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“Alright…” I start, while Sting’s creepy as hell “Every Breath You Take” plays in the background.
I fucking hate this. I spit a blob of red on the ground near the unmoving body of my opponent. The iron taste of blood clings to my tongue. The fucker got me on the side of my face, cutting the skin, while my canine sliced my inner cheek. He had a fucking mean right hook, I almost blacked out. But I still won, thanks to my dirty moves and a lot of damn luck. My side screams with pain as I climb over the wall, leaving the fighting ring behind me. If I keep going like this my bruised ribs will never have the time to heal. I go straight to Jerry to get my cut, which will almost completely go into Dick’s pocket. Anger boils inside my guts while people pat me on the back and scream in my ears. I ignore them all.
After grabbing the money, I head toward the bathroom to get my stuff. My hand presses on my ribs. It hurts like a bitch. I need to be more careful. My opponent tonight was much more skilled than me and bigger. What the fuck are Dick and Lenny playing at? When Lenny told me who my next opponent would be I snorted thinking he was taking the piss. Should have known better.
I reach the bathroom threshold, put my hand up on the doorframe and stop dead. Hulk is leaning against one of the stalls. His posture looks tense despite his big arms crossed in a relaxed pose. He’s wide across his muscular chest and shoulders, tapering to a lean waist, all clad in a stretchy grey thermal shirt. My dick takes notice. He seems lost in his head, looking down at the floor, but straightens the moment he sees me. His hard dark eyes take me in, pausing on the bleeding cut on my face. The room feels considerably smaller and warmer with his imposing energy. But I don’t feel threatened.
“Waiting for me?” He doesn’t reply, and I wipe the blood off my cheek with my knuckle, and then cock my head to the side to study him more. Hulk’s lips tighten under my scrutiny, and damn if that grumpy expression doesn’t make him even sexier. A light stubble emphasizes his masculine jawline and makes that large mouth look more delicious than it has any right to be.
“If not for me, why are you here? You don’t have a fight tonight.”
“Keeping tabs on me?”
Why does it sound like he’s hinting at my stalking episode? I force my eyes off him and go to grab my backpack from under the bench.
“I heard you’re fighting against Scorpion next?”
“Did you hear thatafteryou asked around about me?” I smile, pulling my hoodie out, feeling suddenly excited by the thought that I’m not the only one interested.
He only grunts. Not a very loquacious person. Unless he’s talking dirty, and damn, that’s hot.
“Scorpion?” He tries again.
I let out a long sigh. “Yeah, so?”
“It’s not a fair fight.”
I grind my teeth. Where is he going with this? “You’re right, I’ll squash him like the bug he is. ”I put on a fake smile.
“Scorpions are not bugs. They have eight legs, not six, and two body segments while insects have three.”
My mouth falls open at his bug knowledge. People rarely surprise me, after all I’ve seen and endured. But Hulk does, and that’s another thing to add to my crush. Fuck! I pull the purple hoodie on, hissing when I lift my arm and stretch my side.
He narrows his eyes, black gaze on my hurting ribs. “Don’t fight him.”
“Aww, are you worried about me? ”I pucker my lips in a teasing way, but his expression doesn’t change. His body stiffens and his hand flexes while his eyes fall to my mouth. I’d like to see him all riled up again, just like when he lost control while fucking my face. The way he took what he wanted from me. That roar he let out while coming…my dick is plumping just from the memory of it.
But he ruins it with his next statement. “There’s no point in an uneven fight.”
“Right. Nice way to say I’m not good enough.” I glare at him.
“Never thought you’d be the self-deprecating kind,” he growls. And I never thought much about a man growling. His voice is a little rough, husky but strong. There’s pure masculinity dripping from it that has me sweating with hunger and excitement and trepidation, and what a delightful fucking feeling that is. But his growl? It ignites a delicious, electrifying shudder from the tips of my toes to the one at the end of my dick. Everything in me wants to respond to it. But I push the feeling away, irritated when the meaning of his words register.
“Why are you here? Do you want to fuck?” The best defense is a bold offense.
His jaw ticks and his eyes don’t waver from my face. But he doesn’t give me an answer. Or maybe he just did.
I straighten my spine and zip my puffer vest on. “This is a waste of time. I’d rather go, Hulk.”
“Rague,” he says.
“What?” I frown at him while grabbing my backpack and pulling up the purple hood over my head.
“My name is Rague.”I didn’t know his real name until now, but I can still recall the taste and weight of his cock on my tongue. I got almost lost in the sensation of being fucked in the mouth by him.
“Rague, it fits you. I’m Ollie,” I reply. I see his lips silently moving around my name. And I find it…cute.
“Right.” I clear my throat. “I’ll see you around, Hu…mmm Rague.” My words sound awkward. Like exchanging names makes me feel somehow vulnerable. Maybe it’s because nobody knows my name here except for the few people who keep the fighting ring going. I’m not as popular as Hulk, the crowd just calls me ponytail or boy. Oryou,punch him!
