5 Rounds (The Fight Game, #1)

by Nikki Castle

I reach one arm above my head to grip the back of Tristan's neck and arch my body. “Fuck me,” I gasp. “You feel so good, I need you to fuck me. Fuck my ass, Tristan.”

“You're so fucking perfect,” he growls in my ear. “But I want you to come again. I want you to come from just my cock in your ass.”

“I'm proud of you,” I whisper. “I always knew you'd make it, even when I hated you. And you're going to be champ one day, and I'm going to be right there next to you, telling you again that I knew you'd make it and that I'm so fucking proud of you.” For a moment I think he's already asleep, but then his arms tighten around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m such an idiot for not seeing what was right in front of me all this time,” he murmurs as we both drift off to sleep.

“I love you. And I love our baby. This could only make me happy.”

Tristan pulls away with a strangled curse. He leans his forehead against mine, both of us panting from the heated kiss. “I am going to fuck you so hard after this fight is over,” he growls. “We're not leaving the bed next week. It'll be like our honeymoon all over again.”

“I love you so goddamn much. Sometimes it actually hurts.”