“I love you,” I lean up to kiss his chin, and I swear when he meets my gaze, his eyes have hearts in them. I didn’t want to tell him I love him in the strip club, but the moment is right.
He is right.
“Fuck, boo bear, I love you too. You have no idea what you do to me. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
I squeeze him to me tighter, his warmth feeling more and more like I imagine home should feel like. “You love me too?”
His answering nod against my hair is all I need. I don’t have to be able to hear his words, they’re already in my mind. The sensations become too much, his cock sliding in and out of me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each deep plunge…I lose it. Crying out, I allow myself to let go of everything and spiral into my orgasm. My toes curl, my thighs clamping down, as I desperately clutch him to me as much as I can. My pussy contracts, squeezing and releasing, repeatedly as stars dance in my vision.
In the next beat, his answering moan meets mine, as he releases inside me. His hot come fills me to the point it leaks out any which way it can, while his cock continues to throb. His head falls to my shoulder as he bears down, groaning once more before he’s finished.
When he picks his head up, his eyes are full of so much love, and dare I say it? Worship.
Powerhouse stares at me as if I’m a goddess, sent only for him, in a world all alone. I know I must look the same way, gazing back at him, silently promising him forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Powerhouse
It’s the night of my fight, finally. Prez wraps my hands as I get ready to make my opponent hurt. “You’ve got this; it’ll be an easy win. The second fight, you know his deal. Fuck with him, piss him off so he screws up, then the KO.”
I nod, inhaling and exhaling deeply. I have to be in the zone; there is no room to fuck this up. I need to win too badly. “Viking and the others make it in?”
“Yep, you have a crowd of OKMC out there, brothers supporting brothers. You know how they work when it comes to one of their own. Cain is chomping at the bit to fight tonight, too, but his ol’ lady’s not having it. London will have his ass,” He smirks, knowing well what it’s like to have an ol’ lady not afraid to put her foot down about shit.
“And Raven?” I didn’t want her here, but she insisted on coming once the ol’ ladies mentioned it in front of her. I figuredthey’d be too girly and squeamish to watch, but they’re pumped. They even made a few signs to cheer me on. I don’t know how they held on to them on the ride over, but they managed. I assumed my sweet paprika would be too much of a distraction out in the crowd, but I’m using her as my motivation instead.
Anyone fucks with her while I’m throwing blows, and I’ll start twisting necks to get to her. No one will ever hurt my goddess again. I’ll make damn sure of it.
“Your woman is surrounded on all sides. No one will touch her, you have my word.”
We’re interrupted by Angel, entering the back room where we’ve been since we arrived. I immediately ask him, “You place the bets for me?”
“It’s handled.”
“I have to get that twelve K. My girl’s hearing surgery depends on it. If anything goes wrong, I’m going to be raining bullets in some fucknuts.”
They both chuckle. “Nothing to worry about, Powerhouse, you’ll win and get the money you need. She still has no idea this fight is for her? That you already spoke to a doctor on her behalf?”
Shaking my head, I admit, “I didn’t want to tell her until I had the cash in hand. She’ll fight me on it, so I’m not saying shit until we’re in the doctor’s office booking the surgery appointment.”
Ripper whistles, “Brave, brother.” But Prez already knows from his own shit with his woman that this could go north or south real fast. I’m just hoping my girl is excited I’m taking care of her and realizes I love her no matter what she ends up deciding to do.
“And the other?” I question, impatient. It’s been a long two months since I started searching for whoever hurt her, and I’m tired of waiting.
“We found her old partner. He’s tied up and waiting for when you’re ready. Figured you’d want to fuck and shower after your fight before you torture him,” Angel mutters. “Richardson knew how to search for him like you suspected, then it was easy pickings from there. He’s an uppity little fucker, never thought for a minute someone would have the nerve to snatch his ass and tie him up. Told him he’s lucky I was doing this as a favor, or I’d have already cut him into small pieces and buried him. I think he may’ve pissed his pants.”
My lips twist into a sinister grin as a booming laugh escapes me. “Bet. Appreciate it. I can’t wait to watch him suffer after what he did to Raven and to find out who he was working with. They’re next,” I declare, and both men nod in agreement.
Raven believes I let shit go from when she wouldn’t tell me who hurt her, but that is the furthest thing from the truth. I had immediately let my brothers in on what happened and my plan to find the person responsible. My dancer can never know the truth of it all, but anyone who hurts her will pay dearly.
Like I said in the beginning, these fists? This heart? They belong to her, and I protect what’s mine. I love her too damn much to allow anyone who hurts her to keep breathing.
The chants start from out in the club, and my name dominates the shouting. “‘House, ‘House, ‘House, Power-House!” Is screamed by half the people inside the viewing area. The popular club we’re in has been shut down for‘a private event,’which is code for the fights tonight. The atmosphere in the main section is electric, as everyone is ready to see some blood spilled. What can you expect from a bunch of rowdy bikers placing bets and drinking beer, though we’re not your typical nine-to-five type of man.
“Time to go, brother.” Ripper stands, clapping me on my shoulder once I do the same and stand as well.
“Fuck some shit up,” Angel offers, and I nod.
