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“What about afterward?”

Diesel’s brow furrowed. “Afterward?”

“After this fight.”

Diesel’s expression snapped closed. “Is this your way of telling me I’ve got two weeks left before I’ll be moving along?”

Jesus. While Kuba knew they hadn’t put any true label on their relationship, or set boundaries, or talked about their future… damn. No wonder Diesel thought Kuba could just send him on his way. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m asking what happens when all the smoke clears and I’m no longer a client?”

Diesel’s expression didn’t as much as twitch. He had every thought and feeling hidden from Kuba. “What do you want to happen when you don’t need me anymore?”

Kuba shook his head. “I know since we really haven’t talked about every facet of us that you probably think…” Wow. He really wasn’t good at this. A smile exploded across Kuba’s face. “Jesus Christ, I sound like a pussy.” And Kuba would be goddamned if anyone ever thought he was a coward. He got real. “If what you feel for me is even half of what I feel for you, then stay. I want you to stay. Whatever it takes on my end to convince you that I want to be the one for you from here on out, let me know. I’m willing to give it to you.”

Diesel rolled upward, showing off those sexy abs at work. He wrapped his arms around Kuba and kissed his neck, setting Kuba ablaze with the smallest of touches. “You’re right. We really should talk about us more. I love hearing you say shit like that.” He moved slightly and kissed the spot beneath Kuba’s ear. “You’re all I want, and I’ve tried my ass off not to look too closely and question everything. When I do, I damn near hyperventilate thinking about never holding you again. It kills me wondering if you consider us a full-on couple with monogamous boundaries. Will I find you in bed with someone else, only to have you say we were never that serious? Those thoughts break me.” He swiped his lips across Kuba’s collarbone. “I’m absolutely and fully yours, but sometimes I don’t know if you’re really mine.”

Kuba tilted his head back, giving Diesel better access to seduce him. His dick fully hardened as Diesel licked his Adam’s apple. “Fuck, D. How could you think I would ever need more than this? I’ve been so focused on this upcoming fight that I’ve neglected you in a lot of ways.” Kuba moaned as Diesel nipped his neck lightly before sucking the spot like an apology. “I’m full-on in love with you. You can’t take that away.”

Diesel froze with his lips still clinging to Kuba’s skin. The abrupt move made Kuba realize what he had admitted.

“You don’t have to say it back, but I’m not gonna un-say it.”

He felt Diesel’s lips shape into a smile against his throat. “You’re absolutely not taking that shit back.” In an impressive show of strength, Diesel shifted positions, taking Kuba with him. He settled on top of Kuba and kissed a path down Kuba’s body.

Laughter burst from Kuba as he stared down the line of his torso. “I’m nasty as hell right now.”

Diesel’s eyes flipped upward, meeting his stare. “I’ve tasted your sweat under different circumstances dozens of times. Your salt on my tongue is delicious.” He licked the spot above Kuba’s navel without breaking eye contact. “But maybe I’m biased since I’m so fucking in love with you.”

While Kuba was held captive by a swollen throat and burning eyes, Diesel slipped Kuba’s shorts down just enough for Kuba’s dick to end up in his mouth. The back of Kuba’s head hit the mat. He moaned while Diesel showed no mercy.

“Damn, D. The second I recover from this, I’m fucking you so hard. You know I know exactly how you like it.”

Diesel chuckled around his cock.

Kuba groaned. That sensation had him teetering on the edge. He buried his fingers in Diesel’s hair and held on. “Jesus Christ, I’m so in love with you.”

His hips kept seeking more and more of Diesel’s mouth. Every muscle in his body stiffened. He couldn’t stop watching Diesel bob on his dick. As his vision blurred and a scream tore from his throat, Kuba’s body sang through waves of ecstasy. Now that Kuba realized he hadn’t shown Diesel anywhere near the love he deserved, Kuba was on that shit. Diesel would be so fucking sick of hearing those three words that he might beg Kuba to stop. For sure, Kuba would give him the world. Diesel wasn’t getting away from him.

Chapter Ten

AfterKubaconfessedtoloving him, Diesel had lain awake all night staring at him. Diesel was awed at finding this miracle. He hadn’t been looking for love when it fell in his lap. Diesel hadn’t realized he wanted it so badly.

That lack of sleep was catching up to Diesel as he eyed every face at the media event. As the reigning champion, it was Kuba's responsibility to let the world take a closer look at his life. In shorts that shimmered a bit when the light hit them, and nothing else, Kuba ran through his usual routine with Jayme. Apparently, there were short documentaries that aired before the fight, showing each fighter’s life. From the sound of things, the show would highlight the hard work and dedication it took to stay on top while also balancing life.

Once Diesel secured the building, ensuring only people with the proper passes were inside the warehouse, Diesel got back to sticking to Kuba’s side. As he fought, Diesel moved with him at the edge of the ring. He stayed out of the media’s way, but he also ensured he could reach Kuba before anyone else could. There were other lunatics out there beyond the twins.

It took all of five minutes for Diesel to become more fixated on the training than their guests. Diesel jogged backward a few feet, staying in time with Kuba. He slapped the mat when Kuba dropped an elbow. “Watch that goddamn elbow, Kuba.” Kuba immediately righted his stance without missing a beat. “Good boy.”

Over the months of training alongside Kuba, he had become equally obsessed with Kuba’s perfection. Kuba never wanted anyone to go easy on him. Diesel was no exception. Diesel sweated every bit as hard as the pair in the boxing ring.

“Watch that lock.” Diesel spotted Kuba’s opening. Kuba didn’t miss it. In a swift grapple, Kuba took him down. He immediately popped back up and pulled Jayme to his feet. This was training. Getting hurt wasn’t the point.

Kuba slapped Jayme across the back. “That was great.”

Jayme dipped from the ring, grinning like an idiot. He loved having the cameras on him.

Kuba rehydrated, then motioned for Diesel to join him.

Without a single hesitation, Diesel ducked his way inside.