He mentioned his fighting a few days ago, and hearing about how he got started and his training regimen was enthralling. Sheepishly, he admitted that although it began as an outlet for his anger with his father, it’s become one of his passions. His record speaks for itself. He's undefeated, and his next fight is tonight. I asked if I could come, and he immediately lit up with a resounding, “Yes please!” His only request was for me to see if Allie could join because he didn’t want me to sit alone.
To no one’s surprise, Allie was thrilled to be invited to the fight. It was like I was giving her an all-expenses-paid vacation the way she jumped up and down. She swears she was free, but judging by her reaction, any previous plans would’ve been canceled with no remorse.
She saunters out of her room wearing a pleather miniskirt and matching red bralette with fishnet tights. To complete the look, she has on a pair of black combat boots, but hers are much edgier than mine.
“Damn, girl! You look sexy,” she says as she twirls my ponytail. “Are you sure we’re leaving there together tonight? Because I’m pretty sure Ledger is going to fuck you into the nearest surface when he gets a look at what you’re wearing.”
“Ugh, yes!” I blush. “We’re coming home and watching movies until we put ourselves into a sugar coma. And we haven’t even really done anything yet. Hebarelyfingered me Saturday, so no. No sex tonight.”
“Whatever. I’m not going to be a cockblock if he tries, though.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me as we make our way to my car.
“You look amazing too, by the way. Then again, youalwayslook sexy,” I say, tossing her the keys. She’s the one who wanted to bring the tank tonight. She can drive.
Our drive consists of jamming out to our favorite hype girl songs, and as we pull up to the venue, I’m feeling sassy. I strut into the arena and start looking around for my man. He told me he would probably be in the locker room until his fight, but it’s impossible not to hope I get a view of that perfect ass.
I shoot him a text letting him know we’ve arrived safely, then turn to Allie and start ranking the men we see.
Before I know it, someone is sitting beside me and kissing the top of my head. I jump before realizing it’s Ledger. He’s wearing black athletic shorts and a soft white shirt. I’ve never seen him dress so casually, and itdoes somethingto my insides. If I stood right now, I bet there would be a little puddle on the seat, and I’m pretty sure, despite never having even touched a penis before, I’m pregnant.
“Do I have some competition, Angel?” Ledger asks with a smirk, then leans over to whisper, “You look even better than I imagined in this outfit.Fuck,I want to rip it off you and take you right here. The next time you put this on, plan for it to be in a pile on the floor before we even leave the house.”
Well, I can’t say Allie didn’t tell me so. My eyes go wide as they lock on to Ledger’s, but the moment is broken by Allie’s laughter.
“The rankings are for me, silly.We all know Sloane is taken bytheLedger Sinclair, and no other man could ever compete with his excellency.” She fakes a curtsy, and we all start laughing.
“When are you up?” I ask as he slides his arm around my waist.I hope he says never. I hope he tells me he’s going to sit like this all night holding me close to him.
“I’m the main event, baby, so I’ll be up last. It’s an easy win tonight, though, so I don’t mind sitting out here with you until closer to my match.” He looks over at Allie. “If that’s alright with you?”
“Oh, it’s definitely alright with me,” Allie says, wiggling her eyebrows. “I already told Sloane, so I’ll tell you too. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a cockblock.”
Ledger raises a single eyebrow at Allie before bringing his gaze back to me. “Good to know,” he says with a wink, and I know for a fact he’s thinking about testing the limits of that statement.
We sit together for an hour and a half while Ledger walks us through each contestant’s strategies and what he would or wouldn’t change. It’s impossible not to laugh as Allie tells us which of the men she would screw and whatherstrategy would be with each of themin bed.
Before we know it, Ledger is up. He says goodbye with a kiss to my forehead and jogs casually to his side of the cage. I’ve had such a good time in the past couple of hours, I’ve forgotten to be nervous for him.For him becausesomeonehas to since he certainly isn’t.
My worry is instantly put to rest when Ledger reaches behind his head with one hand and pulls off his shirt. My mouth hangs open. If I thought there was a puddle before, there’s a freaking lake now. And I amfor surepregnant. With twins probably.
“Oh. My…”
“God!” Allie finishes for me.
I look over, and her mouth hangs open in a similar position to mine. “Jesus Christ, woman, if you don’t fuck this man soon, then I’m going to.”
“You stay away, ma’am.” I laugh. “That man ismine.”
And she’s correct. Sleeping with Ledger has moved to number one on my priority list.
I look back at the man who has been infatuated with me for weeks. His muscles go on for days, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better physique. I sweep my eyes from his chiseledarms to his proud chest to hiswoweight-pack to his Adonis belt that leads…oh Sloane, don’t go there.I can see the outline of his dick through his shorts, and although I’m a little jealous that everyone else can see as well, I’m proud knowing that it belongs to me.Well, itwillbelong to me. Hopefully. One day soon.
Getting my head out of the gutter, I bring my eyes back up to look at all his tattoos. I knew he was heavily tatted, but seeing the full picture is like getting to finally see a masterpiece.Okay, so I’m technically too far away to make out exactly what that image is, but I know it’s sexy.While there isn’t a noticeable thickness to his chest hair, I’m too far away to tell if it’s completely smooth. Judging by the dark happy trail leading back down to that area I’mtryingnot to think about right now, I’m guessing he doesn’t wax.
I think I’ve gotten myself mostly composed when he turns around, andI melt.I didn’t realize a man’s back could be so sexy, but you might as well add it to the list of aphrodisiacs: oysters, chocolate-covered strawberries, Ledger’s back.
I’m lost in my head when the fight starts. I honestly don’t know what I’m watching. Even though Ledger just spent the past hour explaining things to me, I know nothing about fights. All I know is that Ledger’s opponent,Bad Guy, is punching at Ledger, and Ledger is avoiding the swings. That goes on for a few minutes untilBad Guyfinally lands a couple of punches. I barely have time to grimace before Ledger starts landing hits of his own. Unlike Bad Guy’s, all of Ledger’s punches hit home. Within minutes,Bad Guyis knocked out cold, and the ref is holding up Ledger’s hand.
Allie and I stand and do the obligatoryhug and jump up and down, screaming at the top of our lungsthing for a respectable amount of time. When I finally let go of her to look back at the cage, a gaggle of other scantily clad women are cheering for Ledger as well. I think I’m about to cry when a couple of them approach him, but he immediately waves them off and makes a beeline straight to me. I feel stupid for even entertaining the thought that he would give them any attention. Like he hasn’t stalked me every day like a madman for close to two months.
