“Preparing you for our last round.” I poured some lube into my hand and rejoined them, wincing when I put too much pressure on my right leg. “I don’t think Riv can handle a fourth.”
My brother chuckled and hugged Shay to him. “I blame this one.”
So did I. It was convenient.
The other fight had started, so we moved away from the immediate area and stole some privacy along the tree line to the forest. Shay protested and told me there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let me win, to which I told him to drop his fucking pants already.
“You can forget about open palms,” he snapped.
“Fine by me, sweetheart,” I drawled. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”
The guests on the other side of the cages cheered at something, and I glanced over my shoulder. Another couple was finished, before their time had expired. Now everyone was treated to some live porn as the Top claimed his prize.
I kinda lost my patience at that, and I faced Shay and River again, closed the distance, exchanged a slight nod with my brother, and pushed down our boy’s pants. And there wasn’t much he could do when River tightened his hold on Shay.
“Daddy,” he complained. “That just messes with my head!”
That was the point. Preparing him for defeat was only one of many tricks I was willing to use. “You tried to play dirty in the first round,” I told him, forcing two wet fingers between his ass cheeks. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn, and he’s gonna show you how it’s done.”
He snarled in frustration, then whispered, “I’m gonna punch you so hard.”
River and I grinned at our delightful little beast.With his ass lubed up and ready to be used, Shay had something to defend, and it completely changed his fighting style when it was our turn again. He didn’t retreat for a second, but he didn’t advance much either, and he refused to turn his back on me.
We’d only been at it a few seconds when I felt the first raindrops.
It changed nothing. Even if it started pouring within the next minute, I wasn’t stopping. Colt and the others could disqualify us if it came to that. This boy was going down.
I did my best to establish a pattern he could predict, mostly hits to his chest and arms, in hopes he wouldn’t see my kill shot coming later. In the meantime, he was zeroing in on my stomach and sides.
“Jesus,” I coughed, clutching the left side of my ribcage. Sometimes he got me a little too good. And he tried to attack again right away, so all I could do was plant a hand at his chest and shove him back as hard as I could. It sent him straight to the ground, effectively giving me a couple seconds to recover.
We were going to wake up with bruises everywhere tomorrow.
“One might argue that some protective gear wouldn’t be the end of the world,” Colt drawled outside the cage.
He got a few chuckles from that.
Thunder rolled in closer, and the rain was picking up.
I met Shay’s animalistic gaze and felt the urgency crackle between us. I’d reached my limit. It was time to take him down.
I let the desire flow through me and pulled more tricks out of my sleeve when I came at him. Quicker blows, unrelenting, to his shoulders, his ribs, his stomach, and his arms until my hands ached. Then when I was confident that he’d anticipate my next hits to his torso, I decided to strike. He flinched sideways to dodge my hand, and I grabbed on to his shoulder instead of his sternum, where I tightened my hold and kicked his legs from underneath him.
He went down with a hoarse shout, and his biggest mistake was to try to roll onto his stomach before jumping up, because I was there the second his ass was in the air.
“No!” he yelled.
I grunted as I struggled to gather both his wrists in my grasp, but at least I had an edge here. He wasn’t as strong as me. Fuck me. The way he thrashed beneath me, specifically his ass against my cock, was seriously distracting. I grew harder by the second, not to mention more forceful.
I checked out as a human being, though I still registered Colt calling out that I was the winner, and it set me on high alert for Shay’s reactions.
“Give me your color,” I gritted out, shoving his sweats down past his delectable ass.
“Go fuck yourself!” he growled breathlessly. “I’m not some weakling! Fuck—get off of me!”
“I’ve never heard of that color before.” I applied more weight on his wrists, effectively pinning them to the ground and making it impossible for him to move, and I released my cock from my sweats. “I’m serious, Shay. Give me your goddamn color.” Sweat burned in my eyes, and I blinked past it as I rubbed the head of my cock against his slick opening.