Page 83 of Beyond the Cage
Clasping his hand in mine, I lead him inside. As we sit down to eat, there’s a knock at the door, and I know it’s Chels and Damon. They come over every night, and then we all leave for the arena.
“Hey, love birds,” Chels sings as she glides inside. “What’s for dinner, wifey?”
“You’re one to talk, Miss Tanner. You two would be joined at the hips if it wasn’t for us.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that.”
I roll my eyes as she smiles at Damon and playfully elbows him in the ribs. He kisses my cheek and joins Cameron at the table. We turn toward them and watch as Damon begins an animated but one-sided conversation.
“I think your man is stealing mine away from me,” Chels observes.
I wrap my arm around her shoulder with a giggle. “He doesn’t look unwilling to me.”
“That’s what’s bothering me.”
“Well…will it cheer you up to know that I made cookies?”
“I frickin’loveyou. He can have Damon. We’ll just grow old together then shrivel up and die.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Come on. Let’s eat.”
After dinner, Cameron goes off to the bedroom like he usually does, to meditate for half an hour. When I walk in, he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, staring into space. I touch his cheek and he gazes up at me with a blank expression.
“Are you okay?”
He’s been training non-stop for weeks. He doesn’t show it, but I know this whole thing is taking a toll on him. Sitting on his lap, I curl my arms around his neck.
“Just two more.” I pull his head down to my breasts and slide my fingers through his hair. “Two more and it’ll all be over. And then…after you get some rest,”—I place my index finger under his chin and tip his face toward mine—“I’m going to take care of you in ways your physical therapist can’t.”
In one swift and efficient move, I’m on my back and he’s standing over me.
“Cameron…what are you doing?”
He tugs on the straps of my dress behind my neck and loosens the knot. I watch him with bated breath as he slowly peels the dress off, his gaze travelling down and locking on to my breasts. His eyes grow darker, and I draw in a sharp breath as he brushes his thumbs across my nipples.
“Please…don’t tease me.”
He flashes me a devilish smile and leans forward, expelling a slow breath on my nipple. Shivers rack my body. My back arches, sending the taut bud between his lips, and he pulls it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His hand moves up my leg to the inside of my thigh, and I moan as his fingers hover over my pussy.Oh, God. Yes!
He slides my dress up and over my hips, then drags my panties down. Grabbing my right leg, he throws it over his shoulder, and thrusts his finger inside me. I whimper, raising my hips to meet him. He lets out a low moan and leans in to my neck. As he inserts another finger, he bites into my shoulder. I snake my arms around his neck and hold him close. He moves his body to the rhythm of his fingers, his chest rubbing against my breasts. He doesn’t pull his fingers back, just keeps pushing, like he’s reaching for something just beyond his fingertips. When his thumb presses down on my clit, I whisper his name. He covers my lips with his and I moan into his mouth. My fingers slide into his hair, gently massaging his scalp as I move my hips, grinding on his fingers. That’s when he starts to move hard and fast, his fingers swimming in my wetness. His tongue probes my mouth, tasting every inch. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me as his fingers drive me to the point of insanity.
“Fuck…”
I grip his shoulders tightly as my entire body freezes. My muscles clench, clamping down on his fingers, my eyes snap shut and my back arches as I come, shaking beneath him. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, and I feel my juices trickling down. He brings his wet fingers to my lips and I take them into my mouth, our gazes locked as I suck on them. With a smirk, he leans forward and kisses my forehead.
“Hmm…”
I needed that. I stretch like a cat, sit up, and watch as he moves to the dresser. He opens his drawer, removes a small, gift-wrapped box, then walks back to me. Taking my hand, he places the box in my palm.
Tugging the strings of the bow, I open it with a smile.Ooh, perfume!I remove the box, reading the label – “Mon Jasmin Noir L’Eau Exquise” by Bvlgari.
“Let me guess…the name just called out to you, huh?” I rip off the plastic, open the box, and take a sniff. It’s love at first smell. “Mm…I love it! Thank you. I’ll wear it tonight.”
I stand on my toes, kiss his cheek, and watch as he strolls off to the bathroom, a satisfied smile on his face.
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In Cameron’s dressing room, I sit on his lap and watch the first of the two semi-final matches, between Mikhail Khruschev and Corey Mitchell. Corey’s good, but Mikhail is a beast. He’s 6'4", two hundred and seventy pounds, and I’m convinced he’s on steroids. In all his previous fights, they’ve had to pull him off his opponents to stop him from killing them. From what Mannie’s told me, the competition is only for heavyweights, but the organizers created their own weight class. If, no…whenCameron wins his match, that’s who he’ll probably be facing. My stomach is in knots and I’m scared witless, but I can’t show it. It’s not that I’m not confident in my man, but this guy isruthlessand I know he’d do anything to win.
