Page 60 of Sucker Punch Drunk Love

“Give me your phone,” I interrupted, assuming she wanted it of herself.

“No, all of us,” she countered, claiming it was more than just her, but a moment forHouse of Beast. Couldn't argue with that. Asking a stranger if they could take a couple shots, just in case we came out ugly in them—her words, not mine.

After thanking said stranger, I offered to snap some of Sierra and Héctor, caught off guard that she also wanted to take some alone with me. Technically, I was her trainer and manager, something within themselves not inappropriate. But the gym had figured out halfway that something was going on between us. Just neither of us would confirm or deny.

So, it stood within reason that the way we looked at one another would be hard to hide on film. Maybe we could hide it in person, but we couldn’t hide it in a picture.

Truth be told, I was waiting until this fight was over, but…I liked where things were going with Medina. And I liked theidea of where wecouldgo. So, I was thinking about having that conversation about whether we just kept it at fucking, or if we wanted more.

Iwanted more, but I was practical. Sierra needed a coach; she hadn't needed a boyfriend. I was sure that sex was all that she could handle if she wanted to win, but after this, I was open to explore our options. We already meshed well in the bedroom. Yeah, we got on each other's nerves, but that was normal for a couple.

We made each other laugh—or at least she made me laugh. She was attention hungry, but I mean, look at her. I had no problem keeping that girl fed. I know she kept me at arm's length because she had a daughter, but when you wanted someone, you just stepped up. Sierra had believed in me in all the ways that had mattered up until now. I wanted to show her that I could step up in the ways she didn't believe anyone would do.

We just had to get through the next couple of days.

It felt like Héctor had taken a hundred pictures before he handed her phone back, ending with a curt, “But y'all not fucking?” a comment we playfully dismissed, organizing a ride share back to the hotel.

Our luggage was waiting for us at the front desk, allowing us to finally check in after such a long flight. Héctor admitted he was beat, and with our travel costs negotiated in our contract, I was sure that he would take advantage of the room service and then some.

“Conference and weigh-ins start at 12:30. We got a lot to do tomorrow, so let's not overdo it,” I reminded, walking backward towards my and Sierra’s shared suite.

“But y'all not fucking?” Héctor jabbedonelast time before ducking into his suite. I had outdone myself with this one. This wasn't even a title fight, but at the very least, the biggest fight ofSierra's career. The hotel they put us up in had been nothing less than for a champ.

Sierra did her little tour, where she roamed across the suite to see how many rooms it had.

We weren'talwaysgoing to be set up like this, but if someone else was flipping the bill, I would always fight for as close tothisas I could get. Having been in her position, it did boost morale.

“Oh my god, there's a hot tub in this one,” she reported back.

“I don't know about you, but I wouldloveseeing that ass in a bikini,” I flirted.

“Well, it's a good thing I packed one,” she cooed, about to walk away until I pulled her back.

“Where you in a rush to? Co’mere,” gently bringing her to me, as she instinctively stood on the tips of her feet to anticipate a kiss. Shealmostgot away until I pulled her back in for another one. “Mmph. Those lips got me locked,” I hummed.

“Shut up,” as she playfully bat me away. She disappeared into what I had assumed to be the room that we would share, as I brought my luggage further into the hotel, trying not to think about how two days from now, Sierra was up against her strongest opponent.

Reaching in my bag to grab swim trunks, I was disappointed by the fact that she had beat me to the hot tub, robbing me of the chance to watch those hips prance around in next to nothing.

“Medina, what did I tell you about impatience? Now you gotta get out this tub, so I get to see you do that walk for me?—”

“What walk?” She burst out laughing.

“You know what one,” I taunted, leaning over the edge of the hot tub. “Plus, if I didn't see you hop in, it didn't happen.”

“Josue. I amnotgetting out just to hop back in again, just so you can watch my ass before I go in.”

“Please, mami!” Kiss. “Once you’re in here, I don't even get to picture it. Give mesomethingto visualize before it's sitting on my lap. Por favor?*,” I seduced, wearing a dopey smile.

“Oh my god, you are so stupid,” she groaned, edging out the jacuzzi.

“Yeah, well, you make me fucking stupid,” I yelled back, slowly adjusting to the water's warmth, watching her thick thighs and sexy ass in that floral kiwi thong bottom.

“God damn, you're gorgeous. ¡Coño, qué hermosa eres?*!” I tapped my lap, suggesting her get comfy.

“You're so fucking extra,” she giggled, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“I can't help it that just the sight of you excites the shit out of me,” I grinned big. Her hands started to wander, until they settled on the tattoo near my rib, the one with the Cuban flag that matched her Puerto Rican flag one, only in color. “What?”