The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)

“Rule number one, our beds are your beds. Wherever we want to make love to you, you will oblige.”

“That sounds like two rules,” she teased him then reached down and aligned his cock with her pussy. He lifted up then slowly stroked into her.

“Fuck it then. The rules are, what we say goes, so prepare to be naked and thoroughly loved.”

She ran her fingers through his hair as Ricky began to get dressed.

“You know, they should call you something other than Ice. You’re so sweet and warm.”

Ricky let out a loud laugh.

“Like what?” Brody asked, then thrust into her hard.

“I don’t know, but you’re not cold as ice. You’re as warm and soft as a teddy bear.”

“Oh shit. I like that, Amelia. He can be your little teddy bear. How sweet,” Ricky teased.

Brody threw a pillow at Ricky then sat up and thrust into Amelia, making her moan.

She grabbed onto his arms.

“Teddy bear, huh? Honey, I’m more like a grizzly.” Brody leaned down and nibbled hard against her collarbone. She squealed as he continued to suck and nibble on her sensitive skin as she laughed so hard her belly hurt.

Ricky walked out of the room. “Have fun, Teddy.” Then he chuckled.

Amelia laughed as Brody finally stopped tickling her. He eased his cock out then stroked hard into her again.

“I’ll get you back you know?”

Amelia smiled, feeling lighthearted and loved as she trailed her finger over one of Brody’s nipples. “Don’t worry, I’ll come up with a super funny nickname for Ricky next.”

“Can’t wait.” Brody lowered over her, taking her hands and clasping their fingers together above her head. With every stroke, she felt his cock reach her womb. Their gazes were locked, as they made love, then came together in one sweet moment of pure bliss.

* * * *

The weeks passed, and Amelia attended the veterans’ barbeque along with her men. It had been a complete success. She had met Waylon’s trainers and his agent, but she hadn’t entered the barn, where his state-of-the-art training gym and boxing ring was located.

Today, dressed in shorts, a tank top, and tennis shoes, she ventured on over there instead of hanging out with Regan and Velma. They had been so supportive of her, and even Elise talked to Amelia about moving on and being such a Godsend to her sons.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. Entering unnoticed, she heard the familiar sounds of boxing gloves striking an object. The boxing ring came into view immediately. Waylon wasn’t kidding when he said he had a state-of-the-art training gym in his barn. There were cooling vents coming out of the ceiling, and the surrounding floor was hardwood. Along the sides were various types of boxing bags, workout equipment, treadmills, and bicycles. There was everything a boxer needed to train for the best.

She walked closer and could tell immediately that Waylon was in the ring and wearing black camo shorts. She saw his tattoos, the padding around his head and face, and the professional way his legs and body moved. He looked sharp and capable.

Brody spotted her. He immediately walked away from the ring and the other men surrounding it. She heard Waylon’s trainer, Jose, giving him pointers.

“Watch those left hooks. Remember, O’Connor fights dirty. He’ll sweep out your feet if he gets the chance.”

The other guy in the ring was countering the punches. He was a big guy, too, but not as cut up and defined as Waylon. It had to be Quincy. Him and Diver were part of Waylon’s training team. They were very fond of Waylon and his brothers and had joined them a few nights for dinner at the house where she cooked the meals.

Brody took her hand and squeezed it as he brought it to his chest.

He knew she had been scared to come here. Scared to see Waylon box and worried about the emotions it might cause. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m good. This is impressive.”

“Yeah, well Waylon really enjoys boxing. He’s made a lot of money over the last five years. This fight is a big one.”

“I know. Vegas always puts on the big events.”