One Choice (Hogan Brothers 2)

“Shit,” he muttered, climbing into the ring as Casp did his thing. “Get your head in the fucking game, Levi.” His diatribe wasn’t missed as One Shot narrowed his eyes on him.

None too soon, the bell rung, and he was being rammed into a corner by a fucking bull. Kidney shot after kidney shot stole his breath.

He was ready. He’d trained. He’d take the fucker down.

When the other man pulled back slightly, Levi saw his opening. An uppercut to the jaw had his opponent stumbling back, and a kick to the thigh had him on his knees. Levi could be dirty and kick him in the face, but he didn’t play that way; he wanted a fair fight.

Another uppercut had the bull on his back, blood pouring down the side of his mouth. But Levi knew One Shot wasn’t done. He might be stunned for the moment, but he’d be back up in no time.

Just as Casp was counting, that flash of auburn caught his attention again, and there she was. The girl of his dreams. The girl he’d run down.

Hayes.

Her eyes widened at something behind him, and he was quick to end the fight. Giving his opponent a few quick jabs to the kidneys and face then one shot to the temple, the guy was out cold.

As soon as it was announced that Levi was the winner, he was out of the ring and running around to her. She was there, and she was real. Finally reaching the spot where Hayes stood, he noticed a look of awe and pain glued to her soft features until the goon behind her wrapped a hand around her waist, gripping her hip. His own steps faltered at the sight, but then he saw the disgust crawling throughout her body.

Reaching a hand out to her, he didn’t say a word as she hopped the fence, and he carried her back to the locker room over his shoulder. As soon as the door was closed behind them, he let her slide down just enough that she sat on his hips with her legs wrapped around his back. Neither said a word as their breathing grew heavy from exertion.

He felt her fingers sliding up and down his biceps, almost like she couldn’t help herself.

“You fight,” she finally whispered.

“I fight,” he confirmed.

“Are you okay?”

Burying his head in the side of her neck, he took in a deep breath. “Honeysuckle,” he murmured, kissing just below her ear. “I am now.”

“Levi?” Her voice was husky, needy.

“Yeah, sugar?” He couldn’t move even if someone tried to pry him away.

When she started squirming in his arms, he sat on a bench nearby, planting her core against his now growing erection. A deep growl was released at the contact.

“Levi…” It was a moan that time.

His hands moved to her hips, grinding her down onto his length. She went up in flames. His lips found hers before she could scream out her pleasure. He took advantage of her open mouth, sweeping his tongue in to taste her.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

Her body was lax in his arms as he continued kissing her. When she finally joined in on the action, he wasn’t surprised by her tentative touches. She’s innocent was all he could think, and suddenly, everything clicked into place. Having someone with him; it wouldn’t be the hardship he thought it was going to be. With Hayes by his side, he kne

w he could conquer everything he wanted.

“Hayes,” he groaned when she slid along his shaft wantonly. “Sugar, you have to stop.”

“You didn’t,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

“Fucking hell.” His growl was primitive as he picked her up, walking blindly to the showers. Setting her down on her feet, he finally got a good look at her in her tight as fuck jeans, showing all her curves.

Turning the shower on, he stripped from his shorts into the warm cascade against his skin. When she stepped towards him, he gently pushed her back against the wall with a hand between her perfectly succulent tits. Rubbing between them as she watched the water roll down his body. When her eyes finally landed on his hardness, he gripped it with one hand, squeezing as tight as he could handle to try and stave off the release dying to mark her as his.

With one hand on his aching cock and the other between her breasts, he wasn’t able to stop her from wrapping her fingers around him between his legs. As she started pumping up and down, he removed his hand to enfold firmly around hers, showing her just how much pressure he liked.

“Hayes,” he warned as he could feel the impending release.

“Levi,” she moaned, pumping harder and squeezing her thighs together to relieve her own pressure. Just like that, one sweet sound, one hot hand, and he was done. Coming like a teenage boy getting his first handjob.