Knockout (Tapped Out 4)

“Nah. He’s gotta know we’ll be coming.” I pushed open the door, half expecting the guys who’d be fighting next to be prancing around flexing their abs or whatever the hell fighters did to get ready for a bout.

Instead, Emerson stood alone, rooting through a gym bag with his towel around his neck.

He was naked. And Christ, did he have a fine ass.

At the sound of the door swinging, he turned to face us, his defensive posture relaxing as he realized it was just us. And while Lily rushed forward and complimented him on his masterful performance, I stared hungrily at his cock. I couldn’t help it. The damn thing was as gorgeous when it wasn’t erect as when it was.

Well, almost.

“What’re you doing here?” He hugged her and gazed at me over her shoulder. I didn’t change my expression. It was about time he got the picture.

“We wanted to be here to support you before we all hit the club later.” She eased back and cupped his cheeks. “You’re still coming with us, right?”

Almost immediately, he started to close down.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Lil.” He narrowed his eyes. “From the way you were acting this week, I thought you’d begun to think the same way. Wonder what changed your mind.”

“Unlike you, our Lily has an open mind.”

Lily gave me a shush gesture with her fingers on her lips, but I didn’t take it personally. If any key would work in Emerson’s stubborn-as-hell lock, it wasn’t sweetness and light.

“You don’t know what’s in my mind.” Emerson turned back to his bag and started rooting around. Probably for air. Anything to make it seem like he was too busy to talk to us.

He was about to get a rude awakening.

“So you have this bathroom to yourself?” I asked casually, taking a glance around. I saw a double bank of lockers and a row of stalls, bookended by a couple of shower setups.

Perfect for an icebreaker before we hit the club.

“Right now, I do.” He didn’t look my way. “Someone could come in anytime.”

“Does this place have any other bathrooms like this for the other fighters to use?”

He nodded without speaking.

I came up behind him and reached down to palm his cock, giving it a hard stroke while Lily watched in wide-eyed fascination. He was already halfway to hard, and the only stimulation he’d had was a quick hug from Lily and a thorough eye-fuck from me. “You need some help with this?”

He jerked in my hand, heavy and hot. And I knew he wouldn’t ask for it. So I would.

“Can I suck your cock?”

“Jesus.” His exhale lit me up inside like the Brooklyn Bridge at night. Enough light to burn back the dark. I didn’t always know if I was making the right move, if maybe this time I was pushing too hard, but his torturous groan informed me that I’d done something right.

He needed this too, and I was going to give it to him.

I turned my face against his shoulder, inhaling the musk of his sweat like breath. My gaze connected with Lily’s. She was biting her lip and squirming a little, and I figured she was probably soaked if her expression meant anything.

“Can you go turn on the shower for us, babe? Hot, full blast.”

She nodded and hurried away to the farthest stall.

“You ready for me?” I grazed my teeth over the corded muscle along his shoulder and tightened my grip on his erection. There was no halfway anymore. He’d turned completely rigid. “Because I sure as fuck am ready for you.”

He whirled and shoved me back. “We can’t do this here. Lily isn’t ready—”

“Oh, yes, she is.” She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, toe tapping. “I’m absolutely ready to watch you two wreck each other.”

I raised a brow at Emerson. “Any other objections? Is it that you don’t like guys?”