Page 58 of Roping My Rival

He stands then, those deep brown eyes searching for something in mine I hope I’ve kept hidden.

“Should it be fair? Or can I just do to you what I’ve been thinking about since the last time we were together?”

Warren’s mouth is on me again, and my hands clutch at him just to hold myself steady.

“And what have you been thinking about?”

His throat bobs with a swallow before he replies. “Feeling you naked with me under the sheets. Touching and tasting every part of you because the small part I already did wasn’t enough.” Again, Warren’s lips burn a path across my skin as he kisses across my collarbone, then my jaw. “Wishing I’d have been brave enough to do this years ago, but things were different then.”

Years? It’s been years for him too?

My hands have stopped moving as Warren keeps driving me higher with his words and kisses. It’s too hard to concentrate because everything he says is so close to the same thing I keep locked away.

He uncurls my fingers from the edges of his waistband and steps back slightly. I watch far too closely as he kicks off his boots and strips the rest of his clothes off while his gaze never leaves mine.

“Better?” he asks as he steps closer and presses us together.

“Warren…” I can’t string words together to make a sentence, but his lips smile against my skin as he rocks his hips against me. He’s winning this, and he knows it. For once, I’m okay with losing.

“I like…what you said. Before.”

Warren pauses, and with an almost childlike happiness, he says, “Really?” Like I just told him we were going for his favourite ice cream. “I can just do what I want?”

“Yeah, I mean, depending on what you want, I might not last long.” Wow. An entire sentence while our dicks touch. Go me.

To say Warren is a passionate and thoughtful lover is probably not enough to do him justice. After guiding me to the bed, he’s made good on his promise to taste me everywhere, and I’m a quivering ball of horniness when he finally comes up for air.

“Don’t move.”

He slides off the bed, and I watch his tight ass as he rummages through his bag. Fuck, he has a great ass. A great everything, really.

“I don’t think I could if I tried.”

His warm laughter does things to that organ in my chest I keep under lock and key. Warren tosses a strip of condoms and lube on the bed as he settles back over me. “I can’t tell you how fucking sexy you are like this, Dane.” He punctuates the statement with a slow kiss. “I want to fuck you.”

“Please,” I whisper and press my lips against his harder.

“So polite now in the bedroom, but you can’t be nice in the ring?” He reaches over and grabs a condom, dragging the edge along my chest and down my thigh. Warren has always had my admiration, right from the first time I saw him with his too-long hair and well-worn jeans. His lack of confidence in the ring misled me. I teased him because I knew I couldn’t have him, and I knew he’d never win as long as he stayed in his head.

But now? Watching him turn me inside out and make jokes while he rolls a condom on? Confident with me naked under him? How the fuck will I ever be right again after this?

“You don’t deserve it in the ring. Gotta keep you grounded so you don’t beat me.”

Warren’s reply is to push my leg back while he notches his cock at my ass. “Oh Jesus, Burke.” I gasp as he fills me, and my fingers curl into the sheets.

His skin shines with a film of sweat, and I’ve never seen Warren look this at ease. This confident and, I’ll be honest, hot.

With every punch of his hips, he drives me higher. There’s so much to take in, it’s almost overwhelming. Warren’s hair, damp with sweat, sticks to his forehead as he watches where we’re joined. The muscles in his arm holding my leg flex in a way that’s almost obscene, and the intensity of this moment short-circuits my brain.

“Touch yourself,” he grits, and I immediately do as he says. His eyes grow so dark I can barely make out his pupils. “Fuck!” Warren’s mouth drops open as his movements stutter. His body shakes as he gasps for breath while he rides the wave of his orgasm. He’s wild and beautiful. When he licks his lips as he watches my hand stroking my cock, I’m done for.

I come with his name on my lips and my entire body shakes as I unload. Closing my eyes, I try to catch my breath after the most intense sexual experience of my life. With my biggest rival in the ring. Jesus Christ, I’m screwed in more ways than one.

Warren slips out and lowers himself to kiss me softly. “I’ll be right back,” he whispers.

The bed dips as he moves away, and even if I wanted to make a break for it and avoid all this, I can’t. My limbs twitch with false hope of use in the aftershocks of the most incredible sex.

The bed dips again, and a warm cloth is on my stomach, cleaning my mess. Opening my eyes, I watch as Warren cleans not just my stomach, but my hand and dick. His gaze meets mine, and his smile borders on shy.