head was bowed, his shoulders hunched and I knew he was on struggle street.
I padded across the mats and sat beside him, rubbing my palm up and down his back.
“Ash?”
“Hmm?” he mumbled, glancing up at me.
“It’s almost over,” I said with a sigh, “I believe in you.”
He straightened up, winding a thick arm around my back and tugging me against his side. He lowered his head, searching for my lips with his own and I caught him, kissing him hard. He was floundering.
The tip of his tongue teased against my bottom lip as I moved to straddle him. Settling into his lap, I felt the hard ridge of his cock press against my softness and he moaned as I wriggled against him. Sex was our anchor and if it was what he needed to hold on, then I’d let him have me however he wanted.
“Spitfire,” he muttered against my lips.
“Do you need me?” I asked, trailing my hands over his shoulder and up his neck before burying my fingers into his hair.
He nodded, his eyes hooded with lust.
“Then take me.” I began moving, massaging his cock against the seam of my shorts. “However you want. Hard, slow...”
My train of thought was obliterated as he smashed his lips hard against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth and twining with mine. He tasted like beer from the party, from the one drink he’d allowed himself to have. He was all beer and...Maverick. I clutched him, rubbing my breasts against his chest and rocking against his crotch faster until he couldn’t bear it anymore.
He stood in one fluid motion and lowered me to the mat, his hands pulling my top and bra off and throwing them over his shoulder. His mouth licked and bit a trail down my neck to my nipples where he lavished attention on one before moving to the other. The tip of his tongue flicked against the sensitive ball of flesh and I moaned, fisting my hands into his hair.
He pulled away, dragging his T-shirt over his head and shoving his jeans down, freeing his cock from his boxers. Then he hooked his fingers into my shorts and knickers and tugged, stripping me bare.
He was like a man possessed as he latched his hands on my hips and flipped me over. I pushed myself onto all fours, knowing exactly what he wanted to do to me.
My ass was in the air, Ash was behind me and I glanced in the mirror as he began sliding his cock between my ass cheeks, rocking back and forth. The sight of him over me made my knees tremble.
