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My eyes race between his and I confirm, “I’m not the other woman?” he shakes his head with a smirk and I ask, “And we’ll talk tomorrow after I’ve finished work where Norman will most likely throw a little party for me?” he nods his smirk turning into a grin clearly already seeing that I don’t want a party and I murmur, “Bed then food,” as I wrap my arms around his neck and he slams his lips against mine before grabbing my ass then somehow, managing to lift me off the couch. My legs wrap around his waist as our tongues meet while we ignore my sister banging on my door, and I know he’s not going to let me up for air until the early hours where this time, he’ll be here, waking me up with his mouth on me.

I just hope I’m not making a mistake because damn it, I’ve fallen for the man when I swore I’d never fall for anyone.

Chapter 15

Blaze

I take quick breaths as I punch the pads Knuckles holds up for me, left, right, left, right, in quick jabs. I am trying to get my emotions under control, trying to get my head ready for this fucking conversation I promised Blair we’d have this afternoon after her last client meeting. A conversation I really don’t want to have, but I know how skittish she is. I know we need to have it, but I just wasn’t willing to do it on her fucking birthday of all days. Instead, I made love to her twice, fucked her hard in the shower, before we had a break for some pizza that I ordered. Then I made love to her again from behind, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around her while we kissed until I shot my load inside her, no condom, completely reckless. Coming from a guy who has an appointment with another consultant in Rose Meadows next month willing to do a vasectomy, says a lot.

All night, I didn’t use a condom. She had to rush off this morning because I just had to have her, have my mouth on her before she left. I’m stupidly hoping she’ll forget the morning after pill. My head is fucked, everything I thought I didn’t want, I suddenly want and it is confusing me. I need a release before I have to explain my reason for offering to claim Elenor. For why I continued to go through with it after I felt like it was the biggest mistake of my fucking life.

Fuck, is she going to be pissed?

Or is she going to understand?

Growling, I jump back, twist sideways and kick the pad hard, causing Knuckles to grunt and step back slightly. He gets back into position just in time for me to hit the pads again, but he calls, “Time!” within seconds, and I step back again and breathe for a second while he shakes out his hands.

“Fucking hell, I don’t know who I’m more worried about now, you or fucking Crash,” he grunts, and I breathe deep.

“Crash knows what he has to do, but he doesn’t want to have that conversation with Belle. She’ll lose it when he explains there won’t be a cut any time soon,” I breathe and Knuckle grunts.

“She just keeps messing up, but honestly, brother, I don’t think he’s in love with her,” he mutters, and I nod.

“He isn’t,” I agree, “He says he loves her, but he isn’t in love with her, so he’s struggling to claim her. He thought he would fall, but given what I’m seeing, he just sees her as his little sister's best friend. And in my opinion, she didn’t latch onto Clark until she took notice of Crash.”

“That’s what I thought, I was just hoping I was seeing things because it would mean he’s wasted years of his life on basically a fucking patch chaser,” Knuckles sighs, and I wince but nod in agreement.

Crash hasn’t been with another girl, only Belle, and at this point, to me, Belle to him is what El is to me – an obligation.

“Okay, again,” I mutter as I get into stance as the fucker raises his brow before looking at my left arm, but I shake my head and being one not to nag or get into someone's business, he lifts the pads.

Did I get Blair's name tattooed in large letters down my left arm while on the road? Too fucking right, I did, which should explain my headspace when it comes to her. I just need to squash that fear that I’m going to hurt her.

Left, right, left, right, I pick up my speed, hitting the pads, trying to keep my focus.

“You going to talk?” Knuckles grunts, but I shake my head and, without missing my stride, I breathe, “Nope, what is there to say, I claimed Blair when I swore I wouldn’t claim anyone I could fall in love with. Now I have to explain where my mindset was when I swore I was going to claim El…”

He swings the pad to my head, but I quickly duck before twisting and elbowing the other pad, and he grunts, “I fucking hate that I taught you that,” and I chuckle as I use quick jabs again, staying in the zone, even as I hear, “Well, this is a sight,” I continue my hits, though my lips do twitch just before Knuckles swings the pads again, but this time, hits my ribs and I cough out a chuckle as I step back.

“Okay, now I want to smack Knuckles,” I hear my girl whisper, and I laugh while Knuckles grins wide.

Shaking his head, he throws me the pads, and I take them before he salutes Blair and states, “I’m going to head to my office before she kicks the shit outta me, the gym is closed today…”

I give him a nod in thanks before I look at Blair, whose eyes eat me up, which, yeah, gives me a boost to my ego, and I say, “Climb on in, baby,” and she raises a pointed brow at me as she looks at her jeans and t-shirt before looking back at me.

“This is why you told me not to come here in my suit?” she asks, and I grin wide, which instantly has her shaking her head and stating, “Nope, not happening. I am not hitting you.”

“You can either get in this ring, or I come and get you, baby,” I murmur as I look over her features before my eyes go to the hickey on her neck and my cock twitches.

I fucking love marking her, but the box sitting in the corner of the ring, well, that will be the biggest claim.

Groaning when she sees I’m serious, she walks over to the ring before climbing up, and I bend the ropes, helping her climb in before she says, “Right, I’m in here, now what?”

I grin widely and get into a stance, and I hold up the pads, but she shakes her head and reminds me, “I told you I’m not hitting you, even on a pad!”

“Shortcake, I went radio silent on you for a week after taking your virginity,” I remind her, and I hear Knuckles chuckle, “Good luck, brother,” before his office door shuts, and my girl takes me by surprise and punches the pad, and I have to steady myself as a chuckle escapes me.

“See, felt good right?” I confirm, and she hits the other pad, and I grin and explain, “Alright baby, hunch slightly, twist your body at an angle, then punch.”