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His eyes flicked up to mine. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he said softly. “I want you to know that. I was afraid to tell you before. But… I was really wrong about you originally.”
Somehow, this man had the ability to make my chest ache worse than the damn bruises. “Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual.” My voice was thick with emotion, so I cleared my throat. “Even if you’re going to give me gray fucking hair.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. And then one to my chest. And one to my neck.
My dick thought that was pretty okay.
“Why you always wearing too many clothes, McNeely?” I grumbled, plucking at his—my—shirt.
He immediately shimmied out of it and legged out of his sweats, too, until he was thoroughly and blessedly naked in my bed.
“Good,” I said with a lazy laugh. “Now, do me.”
He bounced his eyebrows before gently pulling my own clothes off while taking care to keep the ice packs in place. “Not gonna need those for a few minutes, babygirl,” I teased, glancing down at his hardening cock.
For some reason, his smile faded and was replaced by something else. “Why’d you call me that? In the fight. Because you knew it would get under my skin? Make me want to punch you?”
I pulled him on top of me until our bodies were pressed together and he could feel how hard I was for him. “Yes. But also because you are my babygirl. And maybe I wanted to say it out loud, where everyone could hear me.”
“It’s embarrassing,” he said, cheeks darkening with the confession.
We both knew no one would have ever taken it as anything more than a taunt, words tossed out to rile up an opposing fighter. But I could tell this was a sensitive issue for him.
“Do you want me to stop calling you babygirl?” I asked softly.
He glanced down at me through those dark brown lashes, his eyes so clear and earnest. “No.”
I caressed the side of his face. “Do you want me to stop teasing you with it?”
He blinked as he considered. “No.”
My chest was warm with affection for him. “Do you know how badly I wanted you that first night? When you were trying to get to sleep and I had a girl in here? And you were squirming and letting out little huffs of annoyance?”
His cheeks darkened even more, and his lips turned up. “Tell me.”
“You put the pillow over your ears. Then you bit your fucking lip. Christ, Bett. It only made me harder.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, relishing the hot little intake of breath. “You stopped breathing. Then you snuck a peek. I assumed you were looking at the girl, but fuck. Knowing you were looking at all made me—well, it made me nut, for one.”
He pinched my chest. “Fuck off. I was pissed.”
“Tell me you weren’t looking at me, McNeely. Because your cheeks are red right now, just like they were that night.”
He thrust his hips, forcing his cock through my loose, dry grip. “You were such an asshole. I couldn’t believe girls actually wanted to hear that kind of dirty talk.”
I reached over for the bottle of lube and winced when my ribs smarted.
He made a squawk of disapproval. “Jesus, Vaughn. Fuck. Stop and let me get that. We shouldn’t even be doing this right now.”
“We absolutely should, and I’m fine. You think a pampered frat boy actually caused me any real damage?” I shot him a wink.
He rolled his eyes.
We both knew I’d turn black and blue tomorrow, but that I was also correct. He hadn’t done serious damage to me, just like I hadn’t done any real damage to him. Thankfully, it had been enough to give the crowd a good show, though.
“Jackass,” he muttered, thrusting into my hand again while pouring out some lube. When he reached down to smooth it over both our cocks, I arched back and groaned.
Fuck, that felt good.
He was still talking. “Do you think everyone knows you threw the fight? You almost never lose.”
