Hold Tight (For You 2)

Now I’m fucking pissed. I try to step forward, but Royce beats me to it. His arm shoots out, and he swings. His fist meets the guy’s jaw, and there’s an audible crunch throughout the room. Before I can even blink, he’s throwing his other fist and connecting with the other side of his face. The man sways back, and Royce thrusts an uppercut, sending him down hard to the concrete floor.

Everyone start cheering and yelling Royce’s name. I stand there a little shocked, but the crowd is going nuts.

Royce comes back to me, wrapping his arm around my back.

“Guess the fight is over,” I murmur through a smile.

Something about him getting jealous and possessive makes the warm feeling come back to my stomach. I never thought I would have something like this, or even want it. Now I’m starting to see why Penny loves it when Ivan gets all territorial. It makes you feel special.

“Told you not to wear that outfit.” He shakes his head, but I just keep on smiling as his hand moves down and squeezes my ass.

Chapter 11

Royce

I growl when I feel her press her lower half against my cock. She knows exactly what she’s doing with that ass of hers.

“You trying to get fucked down here tonight?” I ask, looking in those dark blue eyes.

“Maybe.” She bites her bottom lip, and I swear to God I wrap tighter around her pinky.

“I bet you didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.”

“Yo, Rolly!” I look up and see my boys coming down the steps.

Ezra looks at the ring behind me and shakes his head. Donovan just laughs and looks at me with a questioning expression. “Guess there’s no fight tonight?”

“No,” I say, and don’t elaborate.

“Someone went caveman,” Pandora says, and waves to the two of them.

“I don’t blame him,” Ezra says. “You’re coming down to the lion’s den dressed like that. I’m surprised another fight hasn’t broken out.”

“Not yet,” I say, narrowing my eyes on her. “And stop looking at her,” I snap at Ezra.

“Hey, just looking out for my man’s girl.” He winks at her, and I feel my fists clench.

“Since you’re here, and there’s no fight, how about we get a beer and see what shakes out? I bet they’ll stack another one. It’s early.” Donovan looks past me and then back to us.

My grip on Pandora’s ass tightens, but she has other ideas.

“Sounds like fun. The first one was over way too soon.” She blows me a kiss as she wiggles out of my grip and goes to the bar.

“Goddamn that woman,” I say to myself, but Donovan slaps me on the back.

“Cheer up, Rolly. You’ve only got another sixty years or so of it to deal with.”

The thought of spending the rest of my life with Pandora warms the place in my chest that I didn’t think was alive until I met her. Donovan and Ezra know the type of guy I am. They know that I don’t take things lightly when it comes to women. If I’ve put my claim on Pandora, they know it’s for keeps. She’s the one, and I’m done. It’s that simple for me, and they know it. Now let’s see if Pandora can get on the same page as them.

Pandora grabs a stool and orders us beers. I go over and pick her up, then sit down and put her on my lap. She wiggles on top of me like she’s annoyed, but when her ass finds my cock, her eyes grow wide. I lean into her hair and put my lips against her ear.

“Keep wiggling like that and I’ll bend you over this bar.” I take her lobe between my teeth, and I feel her shiver. “I’d have to murder everyone in this room for watching you get fucked. But I’ll always give you what you need.”

I slide my hands up her bare thigh until I get to the edge of her short shorts. They show just the edge of her cheek and barely cover her pussy.

“Royce,” she breathes, and I shake my head.

“Call me Rolly when we’re down here. It makes me so fucking hard to think about you cheering my name while you watch me.” I play with the edge of her shorts, running my fingertips where the denim is frayed. “If I get in there tonight, I’m gonna fight. And when I’m done, I’m gonna need to fuck. So if I step in that ring, you better be wet and ready for me, baby.”

“That middleweight from Boston is here tonight. You want in on that?” Donovan asks, breaking our moment.

I look up at him and then to Pandora, raising my eyebrow in a question. She licks her lips, and I see a blush creep across her cheeks as she nods.

“Yeah, I’m fighting,” I say to Donovan.