Uncaged Love #4: MMA New Adult Contemporary Romance Read Free

manage to say.
    “Only takes two to shower,” he says.
    “The water’s running…” But my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it between my legs.
    “Come here,” he says.
    I take a step toward him. I know what it’s like after a fight. The adrenaline rush. The feeling of invincibility.
    Before I can even see his movement, he’s closed the distance between us and his mouth is on mine.
    He snatches at my jacket and flings it to the floor. His hands jerk at my jeans, ripping apart the snap and unzipping them in one move.
    His lips crush against mine, his tongue probing me. I’m lost, losing my grip on gravity, balance. His arms go around my waist, walking me backward, closer to the steel sink.
    I push the shoes off my feet as my jeans work their way down. Colt breaks the kiss to bend down and yank them away. I’m wearing only the blue sweater above my panties, but in an instant the panties are gone. He lifts me up to sit on the counter beside the sink. The cold steel bites into my skin, but I barely even register this before Colt pushes my knees high and props my feet on the lip of the cabinet.
    I’m exposed, legs wide open, and his mouth is on me, his face buried between my thighs. I suck in a breath, clutching his shoulders. He spears me with his tongue, and his fingers spread me so he can probe deeper. Steam has begun to curl around us. We’re wasting water, I think, then my mind is erased when he sucks on the nub. I’m panting, and his fingers plunge into me. I’m so close, and trying not to cry out.
    Then he pulls back, pushing the sweater out of his way, shoving the bra aside. He takes both breasts in his hands as he plunges forward, entering me in a sharp stroke.
    I do scream then, and clap a hand over my mouth. Colt chuckles. He grips my knees to hold me in place, thrusting now with such force that I’m lost again, grabbing his head, hanging on.
    I rock against him, and the spirals start, the tightening waves of pleasure. I can’t stop them, and I’m unleashing, noisy and frantic and pressing harder.
    A tremor goes through Colt’s body. When my muscles begin to convulse around him, he releases inside me. I clutch his shoulders, riding it out, letting it all cascade through me. We hold still for a minute, and finally I feel Colt’s arms start to shake. I pull him in close. “About time fighter boy shows he can be worn out.”
    He buries his face against my neck. “You can never leave,” he says. “Don’t walk out on me again.”
    My hands run along the cords of muscle on his shoulders. “I won’t.” And I mean it.
    The door trembles with a series of bangs. “Press time!” Killjoy shouts.
    Colt backs away. “Time for that shower.”
    “You have negative one minute,” I say.
    He looks down at my legs, still parted from where he stood between them.
    “Damn hard to leave that alone,” he says. But he steps into the spray.
    I jump down and collect my clothes. When I turn to the mirror, I see that I’m still wearing the hat with the blue hair clipped inside. It’s like I’m another girl entirely. And yet, all of these versions of Jo — the timid runaway, the fighter, Colt’s lover — they are all still me.

Chapter Three  

    When I walk into Buster’s Gym Monday morning, thoughts of all my other troubles come racing at me. There’s Lani, my friend who has been gone ever since the strange night that she introduced me to her fighter friend Parker. I have never been able to ask if she knew Colt would be at that match, or why Parker seemed interested in me so fast.
    And then there’s Annabelle. She arrived last week, acting as though she’d never lifted a kettlebell. But she’s strong and fit like she’s been training for a long time. I suspect she is actually Annie, Colt’s last girlfriend, the one who wrecked him so badly he started losing fights. I don’t know it for sure, and I don’t know why she’d be here.
    I lock up my belongings. None of the girls’ lockers are being