1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)

by Nikki Castle

I chuckle, tightening my arms around her. And I thought I would hate this kind of affection, but instead, I'm suddenly trying to figure out how I can keep her this close all night.

That makes her perk up. She's smiling again, and it hits me that I'm going to be a fucking pushover when it comes to what I'm willing to do for that smile.

"Oh my God," I hiccup. "Why does that feel good?" Kane's tongue leaves me only long enough to answer. "Because I was made to bring you pleasure."

"Come on my face while my tongue is in your ass, princess. Show me how dirty you are."

"Kane," I whimper. "Please, I need you inside me." A growl vibrates through his chest. "And now you're begging? Fuck, princess, I'm not going to be able to let you go."

His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, and I realize… I want to be marked. I want the proof of him on my skin.

“I’m going to do the polite thing right now and give you a heads up that I’m going to steal your panties during dinner tonight,” he growls against my mouth. “Because afterwards, I want you to sit on the back of my motorcycle knowing that the entire ride home, I’m going to be thinking about that bare pussy leaking onto the seat behind me—and fantasizing about how quickly I’ll be able to lick it up as soon as we’re home.”

I’ve fallen head over heels in love with Kane Whitaker. In my heart, I always knew I would, and I knew that if he gave me even the smallest opening, that I would happily make the jump. A small part of me was worried he wouldn’t feel the same way, but now I realize the real risk is that he does feel the same way, but is scared to fight for it.

And if he wants out, then he's going to have to say it. Because I'll be damned if I'm the one that gives up on us.

Because she's right. Isabella was the first one to give a shit about me. With her, I’ve had a family.

When I step forward—quietly, so as to not wake Isabella—Oscar’s tail moves in a tiny, happy wag. "Hey, boss," I murmur as I pet his head. "Thanks for taking care of our girl."

"I know you've had a hard life," she says. "I know you've seen and experienced things that no one should ever have to go through, and I know they've made you a little hard against the world. But Kane, that doesn't mean you're broken. It just means you had to load up with more armor than the rest of us. And I don't care that we might have to spend a little extra time creating a safe environment for you. This isn’t your 1 last shot to get it right, this is us trying, every day. And some days will be good, and some will be bad, but every day, we keep fighting. Together. Because I would rather live in your world, with your arms around me and your heart against my palm, than anywhere else. I want you, Kane. Never doubt that."