doing to gather around the cage, cheering them on and yelling out moves. These two are the best fighters my dad's ever trained facing off. They go at each other brutally, not holding back just because they're siblings.
Jax gets the drop on Jude, grabbing him from behind. But then Jude somehow uses his momentum to maneuver an impressive hip toss, flipping Jax, so that he lands with a loud whomp when his back hits the canvas. Sounds of appreciation ripple through the observers when Jude is able to get his stunned brother in a headlock.
Jax flips over to his stomach, relieving some of the pressure of Jude's arm over his neck. He tries to buck Jude off, but he doesn't budge. Jude mounts Jax's back, legs wrapped around his waist, an arm around his neck, pulling it back with his other hand in a choke hold that finally has his older brother tapping out.
Either Jax is slipping or Jude's getting better. I'm pretty sure it's the latter. There's no doubt in my mind that he'll whoop Linc Abrams's ass in July.
When Jude stands up he curls his fingers around the metal links of the cage recovering while everyone congratulates him then goes back to what they were doing. When his midnight eyes find mine he smiles and winks, making my heart forget how to beat. His incredibly defined body from years of hard work is slick with sweat, and his broad chest heaves with his deep breaths, exactly how he looks whenever the two of us are alone together.
Good God almighty.
How did I luck up and get to sleep with him? Knowing I'm the only woman to ever get fucked senseless by such a perfect, incredible man makes me feel like I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof.
"Sadie?" The sound of my name penetrates through the erotic film festival playing in my dirty mind.
"Oh, hey, Matt," I say when I realize one of our other welterweight guys is standing beside me with his hip resting against the front check-in counter.
"I didn't recognize you. You look...different," he remarks, shamelessly flicking his hazel eyes up and down my body.
My new blonde hair is still straight and shiny, thanks to Jessica at The Cutting Edge salon, and I've been wearing my contacts since it's hard to give blow jobs or get laid trying to keep my glasses on. I'm farsighted so I can't see shit without them. Since we're having an unusual May heat wave, it's eighty-five degrees outside which is why I've forgone my uniform of jeans, a plain Havoc t-shirt, and Chucks for a pair of Daisy Duke’s, a tight fitting purple tank top and beige wedge sandals. Jude's sudden rapt attention makes me feel sexy for the first time in my life, and I want to be more girly and pretty for him. Apparently my more feminine look is also catching the attention of guys at school, and here, too.
"You mean I actually look like a girl?" I ask with a smile. The sweaty brown-haired fighter flashes his own cute grin and nods.
"Yeah, but not just any girl. You're hot as fuck," he says softly. When his eyes drop to my breasts, or more specifically to my nipples standing at full attention thanks to my carnal thoughts about Jude, I have to fight the urge to cover them with my arms.
"Thanks, I guess."
My cheeks burn knowing he's very obviously checking me out, which is why I always dressed so conservatively before. I only just realized that when guys started staring at me after puberty, it was because they were interested, not because they were disgusted by me. It had been a surprising revelation, and one I'm still trying to figure out what to do with.
"Graduation's coming up, right?" he asks.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Jude moving closer to us, grabbing a bottle of water from our refrigerator next to the counter and pouring it down his throat.
"Uh-huh. Next Saturday." Matt also attended Landon, my current private school, and graduated two years ago.
"Maybe we can hang out some this summer," he says, and is it my imagination or is he flexing the
Jax gets the drop on Jude, grabbing him from behind. But then Jude somehow uses his momentum to maneuver an impressive hip toss, flipping Jax, so that he lands with a loud whomp when his back hits the canvas. Sounds of appreciation ripple through the observers when Jude is able to get his stunned brother in a headlock.
Jax flips over to his stomach, relieving some of the pressure of Jude's arm over his neck. He tries to buck Jude off, but he doesn't budge. Jude mounts Jax's back, legs wrapped around his waist, an arm around his neck, pulling it back with his other hand in a choke hold that finally has his older brother tapping out.
Either Jax is slipping or Jude's getting better. I'm pretty sure it's the latter. There's no doubt in my mind that he'll whoop Linc Abrams's ass in July.
When Jude stands up he curls his fingers around the metal links of the cage recovering while everyone congratulates him then goes back to what they were doing. When his midnight eyes find mine he smiles and winks, making my heart forget how to beat. His incredibly defined body from years of hard work is slick with sweat, and his broad chest heaves with his deep breaths, exactly how he looks whenever the two of us are alone together.
Good God almighty.
How did I luck up and get to sleep with him? Knowing I'm the only woman to ever get fucked senseless by such a perfect, incredible man makes me feel like I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof.
"Sadie?" The sound of my name penetrates through the erotic film festival playing in my dirty mind.
"Oh, hey, Matt," I say when I realize one of our other welterweight guys is standing beside me with his hip resting against the front check-in counter.
"I didn't recognize you. You look...different," he remarks, shamelessly flicking his hazel eyes up and down my body.
My new blonde hair is still straight and shiny, thanks to Jessica at The Cutting Edge salon, and I've been wearing my contacts since it's hard to give blow jobs or get laid trying to keep my glasses on. I'm farsighted so I can't see shit without them. Since we're having an unusual May heat wave, it's eighty-five degrees outside which is why I've forgone my uniform of jeans, a plain Havoc t-shirt, and Chucks for a pair of Daisy Duke’s, a tight fitting purple tank top and beige wedge sandals. Jude's sudden rapt attention makes me feel sexy for the first time in my life, and I want to be more girly and pretty for him. Apparently my more feminine look is also catching the attention of guys at school, and here, too.
"You mean I actually look like a girl?" I ask with a smile. The sweaty brown-haired fighter flashes his own cute grin and nods.
"Yeah, but not just any girl. You're hot as fuck," he says softly. When his eyes drop to my breasts, or more specifically to my nipples standing at full attention thanks to my carnal thoughts about Jude, I have to fight the urge to cover them with my arms.
"Thanks, I guess."
My cheeks burn knowing he's very obviously checking me out, which is why I always dressed so conservatively before. I only just realized that when guys started staring at me after puberty, it was because they were interested, not because they were disgusted by me. It had been a surprising revelation, and one I'm still trying to figure out what to do with.
"Graduation's coming up, right?" he asks.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Jude moving closer to us, grabbing a bottle of water from our refrigerator next to the counter and pouring it down his throat.
"Uh-huh. Next Saturday." Matt also attended Landon, my current private school, and graduated two years ago.
"Maybe we can hang out some this summer," he says, and is it my imagination or is he flexing the
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